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[Somewhere abandoned on a back bookshelf, either in the Library, or perhaps the Hufflepuff common room (As the castle likes to move things over time), if one were to search enough they might find a dust covered journal... The last post scribbled in it would be dated about 23 years prior, apparently whoever wrote it didn't have much to say beyond
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*winces slightly as he slowly climbs to his feet, one hand moving protectively to the bandanna wrapped around the bend of his arm, though is reaction was purely habit, as it didn't actually bother him anymore*
Aah... Girlie, I'm... *bites his bottom lip and looks VERY uncertain and lost, though wanting to comfort her all the same, she is cute after all!* ... I-I... Do I know you? I mean... I didn't have many friends in school, s-so you can't know me from that... Aah, do you?
*If Piper were to notice, she would gradually be able to pick out small details about him that are decidedly not like the Paul she knows... The most obvious being that his clothes are different, he's wearing tattered blue jeans and an old ratty band t-shirt, his precious jacket is oddly absent, and aside from the fact his hair is slightly shorter and clearly less maintained even than when she first met him, overall he just looks different... And clearly not in a good way, even aside from being a ghost...*
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*she watches him carefully, very confused, very lost and very upset*
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*bites his bottom lip and looks uncomfortable* And... Well... That's kinda a personal question ta be askin'... *rubs his shoulder before letting his hand trail back down to the bend of his arm, though he doesn't seem to notice the habit of favoring it, he shakes his head* And honestly... You don't look like the kinda girlie that'd... *slight wry grin* ... I don't think you'd understand... But the short of it? Tch. My royal fuckin' hag of a 'mother' decided to ditch me with some 'friends' over Winter break... An' when I didn't wanna' play nice with the other kiddies, they didn't like it... So I stole some of their shit and bailed... *snorts, frowns, and shakes his head* The rest is both history and nothing you should worry your pretty little head about...
*his shoulder slump and he wraps his arms around himself, seeming suddenly to loose what had been left of his attempt at seeming 'cheerful'* ... Just one less useless street punk in the world, eh?
*quiet sigh*
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