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Date Posted: 09:30:22 03/30/02 Sat
Author: Griffon Todd
Subject: ^Laugh and the World Laughs With You^
In reply to: Adrian Smallwood 's message, "Don't forget it's the distance that can make you feel dead from loneliness" on 07:41:43 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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