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Post by Melissa Murray on Jun 29, 2006 11:23:42 GMT -5
Welcome to the first floor of the library. Here you can relax and hang out with students who are not in your house. Sit down and relax with friends or a good book or Magazine.
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Post by Sofia Reynolds on Jul 12, 2006 19:37:03 GMT -5
"Do you feel like a man // when you push her around // do you feel better now // as she falls to the ground," came the voice of Sofia Reynolds, singing along softly as she sat, back up against the wall, butt on the floor, and magazine in hand. The magazine in particular she was reading was The New Yorker, a Muggle magazine she subscribed to and her mother sent her each issue by owl. Sofia's attire consisted of faded jeans, ratty looking black Converse sneakers, and a forest green T-shirt that read "Senses Fail" in spattered letters. Her chocolate hair was, as usual, in her green eyes, but it was growing longer with each passing day, now down to her mid-back; her skin was still as pale as ever.
Laying on the ground next to Sofia was a little black box with numerous silver dials and buttons, complete with headphones: a wizarding radio, charmed to pick up local Muggle stations. Currently she was tuned into a Muggle screamo-rock station, and as the song transitioned from "Face Down" by the Red Jumpsuit Apparatus to "Studying Politics" by Emery, she kept singing along softly, "It's like a pencil with erasers at both ends // I want it all, but we're dealing in percents // and these activities that you have engaged in // this is the politics of seeing you dance with him // we began with concluding remarks // break up the pieces and examined the parts // your words always cut when they're cliche // so here's my knife because I came for the buffet..."
Sofia looked up, seeing if she was bothering anyone trying to read or concentrate on something else. Seeing no one she knew, much less anyone for that matter, she returned to singing softly as she read her magazine, perfectly content with the moment.
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Post by Melissa Murray on Jul 13, 2006 16:32:23 GMT -5
Melissa walked into the Library and sat down on a comfortable loveseat. Although she had a book, Wuthering Heights, in hand she fe;t like talking so she came to this floor instead of the 2nd, hoping to find someone to talk to.
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Post by Sofia Reynolds on Jul 13, 2006 17:47:14 GMT -5
Sofia looked up once more to see Melissa Murray enter the library. Hastily taking off her headphones and standing up, she made her way over to where Melissa was sitting.
"Hey, Melissa!" Sofia said, smiling at the third year Bluejay. "What brings you around these parts?" She took a chair from a table and dragged it over, plopping herself down in it.
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Post by Melissa Murray on Jul 13, 2006 18:14:07 GMT -5
Melissa closed her book and smiled. "A hunger for gossip. So, spill. Who was your mysterous prince at the dance?"
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Post by Sofia Reynolds on Jul 14, 2006 10:51:08 GMT -5
Sofia grinned. "Well," she said, adopting a hushed tone, "his name was Andrew Leroux, and he was quite charming. He told me he wished to give me a birthday dance, seeing as it was my fifteenth birthday that day. A remarkable dancer, as well, not the whole 'two-left-feet' type, although sometimes that's just darling in a guy." Sofia said this all at a rather steady pace, and then stopped to catch her breath again. "And yourself? Who was Mr. Knight-In-Narnian-Armor?"
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Post by Melissa Murray on Jul 14, 2006 13:01:49 GMT -5
Melissa suddenly got all excited. "Well, his name is..." Then she frowned. "Oh, um... I don't know his real name. Kinda stupid, huh? He never told me. Well, he was perfectly charming. I hope I'll see him again." Then she looked sad. "Do you think he'll recognize me? He's only seen me with out my glasses. I look kinda different without them. And I don't speak with a British accent. And... oh, I hope I'm recognized."
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Post by Sofia Reynolds on Jul 14, 2006 14:27:36 GMT -5
Sofia chuckled as her friend began to fret. "Melissa, calm down! I'm sure he'll take notice of you. I mean, it doesn't take a rocket scientist to see that you're you even with glasses on and no British accent," she said firmly. "I'm sure he'll recognize you. And, as far as learning his name, I can help you there. I'm sure I can weasel it out of someone surreptitiously without looking conspicous. Spying works too, but it has to be stealthy... but not stalking, that's just obsessive...hmmm..."
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Post by Melissa Murray on Jul 14, 2006 15:27:15 GMT -5
Melissa was still nervous. "But, I haven't seen him since the party! I don't know what year he's in or what house! He could be a 7th year! HE could be a mature 2nd year for all I know! Ohhhh."
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Post by Sofia Reynolds on Jul 25, 2006 10:11:08 GMT -5
"Melissa, calm down," Sofia firmly told her friend, fixing her with an equally firm look. "I'm sure he's not a seventh year, he didn't look it, and I have never once met a mature second year boy!"
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Post by Melissa Murray on Jul 25, 2006 10:35:25 GMT -5
Melissa smiled and joked, "You mean you've never met a mature boy at all."
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