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Post by charriecraziie on Dec 9, 2009 15:46:08 GMT -5
 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -BECAUSE I DON'T REALLY LIKE YOUI DON'T CARE WHAT YOU DO. I DON'T CARE ABOUT YOU. I DON'T CARE GET A CLUE[/FONT] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/center] The young red head called Inferno timidly walked into the empty three broomsticks, sitting at the front because she's been told to. She spotted her professer, Jack Riddle, and said, "Hey, sir, I'm here."
She didn't know what her professor wanted, really. Had she scared the 11 year olds again? Oh well. Had she been annoying someone? Not ehr fault. So, what else had she been summoned for by her Head of House? She sighed miserably.
"Can I get a butterbeer, please?" She asked politely. She was tired, had a headache and needed a drink.
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TAGGED: Jack >.<
WORDS: O.M.G. Sorry its shortt!
OUTFIT: Tis comin!
LYRICS: --
CREDIT: RETRO GLAMOUR ! @ CAUTION 2.0
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Post by jack on Dec 9, 2009 16:02:41 GMT -5
Jack had been waiting at the bar for a little while for the student he had called to show up. He hated how much work he had to do lately between his business's, the school, and the death eaters. He looked up to see the student he had called for, and he cursed under his breath. Of course she would be beautiful. He had been unable to slake his lust as of late, and temptation kept finding him no matter where he went. He smiled at her request and just by holding up his finger a bar maid rushed over and gave the girl what she had asked for. A smile spread across his face. "Well Ms. Kalzer I have asked you here because I keep getting complaints about you." He folded his hands and looked at her expectantly. "What should we do about this?"
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Post by charriecraziie on Dec 9, 2009 16:18:12 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -BECAUSE I DON'T REALLY LIKE YOUI DON'T CARE WHAT YOU DO. I DON'T CARE ABOUT YOU. I DON'T CARE GET A CLUE [/FONT] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/center] Infernos' cup was drained in a matter of minutes. She was in no mood and then Jack spoke.
"Well Ms. Kalzer I have asked you here because I keep getting complaints about you."
At his words, Inferno flopped on the bar in front of her. She was always getting into trouble.
"What have I done now?" she sighed. "I'm always getting into reouble. Scaring the little ones, annoying people, swearing, answering back, not doing homework ... which is it now?" It didn't come out rudely, it came out softly.
"What should we do about this?"
"Throw me in a bin?" She suggested stupidly. "It's not my fault, it's just ..." She swallowed and felt tears prickling in her eyes, "...it's near the time my parents died.
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TAGGED: Jackyyy!
WORDS: ^^
OUTFIT: Tis coming!
LYRICS:--
CREDIT: RETRO GLAMOUR ! @ CAUTION 2.0
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Post by jack on Dec 9, 2009 16:29:56 GMT -5
Now Jack suddenly felt bad. "To be honest kid it's all of those things. Really I don't care what you do it's just ever since I became head of house I've been hearing your name. My suggestion bash the kids faces into a wall and let them know it'll be much worse if they snitch on you again." He spoke with a small smile trying to get a laugh out of the girl. "I won't be throwing you in a bin. Infact I won't even be giving you a detention. I understand what you are going through. My adopted daughter went through the same thing when she was very young. She's actually in Slytherin you may know her. Petra?"
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Post by charriecraziie on Dec 15, 2009 13:14:42 GMT -5
Inferno laughed. She liked her head of house. She supposed it was that kind of Jackism she liked, not really caring what she did.
"Petra?" Asked Inferno, looking up. "You mean the nice girl?" she hadn't meant to sound so rude, but it was true. Petra was quite nice for a Slytherin. ''Too nice'', Inferno thought inwardly, ''but then her and I are two different people.'' She smiled a dazzling smile at Jack. She was really trying to cover up the hurt that was pounding inside her since she was thinking about her Mum and Dad, and what she'd miss about them. The only thing she'd got out of it was her and her brother were pushed that tiny bit closer.
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