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Post by .:Urine Love:. on Nov 27, 2005 23:37:44 GMT -5
Ebin's wet hair fell in his face as he entered the enchanted Great Hall. He scanned the scene for Nishka at the Slytherin Table. Ebin, himself, was a Gryffindor Prefect and but originally he was part of Ravenclaw. This crazy mix up of houses resulted in Ebin not feeling quite at home at any of the house tables. "Where should we sit?" Ebin asked the others.
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Post by snailo on Nov 28, 2005 2:49:16 GMT -5
"I don't know..." Faye muttered, joining him by his side. Her wet hair, which smelt strongly of apple cinnamon, was tied as neatly as possible in a low bun. However she couldn't prevent the little drips of water that fell onto the back of her dress. Feeling extremely uncomfortable and 'tacky' due to drying herself improperly, she pointed at the small space among the Slytherin students where they could sit at. "Let's wait for him there. I can't see him anywhere, so we might as well get something to eat." She suggested hopefully, hearing her stomach grumble again.
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Post by *~*Emily*~* on Nov 28, 2005 16:13:23 GMT -5
Emily looked around at the tables and saw the Hufflepuff table and went over and sat down where she was before she went to find Ebin and Faye. Emily grabbed a plate and put some more food on it and continued to eat
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