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INCOMPLETE [Oct. 18th, 2005|09:36 am]
nine sickles

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[pronged]
08 October 1975
10:15 am

*James sauntered down the fifth floor Charms wing, wondering idly who it was he was going to be meeting here, and chuckling inwardly that for once loitering about on his own wasn't a sign of trouble about to be made.*

Sometimes I wonder if Dumbledore creates these things just so blokes like Sirius and me don't get bored.

*smirking, he checked his robe pocket again for the ball of string and the dusty old book he'd found in the library, a label with his name on it Spellotaped to the spine. How the two were going to combine to get him another one of those gold star tokens is beyond him, but he's open to the possibility that he doesn't know everything.*

*wondering again who he's meeting, he realises he's got the Map in his pocket still, and shifts his bag to his other shoulder, eagerly digging it out.*

*a groan escapes him as he reads who's rounding the next corner toward him, but he wipes the map and barely has time to stuff it back in his pocket before he's face to face with his partner of the moment.*

*a little sourly* Well. Good morning.
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[User Picture]From: pronged
2005-10-20 11:00 pm (UTC)
*he snorts as she snatches it from his hand*

Why don't you tell me. I've looked inside, and it doesn't make a bloody bit of sense to me.

*peers around the corridor*

I also think we're supposed to go further up- the letter said close to classroom seven.

*he forgets she's a Ravenclaw, sometimes, the way she carries on. But she's poring through the book like he's not even there, and it's more than a little annoying.*

*a little louder than before* Skeeter.

*she looks up, startled, and he points.* That way?
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From: ritabeetle
2005-10-26 11:08 pm (UTC)
Oh-- right.

*She closes the book, which is filled with writing in an unfamiliar language and alphabet, to follow him down the corridor.*

He looks more peeved than usual... I wonder if it's just because he has to do this stupid thing with me, or because of something else...

*She didn't get much time to ponder Potter's mood, as he abruptly stopped walking in front of classroom seven and gave her yet another Look.*

*Reg was quite done with his uneccesarily superior and cheeky attitude. She stopped in front of him, crossed her arms and shot him a Look of her own, one that quite plainly suggested that he Should Not mess around. She had no intention of missing out on getting that token because of his attitude.*

What now?
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