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May 14, 2011 22:34:31 GMT -5
Post by blaise zabini on May 14, 2011 22:34:31 GMT -5
"Feel free to call me Zabini" Blaise answered, "My first name is reserved for those I trust." He added as he turned away again.
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May 14, 2011 22:44:43 GMT -5
Post by morag mcdougal on May 14, 2011 22:44:43 GMT -5
She didn't know how she had betrayed his trust. As much as Morag wanted to ask, her entire body screaming at her to in fact, she held her tongue. He was obviously upset with her, for reasons that Morag wasn't too sure of. But she had to let him go, didn't she. He'd seemed so final in his last statement and she'd already made him turn around enough. Morag's fist came up to her lips resting against them gingerly to keep from doing something stupid. But she was hurt and sniffled softly willing away that prickling feeling in her eyes.
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May 14, 2011 22:47:23 GMT -5
Post by blaise zabini on May 14, 2011 22:47:23 GMT -5
He heard the sniffle but at that moment, Blaise cared little. She just wasn't what he thought; where was the straight shooting girl he slept with?
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