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Date Posted: 07:41:43 03/30/02 Sat
Author: Adrian Smallwood
Subject: Don't forget it's the distance that can make you feel dead from loneliness
In reply to: Ron Weasley 's message, "-Through the Looking Glass-" on 17:26:54 03/29/02 Fri



The neon pink apexed male swipes a few more casually sporadic, fleeting glances at the bantam and frail looking muliebral from overseas, not being able to evade his intrigue. The itch to ogle simply won't appease his conscience's wishes not to occasionally look over, but when he notices the discomfort her body language vociferates when a human's gaze is upon her, he manages to release the craving to view her. Surprisingly vehemently responsive to her anxiety, a pang of guilt melanged with pity for her pains him inside. Her insecurity makes a part of him ache empathetically; makes feelings of affinity surge through him. The ambrosially embodied noncomformist experiences a potent urge to solace the enrapturingly ravishing girl; perhaps assauge her immense grief. He diverts his mocha colored eyes in a lambenting manner towards Griffon suggestively, catching his gaze and waggling a sable brow with a simper playing across his invitingly sapid, mauve lips. Although he's not transparent to anyone else, the longtime companion could read him like a book. Adrian knew he knew. Despite his feelings of rapport towards the shatterable, vulnerable and enticingly attractive nymphet, his primary masculine thoughts parellel them in degree of want. It's not his fault, either.

He isn't shocked when the gracile headmaster's snowy hair begins turning startlingly pink. If anything, he was expecting Griffon to pull such a dynamically virulent stunt. A haughtily amused smirk pulls at the corners of his divine mouth as he lounges backward and spectates the swift change from silver to roseate in all his leisure, a collective gasp followed by giggles and laughter the sounds that fill his ears from the surprised crowd. How satisfying it was to witness the prudent Headmistress that had served him consequence for his sometimes risque and sometimes morally decadent actions be utterly humiliated and stripped of all her dignity by his closest friend! He throws his pinkened head back and cackles with blatant mirth, indulging in the precious moment and not fretting about the detentions both of them will surely receive for their capering, comical actions. His umber optics seek Griffon's hastily, and upon contact with the other boy's precise line of vision, still laughing, he oscillates his cranium slowly back and forth in approval. So wound up in the moment, he does not view the ebony haired Briton's (Harry) descent to the floor and his ensuing rise, nor the capricious, darkly clad female's retort for his unreadable glance to her (Magnolia). If her peers right beside her could not here her, it was precluded that he could from across the room. He has concluded she has her high horse lodged up her ass. If someone rejects him, the feeling is automatically nuetral. If he is judged, he will disown strangers. In this picture, she is the offending party. Feeling a pair of probing optics upon him, he glances in their direction waywardly and meets the cedar eyes of a vermilion apexed gamin (Ron). His finely tuned brows furrow with quizzical curiousity, but he acquits the matter when the fellow mortal jerks his peer away. Odd, he deems trivially.



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[> [> [> smile to hide fear -- Hero Adair, 08:18:03 03/30/02 Sat

Femme entered the Gatherplace at a leisurely pace, frame slipping into a frontal chair near that of the rose tressed jokesters. Hand was drawn through dark tresses, slightly miffed she had missed much of the happenings that her peers were still amused at. Gaze then landed upon the males, causing a slight giggle to erupt from she, easing tense muscles. Hand silenced giggles as it lay over her mouth for a moment before returning to the arms of the chair. Smile remained alighted upon features, brows rising at Adrian, "Pink? I never thought you'd be so bold, Mr. Smallwood."


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[> [> [> ^Laugh and the World Laughs With You^ -- Griffon Todd, 09:30:22 03/30/02 Sat

^Easily catching Adrian's meaning in his actions, the thief shakes his head as if exasperated with his confidant's exploitations. In truth, he finds the con artist's rapid infatuation to be highly amusing, and though he knows the last thing his friend needs is advice on girls, upon seeing her discomfiture and knowing the event in her recent past, the youth can't help but offer a small bit of caution^

"Be careful"

^It comes out no more than a whisper, hardly able to be heard from the distance at which his companion sat, but such was the kinship between the two that he knew Adrian and only Adrian would realize his words and the meaning behind it. Be careful, not for yourself, but for her. She's broken, and the last thing she needs is for you to fix her...and break her yet again. Be careful. Now, he in his turn looks at the crimson crowned femme, studying her but not in a hungry way as Adrian had done, but rather searching. Looking for that inner strength that all humans had. It was there, but it was obviously all that was keping her aloft. His now pale green eyes turn rapidly to an almost black shade, his anger smoldering at the monster that could have done this to so many kids^


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[> [> [> -Anger Distracts You From Yor Fear- -- Ron Weasley, 09:42:55 03/30/02 Sat

-Looking from the floor once again, the youth catches the look of 'Spike Hair' (as he so crudely dubbed him from the moment) switching from Ginny to 'Long Hair' to himself. Noting the almost eager quality in which his gaze rested upon his sibling and her obvious discomfort, the anger flared in him. A threatening stare is fixed upon the other, broken youth attempting to warn the male off of his sister-


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[> [> [> [> better dead then alive.. -- ginny weasley, 10:30:03 03/30/02 Sat

Ginger tresses plummet from shoulders and envelop the girl’s facade, offering her a veil of defense as her gaze resumes inspecting the flooring, her neck ‘domed’ to permit her to get an incredibly unexciting portion of floor to study. Shifting takes place as the unexpectedly self-doubting soul discovers her body being drawn to her nearest sibling, Ron, no genuine motive provided to her inquisitive mind as to why she left her flawlessly boring piece of floor to be close to her brother, except possibly she recognized that he would provider her with a morsel of security when the other familiars could not, she could be a bit nearer to Harry and therefore offer him what diminutive moral support a semi smile could supply, and then just for the sake of being nearer her family that seemed to be bare without Fred’s attendance. Fred. A wrench of sorrow sweeps through her body, obliterating all other emotions, as she seems to just be recalling what happened. He’s gone everlastingly…he thought you…you hate him.’ The reflection sneaks into her mind like a killer shadows it’s victim, except it seems that her very mind is hunting to bring down her emotional side and evolve her into a meager android to do it’s command. Sigh trembles from her lips and she manages to elevate her head to tender Harry what half smile she could persuade upon her visage, and then yet another one at Ron as though she senses she needs to assure close relations that everything would be alright even if she wasn’t positive herself. Once again her gaze takes shelter upon the floor, comforting herself as she evades looking at the mass of human beings…the crowd where the unfamiliar lurks like a tiger ready to ambush the gazelle…in this case, the Hogwartians make up one gazelle, and the crowd one terrifyingly huge tiger.


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