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Post by ralphiekingston on Apr 12, 2008 17:03:14 GMT
Ralph would be called a freak by many if this leaked out but his main ambition was to be a servant for Dahlia, although she had probably never even noticed him and if she had she would of probably followed the rumors like, `Oh that Ralph's a freak he walways tries to perv on me' but of course he hadnt even known the rumor starter. He waited for her hoping she would come he had asked her or told one of his friends to ask her rather. He looked around the rather equisit room he had asked for it to be a beuatiful room with a white table in the middle, his defenition of bueatiful was of course silver and black and pictures of torturings.
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Post by blackdahlia on Apr 12, 2008 18:37:28 GMT
Dahlia walked down the corridor. She had been hearing strange things lately. Apparently ever since the seen with a certain Ryan Richmond, another Slytherin had asked to serve her. Flattered as she was, this was very strange. Not only was the boy a year older than Dahlia, Dahlia didn't understand where he came from. She had never spoken to him in conversation, and she figured she never really wanted too.
Hearing he wanted to meet her in a special room down the very corridor she was walking, Dahlia had not planned on going. However, with the common room empty, and her curiosity eating away at her, she had decided to see what was really going on.
Dahlia had on a pair of jeans and a large green sweat shirt, in which, her wand lay, ready to go at a moments notice. Dahlia was a skeptic. It was weird. She wanted to know what this kid was playing at.
She walked down the corridor, nothing special jumped out at her. She reached the end, and groaned. What a joke. She spun around on her heel and started to walk back toward the stairs. Dahlia noticed a large green door, two torches at either side. This hadn't been there before. Dahlia looked at it, and then checking her back, she opened it a walked in.
Dahlia stopped. The room was gorgeous. Dark and moody, Slytherin to the core. The pictures made Dahlia smile, but this smile faded as she saw the boy who had called her here.
"What could possibly be so important that you had to call me to the other side of the castle to tell me Kingston?" She said with a hiss, her hands on her hips.
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Post by ralphiekingston on Apr 12, 2008 18:55:44 GMT
Getting a little scared as Dahlia entered, Ralph looked at her and wimpered a little bit."I erm prefer to be called erm Ralphie". Smiling nastily and pointing his wand at she ky he flicked it and th light lit the dark room. smirking when he had gained some confidence."I want-t to erm sort of well erm".
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Post by blackdahlia on Apr 12, 2008 19:04:12 GMT
"Thats nice Kingston, too bad I don't care." Dahlia said, her foot tapping as her impatience rose. This was the biggest joke. She couldn't believe she actually came down here to watch this groveling insect speak to her, like she cared. Curiosity killed that cat, or was it a killing curse?
Dahlia's hand went in her pocket as Kingston raised his wand, but then slide out again as the light came on. She blinked getting used to it. So, he felt more comfortable in the light, strange. "What do you want..."Dahlia said, her voice impatient, she was ready to just leave. She would have if her curiosity wasn't biting her.
Kingston stuttered as he talked. "Speak in sentences." Dahlia said, smirking at him, hoping she was making him nervous.
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Post by ralphiekingston on Apr 12, 2008 20:12:13 GMT
"Its Rlaph" he shouted he hated his last name he snarled a little before returning to the normal true slytherin." I sort of am interested in you" Ralph said confdently then took his wand out again and cast the spell into the sky," Rembra" sending red sparks hovering about 10 feet above him for no reason whatsoever.
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Post by blackdahlia on Apr 13, 2008 14:32:03 GMT
Dahlia rolled her eyes. Se really was in a mood to get yelled at. Honestly, if she was annoyed with you, as she was with Kingston, she was going to call him by his last name. He would deal with it.
Choosing not to say his name again, Dahlia paced around the space in front of the door. She saw the chair at the table with Kingston, but she didn't really want to sit with him.
"Oh," Dahlia said, a smirk on her face. "Thats...nice." She said. "I have absolutely no interest in you." she said lightly, hoping she was crushing all his hopes and dreams.
Again her hand went in her pocket as he cast stupid spell for no reason. She glared at the red sparks and then at him. Dahlia rolled her eyes and sighed. "What do you want?" She asked, for the last time.
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