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Week Name/Date/Time: 'Something's Missing Here' / Tuesday, September 12, 2006 / 8:35 P.M.
Location: Slytherin Common Room
Open To: Rae (and anyone else who happens by?)
Currently Involving: Dylan
Dylan collapsed, rather ungainly, into his favorite chair. Honestly, second week back and already there was some big hub-bub. People were acting like one missing girl was some national tragedy or something. From the sound of it, she probably deserved it. Bloody Muggle activist.
Well, that was how Dylan was trying to feel about it, anyway, but he actually only felt a little weirded out by it all. As far as he knew, only his parents knew his true parentage, and he certainly wasn't about to go spreading it around like some big idiot, but if they'd do something like that to a pureblood (albeit a severely misguided one), then what would they do to a--hell, he couldn't even say it--to him?
He was just about to pull out his potions homework and get started on it when he spotted Rae Burton near him.
"Oh, hello," he said, nodding his head in greeting. He was never sure how to act around Rae, even before he found out what he really was. He wanted to be her friend, and they were definitely on the same side, but he was always afraid he'd say the wrong thing and piss her off, and Dylan didn't want that. It would be inappropriate. "Potions, eh?" he said, gesturing to his essay. Potions were a safe topic, wasn't it?
Location: Slytherin Common Room
Open To: Rae (and anyone else who happens by?)
Currently Involving: Dylan
Dylan collapsed, rather ungainly, into his favorite chair. Honestly, second week back and already there was some big hub-bub. People were acting like one missing girl was some national tragedy or something. From the sound of it, she probably deserved it. Bloody Muggle activist.
Well, that was how Dylan was trying to feel about it, anyway, but he actually only felt a little weirded out by it all. As far as he knew, only his parents knew his true parentage, and he certainly wasn't about to go spreading it around like some big idiot, but if they'd do something like that to a pureblood (albeit a severely misguided one), then what would they do to a--hell, he couldn't even say it--to him?
He was just about to pull out his potions homework and get started on it when he spotted Rae Burton near him.
"Oh, hello," he said, nodding his head in greeting. He was never sure how to act around Rae, even before he found out what he really was. He wanted to be her friend, and they were definitely on the same side, but he was always afraid he'd say the wrong thing and piss her off, and Dylan didn't want that. It would be inappropriate. "Potions, eh?" he said, gesturing to his essay. Potions were a safe topic, wasn't it?