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{It's the RoR, and okay! I'll post here, since they are not in the RoR, yet.}Brenda was dubious, "I don't know... it could be a trap. Or dangerous... Or there could be chainsaw murderers and the living dead!" Her eyes widened at the thought as her hair and eyes turned whiter with fear. Chainsaw murderers and animated carcasses were her biggest fears
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Darin was excited for the adventure, but was slightly concerned for Brenda.
"C'mon," said he, "It'll be okay, just keep your wand out." He saw the girl nod stiffly, fear evident on her face as he pulled her by the arm into the room with Ani.
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Caleb bit his lip. "I'll find her later, or something," he said half-heartedly, mostly to reassure himself. He looked up at her shyly. "Yeah, I- I would like that." At the same time, he was a little nervous. It'd been awhile since they really talked, and... bad things had happened since then. What if things couldn't ever be the same?
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Caleb smiled back, his shoulders loosening as little as he sat next to her. It is good to be back with her. He shrugged lightly, leaning his chin in his hands and smiling. "Whatever you want. What's been going on with you?" She looked pretty well. Not as haggard as she has before, and her smile was definitely real. He hoped she was doing okay.
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Caleb let out a little laugh, the first genuine one in quite awhile. He nodded and leaned back against the wall. "I like it, too. The professor is certainly... interesting." He ran his fingers over the edge of the bench. He tried to sound concerned and not jealous. The first was much more true, and the second really had no place there anyway. "How are thinks between you and Akrisios? He's being... civil? Just teaching?"
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Claritza nudged the door open and peeked through the crack. Thought the girl, he's reading something. It looks like it's a... letter; it's probably the one that was in his pocket.A band of rowdy sixth year Slytherins exited the Great Hall and pushed Claritza into the hallway, "Oi, dirtbags!" she shouted at them, "Watch it!" They only laughed and let Claritza get angrier.
"Look!" guffawed the tallest of them, "Th' li'le runt throwing a fit!" The group of boys with her laughed harder, making Claritza so angry she punched the boy who called her a runt in the nose. The laughter ceased and his nose began to bleed.
"You little brat!" shouted the boy she punched as Claritza started walking away dismissively. His friends were holding him back, because they didn't want to lose any house points, "I'll make you wish you were never born! Go die in a hole!"
Claritza didn't look at his face out of shear spite.. Instinctively, she defended herself firmly, "I was alright on my-" she stopped, and looked up at Tristin, "I'm sorry, it's just- I'm rather self-functioning, see. I'm not used to people... helping me, er thank you."
"Wait!" she shouted. The words were out of her mouth before she could stop them.
"Um..." she turned an unflattering shade of red and her tongue seemed to swell up in her mouth. She looked at the smiling Tristin and a slight wave of calm washed over her."Will you please be my friend, I don't have any and... well... please?" She gave him an honest-to-goodness pleading expression.
Claritza had a little war inside her head about whether or not to shake his hand. One side of her claimed it'd be against her morals to shake hands with a boy she hardly knew. The other told her that she ought to shake hands with the boy, her new-found friend whose name she still did not know. She decided to compromise."I don't shake hands with strangers, Mr. I-don't-think-I-want-to-tell-Claritza-my-name-because-I-enjoy-cruelly-keeping-her-in-suspense," she smiled girlishly.
Claritza shook his hand weakly and quickly, then put a finger to her bottom lip. "Why not?" she queried.
She smiled weakly, "No offense, but you give off a slightly intimidating vibe."
The head of Hufflepuff, Professor Angelica Ramone, led Ani and Brenda to the girls' bathroom. She then conjured up two toothbrushes and two buckets filled with soapy water."Time to clean!"
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{Brenda*}Brenda shook her head, sadly took a toothbrush and a bucket, and got down on her hands and knees.
The staff member looked at Ani, "C'mon, honey, yer turn."
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Ani slowly took the toothbrush, not yet recovered from the shock. With her other hand, she grabbed the bucket, and sat down on the floor next to Brenda. She held the toothbrush up, looking between it and the bucket in disbelief. It was not possible.
"Scrub hard, girls," commanded the professor in a sweet voice. Brenda bit her lip sadly.
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"I'm leaving, but I have eyes everywhere, so don't think you can simply use magic to get the job done," the professor's high-heeled shoes made clinking noises on the ceramic tiles as she walked away."Well," said Brenda, "At least this is easy."
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"I don't want to question it," she replied, continuously scrubbing.
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Brenda shrugged, "Let's talk about something else... do you have any siblings?"
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{You like my profile pic?}"No, just me... tell me about your brother," Brenda replied, calmly, scrubbing the floor.
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"Well, he's a Hufflepuff."
{1) an exclaimation made after a moment of incredible stupidity or massive failure.2) a facial expression with crazy eyes and a stupid lip.
3) when accompanied by a " :3 " indicates happy moment, or blushing with out making the user feel as stupid as they would if they wrote *blush*}
"Ani..." said Brenda, stopping to go on her knees, "That hardly tells me anything about him... Tell me his favourite song, movie. What kind of ice cream does he like? Does he like going on roller coasters?"
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Brenda rolled her eyes, "One does not describe a rose by the bush it grows on, nor by the amount of water it needs to survive. One describes a rose by the colour of its petals, its sweet-smelling perfume of nature, by the amount of thorns it has..." she recontinued scrubbing.
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"Nope," she replied, knowingly, "There's something you're not telling me."
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"Anything about hi-!" she stopped talking abruptly, then continued scrubbing furiously.
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"Nothing!" her hair started being poisoned by the colour purple.
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"Oh, it has, has it?" she replied worriedly, she ran over to the mirrors, "Oh, Madonna Santa!"
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"Meaning..." Brenda turned, "I hate you. I talk my butt off! I don't care about my parents, and I don't give a rat's arse about academics! Please, Ani... help..."
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"No," she said, kicking over a bucket. The usually gentle girl was becoming aggressive.
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"Danger! I love it!" she ran to the door, "C'mon, c'mon, c'mon!"
"It's the Room of Requirement," Ani said with a smile. She knew the place well. "It contains whatever we may require." Opening the door, she looked back to the two. "Are you coming?"
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