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Post by Pierre Bonnacord on Apr 23, 2008 1:55:34 GMT 8
Words were merely units of language that string together to give meaning to the expression of man. For one Pierre Bonnacord, he probably knew better than any man the danger posed by words themselves. After all, he was living on a knife’s edge by settling himself amongst the hundreds of students eager to join themselves within the legions of the Dark Lord’s supporters. It was also probably the reason he weighed his words so carefully, pausing to think rationally before replying during any given conversation with any student. The trait was not one that wasn’t familiar to the French expatriate as he had to endure both physical and mental torment during his time in a Muggle school.
Having been a young boy who spoke very little of the native language during his childhood years, Pierre often struggled to adapt amongst the multitude of English Muggle kids that loathed his presence in their classes. As such, he was often given a beating by the older students, regardless of his actions. Hence, Pierre had grown accustomed to measuring the exact words whilst conversing with them to avoid provoking them into giving him a torrid time. As he contemplated his childhood, he rubbed Letitia’s palms with his and smiled. “Well, I guess it’s a trait that one grows up with. However, I can tell you that it is not a coincidence for us meeting like this, under such an auspicious occasion. Can it be fate?” he questioned with a smile.
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Post by Hermione Granger on Apr 28, 2008 15:48:18 GMT 8
Letitia didn't want to speak, she didn't want to ruin the moment infront of her, or next to her anyway. She sat next to the Sltherin who love[/i] those bond lines, just like her. "Fate? Wow, well that would explain a whole lot more. I mean, I almost cursed your arse from her to Puru, then we started talking about our future, we flirt, we talka gain, then I lay my head on you, and then you start saying this might be fate...What's next..my first kiss?" Letitia joked. But then relised, it didn't sound so stupid to her. Infact, it made sense to her. Letitia accidently brushed her hand against Pierre's. She blushed a deep scarlet, but controled it, her being a Metamorphmagus and all, it wasn't hard to keep herself showing how embarassed she was.
He was right, it might've been fate, but only for her to meet someone else. Darn it! she thought, then cursed to herself so quietly no-one else could hear her, she normally didn't swear...wait we take that back. She always swore around Slytherins. After all, no-one was perfect, she certaintly wasn't, even though everyone thought she was, but she certaitly did. Parker alway s saw the bad in her, but the good in most others who deserved it
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Post by Pierre Bonnacord on May 4, 2008 15:11:16 GMT 8
In a nutshell, Pierre would reckon that things progressed rather quickly in the short time that he had spent around the Ravenclaw. What was going to be a rather quiet night walk had turned out to be a full-fledged flirt fest. Chuckling, Pierre couldn’t help to keep the amusement out of his tone as he listened to Letitia list out a recap of events during the past half hour. “You know you could’ve hardly cursed I disagree across the lake but I have to say, an excellent recap. Why don’t we just get past the formalities and get a room?” he asked, an eyebrow raised. Smiling as she brushed her hand against his, he caught it in his palm and rubbed the back of her hand.
Once more, he looked her in the eye with a twinkle in his own. “So, is that what you want? A kiss?” he asked, as he felt her breath on his own. It was rather odd for two students to be caught outside, past curfew but Pierre rather take the risk than ruin the moment that he had in front of him. It certainly was going to be a good night after all.
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Post by Letitia Parker on May 4, 2008 15:39:08 GMT 8
Letitia quickly hid a laugh that wanted to come through when he spoke again, but waited until his neck sentence to say something
“I never said that...” Letitia said, wanting to get out of the Slytherin’s grip, but decided against it. His touch of his hand wouldn’t let her, it kept her close. “But now that I think about it.....” she added, sitting up a bit more straighter. Letitia leaned in. It really looked as though she was going to kiss, but at the last minute, she kissed him on the cheek. “Anything? Anything at all?” she asked carefully, then took a chance again, quickly kissing him on the lips, just a quick one. Then let go, looking into his eyes, her face hardly more than a few centimetres away.
If the head”baboon” as she called her came by, they would deffinately would’ve been better off if they just killed themselves then...after all....No public affection allowed between male and female, it was bad enough that she was talking to a Slytherin for her house, then all points to be taken away
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