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Re: 19:10 callsmyname April 20 2007, 04:34:37 UTC
She couldn't say what it was exactly that made her turn. But it's like in the novels you read, or (if you had any muggle blood) the movies you watched. It was like she could feel someone watching her. Something in the back of her neck, the hairs standing on end and the shivers that started there, made her search for the perpetrator.

And yet, she found no one. There was a man near by, who looked to be older than her (and quite cute, honestly), and his glance occasionally wandered her way. But he wasn't staring, not by a long shot, and so, who was? It made her all the more uncomfortable, knowing that someone out there could be taking note of her every move. She simply needed to get away, or busy herself, or find this creep and hex him.

Tonight, Susan had had more than enough champagne to make her forget herself. She marched right up to the man leaning against the wall, and asked point blank, "Excuse me, and pardon me for asking, but are you staring at me? I think someone is, and I noticed you look my way."

Yes, very out of character indeed, but she was tipsy enough to be this bold.

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