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| Kevin_D'Abugine | Feb 21 2007, 09:27 PM Post #161 |
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[size=1]"Don't mention it." Kevin whispered back, scooting a little bit closer to Emma. "I know...they can only keep us getting paid going so long...and without getting paid, people are going to leave..." Kevin remarked softly and sadly. "Well I'm not. I'm definately staying." He state resolutely. [/size] |
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| Emma_D'Abugine | Feb 21 2007, 09:33 PM Post #162 |
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Glad to hear because im not budging for anyone. What she had said did infact have double meaning because she was quite comfortable also, where she sat. |
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| Kevin_D'Abugine | Feb 21 2007, 09:37 PM Post #163 |
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[size=1]Kevin did in fact catch the subtle double meaning, and he rose an eyebrow. "Well you can be sure I'm not going anywhere." He rearranged himself, so she could lean against him if she wished, and resumed rocking the swing softly. [/size] |
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| Emma_D'Abugine | Feb 21 2007, 09:42 PM Post #164 |
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Good. She felt him move slightly and took that as an invite to leaning in further against him, leaning her head against his shoulder. You know, this is only the second time ive really spent any time out on this porch, and it's really appealing to me. The quiet, the swing, the company... |
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| Kevin_D'Abugine | Feb 21 2007, 09:48 PM Post #165 |
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[size=1]Kevin was taking mental notes, but he nodded softly, and kissed the top of her head as she leaned against him, wrapping his arm around her. "Me too. Though this is only my first time." Kevin said softly, rocking the chair a little more in the wind. [/size] |
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| Emma_D'Abugine | Feb 21 2007, 09:53 PM Post #166 |
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Felt content sitting her athough was still conscious of the fact that this was similar to the situation she'd been in with Llian the previous evening however she still didnt want to move. What was France like? She murmured curiosuly, out of the blue. The Auror HQ i mean. Any different to here? |
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| Kevin_D'Abugine | Feb 21 2007, 09:58 PM Post #167 |
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[size=1]Kevin was playing slightly with the rose in Emma's hair, perfectly content at there position [estactic really], but he was very concious of the fact that Llian had already done this with Emma. As she asked about France, he grinned slightly. "I could show you, if you like." [/size] |
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| Emma_D'Abugine | Feb 21 2007, 10:00 PM Post #168 |
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She shivered at the pleasant feeling of Kevin playing with the rose in her hair and sat up slightly, at the mention of him showing her where he'd come from. Are you serious? That's be great. |
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| Kevin_D'Abugine | Feb 21 2007, 10:02 PM Post #169 |
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[size=1] "Let's go." Kevin said with a wink. [/size] |
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| Emma_D'Abugine | Feb 21 2007, 10:05 PM Post #170 |
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You are serious! She grinned rising to her feet and pulling him up with her. In that case... take me to your leader. |
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| Kevin_D'Abugine | Feb 21 2007, 10:14 PM Post #171 |
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[size=1]"Haha, well that would be me technically, but I left David in charge in my stead." He took her arm with a smile, a wink, and a turn of his heel dissapparating them both to the HQ. |
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| Emma_D'Abugine | Feb 21 2007, 10:19 PM Post #172 |
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Then lets go then. She grinned as he took her arm and they disapperated. |
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| Kris Severio | Feb 22 2007, 01:51 AM Post #173 |
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--I sit on the porch swing, listening to the quiet creaking it made as I pushed myself off the railings in front of me. Tears were rolling down my face thick and fast, and as quick as I would wipe them away, fresh ones would replace them. I couldn't believe it. The one thing I wasn't expecting to hear when I came down this evening was the sentence; "Monica was killed last night.". I try to swallow the lump in my throat but fail. I was supposed to be happy, planning my wedding with my closest and dearest friends by my side, my fiance with me too. Instead I was alone, My fiance off somewhere, still in Australia for all I know, the other three Merlin only knows... My mind is working overtime, trying to take it all in, but it just wasn't sinking in. I look at the brush and the tall thick trees in front of me, still expecting Monica, and everyone else to jump out, and scare me half to death, before we all laugh about it... But I knew that it wasn't going to happen. The wind was chilly against my exposed arms, but I didn't care. I carried on walking towards the lake which I'd visited once with Mr Severio, my mind searching for answers which were impossible for me to answer alone. I sit by a tree on the frozen ground, watching the ripples in the water made by the wind as they expanded all across the water.-- |
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| Monica Grant | Feb 22 2007, 02:12 AM Post #174 |
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Monica sudden felt something. It was pain. She took a long, crackling, load breath. She was dead? She had to be. Balthazar killed her. She opened her eyes and blinked. She was breathing. And was feeling. She wasn`t dead? She slowly sat up, her head spinning, and all her body aching. Looking around Monica noticed where she was. She let out a long sigh and tried to stand, but failed and fell down. Then it was when she looked at her hands. They were... different?! All she knew that it wasn`t her hands. It was someone`s else. For that she let out a load, crackling scream. |
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| Kris Severio | Feb 22 2007, 02:25 AM Post #175 |
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--As I walk back to HQ with my arms wrapped around myself, I hear a loud, high-pitched scream come from up ahead. I look p quickly, before taking out my wand and running to the source of the noise. I come face to face with an unknown girl. I point my wand at her, and clear my throat the best I could before I spoke.-- Tell me your name, produce the legal documentation or face jail. --I say in the most threatening voice I could muster...which wasn't very threatening.-- |
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| Monica Grant | Feb 22 2007, 02:30 AM Post #176 |
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Monica looked up. It was Kris. She wanted to hug her, and tell what happened. "Kri-" she started but then broke off. She won`t believe her. If this wasn`t her body, she won`t believe her. Monica looked up at Kristy and saw her red eyes. She wanted to ask why she was crying, but couldn`t. "I`m..." she whispered trying to think of any name. And her mothers name came to her head. "Elisabeth Branstone. I-" she broke off again. "I came to be an Auror..." And then she almost started to cry. This was Kristy. Why she was lying? But she had no idea how many time passed after her death. She had no idea why she was alive, neither. |
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| Kris Severio | Feb 22 2007, 02:37 AM Post #177 |
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--I watch the girl beadily, extending my other hand to help her up off the porch floor.-- Do I know you? --I ask suspiciously, wiping my face absently. I lower my wand, seeing no threat from the girl.-- It sounded like you said my name... --I say sadly.-- Auror McKinly, but you can call me Kristy or Kris... To become an Auror Trainee, you have to have your NEWT grades and your application form, and then you can go talk to Abi or Lynx, inside. --I say shortly, just wanting to go inside and cry so more, but in the warmth of the HQ.-- Come inside... |
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| Monica Grant | Feb 22 2007, 02:43 AM Post #178 |
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Monica looked at Kris. "No, I really doubt that we ever met before." She mentally kicked herself. When she looked down at her clothes she was relieved to see that they were black. At least one thing was same. She then looked at Kris. NEWT grades? Of course, she had them, but they were Monica`s Grant and not Elisabeth`s. Her mind worked unstoppingly. "My... my home burnt down and I have to... my family has to eat and we have no money and I think that I can do this job and... I left the school at 6th year`s beggining..." She mumbled something while after Kristy walking into the HQ. |
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| Sayuri | Feb 22 2007, 03:41 AM Post #179 |
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Sayuri apparated to the porch and set Ella's body down. She pounded on the door frantically. "Open the door! Please, open it! It's important!" A moment later, she opened the door herself. |
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| Deleted User | Feb 22 2007, 06:06 AM Post #180 |
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--Peter and I manage(somehow) to apparate to the porch area outside HQ. So, with our arms around each other, we staggered up the steps, leaning against the outside door, while I lit up.-- Did you ever know that you're my hero!! Yeah you're my hero... --We sing badly, loudly and drunkenly.-- I can fly higher than an eagle!! The win... ... MY WINGS!!! --We sing together before laughing.-- No you aint having the swing! That's where I wa' gunna sleep! --I shake my head slowly.-- Shares? I'll share it with you... --I nod, and crawl to the swing, sittng on it and falling alseep.-- |
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