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Oct 22, 2008 19:24:53 GMT -5
Post by Olivia Darling on Oct 22, 2008 19:24:53 GMT -5
"Well? What did you talk about? And do I know this guy?"
She had asked before, she just thought maybe she would slip up and give her some information.
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Oct 22, 2008 19:25:21 GMT -5
Post by Birdy Babineaux on Oct 22, 2008 19:25:21 GMT -5
She would like to know that too, please.
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Oct 22, 2008 19:27:05 GMT -5
Post by Denise McCulloch on Oct 22, 2008 19:27:05 GMT -5
"Just things. Okay. Class. How our days were going." She made a slightly frustrated noise, "And I am not telling you who it is."
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Oct 22, 2008 19:28:30 GMT -5
Post by Olivia Darling on Oct 22, 2008 19:28:30 GMT -5
She figured, but she wasn't about to give up.
"Just tell me if I know him or not."
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Oct 22, 2008 19:28:56 GMT -5
Post by Birdy Babineaux on Oct 22, 2008 19:28:56 GMT -5
Birdy watched and listened closely, still eating what probably looked like much too much food.
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Oct 22, 2008 19:31:53 GMT -5
Post by Denise McCulloch on Oct 22, 2008 19:31:53 GMT -5
"I don't know. You atleast know of him." That was as close as she was going to give. Because she didn't need anyone trying to pressure it.
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Oct 22, 2008 19:33:02 GMT -5
Post by Olivia Darling on Oct 22, 2008 19:33:02 GMT -5
If she knew what was thinking she would have been insulted. Ish. She wouldn't push it. Not really. She would just bug her about it all the time.
"Of him? How so?"
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Oct 22, 2008 19:33:53 GMT -5
Post by Birdy Babineaux on Oct 22, 2008 19:33:53 GMT -5
Birdy didn't know of him, she couldn't even remember the name Denise told her the night before.
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Oct 22, 2008 19:34:51 GMT -5
Post by Denise McCulloch on Oct 22, 2008 19:34:51 GMT -5
"You just do, okay?" Telling her he was on the team would be a bad idea. Then she'd have it pretty narrowed.
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Oct 22, 2008 19:37:11 GMT -5
Post by Olivia Darling on Oct 22, 2008 19:37:11 GMT -5
Yeah and that would make her life a lot easier.
She sighed, getting back to her salad.
"Well, is he cute?"
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Oct 22, 2008 19:37:49 GMT -5
Post by Birdy Babineaux on Oct 22, 2008 19:37:49 GMT -5
And that was that. She wasn't going to tell.
That really wasn't any fun at all as far as Birdy was concerned. She got back to her soup.
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Oct 22, 2008 19:39:49 GMT -5
Post by Denise McCulloch on Oct 22, 2008 19:39:49 GMT -5
"Of course he's cute. He's extremely cute. " She sighed, rather dreamily, "All the time. Even more so when we're playing quidditch and he-"
. . .
Fuck.
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Oct 22, 2008 19:41:00 GMT -5
Post by Olivia Darling on Oct 22, 2008 19:41:00 GMT -5
Olivia perked up, opening her mouth to ask.
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Oct 22, 2008 19:41:30 GMT -5
Post by Birdy Babineaux on Oct 22, 2008 19:41:30 GMT -5
But Birdy got there first.
Eyes wide, she sat up straighter too, staring at her dormmate.
"He plays quidditch?!"
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Oct 22, 2008 19:42:36 GMT -5
Post by Denise McCulloch on Oct 22, 2008 19:42:36 GMT -5
"What?" Okay, she panicked a little. "No! When did I-? I meant at Hogwarts!"
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