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 Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2005 3:34 pm
...somewhat late and when I looked up I saw my quidditch captain storming up toward me. He looked furious. I had almost forgotten that I missed the match. If my catain looked any angrier, I think he just might have burst into flame.
Once he got to me he began to yell...
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2005 6:14 pm
"Where have you been!" where the first words that ran out of his mouth. As he continued, I began feeling guilty, but I was too busy...
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Posted: Tue Sep 06, 2005 11:36 am
...The angry prefect was coming up behind me, yelling and looking extremely peeved. They were yelling so much that I began to tune them out and...
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Posted: Tue Sep 06, 2005 2:59 pm
..and try as hard as I could, it seemed impossible. I couldn't even understand the words they were throwing toward me, all I could think of was Hope. What was she so miserable? At least why did she appear so... and Hagrid? Did something happen to them...?
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Posted: Tue Sep 06, 2005 8:18 pm
...just then there was the sound of yelling that was neither prefect nor captain. It was comming off from the direction of...
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Posted: Tue Sep 06, 2005 9:08 pm
...Hagrid''s house. He too was yelling angrilly at me.
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Posted: Wed Sep 07, 2005 1:13 pm
I quickly turned around to face him. There was no word I could make out from the words he shouted, but suddenly...
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Posted: Wed Sep 07, 2005 5:14 pm
...something strange happened. There was a short burst of light and...
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Posted: Wed Sep 07, 2005 5:23 pm
..next thing she knew she found herself staring back at Madame Pomfry.
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Posted: Wed Sep 07, 2005 10:49 pm
"What happened?" I asked, completely dazed.
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Posted: Thu Sep 29, 2005 3:54 pm
"I was about to ask you the same thing." said Madame Pomfry, looking at me with a pained look of worry and curiosity. "Wha-What?" I said completely bewildered. "Poor Mr. Dneirf (pronounced d-nair-if) was scared out of his mind. He came up to your dormitory to go to bed and you were shaking uncontrolably in your bed, no one could snap you out of it." Said Madame Pomfry, now more worried then ever. "Wha-How long have I been here?" ...
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Posted: Thu Sep 29, 2005 4:50 pm
"Three days!" said Madame Pomfry, looking even more worried, "Are you sure you don't remember anything?"
"The last think I remeber is being out on the grounds outside Hagrids cabin," I said, trying to sit up.
Madame Pomfry pushed me back down, looking more worried still and now I was begining to worry too.
"Wait, you said I was found in my bed? That doesn't make sense, I don't remember going up to bed, let alone back into the castle..."
Madame Pomfry looked, somehow, even more worried. It looked like, if her eyes opened any wider, they'd be in danger of falling out.
"Yes, in your bed..."
"WAIT, you said Mr. Dneirf found me!? I'm a girl!"
I was now, obviously very worried. I wrentched myself out of my bed, dodged Madame P. ( xd ) and ran to the nearest window.
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I was a boy!
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Posted: Thu Sep 29, 2005 4:56 pm
Thats funny in so many ways, because i actually took a while to decide if it was a boy or a a girl... rofl anyways please ignore this message and reply to KT's... Katie EDITs:
ooo!
xd
I could delete this!
twisted I could too you know!!
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2005 6:48 pm
"This can't be happening!" I squeaked.
"What can't be happening? Something besides not remembering anything that's happened in the past three days?" asked Madame Pomfrey.
I lay back down in my bed without answering. She would never believe me. All telling her would cause is a trip to the magical loonie bin.
Sorry for not being here for a while. Busy schedule.
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Posted: Wed Oct 05, 2005 7:43 pm
Later that day, my best friend, Jackie, came up.
She looked extremly worried and asked, "Madame Pomfry, my friend didn't come to her bed last night. I'm worried, I was hopping she might have gotten sick or something and just no one told me, but..." she scanned the Hospital Wing, pausing on me, the only occupent, and looking back at Madame P. "I guess she isn't here."
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