Susan Matthews
Gryffindor
[red]5th Year Gryffindor[/red] Shadow Warrior of Earth
goddess, nymph, divine.
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Post by Susan Matthews on Sept 26, 2007 7:24:21 GMT -5
Susan quickly took a few more bites of her cake. With a mouth full of dessert, she couldn't be expected to talk. Dylan seemed to be the same way. Not that he didn't want to talk, but that he usually had a mouth full of food, too. Susan swallowed her cheese cake, determined to continue on the subject of quidditch.
"I can't wait to see who makes the teams," Susan commented. "I will cheer for you," Susan joked with Dylan, "But when you're up against Gryffindor, you're on your own!"
Susan looked to the large clock at the front of the Hall. It had nearly been an hour since they'd arrived in the Foyer sopping wet. The rain had since then, stopped, leaving the grounds mucky and wet. Although Susan was completely dry now, she had no doubt she probably reeked of lake water. After dinner, she would be definitely showering.
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Post by Dylan Cooper on Sept 26, 2007 17:34:43 GMT -5
"No, me neither," he said, excited at this years prospects. While he knew he was a good player, a fact that he could not deny, a little voice in the back of his mind was glad that no other Ravenclaws had signed up for Keeper so far. Selfishly, he hoped it would stay that way. He loved Quidditch far too much to deal with the thought of not playing on the team, despite the fact that it could be in the best interests of Ravenclaw to pick someone else. Shaking his head slightly, his mouth currently full of chocolate profiterole at the moment, he dismissed the thought with an almost casual disregard.
Laughing lightly at her comment, he replied in a mockingly serious voice. "Well, don't expect any support on my behalf when Gryffindor plays Ravenclaw, either." His plate was nearly empty, amazingly, and as much as he loved the rain, he simply yearned for a hot shower.
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Susan Matthews
Gryffindor
[red]5th Year Gryffindor[/red] Shadow Warrior of Earth
goddess, nymph, divine.
Posts: 505
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Post by Susan Matthews on Sept 26, 2007 18:58:13 GMT -5
Susan finished off her cheesecake to see that amazingly, Dylan had scarfed down the rest of his dessert. Many students, their stomachs satisfied, were leaving the Great Hall, heading toward their common rooms and other various places. Susan, despite the meek amount of food she had consumed, was sick of food. Maybe Dylan had eaten enough food for the both of them.
"I think I'd better go find a shower," said Susan, resisting the urge to do a pit-check. She got up to leave. "Thanks for eating with me," Susan thanked him, while gesturing down the long Gryffindor table.
"I guess I'll see you around?" Susan verified as she turned to leave. Less than half of the student body was left in the Great Hall. Susan left along with the majority of the students, to find a shower. Susan had a great day. She sincerely hoped she would be seeing Dylan again. She couldn't wait until the next time they could go swimming together.
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Post by Dylan Cooper on Sept 26, 2007 19:23:55 GMT -5
"Okay," he said happily, planning to do the same. Smiling at her comment he nodded without a word, then responded to her slightly hypothetical query. "Yeah, see you." His voice was content, as was his stomach as he pushed himself up from the table, intent on leaving a soon as Suan had. A Ravenclaw eating with a companion at the Gryffindor table was barely acceptable by school standards; a Ravenclaw staying unaccompanied at the Gryffindor table would most definitely not go down well.
Rising and leaving the table before any mishaps could occur, he exited the Great Hall and rose a few levels to his own common room. The bronze knocker chirped up, producing a riddle for him to answer.
'What can bring back the dead; make us cry, make us laugh, make us young; born in an instant yet lasts a life time?'
Wondering about the answer for only a second, he produced it faster than usual. "Memories," he said in a quiet voice. Being allowed into the common room, he pondered the riddle and found himself automatically drawn to his favourite chair in front of the fire.
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