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Posted: Sat Jun 04, 2011 1:40 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 04, 2011 3:25 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 04, 2011 4:25 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 04, 2011 4:52 pm
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Preston Alistair Kingsleigh Preston, ready to sputter out a heavily accented apology, was surprised when Madeline didn't correct him. Despite the probable chance of being right, he was still a tad pleased at himself, for a successful recall. 'Now if it could only come in handy in History of Magic...' He thought, chortling under his breath.
"A knew whit ye mean. It feels lang, bit it really isn't. Tae be honest a'm kinda glad tae be back." He commented cheerfully with a grin. All he had done this Summer was work and...work. Though it was in his favourite place in the world, a kitchen, he grew tired of it after the novelty had worn off. Enjoined to do things that the straitlaced, lofty, idiotic, domineering Sous Chef's said, was a trial. One he had dealt with for four days a week. And with that woman's terribly cacophonous voice...it was amazing that the brunette didn't rip off his ears.
Answering the girl's last question, Preston said. "I worked at a restaurant this summer...it cuid o' been..." He paused, and then said with a slight grimace. "...better." 'At least she was fired.' The fourth year thought, cheered. Brighting up and focusing his attention to the girl, the Gryffindor inquired. "Sae yer broom, whit brand is it? Ah prefer th' auld Silver Arrows myself, n' ye?" Fourth Year, Gryffindor
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Posted: Sat Jun 04, 2011 5:42 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 04, 2011 6:16 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 04, 2011 6:35 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 04, 2011 8:38 pm
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With all the talk of her own family, Bailey never considered the thought of meeting his. She could feel her insides tingling while imaging being the "new girlfriend", but she liked the idea of building relationships, as well as Nevin's comment that she would be "adored". She listened closely as he spoke of his muggle mother accepting the shock of her husband. Her eyes fell to the dirt path they were standing on and her glowing smile faltered a bit, so she replaced it with a smirk. "That sounds lovely. Wish my dad would've reacted the same. My mum showed him a simple hover charm to make her point, and he packed his bags and left the same night."
Realizing that the loss of her father wasn't anything that she should let herself get down about on the first day of school, especially while her hand was intertwined with her new boyfriend's, Bailey allowed her smile to return and looked to change the subject. Before that could happen, though, Nevin looked as if he'd ran into a pole as he remembered that Cyrus was probably waiting for him back at the platform. She began to answer him but was interrupted by a confident voice that came from behind them.
She turned around, chuckling in attempt to cover her red cheeks, greeting Cyrus with big, sparkling brown eyes. "Hey! Long time no see! Looks like you grew a bit over the summer." She observed. "Speaking of which, how was your summer?" The question slid off her lips with a hint of curiosity. Bailey was one of the odd kids who actually enjoyed what people had to say.
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Posted: Sat Jun 04, 2011 8:48 pm
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Preston Alistair Kingsleigh Preston turned around slowly as a female voice addressed him by his surname. Expecting an adult, he began to say, "hello, ma---...." His greeting faltered, and then stopped half-way through as the person was recognized as Tamara, his fellow Gryffindor and banter partner. He flashed her a cheerful grin at her, genuinely pleased to see her again. The brunette leaned forward, and gave her a brief hug.
"Ah always behae, mah dear." Preston said loftily. The quiver of his lips and the devilishly look in his blue eyes showed he was blatantly lying. "Ah swear it oan mah Scottish bluid." He added, crossing his fingers pointedly in front of her view.
As the fifth year pointed to her badge, he exclaimed, eyes wide in surprise. "Egads! Ye hae a permit tae badger me now!" Preston put on a slightly tortured look of pain on his face, and then said resignedly with a sigh, "frisk awa', mah dear." His held out her arms a bit, and then winked charmingly at her. 'I do hope I don't lose points for Gryffindor this early in the year, ' He thought, mind suddenly serious. Still, Preston kept his goofy demeanour stable as he waited for an amusing reaction. Fourth Year, Gryffindor
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