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Post by Schuyler DePaul on Jan 4, 2008 15:47:25 GMT -5
[ yes, another hand-written post... =D i'm looking for someone i haven't rp'd with with schuyler yet ... more than one is welcome? though she may or may not bolt >.> ][/i] wins. Schuyler had most certainly not read every fictional book in the Hogwarts library. That feat was pretty damn hear impossible. The thing ones, nothing was interesting her. She knew she wanted to read; but what, exactly, was the unanswered question. Three books rested in Schuyler's left hand, pressed to her torso to keep them balanced, her right still skimming titles. The plot-lines in the currently chosen books were okay, but not exactly inspiring. Damn. Schuyler paused, glancing down at the three in her hand. She had just come from History of Magic--had an essay to write, actually. Her outfit was the traditional uniform: black flats, knee-length socks, pleated skirt, button-up shirt, robe draping her thin shoulders. All were accented in her house colors, of course. The fifth-year turned her head, looking at where her messenger bag sat beside a chair to an empty table. Her research book and half-completed essay lay forgotten before the chair. Maybe she should go back to her homework, forget about her sudden longing for a novel. She began to consider it, brushing at a strand of her long, wavy blonde hair. She didn't have much time to consider it though, as ... [ yes, you fill in this blank! ][/size][/ul]
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Post by Anastasia Masters on Jan 16, 2008 9:54:41 GMT -5
[/i] Feeling a huge weight lifted off her shoulder and back, Staci made her way towards the library with a slight boucne in her step. She loved the feeling on her dark, wavey-come-curly hair bounce against her neck when it was up in a ponytale. One of the reasons Staci loved to put her hair back in the style as it was today for for that exact reason. She loved the feeling of it going up and down against the nape of her neck. Staci didn't get far before she spotted Schuyler, with a tower of books three or four high rested against her chest. A small grin made it's way onto Staci's lightly glossed lips at the sight of her best friend. It wasn't all that un-usual to see Schuyler with a bunch of books in her arms. Meeting Schuyler's eyes, Staci spoke in an upbeat tone "Hey Schu, having trouble chose what to read there?" Yes, Staci was very much in a good mood this afternoon.[/size][/ul]
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