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Posted: Mon Apr 17, 2006 3:01 pm
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Ginerva ran down the long, steep stone steps to the Courtyard. She sat down on the edge of the Soya and Truinus fountain, and began to cry, her tears mingling with the water in the fountain, unfortunatley killing a few Highly Senstive Tadpoles. (( xp cry xp cry .)) She didn't even have the heart to throw her waves of long, white-blonde hair over her face to hide her tears. She finaly dried her eyes on the sleeve of her crisply starched white dress, (staining it horribly, I might add. evil . ) , and pulled out her book. The spider was sitting inside it, shivering, trying not to drown in her pools of tears, and taking refuge between the pages of Ginerva's book. "Oh, I'm so sorry!"she whispered, picking it up and placing it safely on her book bag, lying on the grass beside the fountain. The spider shrugged a little, and began to practice weaving a small web between the book bag and the fountain. Mean while, Ginerva began to write in her book. Tuesday, Augast 3rd. I wasn't in love with that vampire thing anyway. Far from it. But I think this time I really am in love. He, Niam I mean, he's just so, focused. And, well, kind. Anyone else probably would have kicked me out of the Telekinisis room, but he didn't. He let me stay. He put up with me following him, and I must admit, like a little dog, to the Library and than back again to the Telekinisis room. She paused here, thinking hard about what to write next. I wonder what that girl is screaming about. Does she not like fountains? Or trees? or grass? or book bags?
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Posted: Mon Apr 17, 2006 3:07 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 17, 2006 3:19 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 17, 2006 3:23 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 17, 2006 6:50 pm
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"Oh well. That's ok , I guess. They can leave if they really want to." She sniffed a little bit, wiping her nose on her sleeve, than sneezed a few times. "O deary, deary, me." She said carelessly, cougthing a bit and than taking out her book, intent on a writing a few more pages. 4:00 P.M. Same Day. she wrote. I think I have a could. It doesn't matter very much though. Little things like that just don't seem to matter when, well, when you're REALLY truly in love. I wonder where Niam is. Still in the dining hall, maybe? I shouldn't have just left him like that, I guess. Maybe he doesn't like me any more? That would be bad. She wrote, the Idea suddenly dawning upon her.
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Posted: Mon Apr 17, 2006 6:51 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 17, 2006 6:55 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 17, 2006 6:59 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 17, 2006 7:01 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 17, 2006 7:03 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 17, 2006 7:06 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 17, 2006 7:08 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 17, 2006 7:13 pm
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Posted: Tue Apr 18, 2006 1:06 pm
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