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Post by Sara Cromwell on Apr 12, 2008 22:33:37 GMT -5
The sweet smell of icecream. It made her just want to bounce off the walls. Sara had a sweet tooth, which was good for her and bad for others. But she didn't care. She didn't listen to anybody...too stubborn for that. She walked in, the aroma surrounded her making her heart beat faster. She couldn't wait to dig her teeth into some chocolate, her favourite. She hurried towards the counter. She looked around and saw that no one was in there. She saw a bowl filled with candy balls infront of her. Knowing her an idea popped into her head. She pulled out a few balls from her jacket pocket that looked just like the ones in the bowl. Except they were prank candy. Put them in your mouth and something will happen depending on the color. She quickly slipped them in there and walked over to the coolers to see what flavor she wanted to try.
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Post by Rusty Griffith on Apr 12, 2008 22:55:15 GMT -5
Rusty walked over to the coolers and stood by a familiar Blondehead. "Hey, Sara!" he said, happily. "Haven't seen you in a long time. How are you?" he asked. He looked at the flavors and decided on the Vanilla. Not his favorite flavor, but he was tired of Strawberry. He wanted something different. He looked at Sara and grinned at her. "Are you planning something?" he narrowed his eyes. "I think you maybe."
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Post by Sara Cromwell on Apr 12, 2008 23:14:40 GMT -5
Sara looked back to see her best friend Rusty. They had met on the train their first year and have been close ever since. He watched her back and she watched his. Although most of the time it was him looking out for her. Her pranks always got her in trouble but luckily he was there to bail him out. Good thing he was on good terms with the teachers. She smiled and replied "Hey buddy." she looked back at the candy jar then back at him. "What you mean? I'm not planning anything. Why would you even think that?" she said with a slick smirk on her round face. She placed her hands on her hips and cocked her hips a little, placing all her weight on one leg.
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Post by Rusty Griffith on Apr 13, 2008 0:11:59 GMT -5
"You're always up to something," Rusty said, smiling. She really was a big prankster, as big a prankster as Albus Potter. He didn't really mind that. He wasn't a big rule breaker, but he didn't mind those that were. That's why he wouldn't make a good prefect. He would probably look the other way whenever someone broke the rules. In fact, he could almost guarantee he would. "You don't have to hide it from me. I don't really care." Though some people thought that he did care because of his facial expressions at times. He'd been told that he looked like a person that loved to be in charge.
He got his ice cream and said, "So, if you aren't planning something, what are you up to?" he asked. He looked side ways at her. Now was time for him to be surprised at himself. He had just realized that he was actually talking to her like she was a normal friend to him. Well, she was, but he liked her and usually became shy around girls that he liked. "You do look like you are up to something, though."
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Post by Sara Cromwell on Apr 13, 2008 0:31:19 GMT -5
Sara looked around to see if anyone was around. Once she saw that the coast was clear she turned back to Rusty. "Yeah well. Maybe I did maybe I didn't." she said with a smile. She couldn't help it. When an idea came to mind it was only fair to share it with other people. Or atleast that was what she thought. She walked up and down the row looking through the glass at the different flavors. After a few seconds she gave up for her craving for chocolate just got worse. Looking back at Rusty she smiled. "Well you look like your up to something." she said.
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Post by Rusty Griffith on Apr 17, 2008 22:01:54 GMT -5
"I do?" Rusty asked, looking mysteriously at her. "I'm not up to anything. I'm never up to anything." It was true. Rusty wasn't a troublemaker. He wouldn't go around, prank pulling. He was a little too grown up for that. "Maybe I just want to look like I'm up to something. Did you ever think of that?" He smiled at her. "So how has your summer been, Sara? Staying out of trouble?"
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