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10-23-2005, 06:22 PM | #11 |
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Jas was in a strange mood. After having two bottles of wine, he was pleasantly drunk, and feeeling unusually brave. He decided to ask Mahtaliel for a dance, and Bumbledore encouraged him, so he set off looking for her.
He found her near the doors, talking to some lady - he didn't notice who it was. He made a beeline for her, but suddenly, she turned and made off, out the doors. Momentarily unnerved, he followed her without thinking, and also without looking... next moment, he had bumped hard against someone. It was an Elvish lady - the one Mahtaliel had been talking to. He hardly looked at her, only mumbled some apology, and set off in the direction his lady-love had taken. He didn't know what he would say if he reached her... but the brief glance he had of her face as she left showed her to be intensely preoccupied, anxious and worried. And that had left him with a feeling of foreboding so strong, he could not resist walking out after her.
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"I meant," said Ipslore bitterly, "what is there in this world that truly makes living worthwhile?" Death thought about it. "Cats," he said eventually. "Cats are nice." -Terry Pratchett, Sourcery Join the Harry Potter discussion, click here Last edited by Serenoli : 10-25-2005 at 09:57 AM. |