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 Posted: Thu Jul 06, 2006 7:32 pm
Ray brought out his essay. "I went over the sun, the fang, the club, and the eagle. What does the book say about them?" he asked, going to the table.
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Posted: Thu Jul 06, 2006 7:36 pm
"Sun...fang...club....eagle...Well they go into depth about birds, not so much the eagle specifically, but the other three ones have full chapters on them." She went to the first in the index, the club. "Here you go. They have a chart of possible meanings and then explanations of each one, I say you should pick two or three meanings of each and explain them, taht way you don't just say 'A club is a symbol of labor' or something general like that."
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Posted: Thu Jul 06, 2006 9:04 pm
Ray sighed. "Well. I look forward to that," he said gloomily. "Five inches on tea leaves. I don't even remember why I took Divination in the first place. It's not something you can learn, I don't think," he said, taking out a bottle of ink and a quill. "You're naturally talented. You can develop it. Well, not with a teacher like Trelawny, but you know what I mean. But I can't learn this," he said, poking at the book with the tip of his quill.
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Posted: Thu Jul 06, 2006 9:31 pm
Desiree nodded. "I only took it because I thought Trelawney was competent enough to relate to me and help expand my gift. I wish I had known she was such a parlour trick." She sighed and flipped through the pages, looking for good examples. "Here, use these three, they have the most suffering attached."
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Posted: Thu Jul 06, 2006 9:55 pm
Ray nodded. "Good thinking." He read over the paragraphs and began to summarize them in fairly large writing on his paper. He scratched with his quill for a few good minutes before he straightened up. "If I get a P on this, I really couldn't care less," he announced, before handing to Desiree to read.
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Posted: Thu Jul 06, 2006 10:22 pm
"Ha, as long as somebody dies, you'll get an O." She chuckled as she read over the paper, fixing minor hasty spelling and grammar errors with the quill. "Yes...yes this looks fine. It makes the limit?" She checked quickly and then nodded. "Yeah, it's good enough. I like how you segued between club and fang...'However, pure agony doesn't always come from the back breaking labor represented by the club, it can come from a sharp bite if you see a fang.' Brilliant...she'll eat it up." She handed him the parchment back and grinned. "Now you owe me." She returned the book to the shelf and took out two nearby, which she had been planning to read for a while. She returned to the table and sat down on it. "I don't feel like going back there for a while. Jess is skanking up the place." She chukled inwardly and looked at him. "Anything you'd like to do?"
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Posted: Fri Jul 07, 2006 8:52 am
Ray shrugged. "You know me. I usually do what everyone else does," he said, mustering a small smile. "I don't have any more homework. Do you?" he asked, putting a stopper in his ink bottle, wiping the nib of his quill, and tucking everything back in its specified place in his backpack.
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Posted: Fri Jul 07, 2006 9:21 am
"I already finished. I do my assignments in Divination." She grinned and grabbed her bookbag, throwing it over her shoulder. "Want to go out on the Quidditch Pitch? I haven't gone flying in a while..."
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Posted: Fri Jul 07, 2006 11:11 am
Ray smiled. "Yeah, okay. I'm just going to drop off my things in the dormitory. I'll meet you at the broomshed in ten minutes, alright?" he said mildly, picking up his bookbag and heading towards the Hufflepuff Common room. He turned around and looked at Desiree expectantly. "You can go to the Ravenclaw room, if you'd like, and drop off your stuff as well."
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Posted: Fri Jul 07, 2006 11:26 am
"Right." She waved goodbye to him and took off for the dormitories, glad to be getting out again to the pitch. She was only a small ways off from her dorm room and got there rather quickly. She dumped her books off and grabbed her broomstick, which she always kept under the bed. As she passed out, she was accosted by a 6th year that constantly annoyed her with his advances, though he had yet to even tell her his name. "Oh please, go eat a cockroach cluster." She passed by him and left the dormitories, heading towards the front entrance.
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Posted: Fri Jul 07, 2006 12:42 pm
Ray was waiting out by the broom shed when he saw Desiree. He, also, was holding a broom stick, but this broom was old, cheap, slow, and had a strange tendancy to slow down when closer to the ground. It belonged to the school, because Ray couldn't afford a broom. He waved. "What took you so long?" he asked loudly.
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Posted: Fri Jul 07, 2006 12:50 pm
"Sorry, Ray. I got attacked by Casa Nova again." She laughed. That was actually the name that Ray had made up for the kid after last year when he was caught trying to stick roses in her bookbag. "One of these days I'm going to push him into the lake."
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Posted: Fri Jul 07, 2006 12:58 pm
Ray laughed. "He's so desperate, he'll probably take that as a yes. He'll get down on one knee," he said dramatically, "and propose to you, and call you the wrong name," he said in a light, romantic voice, before grinning again.
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Posted: Fri Jul 07, 2006 1:02 pm
"But how would I ever respond?" She brought her hand to her forehead in a melancholy, Gone With the Wind type pose. "I don't know what to call him. Should I say 'Yes, I shall marry you, but first tell me who the bloody hell you are!' I'm sure that will go over well at the wedding." She chuckled and placed her hand on Ray's back, pushing him towards the Quidditch pitch. "Let's get in the air. I've seen that kid try to fly, he's no match for me up in the air."
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Posted: Fri Jul 07, 2006 1:14 pm
"Who is?" Ray asked, mounting his broom as they walked onto the pitch. The broom wobbled unsteadily. "This broom's wonky. We'll have to go pretty high up."
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