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Post by shanice on Oct 31, 2009 20:44:04 GMT
After a devastating week, packed with homework along with practicing, she found it really stressful. Her feet echoed up the stairs as she walked up toward the owlery. She didn't know why though, there was no need for her to walk all the way from the warm common room to the freezing cold owlery. You could say that Shanice had no common sense at all, but she was just bored all the time.
She had a few friends that she could go hang out with, yet she told them she didn't have the time to go sneak into the forest, or practice their flying skills. If it was qudditch practice, of course she would go, but it wasn't, so why bother her about it?
She leaned against the wall and sat on the floor. These days were always so boring, she couldn't think of anything to do. Why were these days so boring? Never had she been so bored in her life.
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Post by monkeybread on Oct 31, 2009 20:50:15 GMT
Vincent stood in the shadows watching Shanice, she was alone again, she was always alone, so very alone, he felt bad but after what had happend and everything else he didn't want to harm her.
But he stepped out of the shadows and sat next to her, he didn't say anything he jsut leaned his head back against the cold stone and letting out a hot breath of air. He might jsut sit there and comfert her without saying anything. |
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Post by shanice on Oct 31, 2009 21:10:55 GMT
Shanice hadn't noticed that her friend Vincent had come out and sat next to her, probably because she was in her own little world. When she looked up and saw him, she was so surprised. She didn't know what to say, she just smiled. She wrapped her arms around Vincent in a friendly hug. "Vincent." She said in a greeting way.
Letting go she ruffled his hair smiling, she was conscious of what had happened the last time she had spoken to him, yet she didn't care about it. He was her friend, she wasn't sure what to say, so she just hugged him again. Shanice would always be nice to her friends, besides, she hugged all of her friends.
Once again she let go, "How have you been Vincent?" She asked running a hand through her short blond hair. She hadn't seen him in a while, which was probably normal, since he would be in his little room. She honestly felt privileged that he once trusted her, since he probably didn't trust people often.
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