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 Posted: Sat Feb 18, 2017 4:13 pm
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Posted: Sat Feb 18, 2017 4:26 pm
Stachys
It was language arts class, a class that Satchys quite enjoyed, that he heard the words he didn't really want to hear. "Partner Up" was a death sentence for anyone shy, and shy was just what Stachys was. He looked around at the other freshlings, some he kinda recognized, some who were from a completely different house. It was all pretty intimidating to the bright pink nightmare, and all he wanted to do was burry his head in a good book and hide in the fantasy world that was fiction. But the teacher had other plans, and the little pink hybrid was given a partner, which truthfully, took some of the fear away. It was always a fear that he would be the only child who didn't get a partner, the one no one wanted to be with. Luckily, that wasn't the case. Satchys nodded shyly to his new partner.
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Posted: Sat Feb 18, 2017 4:40 pm
Plien
Plien shifted from foot to foot, his hand over his mouth as he tried to look as small as possible. Maybe if he tried hard he could turn invisible and hide, so no one could see him, then he wouldn't have to deal with all these new people, this new library, or any new books. No, that was a sweet fey dream, one where his magic helped him hide instead of grow, one where he was a normal boy with one tail instead of two. Plien sighed. The teacher saw him, and he was soon paired with a bright pink nightmare he did not know. "Um, hi?" the hybrid mumbled as a greeting. His eyes brightened when he saw the wings adorning the other boy's back. They were both fey! They were in a way, family.
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Posted: Sat Feb 18, 2017 4:57 pm
Satchas
Satchas grinned with the other boy as they both recognized the wings. "Hi! I'm Satchas, um, do you want to read this with me?" the pink boy asked as he held up a book. When the other boy nodded the two went to find a safe corner to read. Satchas led the reading. "Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much. They were the last people you'd expect to be involved in anything strange or mysterious, because they just didn't hold with such nonsense.
Mr. Dursley was the director of a firm called Grunnings, which made drills. He was a big, beefy man with hardly any neck, although he did have a very large mustache. Mrs. Dursley was thin and blonde and had nearly twice the usual amount of neck, which came in very useful as she spent so much of her time craning over garden fences, spying on the neighbors. The Dursleys had a small son called Dudley and in their opinion there was no finer boy anywhere."
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Posted: Sat Feb 18, 2017 5:01 pm
Plien
The cat-fey grinned, relieved to have found a friend, and once it was he took the book to read. " The Dursleys had everything they wanted, but they also had a secret, and their greatest fear was that somebody would discover it. They didn't think they could bear it if anyone found out about the Potters. Mrs. Potter was Mrs. Dursley's sister, but they hadn't met for several years; in fact, Mrs. Dursley pretended she didn't have a sister, because her
sister and her good-for-nothing husband were as unDursleyish as it was possible to be. The Dursleys shuddered to think what the neighbors would say if the Potters arrived in the street. The Dursleys knew that the Potters had a small son, too, but they had never even seen him. This boy was another good reason for keeping the Potters away; they didn't want Dudley mixing with a child like that "
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Posted: Sat Feb 18, 2017 5:08 pm
Satchys
Satchas nodded and took the book back, he was enjoying this, even if he was a little embarrassed about his reading speed. " When Mr. and Mrs. Dursley woke up on the dull, gray Tuesday our story starts, there was nothing about the cloudy sky outside to suggest that strange and mysterious things would soon be happening all over the country. Mr. Dursley hummed as he picked out his most boring tie for work, and Mrs. Dursley gossiped away happily as she wrestled a screaming Dudley into his high chair. None of them noticed a large, tawny owl flutter past the window. At half past eight, Mr. Dursley picked up his briefcase, pecked Mrs. Dursley on the cheek, and tried to kiss Dudley good-bye but missed, because Dudley was now having a tantrum and throwing his cereal at the walls. "Little tyke," chortled Mr. Dursley as he left the house. He got into his car and backed out of number four's drive. " Satchys giggled. He liked this book. Stories about muggles fascinated him.
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Posted: Sat Feb 18, 2017 5:15 pm
Plien
Plien took the book eagerly, the excitement in his voice obvious; "It was on the corner of the street that he noticed the first sign of something peculiar -- a cat reading a map. For a second, Mr. Dursley didn't realize what he had seen -- then he jerked his head around to look again. There was a tabby cat standing on the corner of Privet Drive, but there wasn't a map in sight. What could he have been thinking of? It must have been a trick of the light. Mr. Dursley blinked and stared at the cat. It stared back. As Mr. Dursley drove around the corner and up the road, he watched the cat in his mirror. It was now reading the sign that said Privet Drive -- no, looking at the sign; cats couldn't read maps or signs. Mr. Dursley gave himself a little shake and put the cat out of his mind. As he drove toward town he thought of nothing except a large order of drills he was hoping to get that day." Plien passed the book, not wanting to waste a second with silence.
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Posted: Sat Feb 18, 2017 5:25 pm
Satchas
Satchys giggled as he took his turn reading, "But on the edge of town, drills were driven out of his mind by something else. As he sat in the usual morning traffic jam, he couldn't help noticing that there seemed to be a lot of strangely dressed people about. People in cloaks. Mr. Dursley couldn't bear people who dressed in funny clothes -- the getups you saw on young people! He supposed this was some stupid new fashion. He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel and his eyes fell on a huddle of these weirdos standing quite close by. They were whispering excitedly together. Mr. Dursley was enraged to see that a couple of them weren't young at all; why, that man had to be older than he was, and wearing an emerald-green cloak! The nerve of him! But then it struck Mr. Dursley that this was probably some silly stunt -- these people were obviously collecting for something... yes, that would be it. The traffic moved on and a few minutes later, Mr. Dursley arrived in the Grunnings parking lot, his mind back on drills" The nightmare kicked his feet under the table, enjoying himself.
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Posted: Sat Feb 18, 2017 5:30 pm
Plien
Plien received the book again, this time turning the page. It was rare to get the privilege of page turning. "Mr. Dursley always sat with his back to the window in his office on the ninth floor. If he hadn't, he might have found it harder to concentrate on drills that morning. He didn't see the owls swoop ing past in broad daylight, though people down in the street did; they pointed and gazed open- mouthed as owl after owl sped overhead. Most of them had never seen an owl even at nighttime. Mr. Dursley, however, had a perfectly normal, owl-free morning. He yelled at five different people. He made several important telephone calls and shouted a bit more. He was in a very good mood until lunchteime, when he thought he'd stretch his legs and walk across the road to buy himself a bun from the bakery."
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Posted: Sat Feb 18, 2017 5:33 pm
Satchys
"He'd forgotten all about the people in cloaks until he passed a group of them next to the baker's. He eyed them angrily as he passed. He didn't know why, but they made him uneasy. This bunch were whispering excitedly, too, and he couldn't see a single collecting tin. It was on his way back past them, clutching a large doughnut in a bag, that he caught a few words of what they were saying. "The Potters, that's right, that's what I heard yes, their son, Harry" Mr. Dursley stopped dead. Fear flooded him. He looked back at the whisperers as if he wanted to say something to them, but thought better of it. Satchys looked up at the clock as he passed the book, and urged Plien to read.
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Posted: Sat Feb 18, 2017 5:37 pm
Plien
Plien noticed Satchys's urgency and tried to read faster. He didn't want this to end! It was too exciting. " He dashed back across the road, hurried up to his office, snapped at his secretary not to disturb him, seized his telephone, and had almost finished dialing his home number when he changed his mind. He put the receiver back down and stroked his mustache, thinking... no, he was being stupid. Potter wasn't such an unusual name. He was sure there were lots of people called Potter who had a son called Harry. Come to think of it, he wasn't even sure his nephew was called Harry. He'd never even seen the boy. It might have been Harvey. Or Harold. There was no point in worrying Mrs. Dursley; she always got so upset at any mention of her sister. He didn't blame her -- if he'd had a sister like that... but all the same, those people in cloaks... "
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Posted: Sat Feb 18, 2017 5:41 pm
Satchys
A loud ring interrupted Satchys right as he opened his mouth. The teacher called for everyone to gather around, apperantly reading time was over. Satchys shared a sad look with Plien, but grinned saying, "That was fun! I hope we get to finish the book together!" The pink nightmare shared a grin with the other half fey as they parted ways. They defiantly needed to continue the book.
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