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Post by ``ryanne holiday, , on Dec 2, 2008 19:22:42 GMT -5
tags; milo.
ryanne holiday was a sixth year slytherin. she liked to make fun of gryffindors and jink first years. she was just like any other slytherin and couldn't stand when something wasn't done her way. she was pissed as she exited the defense against the dark arts classrooma and made her way into the hall. the teacher had just given her a horrible on her essay, which was very well written thanks to a bribed seventh year ravenclaw. so here she was walking down the hall fuming and looking for the kid so that she could wring his neck, he said it would get her perfect marks. she made her way down the hall taking a sharp left. She wasn’t expecting to connect with a brick wall. The cement block sit her flying and she fell to the ground with a thud. She placed a hand on her head as she looked at the ceiling with a frown. “dammit…” she hissed lightly pushing herself off the ground and summoned her stuff back into her arms.
Ryanne had to stop for a moment she had gotten up too fast and now the room was spinning. She caught her balance and continued on her way. She began back down the hall and looked for someone who could help her. She scrunched her nose in disgust, it was all hufflepuffs that were passing through on their way to class. She shoved through the group sending a few stray first years falling to the ground. The made some muffled whines and she shot them a death glare. She was in a hurry and they were in her way.
Ryanne moved to the staircase waiting for it to move to her platform. She tapped her fingers as she waited and getting no response she turned around rather sharply and fell to the ground again. “what the hell, can’t you watch where you are going?” she snapped not looking up as she gathered her stuff. She knew it was her fault but at the moment she really could care less. She brushed her hair out of her eyes and picked up her stuff finally looking up with a huff.
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milo suarez,
Slytherins
[ico4(1)]sixth year
when it rains.
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Post by milo suarez, on Dec 2, 2008 19:40:23 GMT -5
defense against the dark arts class. who needed that. really? it wasn't as though some random dark arts wizard, or witch was going to come up on milo and curse him while his back was turned. he thought it was a waste of time to be honest and had actually fallen asleep at the back of the classroom with his head in his hands, resting on his book. good thing he wasn't one to snore, otherwise that wouldn't have been pretty, plus he would have been told off by the professor and he wasn't in the mood for some professor to tell him off. he wasn't completely with it today; especially not after he had found out that one of the fifth year gryffindors was related to him. that really got to him. right now he just wanted to find out which one it was and give him, or her a warning, to stay away from him or suffer the consequences. the class ended soon enough and he was the first out of the classroom with his bookbag slung over his shoulder and his head held high, as usual. he was the picture perfect slytherin with the attitude to match.
milo shoved past a couple of first year hufflepuffs, some of which fell to the ground; then he pushed a couple of third year ravenclaws out of his way without so much as a sorry and left them fumbling around with the books and wands, trying not to drop them. milo chuckled softly to himself as he continued to walk, occasionally shoving some of the other house students out of his way while others scrambled to get out of his way before he could push into them. it gave him slight satisfaction to know that most of them were scared of him. although there were a few that tried to stand up to him, but that never really worked since he'd ended up cursing them before they could even get their words out. of course it earned him detention, but he didn't seem to mind much. milo just carried on living life as a slytherin and he wouldn't have it any other way.
he arrived at the fourth floor swiftly, knocking several younger students flying. he pushed them out of his way so that he could get to the moving staircase which would go to his platform. unfortunately for him, someone pushed him back and he moved forwards into the form of a girl... a slytherin girl. "oi, watch it..." he started to say, looking down at her he smiled lightly and didn't bother to finish what he was going to say. "i say, this is the third time you've been all over me."
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Post by ``ryanne holiday, , on Dec 2, 2008 19:55:42 GMT -5
ryanne found herself now looking at a fellow slytherin boy. more than likely known for being rude and obnoxious and self preserving. he started to say something but soon cut off and his words moved into another sentance. "really now tell me dear slytherin what are the other two times i've been all over you?" she asked him with a questioning look.
true, ryanne was not always that cordinated. how she ended up in slytherin was a mystery to her parents. she was always running into something or another. she still kept all the slytherin traits though. she managed to push ehrself off of the ground. she stood at a short five foot six weighing a measely ninety seven pounds. she was a small girl but boy could she pack a punch, not only that but she could hex you so far into next week you won't remmeber your name. she shoved her fallen wand in the pocket of her robes and brushed them off balancing her books in her arms as she looked at the boy with a smirk waiting for him to answer her.
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milo suarez,
Slytherins
[ico4(1)]sixth year
when it rains.
Posts: 6
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Post by milo suarez, on Dec 2, 2008 20:29:25 GMT -5
milo looked down at the girl with a smirk on his face as she answered him back. "well, if my memory serves me correctly; there was the time in hogsmeade where you slipped on some ice and fell into me..." he thought back hard to the second time she had been all over him, the smirk was still clearly on his young face. he looked back at her and nodded slightly. "and i do believe that the second time was when you collided with the seventh year gryffindor and fell into me again." milo looked pleased with himself.
there was something about this boy that seemed to captivate some, or most of the girls in his house. what it was, he didn't know but he was quite happy with it. he had an awful lot of slytherin traits hidden in his bloodstream and he wouldn't have it any other way. some people could say that he may have been a descendant of either salazar slytherin or draco malfoy. whatever. he watched her as she stood up to her full height, she didn't seem that much taller than what he was, but she seemed a whole lot skinnier. "careful there." he warned, "you don't want to fall over into me again." milo raised an eyebrow jokingly at her.
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Post by ``ryanne holiday, , on Dec 3, 2008 13:18:09 GMT -5
ryanne looked at him with a slight pull at her lips. the corners pulled down into an unsatisfied frown
"hmm...well i said i was sorry didn't i?" she asked him with a slightly bemused smirk. "no need to hang silly things over my head forever dear." she said messing with him. she shook her head at him her black hair falling lightly in her eyes. she pushed it back and watched as a hufflepuff scurried passed them.
"well i do believe i'm not going to fall again, so there's no need to worry. i'm pretty sure you like it anyways so it's not like it would hurt you." she told him with a slight teasing smile. she chuckled softly as she looked down at him.
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