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Post by Brendanus Carrillo on Jun 20, 2007 16:55:23 GMT
Psh.
Was all that his mind contained for now. Was it just him, or was everything hot from the outside and extremely cold from the insides? This had been happening quite a lot lately for him. And the question doesn't even need to be asked in order to know that answer of why this had been happening to him. He missed quite a lot of people, or rather, only one: His sister.
Sighing at that thought, Brendan leaned against a tree and surveyed the whole place. It was at night, so barely anyone would be there, but that's what he loved about this place, the coldness that never seemed to reach his outsides, instead, passed right through him.
He slumped in his place, his back resting upon the tree trunk behind him, as he merely shifted his fingers from side to side, playing with the fire starter in his hand. It was a Muggle device, so he, normally, did not know the name for it. He wasn't a PureBlooded snob, in fact, that's what he partially hated his parents about, but apparantely, your parents can strike through yourself quite a lot. Resemblance.
He sighed at that thought, as he merely glanced at the cigarette he had in hand. Lately, he planned on using that quite a lot, but he didn't. Mainly because of his sister. Great, here he thinks about her once again. Once again, he sighed, and placed the packet of smoke down, closing his eyes. [/blockquote] |
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