Mori (or multiple. I'm not picky people)

Sep 27, 2007 14:37

"Blahblah, number six, blah thirteen, blahblahblah." The 'blahs' were nearly becoming a little song for the 6th year. Piper was dangerously close to burning her Arithmancy book right there in the classroom. Why she'd stayed in it, she may never quite remember. Oh, right, she wanted out of Astronomy and Mother Dearest demanded six classes on Piper's ( Read more... )

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xthexmorixmark September 28 2007, 00:09:34 UTC
"I was saying hello," Mori said, laughing a little. "It's these bloody first years. They are always screaming!"

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psych_piper September 28 2007, 01:03:17 UTC
"I know!" Piper rolled her eyes and the end of a laugh and really stopped walking. She was less annoyed by the crowd now that she realized it was Mori. "I swear, I think they need muzzles."

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xthexmorixmark September 29 2007, 16:46:54 UTC
"I can arrange that," she said, wanting to pull out her wand and make it happen.

"I've never had so many headaches."

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psych_piper September 29 2007, 20:02:07 UTC
"I've thought about it more than once," she wrinkled her nose up and shook her head. If these first years could learn to be a bit mroe civilized , like they had been (at least in Piper's opinion), things would be fine.

"At least you'll be away from them soon enough. I'm stuck here with a whole new set next year, and without you all at the same time. It will be a dreadful year."

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