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Posted: Sat Mar 15, 2008 2:39 pm
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Although Carrigan probably couldn't tell, she was just as nervous as he was. She was just good at hiding it. Probably from all the years of being on the debate team at school.
When he placed his hand on her shoulder, it was all she could do to keep from jumping. He was shaking, badly. Miranda wanted to help him, tell him it was ok, that she didn't mind that his hand was on her shoulder, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. And she didn't know why. Not knowing why things happened tended to annoy Miranda, but this time, she didn't care.
He moved his hand upward, touching the skin on her upper neck. His touch was so light, like she had imagined the wind of a winter day would feel if it had hands. Seemingly out of nowhere, he took his hands off her and started appologising.
She couldn't help it any longer.
She embraced him, not holding back anymore. In his ear, she wispered, ever so softly "It's okay. I forgive you." Then, without thinking she pressed her lips to his cheek.
As if waking up from a dream, miranda suddenly realised what she had done. "I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have done that. I'm sorry if I made you feel awkward, I should have never even started talking to you. I'm sorry, I'll go away now." She was back to being herself, and her conscience was screaming at her. "What are you doing?? Who do you think you are?? He probably doesn't even like you!!! You don't have a chance, you freak. You should kow that."
She ran out of the library, not even stopping to grab her things.
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Posted: Sat Mar 15, 2008 3:37 pm
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Carrigan was still shaking when she embraced him a second time. He didn't know where all this affection and shyness had come from; what happened to the quiet recluse with the sadistic streak which had walked through the doors to Hogwarts? Funny things happened in this school, apparently... He caught his breath a moment later, when she whispered her forgiveness into his ear. He hadn't expected an answer like this-- maybe a quiet "It's fine," if nothing else, but not another hug and--
His heart skipped a beat. The Ravenclaw first year had pressed her mouth against his cheek, and the first thing he realized was that it was warm, and the feeling erupted in his chest and made him feel slightly ill. Not...bad ill, but faint. He leaned back a little, weak in the knees and trying to pull back from the mock kiss without being rude, because he just did not know what to do, but Miranda was already pulling back. Her face was a vibrant flush, looking just as embarassed as Carrigan felt when he realized he was shivering and couldn't stop himself. She apologized even more profusely than he himself had, and while he could see why she found the need a necessity, he didn't want to hear apologies so much as an explanation. He hadn't been lying-- they'd only just met. He found himself in a state of shocked silence as she continued, however, and then the first year girl turned and sprinted down the aisles of dusty books. The faint creak of the oak doors floated back to Carrigan, still stationary and blushing, and told him she hadn't even bothered to get her things.
He pressed a hand to his cheek, but he didn't feel sad.
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Posted: Sat Mar 15, 2008 8:50 pm
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Posted: Mon Mar 17, 2008 5:53 am
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Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2008 10:38 am
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Posted: Tue Apr 08, 2008 5:00 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2008 5:08 am
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"Ahhhh, i've always loved libraries. Lets see, Magical Creatures, Charms, Dark Arts, Potions, Herbology, ah! there we are: Transfigurations." Scanning through the books Pam finds an interesting looking one on transfiguration spells. Taking it off the shelf, she drops onto a sofa she starts reading.
A few minutes later, she walks quietly to one of the tables and sits down, takes a notebook from her pocket and starts taking notes just because even as a first year, she already is really really curious about Transfigurations.
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Posted: Tue Apr 29, 2008 5:52 pm
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Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2008 7:22 pm
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Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2008 10:26 pm
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Siobhan stepped into the library. The air was thick with dust, drifting down from the rafters, catching the sunlight and swirling down to the floorboards like a ghost. She could smell aged leather, wood, binding glue, paper, and subtle hints of ink: the smells of a library; the smells of home.
All the other witches and wizards in her family had been in Ravenclaw. She was the first Gryffindor, and in her attempt to shun all things Ravenclaw, this was her first trip to the library since the First Year had set foot in the castle.
She walked slowly between the towering bookcases, looking for the tome she needed. Finally, she found it and settled at a table to do her homework. Well, she settled at a table to appear to be doing her homework. In reality, she was trying to write an article for the school paper. She tapped her quill lazily on her paper as she tried to organize her ideas, creating ever-widening pools of ink on the otherwise blank and foreboding parchment.
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Posted: Sat May 24, 2008 8:07 pm
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Posted: Mon May 26, 2008 4:59 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 04, 2008 7:05 am
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