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Date Posted: 18:35:53 04/22/02 Mon
Author: Julian Emberson
Subject: Re: ...A star can kill.
In reply to: Celeste Riceburg 's message, "Re: ...You're My Shooting Star..." on 14:47:26 04/22/02 Mon

Julian snorted, her "blonde" comment obviously seeming a very insipid guess of the understatement to his statement. He pointed to his own locks, a brow raising ever so sardonically. "Lovely, you're not even a natural blonde, so whyever would that count?" He sighed a tired, knowing sigh about her, sinking down to his hair. "It never had to do with intelligence, merely common sense that I am not as, say, superficial as a jock when it comes to these things." He looked up at her for a moment, his eyes darkening a bit.

He had skipped over the death of one of the British students, one he was quite fond of. For the while that he knew, Harry Potter was an intelligent fellow. He respected that. It was almost a horror to hear of his death.

He blinked, his verdant irises nearing the color of sable, a slow, almost agonizing change. "The first and second years are coming out of their fifth class," He said calmly, even in movement. Every feeling seemed to have drain out of him as the green had from his eyes. "I'm not in the mood to try and talk above the clamor of their voices. We're secluded enough here."

He forced himself to smile, and it came out as naturally as ever. His cherubic expression seemed to brighten him, but his eyes remained the same swarthy compound of dark greens. His hand reached out and set hers on the table. "Besides, my ass feels fine where it is."

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