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Post by joolie. on Jul 18, 2005 17:05:50 GMT -8
A still summer air was surrounding a young Gryffindor male, the rare gusts of wind blowing his untidy, jet black hair around his face. He feebly raised a hand and pushed it out of the view of his hazel eyes. The wire-rimmed glasses covering his eyes were crystal clear, the reflection of the bright ball of fire above them, lingered in each glass lense. A few bunches of leaves crunched under this young man's feet as he walked, his neat black robes tailing behind him. The Gryffindor emblem sat prudly on the upper left hand corner of his robes, a small sigh emitting his lips. Mr. James Potter. What to say about this troublemaking Gryffindor. Fellow marauder, along by the name of Prongs, the animagi form and the partonous form of a stag. This mischevious Gryffindor's hobbies included causing trouble and chaos with his best friend, Sirius, and causing torure upon his fellow classmate, Snivellus by their means, with his best friend as well. Reaching a tall oak tree on the shores of the Hogwarts Lake, he sat upon a large stone, stretching his legs out infront of him, and glancing around the lake's perimeter for any of the fellow marauders. He sighed gently again, crossing his arms across his chest. ooc: Sorry, not too great, I know. ^^ And for the typos, terribly sorry.
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