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Post by Cammie Wagner on Dec 20, 2005 8:41:36 GMT -5
If there was one thing Cammie loved to do most, it was stop and smell the roses. Her fingers trailed on the endless rows of roses in only one of the many Gardens of Hogwarts, if you really stoped to look, Hogwarts could be quiet the romantic place, but you had to look. Smiling to herself she bent bown and swisted one single peach-colored rose off of its stem and enchanted it to stay in her short blonde hair. Smiling to herself she kept wandering...why she didn't come out here more often was beyond her...she really should if you stopped to think about it.
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Post by Arion Riddle on Dec 20, 2005 8:55:30 GMT -5
Arion walked out of the castle he needed to get away, He didn´t know where he was going, He just walked and tried to get away from everything. He look down on his left forearm, There was the legendary dark mark, Even though he couldn´t see it, But he could feel it. He would never forget what he was going to do, What his destiny was. But sometimes he needed to get away to clear his mind, Without him knowing it he had reached the rose garden. The smell of it made him feel more relaxed. But he quickly come back to reality when he feels the dark mark burning. “ I know, I'm thinking of a way to do it “ Arion said to himself, He kept walking and looked over the garden, He saw that their was another person here, But he wasn´t in a talking mood today. So he keep walking, And tries to think of a way that he can take his revenge.
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Post by Cammie Wagner on Dec 20, 2005 9:05:20 GMT -5
She loved the smells, and t was everywhere. SMiling toherself it was a sad awakening to the itching pains on her arm...hissing "Not now" she muttered to herself she she continued to play in the roses.
It wouldn't be forgotten that easily however, it just got worse...rolling her eyes she stood up, making sure the rose was still in her hair and massaged her mark thru her long-sleeved shirt as she walked. No, she wasn't wearing her robes, she hated those heavy, hot lumps of fabric. Instead she wore a pale blue form-fitting long sleeve'd T-shirt, loose distresed blue jeans and her ever-so-popular brown chucks. Sighing she bumped shoulders with a boy she couldn't say that she'd met earlier...
"Sorry, Distracted" she said, quickly dropping her hands to her sides.
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Post by Arion Riddle on Dec 20, 2005 9:14:57 GMT -5
Arion sighed and looked at the girl, He hadn´t seen her before “ No problem “ He said as he begins to walk again, But he stops maybe he can get clear his mind if he talks to this girl. At least he might forget this pain. “ So who are you” He asked and turned around to face her. He took a deep breath, But he didn´t like the smell of rose´s, He liked the cold and the dark, Not the living, He had been thought to hate the living and the light. He pick up a rose and crush it in his hand, he really hated the smell. Now he was back to his old self again. The one that would do anything to get his revenge. And he will succeed.
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