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Posted: Tue Mar 25, 2008 8:09 am
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Posted: Tue Mar 25, 2008 1:22 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 25, 2008 5:27 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 25, 2008 8:37 pm
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Miranda couldn't help but chuckle a little at Carrigan's face. It was a mix of confusion and oh-my-god-I-have-to-throw-up. She probably shouldn't have though, seeing as that's probably what her face looked like too. Minus the need to throw up. Why had he switched sides of the bench? Was she really that repulsive?
I need to think. That is like the number one thing you say when you don;t like someone but you don't want to piss them off.
"Why am I worriing so much? He probably doesn't even know that. Look at him, blushing, red as a beet." She argued with herself. She had never been so confused in her life. She had officially given up on swallowing any more, and pushed her plate away from her. She didn't know what to do with herself, so she just set her head on the table in her arms.
Then he stared choking. She had no clue what to do, so she let the adrenaline take over. She watched herself run over to help him. She wanted to stop herself, but it was already to late. People had begun to stare.
"Carrigan, are you okay?? Oh, please tell me you are, I don't really feel like carrying you all the way up to the hospital wing."
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Posted: Wed Mar 26, 2008 12:09 am
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Carrigan nodded sharply, his coughing meshing with a hoarse chuckle as he clinked his goblet back to the tabletop. "Yes, I'm fine." He noticed that he had gathered the attention of several other Ravenclaw students-- and even some from the other Houses as they passed by-- and Carrigan flushed deeply, palming his face before continuing. "I-I'm sorry, Miranda. I seem to have lost my appetite."
The lithe boy stood and stared unwaveringly at Miranda, burying his lower lip between his teeth in frustration. "Do you think we could perhaps return to the Common Room? We need to talk. Privately." He reached a hand out and took her by the shoulder. Even now, Carrigan hesitated just prior to touching her, because, this time, his fingers fumbled over her throat in a practiced maneuver he hoped would help convince her to agree.
This was getting out of hand, and they had to sort it out now.
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Posted: Wed Mar 26, 2008 4:32 am
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Posted: Wed Mar 26, 2008 2:34 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 26, 2008 3:01 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 26, 2008 7:23 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 27, 2008 4:08 am
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Posted: Thu Mar 27, 2008 12:34 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 28, 2008 2:10 am
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Posted: Sat Mar 29, 2008 12:24 am
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Posted: Sat Mar 29, 2008 3:32 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 29, 2008 3:42 pm
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