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Post by blaise on Oct 21, 2005 1:09:46 GMT -5
Blaise swept into the Library, robes billowing behind him as he swiftly made his way past rows and rows of books. He glanced in every direction, hoping to catch a glimpse. He knew she had returned. He knew she was here. Pausing, he had the sudden urge to sniff the air in shallow hopes of finding her. But there was no use. The girl was no where in sight. He had finally returned to the depths of Hogwarts, as had she, and yet he had no idea where to look. Sighing, he stopped his desperate search. He sauntered over to the nearest table, seating himself with a small bout of butterflies dying down in the pit of his stomach. She was no where to be found.
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Post by Agoraphobia on Oct 21, 2005 1:13:36 GMT -5
Ashlyn had been watching him. Jittering, nervous. The boy looked nothing short of a wreck.
She smiled though, beside herself with a quiet joy to see her old friend again. She watched as he sat down at a table, visibly insecure about the situation.
Standing slowly, she walked over his way. The chair across from him was tucked in neatly, so she opted to stand... rather than uselessly breaking the silence.
"Blaise?" she asked, her voice quiet.
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Post by blaise on Oct 21, 2005 1:20:34 GMT -5
Blaise's heart leapt to his throat, strangling his tonsels and cutting off all air supply to his brain. His mind was reeling. Ashlyn. "I... you're back. You're here," he quickly stammered. He felt like beating his head against the table and slamming into every bookshelf in sight. "What I mean to say is.....," his brain had, at that point, completely shut off; he was sure of it. "... Hi."
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Post by Agoraphobia on Oct 21, 2005 1:24:47 GMT -5
He was acting like a lunatic, and Ash had to restrain a small laugh.
"Are you feeling alright, Blaise?" she asked him, pulling the chair out at this point and taking a seat. She took the small pause to observe the boy before her. She wasn't sure, but she thought that he had perhaps gotten taller.
His hair, eternally unruly, had grown slightly... and he still had the same Blaise-esque physique and air. His features, so strikingly confident, were a complete contrast to his nervous state. Though, she knew he could be charming. She knew quite well.
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Post by blaise on Oct 22, 2005 14:32:59 GMT -5
Blaise forced a smile through his nerves. The sight of the girl turned his mind to pulp. "I'm... er... I'm fine," he said quickly. "Just fine!" There was a pause. He felt her eyes on him, though he had been looking at the intricate patterns in the wood before him. "And you...?" he asked, after a moment.
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