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Week Name/Date/Time: "Attack of the Wheezes" / Sunday March 26th, 2006 / 9:00 PM
Location: Astronomy Tower, possibly outside later
Open To: Margie, Thatcher
Currently Involving: Thatcher
He had sent her an owl a day or so earlier - it had been quite some time since the last time he got to go stargazing with someone that actually gave a bloody damn about the stars. And Margie? Margie not only loved stars (and could hold her own in conversations about it), but was absolutely adorable company.
So he sent her an owl asking her to join him that evening. Lack of professors meant lack of curfew and really, with half of Thatcher's friends serving as Prefects or better, he really wasn't worried about getting in trouble for being out late.
Perched upon a desk, he sat there with legs casually swinging and head turned up, looking at the spectacular roof of the Astronomy tower. When he had his own house? Yeah, he was going to get himself one of these.
Location: Astronomy Tower, possibly outside later
Open To: Margie, Thatcher
Currently Involving: Thatcher
He had sent her an owl a day or so earlier - it had been quite some time since the last time he got to go stargazing with someone that actually gave a bloody damn about the stars. And Margie? Margie not only loved stars (and could hold her own in conversations about it), but was absolutely adorable company.
So he sent her an owl asking her to join him that evening. Lack of professors meant lack of curfew and really, with half of Thatcher's friends serving as Prefects or better, he really wasn't worried about getting in trouble for being out late.
Perched upon a desk, he sat there with legs casually swinging and head turned up, looking at the spectacular roof of the Astronomy tower. When he had his own house? Yeah, he was going to get himself one of these.