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| [Tuesday, January 31, 2006 at 8:16 pm] |
| Subject: Common Room Quiet- first person example application |
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Indie RnR |
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+purest forever+
I can't believe my cat! First she asks for some attention and once I start to stroke and pamper her, she bit me! Stupid, haughty cat. I shall definatley have to teach her some lessons in loyalty before we become as close as I was to Reala, that old little cat I used to own. I miss her sometimes. I can't believe that stupid eagle-owl killed her! Probably jealous. I do't mind all owls, I suppose. Draco's sweet one is gorgeous and really knows who is boss. Thinking of Draco now. But I couldn't stop thinking about that boy I had seen before. He looked slightly like Draco, but different somehow. His hair was black and his eyes same, but his facial features reminded me of Draco a lot. I don't even know what house he was in. But obviously he must be a newcomer, transferred. I know all of the seventh years and decent sixth years, most of the decent fifth year Slytherins. He couldn't be anything else- right? I hope not, for he took my breath away. But I am loyal to Draco, he is the most decent- and I love his gorgeous hair. The boy was merely a phase of looks. It shall not happen again. I at least, have some honour. Unlike those stupid boys in Gryffindor- and their mudblood friend Granger. She really must use some hair spray- she's so clever, how hard is it to pour some wand-water onto one's head to flatten those immense brown locks? And maybe she can do the same to Weasel, using hair dye. That bright red is highly annoying now. And Harry's hair? Scruffy, messy boy who will never, ever get a boyfriend. Unlike darling, blonde Draco. I, will always be there for him. Got to go now, stupid kitten is wailing again. I think that old tabby of that fifth year's has finally caught her.
Until then...
Pansy Parkinson (i.e Slytherin Queen)
+purest forever+ |
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