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Post by Dean Winchester on Feb 24, 2007 4:40:06 GMT
Dean took a deep draught of his butterbeer and looked over at Ariane "You're kinda quiet today. What's wrong?" He asked. "Are you okay?" he hid the consern in his voice with a light teasing twinge to his sentance. "I thought you liked coming back here. You know... seeing everyone again."
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Post by Ariane Winchester on Feb 24, 2007 4:52:48 GMT
Ariane watched the light breeze make a tornado out of the fallen leaves. Oranges, yellows, browns and reds danced around in a salute to the Fall. She sipped her butterbeer slowly, relishing the warmness as it rushed through her body to the very tips of her fingers. "Huh?" Ariane was jolted out of her thoughts as Dean asked her a question. "Ya. I'm fine. I just can't shake this weird feeling." she sighed. "It's probably nothing though. So, how was your summer?" she asked, not really paying attention but gazing out of the window.
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Post by Dean Winchester on Feb 24, 2007 5:03:22 GMT
"What feeling?" He asked, frowing slightly. She confuses me somtimes he shook hsi head sadly.
Dean watched his sister carefully, relizing she wasn't paying attention."Well Gramps took a two-by-four and smashed my head in and Grams took to feeding me mushed up eyeballs" he said, waiting for the response that he'd get. "oh ya and I propsed to this girl and now we're getting married in three days." he tried to hold his laughter in.
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Post by Ariane Winchester on Feb 24, 2007 5:12:15 GMT
Ariane traced the top of her butterbeer cup with her fingers. She barely registered the fact that Dean had said something to her. "Oh, that's nice" she sighed and closed her eyes, trying to figure out why she had this unsettleing feeling that was sitting at the back of her mind. Like a praying mantis before it dives in for it's prey. It was that or there was someone watching her with intentness, maybe on purpose or maybe not. There's just something about today she thought dimmly. Maybe it's the weather, maybe it's spooking me or something. Ariane shivered as it felt liek someone was glaring at her with intense anger. She looked over at Dean for a fleeting second, the feeling didn't leave and it wasn't Dean. She scanned The Three Broomsticks for anyone who had an angry look on their face Well that's only 42% of them she thought. Then her eyes met the Slytherins, and somehow she knew.... That the person who's been staring. But why?!
She turned to Dean "Uh, Dean..." she started.
Dean looked up at her.
"Aw... never mind I thought I saw someone" Ariane shrugged No point in getting him involved, he'll throw a bunch of bloody hexes at the poor ____(guy or girl)__. Not that that's not what I want to do... but theres something...
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