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Burlesque Nightmare Captain
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 Posted: Thu Sep 30, 2010 12:26 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 29, 2010 2:05 pm
 Hazel Daniella Rosswell"Wit beyond measure is man's greatest treasure." -Rowena Ravenclaw
She unfolded the paper and looked down the list to where, in bold letters, it said "FIRST PERIOD: Potions". "Potions room, potions room..." she looked left and right down the hallway, searching for the right classroom. "Ah, here it is," she said, turning to her left and walking through the door to where there were many tables and chairs set up with bottles and beakers and containers filling the shelves and tables, and a few other students were already inside. She gazed around the room, contemplating where to sit. Finally, she decided to just sit at the table directly in the middle of the room. She set her books and her bag down and stared at the small bottles and beakers that were set up at her table, each with their own weird liquid inside.
Not all scars show, not all wounds heal... sometimes you can't always see the pain someone feels...
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