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Post by BRETT AINSLEY DuPONT on Apr 24, 2012 16:19:07 GMT -5
Brett shrugged proudly. "I just keep my ears open. Who knows whats really true, but the more scandalous versions are more fun." Brett knew gossip was gossip and rumors were rumors. They were built on truth but usually way out of proportion by the end, like the game telephone. And Brett had many friends, the quidditch team especially. Brett wasn't exactly likable, she was in your face and loud, the punk type of Hogwarts. It worked for her, and while she wasn't close with tons of people, she knew them, and they knew her.
She sat for a brief quiet moment, but true to her nature, sprang off her perch in need of movement, voice and action. "Well, I'm going to get some practice in before tryouts. You wanna come with? Professor Alves might be there?" She said, the last bit rather sing-songy, trying to convince her new acquaintance to get in on the action.
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ARYA GILLYWEED SPORE
Ravenclaw
There is no exquisite beauty without some strangeness in proportion.
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Post by ARYA GILLYWEED SPORE on Apr 24, 2012 16:27:44 GMT -5
Arya wasn't sure if she particularly liked this girl. She was fun and nice enough, but Arya couldn't see herself really getting to know her, or confiding in her. Still, she wasn't going to turn down a potential friendship by being overtly rude. She had the feeling that knowing Brett could lead to entertaining times, maybe.
But she wasn't going to go see her practice. Arya spent most of her day here, and she wasn't going to risk seeing the hot professor when she wasn't sure if she even looked presentable. Besides, she didn't really know any other Quidditch players - what was she supposed to do? Sit awkwardly at the sidelines? "Thank you, but no thank you." Arya replied politely. "I have to finish my letter. But it was very nice gossiping with you."
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