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Post by ...Really Bad Eggs... on May 30, 2006 19:23:42 GMT -5
Tara was walking in the courtyards at Hogwarts, her favourite baseball cap cemented to her head and her hands deep inside her hoodie jumper. She was lost in thought about the letter she’d received earlier that morning, it was from her out of school Quidditch team telling her a talent scout had spotted her and wanted to know if she’d be interested in joining one of the league teams. It was literally her dream come true, but, there was a catch. The position was only open for a while, and if she didn’t sign up now they’d give it away, and that would mean having to drop out of NEWT years. She had no idea what to do… However he thoughts were rudely interrupted when she tripped over some Slytherin’s feet which we sticking out from where the boy was sitting. Falling to the floor with an “Oof!” she quickly stood up, “Hey! Watch it big feet!”
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Post by Alloy Alloy on May 30, 2006 19:28:40 GMT -5
Hugo Hernadez had been into a novel he had in his hands, Massacre Parade. When he heard the comment about his feet he gave the girl a look as if she was crazy. "I don't have big feet!" he said with his Hispanic accent, and rubbing at his feet like a pathetic pretty boy. "Why don't you watch where you walk, girlie?"
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Post by ...Really Bad Eggs... on May 31, 2006 4:58:05 GMT -5
"Don't you call me girlie!" Tara snapped back, "And if you don't have big feet they why did I trip over them?" She place a hand on her hip, looking as though she wasn't about to move until he apologised.
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Post by Alloy Alloy on May 31, 2006 5:15:47 GMT -5
"Because you're a clusts and you don't watch where you're going." Hugo retorted, getting to his feet. He wasn't about to apologize for something he didn't do!
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Post by ...Really Bad Eggs... on May 31, 2006 8:46:27 GMT -5
Tara inhaled angrily, she used the hand that was not on her hip to prod the guy, who was about a foot taller than her, in the chest, “I am not a klutz!” she protested. In her view she hadn’t stumbled over the guy’s feet, in fact he’d tripped her up, “So why don’t you get your big Latino arse outta my face?!” her own countenance wearing a look which could only possibly mean ‘bring it!’
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Post by Alloy Alloy on May 31, 2006 14:51:19 GMT -5
"You got something again us Hispanics?" he began, he didn't like hear any words revolved around Hispanics said in negativity.
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Post by ...Really Bad Eggs... on May 31, 2006 14:54:41 GMT -5
Tara stared at him for half a second, that was not exactly the response she'd been expecting, however she regained herself quickly and said, "No! I didn't even say that! You can't go around making accusations you know!"
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Post by Alloy Alloy on May 31, 2006 14:58:12 GMT -5
"Who says I'm making excuses?" he questioned. He ran a hand through his shaggy ebony hair, and kept his chocolate eyes on Tara. You know.. She's actually quite gorgous when she's mad. he thought, but the thought vanished as he remembered that she was accusing him of tripping her.
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Post by ...Really Bad Eggs... on May 31, 2006 15:07:25 GMT -5
Tara narrowed her eyes at the guy, “You did… when you did!” she said, not really making sense, but meaning that he said he was making excuses when he made an excuse, which in fact he hadn’t really done. When he ruffled his hair Tara got the distinct impression he was thinking about something other than the little argument they were having, and instantly pulled her top’s neckline up slightly, just in case. However as she did the letter she’d received that morning fluttered out of her trouser pocket and so she bent down to retrieve it, however as she was half way down to reach it she found she couldn’t bend down anymore with out a pain in the top of her head. Turning her head slightly to look up she cursed, “Oh great!” – her hair was stuck in his zipper.
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Post by Alloy Alloy on May 31, 2006 15:11:44 GMT -5
Forgetting the argument, Hugo bent down and picked up the letter. "Oo! What's this, a love letter?" he said, teasing her.
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Post by ...Really Bad Eggs... on May 31, 2006 15:17:25 GMT -5
Tara sighed inwardly, “No!” she said the tone of her voice sarcastically saying ‘ha ha look at you. Yeah, guys send me love letters!’. “Give it back,” she said reaching for it, but not being able to grab it, seeing as she was still bent double her hair attached to his trousers. She tried to tear it away, but found it just became more tangled, and she soon had her face much to near a place she didn’t want her face to be.
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Post by Alloy Alloy on May 31, 2006 15:20:31 GMT -5
Hugo looked down,"Oh, sweetheart, not here. We're in public."
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Post by ...Really Bad Eggs... on May 31, 2006 15:28:05 GMT -5
Tara made an angry sort of half snort noise and twisted her neck so she could half see his face, “You wish big foot,” she said, before trying to pull herself free again. She made one wild jerk with her head, which ended up just hurting and almost pulling Hugo into the air. Then thinking aloud she said, “Maybe if I…” she reached forward and unbuttoned his trousers, perhaps if they were undone she'd be able to untangle her hair easier.
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Post by Alloy Alloy on May 31, 2006 15:30:09 GMT -5
"Oh look, we don't even know each other and you're already unbuttoning clothes?"
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Post by ...Really Bad Eggs... on May 31, 2006 15:38:58 GMT -5
“Oh grow up,” she said, fiddling with his zip when, suddenly, the librarian walked past at exactly the wrong angle.
“Miss Brook! Mr Hernadez! Really! That behaviour is completely inappropriate!” she stared at them dirtily for a second, “Kindly restrain your teenage urges and save that… stuff for home!”
Tara looked up at the teacher, as she walked off only managing to call out after her, “No! Ms Bretman… we weren’t… that’s…” but the teacher had left, obviously too disgusted to stay. Tara prodded Hugo hard in the leg, “This is all your fault.”
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