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Post by Tina on Jul 21, 2007 19:37:16 GMT
Teacheres are Evil11 Man thats the worst I've done at Elbow typing T_T <--- yeah thats the next sentance -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I save every post I make, because I get tired of having to rewrite everything because my computer decides to switch pages on me, or cuases an error
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Post by sims2freak on Jul 21, 2007 19:46:51 GMT
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Post by Daiiz on Jul 21, 2007 20:09:27 GMT
Yeah... You wish! I never even want to talk to you again... or even hear you again. Do us all a favour and get lost.
---- Yeah, me and a friend had a mis-understanding =]
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Post by LOULOU! on Jul 22, 2007 5:11:14 GMT
4. How many others have you cheated on? cheating is wrong.
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Post by °³ PetzLover ³° on Jul 22, 2007 16:10:02 GMT
¾.::×÷~ª*°ญicõle°*ª~÷×::.¾: Lol are you SURE Buttercup isn't a pearl lutino? ¾.::×÷~ª*°ญicõle°*ª~÷×::.¾: www.tieltreasures.com/Mutation/Pearl%20lutino%20153-4.jpg¾.::×÷~ª*°ญicõle°*ª~÷×::.¾: I searched on google, and this is pretty much what she looks like. ¾.::×÷~ª*°ญicõle°*ª~÷×::.¾: Just a bit more yellow on her body. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Talking with someone who's in the townships' bird club o.O
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Post by Tina on Jul 22, 2007 17:39:42 GMT
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Post by emily on Jul 23, 2007 19:51:06 GMT
Something in the bushes rattles.
Fabian tenses, almost imperceptibly, the sudden clutch of his muscles giving the lie to his casual expression. Gideon's hand flies instinctively to his inside pocket, curling in on the reassurance of his wand.
"It can't," Fabian whispers, so softly and with so little movement of his mouth that it's almost as if the voice is coming from somewhere else, "not on the grounds, not here--"
"On three," Gideon mouths. Fabian nods grimly, slowly uncrossing his leg, carefully measured movements. "One -- two--"
"Ow," the bush says, and then, "bugger fcuk," and then two boys fall out of it with leaves in their hair. Fabian lifts a brow, relaxing. Gideon taps his chest in a way that means I am not too old for this but it is never too early to wet yourself for no reason. "Uhm." The boy on the bottom looks up and gives a winning grin. "Hello. How are you. Lovely weather. We do so like bushes." The boy on top nods, unable, apparently, to close his mouth. "How are you lot, then?"
"You're familiar," Gideon says.
"Put out your cigarette," Fabian hisses to him. "These are young people and you are a terrible influence."
"Oh," the boy on the bottom scoffs, "I smoke all the time. Fags. Fabulous. Smoke. All the time. You know."
"I don't," the boy on top says. "I don't smoke ever. You're my favorite," he adds, to Fabian. "Just so you know."
"Well." Fabian tosses his hair, puzzled but pleased. "Of course I am. Er. Who are you?"
"It's me," says the boy on top, who has now rolled off and is the boy on the left. "Little Potter? From today, earlier? You said." He is gazing up at Fabian with a calf-like expression, eyes wide behind his glasses, and suddenly Gideon does remember.
"Right," he says, vaguely, "Head Boy, yeah? With the redhead. What are you doing in those bushes?"
"Illegal things," says the boy on the right, who does look strangely, even painfully, familiar. Gideon strains his memory; all those third-years running around -- who was this one? Had any third-year -- any third year in the history of time -- worn a dog collar? "Extremely illegal. Go-down-among-the-heroes-of-legend sort of thing. Not sex-illegal, either, haha, we’re just mates, not mating, but, you know, dungbombs. Slytherins and so on. Has either of you got a pen?"
"I know you!" Fabian exclaims suddenly, in tones that waver between horrified and amused. "Gideon, remember?"
"He knows me," the boy says, rapturously, to Potter. "Write that down."
"It's Sirius Black," Fabian hisses in his brother's ear -- oh! -- and then, turning his stony-eyed attention to the boy, who is swaggering back upright, says "You made our little sister cry."
Sirius Black freezes for a moment, his eyes darting back and forth in panic, and then says, very carefully, "To be fair, she punched me in the nose first."
"I punch him all the time," Potter says. "Loads."
"I don't care what she did," Gideon says, his voice like iron. "These are petty excuses. Unworthy excuses. The excuses not of a man but of a worm."
"Er," Sirius says. "This is really not how this part of meeting you is supposed to go."
"We know our little sister's left hook," Fabian continues. His eyes narrow into dark slits. Sirius takes a step backwards. "We taught it to her ourselves. It's really something, isn't it?"
"I had tissue up my nose for days," Sirius mumbles. "Just punishment, after all, eh?"
"Not enough," Gideon decides firmly.
"No," Fabian agrees. "Hardly enough."
"I will punch him for you," James offers. "Loads. Really. From dawn until dusk. If you will sign my arm. Will you sign my arm?"
"James," Sirius says out of the corner of his mouth, "they are going to sign your arm in my blood."
"Damn," James mutters. "That’ll wash off."
"You know," Sirius attempts desperately, "your little sister was an absolutely amazing girl. Woman. Person of substance. And I was in fourth year and very stupid. Even stupider than now, I mean. Look, we play on the same Quidditch team! We're teammates! We're on fantastic terms. She's a great Seeker. I'm really, really sorry."
"Gideon," Fabian says , tapping a fingertip thoughtfully against his chin, "does 'sorry' cut it with us? As a matter of principle?"
"No," Gideon says shortly, rolling up his sleeves.
"I'm not just sorry, you know!" Sirius protests. He backpedals wildly into James, who has his arm stretched out and an expression of ecstasy on his face. "I am so far beyond sorry. I am a miserable worm. I am worm lint. I am toe dirt. I deserve to be eaten by hyenas. As much as it would be an honor to have the **** beaten out of me by you, at least let me try to redeem myself."
"Can't be done," Gideon says. "Come here, if you please, and take your beating like a man."
Sirius shuffles forward, staring up at Gideon with mournful, puppyish eyes. "All right," he whimpers. "But, listen, before you knock all the teeth from my mouth, there's something you should know."
--- ahahahah oh wow SBP. what a part ot have copied. too bad I missed out on the manslaves part. The glory of Fabian and Gideon Prewett.
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Post by Spaniel <3 on Jul 31, 2007 16:25:39 GMT
*•.¸(*•.¸♥¸.•*´)¸.•*´ ♥«´¨`•° HI! °•´¨`»♥ ¸.•*´(*•.¸♥¸.•*´)´*•.¸
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Post by ziggy on Aug 4, 2007 0:56:41 GMT
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Post by Tina on Aug 4, 2007 6:20:28 GMT
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Post by Dev on Aug 4, 2007 13:07:12 GMT
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Post by Tina on Aug 4, 2007 18:39:55 GMT
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Post by Tina on Aug 6, 2007 23:50:39 GMT
The white flower without a spider in in ^^
Photo Taken June 11th 2007
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