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Post by Unique Faye P-Torro on May 9, 2011 17:25:38 GMT -5
Unique walked into the open defense against the Dark Arts Classroom. She knew very well that she shouldn't be in the classroom without the teacher. As a matter of fact she had actually opened up the classroom as it was locked. It was not right for a headmaster to be teaching the class but the Ministry thought it was best. Least that's why she was getting from sources that lurked within the walls of the ministry and her own observations. She'd had one detention with the headmaster and she had found a way to get her hand to heal faster. The Lady was stupid and that was definite by the way that she ran class and what she had around the classroom.
She moved silently and almost invisibly to the bookcase in the classroom and went looking for something she was sure was there.
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HARRY POTTER
Gryffindor Student [/b][/size][/font]
5th year
The Choosen One.
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Post by HARRY POTTER on May 10, 2011 2:26:15 GMT -5
Harry had seen a young girl walking earlier. And yes he had 'I must not tell lies' on the back of his hand from his constant detentions from Umbridge! He sure didn't like the lady that was for sure. To him she had resembled a toad. He wondered if she had aten one too many toads in her day. He shook his head at the thought as he came to stop! "Boy that lady is one crazy lady!" he whispered to himself as he had continued on his way down the stairs. He was on the first floor when he noticed the Defense Against the Dark Arts door was open.
He walked inside and saw a girl. "Excuse me but um I don't think you'd want to get caught by Professor Umbridge!" he said with a small frown. "She isn't one you want to mess with!" he added. "By the way my name is Harry Potter!" he said with a small smile on his face.
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Post by Unique Faye P-Torro on May 10, 2011 14:19:22 GMT -5
Faye had a type of a death wish at the moment she was sure. She knew very well that she did not close the classroom door. It would seem that she wanted to be caught by someone. However if it was the teacher she'd make no hesitation to stop her instinctive hexes and curses. She was also going to leave the classroom with it being dark and not so pink like. On top of that she knew well that the cats would tell her that she'd been in her office. She wondered if Umbridge had figured out it was her that totally destroyed half her cat plates in her office and turned everything to a nice shade or green and yellow. She couldn't help herself the pink was just way to much.
Unique turned her head as she heard someone come in and spot her. The voice was so familiar to her that she didn't even need to know who the boy was or what his name was. "I know she's not but I do it anyways. I hate her so this is what happens when she had no business running or teaching in a school like Hogwarts. I'd take our first year teacher as he was supposed to be without Voldemort in him or rather even with him in him over her any day. She can't teach." That was all she was going to retort on that subject. Some people figured that twins that had been parted for so long would not know each other when they saw each other.
It was untrue in Unique's sense. She knew exactly who her brother was and how her felt. She could tell he was bored and that other things were running through his mind. She knew what he felt like with everyone disbelieving in him. "Pleasure to meet you Harry Potter. I'm Unique, Unique Faye Potter." She knew her last name was going to shock him and she knew full well that she should not have told him it but she hated not being with him or him at least knowing he wasn't alone and that he had more then just his friends. He had flesh and blood. However, she was going to have to prove that and as she had dimmed the lights in the room she made them brighter so that he was staring literally at a carbon copy of his mother with the eyes of her father. "You got mom's eyes and father's looks. I got mom's looks and dad's eyes but I can do this" In a few seconds she turned her eyes to her mothers green infront of harry and she really did look like the carbon copy of any of the pictures he'd seen of his mother. [/center]
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