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 Posted: Tue Apr 05, 2011 5:09 pm
'You might belong in Gryffindor, Where dwell the brave at heart, Their daring, nerve, and chivalry Set Gryffindors apart;' Ginelle Ginny Alaine DeLuccia . Thinking . . Speaking . . Action .
Ginny shook her head to Nathaniel. "No, see, I'm the quidditch player here. It's you that needs to think of your response." She said with a light laugh. It was very possible that Nathaniel or Amelia could beat her, regardless of anything. Everything out there was possible, as she soon found out with magic coming into her life. "And, she didn't look gloomy, Nathaniel. You just didn't invite her into our conversation! How rude of you" She winked to Amelia and a large grin. She was playing tricks with Nathaniel, doing her best to keep Amelia included in this one. She was also teasing Nathaniel, because he kept teasing them.
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Posted: Tue Apr 05, 2011 7:28 pm
“He lives the poetry that he cannot write. The others write the poetry that they dare not realise.” - Oscar Wilde (Off to sleep !)
Too bad for being in class. It was hard to not keep chatting like this when you were out in the open air. He looked at the two girls at his side. "I said IF I win." Now, now. He had to stop diminishing himself like that. Was it truly the way to act, a boy; no a man like him ? Nathaniel couldn't believe all these troubles. "Didn't invite her... There's always a place for Amelia. Am I rude ? Am I ? Well, I'm sorry for being such a barbaric, savage lad ! " he said in the most ridiculous way possible.
₦ᎪᏆ♅Ꭺ₦ᎥᎬᏞ ᎳᎪᏒᎠ - 2ℕᎠ ᎽᎬᎪᏒ
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Posted: Wed Apr 06, 2011 1:36 am
Amelia Frances Joan
 Secretly please Nathaniel seemed to want her company, she attempted to act normal, aka not squeal. Turning to meet Ginny's gaze, she questioned, in a very serious tone. "I don't know...should we forgive him?" This was fun. She felt like she was able to play both sides, as long as it was teasing Nathaniel.
First Year Ravenclaw
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Posted: Wed Apr 06, 2011 8:54 am
'You might belong in Gryffindor, Where dwell the brave at heart, Their daring, nerve, and chivalry Set Gryffindors apart;' Ginelle Ginny Alaine DeLuccia . Thinking . . Speaking . . Action .
With Nathaniel acting like a fool, she couldn't help but laugh. But, when Amelia got all serious, the smirk wiped off her face, and she put on her acting mask. "Oh, I don't know Amelia. Don't you think he needs to earn our forgiveness?" She said, studying Nathaniel. She was enjoying all the teasing that was going on, although she wasn't sure what he was feeling about all this. She could only hope that he found it cute, or at the least, funny.
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Posted: Wed Apr 06, 2011 2:08 pm
“He lives the poetry that he cannot write. The others write the poetry that they dare not realise.” - Oscar Wilde He was having fun, definitely. With the teasing and half-jokes (and at least, not any bad pun) Nathaniel was glad that he had Amelia and Ginelle at his side. They were laughing together, it was all that mattered to him. Even when it got all serious again, the girls deciding his punishment. Since class didn't look like resuming anytime soon, he didn't care for how the others stared. Nathaniel stepped out of their group and got himself on one knee, right hand over his heart. "Please my ladies, I will do anything to regain my honor." He thought of the race he'd have with Ginelle later. He wondered if he could stay serious about it with all this going on.
₦ᎪᏆ♅Ꭺ₦ᎥᎬᏞ ᎳᎪᏒᎠ - 2ℕᎠ ᎽᎬᎪᏒ
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Posted: Wed Apr 06, 2011 3:29 pm
Amelia Frances Joan
Amelia's eyes widened momentarily as Nathaniel sank to one knee. Was this more serious than she was acting? She doubted it. There was still a playfulness in his eyes which told her to keep pushing. "Oh dear! He's so gallant! There was the briefest second where she wondered if that was the right word, before she swooned. With the back of her hand at her forehead, she fell to the side, having from experience learned for her it hurt less when landing. She enjoyed being the center of attention, or near so. Just because she couldn't dance or anything did not mean she was left out. In fact, Ginelle's dance recitals aside, she was fairly sure she'd been in the center of attention more places than her friend. Not that it was in the least a competition.
First Year Ravenclaw
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Posted: Wed Apr 06, 2011 3:43 pm
'You might belong in Gryffindor, Where dwell the brave at heart, Their daring, nerve, and chivalry Set Gryffindors apart;' Ginelle Ginny Alaine DeLuccia . Thinking . . Speaking . . Action .
Ginelle kept a cool face, and started her acting again "Nathaniel, do you see what you did?!" She went down to her side, trying not to laugh, and put her hand on Amelia's forehead, and two fingers very close to her neck. "She doesn't have a pulse, Nathaniel! You made her heart stop!" She said with a straight face for as long as she could take it. Then, giving it away, she let out a small laugh before turning it into a cough, She stood up and began to let out very obviously fake small cries for her 'dead' friend.
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Posted: Wed Apr 06, 2011 3:50 pm
Amelia Frances Joan
Amelia thought she was very good at playing dead. She even stuck out her tongue and stared off into the distance with a vacant look. What took the most skill however was not laughing. She realized she never enjoyed doing this 'acting out' this much. It was so much better with friends. Her lips twitched, but with her tongue out the smile was easily avoided. She would play her part.
First Year Ravenclaw
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Posted: Fri Apr 08, 2011 1:42 pm
“He lives the poetry that he cannot write. The others write the poetry that they dare not realise.” - Oscar Wilde It was amazing how Flying class let them free like that. They were almost dismissed until the teacher would ask questions again. Nathaniel liked playing such games, it remembered when he was forced to do so with his little sister some years ago. At least all this wasn't against his will. They were stifling with laughter, it was hard to stay serious. "This is bad. How can I make her live again ?" He approached her and gently held her up. Amelia's eyes were now closed. It was strange holding her, with Ginelle faking her worry. Her tears were really realistic and his heart somehow sank. Nathaniel leaned towards Amelia but a clumsy move changed the course of a kiss on the cheek directly on her lips.
₦ᎪᏆ♅Ꭺ₦ᎥᎬᏞ ᎳᎪᏒᎠ - 2ℕᎠ ᎽᎬᎪᏒ
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Posted: Fri Apr 08, 2011 2:11 pm
'You might belong in Gryffindor, Where dwell the brave at heart, Their daring, nerve, and chivalry Set Gryffindors apart;' Ginelle Ginny Alaine DeLuccia . Thinking . . Speaking . . Action .
|| Ginny is going to haaaate you, Nathaniel... xD ||
Ginny had watched his act, a little jealous of what he was about to do. But, it was a kiss on the lips. It was no big deal, and it meant nothing. But then, his kiss missed her cheek and went to her lips. Her mouth dropped open, and her fake tears became... well, real. But, they wouldn't know. "I think that's enough acting for one day..." Ginelle muttered in a small, pathetic voice. She looked away and wiped off her face, avoiding looking at either of them. This time, she didn't just want to fly away, she was actually going to. She hopped on her broom and floated into the air. She knew how to fly already, since she was on the quidditch team. So, she just took off towards the hogwarts grounds, leaving her friends behind her. She didn't care what it cost her in the class, a bad grade, detention, lost points, she didn't care. She just couldn't stand to be around the two of them at the moment.
|| I am going to actually go to the grounds, so, it's your choice wheter or not to follow me there.||
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Posted: Fri Apr 08, 2011 2:25 pm
Amelia Frances Joan
((Oh, that's mean...))
Amelia felt like she was in a play. With her body draped, pretending to be longer than it was, she would just imagine she was Rom-wait, nope, Juliet. Wait...didn't that mean she was dead? That's when she felt his lips. She jerked back in surprise her eyes shooting open. She was expecting to be picked up! Not...not that. She stared at him for what seemed like a long heartbeat before she remembered, "Ginny!" she spun out of his grasp, trying to grab at her broom. The Nimbus was to fast, but Amelia did what came naturally to her, she ran after it. Track had prepared her with years of chasing after things with legs much longer than hers. She loved running, but this wasn't for fun. Still she stopped worrying about what she'd say and fell into the rhythm of the steps. It didn't even occur to her that she was running from a class. Nor that she could have chased after her in a broom. Logic went passed Amelia when she let her empathic self rule.
First Year Ravenclaw
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Posted: Fri Apr 08, 2011 4:11 pm
“He lives the poetry that he cannot write. The others write the poetry that they dare not realise.” - Oscar Wilde (Yeah well. I'm adding to the drama.)
"I... I'm sor- I didn't meant to..." Nathaniel started to babble excuses. He didn't know what just happened. Did he... ? He'd just kissed Amelia. He did it. His first kiss ! During that silence, he'd stared right into her eyes, trying to know how she felt. As surprised as him possibly. He didn't have the time to think. Amelia was already gone. In his astonishment, he almost didn't hear how heartbroken Ginny sounded. How she stormed off. How bad he felt now. His heart already sank before the kiss, now it felt like it was dead. He sat there, under the eye of the rest of the class. Flying lessons weren't so important now too. He knew he had to run after them, After her. "I'm sorry Professor, please excuse me and the others." And he ran.
₦ᎪᏆ♅Ꭺ₦ᎥᎬᏞ ᎳᎪᏒᎠ - 2ℕᎠ ᎽᎬᎪᏒ
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Posted: Fri Apr 08, 2011 4:13 pm
'You might belong in Gryffindor, Where dwell the brave at heart, Their daring, nerve, and chivalry Set Gryffindors apart;' Ginelle Ginny Alaine DeLuccia . Thinking . . Speaking . . Action .
|| xD On the grounds. GO GO GO!...
Wait... Which her are you referring to? xD Oh yeesh... ||
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 7:11 pm
 Antoinette Machiavelli— Slytherin ; Second Year
Anyway, she was happy because Nathan was in a pickle, that he was troubled, and eventually would be unhappy. She had never liked him. EVER. "Good for him." She had muttered when all of the stars had run off stage.
She then imagined Nathan, Ginny, and that Ravenclaw girl being pickles in a jar, and laughed so hard she nearly passed out.
[ I intended to write more, but I can't really think of anything. Deal. >:P ]
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Posted: Thu Apr 14, 2011 1:48 pm
He look around the Field."someday wanna join quidditch"he promised.[i was grounded for like three months but then i came back]
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