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Post by Ryan Harrison on Aug 14, 2007 19:08:30 GMT -5
Ryan had walked into the forest to a clear quiet spot where he could lay down and have some time to himself after a long day of school. "finaly some peace and quiet." Ryan had spoke too soon just as those words had passed his lips an unknown slytherin walked through the trees and stood infront of him. "and who are you then?"
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Post by Matthew L. Cornelis on Aug 14, 2007 19:46:31 GMT -5
It was a hot and humid afternoon, which a certain small, cold-pale skinned boy disliked a lot. He hurried straight to the forest, gasping weakly as if he had an asthma attack as giddiness played his mind. After a lesson on Herbiology, he was walking across the scotching hot grounds in Hogwarts but knowing that he could take the heat no longer after fifteen minutes halfway, the small boy had decided to head to the nearest destination: The Forbidden Forest.
He slowed to a walk, trying to catch his lack of breath and to calm his heartbeat. Everyday was the same old thing, Herbiology out in the bloody sun… How could anyone survive the damn heat?!
The boy, Matthew, was just about to head deeper into the forest, which was so much cooler and darker, showed a figure lying on the ground at a clear quiet spot. Matthew merely stared emotionless, with a dark gaze and went up directly right in front of the other.
Heh! Turned out that it was a bloody Gryffindork!
Seeing the Gryffindor standing up, Matthew could see that the other boy was very much bigger and taller in size than his small tiny frame. Nevertheless, he never cared. Size did not bother him a bit! Raising a perfect eyebrow at the older Gryffindor, Matthew folded his arms, holding himself proud as he delayed answering the question by studying the other boy. What the hell was he doing around here at one of his favourite hangouts?
Matthew disliked anyone to find his favourite areas and when one found them, the first year Slytherin was certainly angered! This was his damn territory!
Lowering his long fringe to create deep shadows at his eyes while Matthew was looking up at the Gryffindor, the cold-pale skinned boy glared. An evil smirked soon replaced the look.
‘No one,’ said Matthew in a cold, sneering voice that matched the cold temperature deep in the forest. ‘That is worth knowing my bloody name. Move your dirty, fat arse off my territory!’
He spat quietly, anger boiled in him, his mind began spinning as his breathing became fast and short. Damn the humidity! Now it bloody effected him! Trying to maintain his balance, he staggered to the right, a hand held onto a nearby tree trunk as his other free hand held onto the side of his forehead and covered his entire right eye area, his eyes shut tightly. Matthew couldn’t stop feeling faint as he began perspiring, his breathing became a little difficult as he shook his head a little to get rid of the giddiness.
‘Damn it!’ He cursed with a hiss, his entire body now leaning against the tree trunk, being unable to hold himself up properly this time as he groaned in discomfort.
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Post by Ryan Harrison on Aug 14, 2007 19:59:41 GMT -5
'get your fat arse off my territory'
When Ryan heard these words he stood up showing the slytherin how tall he was "I think you'll find this is my territory ive come here every day for the past 3 years but i this is the first time for this year"
The slytherin started to fall and hold his head When Ryan saw this he quickly waked over to help him. "Are you alright? What is the matter?" Ryan pulled out a vile of potion from his robe "Here drink this it will help"
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Post by Matthew L. Cornelis on Aug 14, 2007 20:16:53 GMT -5
Sensing something was, now in front of him, Matthew ignored the Gryffindor’s kindness. He unsteadily took a step back from the giver, wanting nothing more than to receive any potion to consume. He had been taught not to accept any things from strangers, knowing that that stuff would probably poison him. Matthew tiredly lifted up his darken gaze up at the older Gryffindor, his focus slowly going in and out of focus.
‘Don’t think that I’m going to be tricked by –‘
Before Matthew could finish his sentence, his legs gave way, seeing black dots in his eyes as darkness overcame him. His weak body fell face forward right into the Gryffindor’s chest that broke his fall before slipping downwards to the dirt filled moisten ground. The heat was just too much!
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Post by Ryan Harrison on Aug 15, 2007 6:06:41 GMT -5
When Ryan saw the Slytherin falling he quickly caught him as he slipped to the ground "come on youre coming to the hospital wing with me now!" Ryan dragged the slytherin out of the forest and into the castle [Cont. in hospital wing]
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