Jul 31, 2006 14:31
Tracy seems to remember being asked at her Sorting to send various Owls out.
She can't remember who to, so there is a Tracy in the grounds, onna bench, onna stick, with parchment and a splotchy biro she had with her when she arrived here.
Doodling.
peyton,
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While crossing the grass, she noticed a girl she recognised from a sorting. There had been so many new applicants recently that she couldn't quite remember her name. So instead of calling her attention, Peyton casually walked over and offered a smile and a 'Hey'.
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Doodle. Doodle. Draw a smiley face with curly hair and a nose piercing.
'How've you been?'
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'Great! Just been busy writing comic strips really. How's life after sorting been for you?' she said, taking a seat next to her.
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Noticing Peyton doesn't look her best, she quiets. 'Haven't seen you in the Great Hall...'
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Cue a crazy teenager running with a wand towards the Emporium.
'I GOT A WAND! IT'S ASH! NINE INCHES!'
She skids to a halt, eyes shining. 'Holly core!'
'And your change is one Galleon, four sickles.' Tracy pants. 'And it measured betwixt my nostrils! And I had to try seven ones before! And...oooh, owls!'
This is Tracy Beaker: All Shook Up.
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She turned back to face the owl, 'Isn't she beautiful. I'm assuming it's a she, she looks like she, doesn't she?'
She put her hand against the glass and the owl tapped it, 'Aw God, I have to buy her!'
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'She looks like a lady.' Tracy says. 'Go on...'
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