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Post by ryanrichmond on Apr 10, 2008 18:32:31 GMT
Ryan the Slytherin was sat on a wobbly table, he had been called a house traitor. Although he did sort of admit this fact infront of Traitor haters faces. The skiiny boy was a house traitors, I mean why can't you speak to other people I mean after all if you like them you like them not your fault. The table wobbled silly for about 5 seconds before going firm again. He looked around to see several Hufflepuffs, a Gyrffindor, 3 Ravenclaws and a slytherin staring at him nastily. After about 10 seconds the table crashed and he fell off the table and down hald a flight of stone stairs.
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Post by Girty Hubbles on Apr 10, 2008 18:49:01 GMT
November was never a fun time of year, the weather was always bad, the nights grew darker sooner and the corridors had a nasty bite to them. Wrapping her scarf tighter around her neck Girty looked more like she should be going outside in a snow storm then patrolling the corridors. But there she was going walking slowly around the fifth floor corridor when a loud bang caught her attention as well as the sound of laughter. Speeding up Girty rounded the corner to see a collapsed table and a few on looking students still laughing, although at the sight of Girty they quickly went off in the opposite direction.
It was then when she noticed a Slytherin sitting half way down the stairs, clearly he was the one to have caused the damage to the table and being the source of laughter for the other students. Feeling a small stab of pity for him Girty walked down the steps and sat down next to him and slowly turned to look at him.
“Is there any particular reason why you broke a table and are sitting on the stairs?”
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Post by ryanrichmond on Apr 10, 2008 18:53:57 GMT
Ryan was in a small amount of agony, his left ear was bleeding and there was a peice of wood merged into his back, he also had just broke one of his feet he could feel it. He wanted to cry out in agony but it hurt to much instead he just held it and looked at Girty. He whispered,"Help can't move" The wood was causing him the most pain so he moved ot the side a little bit to reveal a wound in his back.
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Post by Girty Hubbles on Apr 10, 2008 19:05:28 GMT
"Oh well if you can not move then I am just going to have to leave you here then."
With that Girty pushed herself up off the stairs and started to walk down the steps. All she found it hard to believe that anyone would get hurt that much for falling down a few steps. She fell over all the time the only injury she had only ever suffered was a few broken ribs and once she twisted her ankle.
It was only when she reached the bottom of the steps did she feel slightly bad about leaving him on the steps and looked back over her shoulders to see him still lying there. With a small sigh Girty slowly started to walk up the steps and crouched down beside him with a bemused smile on her face totally oblivious that he was in any pain.
“So tell me…how did you get in this mess? Cause unless someone threw that bit of wood into your back like a javelin then pushed you down the stairs I am at a loss.”
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