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Post by Stella Della Bianca on Jul 31, 2007 23:38:27 GMT -5
Stella had heard him loud and clear, oh well, she had been right, she thought she heard a hint of somethign in his voice what was it? yes- he was annoyed. She shrugged at him, she was quiet for a little, then in a small whisper she asked, hoping she was not over stepping her boundaries. "who's the girl?"
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Post by Severus Snape on Jul 31, 2007 23:49:21 GMT -5
Severus hesitated, looking suspicious. "What are you talking about?" He demanded, though he didn't look up from his book. What did she know? And why does she care? He doesn't even know what she's talking about, he hadn't been talking about any 'girl' while talking to Serena, unless Stella somehow thought that's what it was about.
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Post by Stella Della Bianca on Jul 31, 2007 23:55:27 GMT -5
Stella shrugged, "Boy then?' she said with a raised eyebrow. "So you ranomly look up hopefully from your what looks to be an interesting book just for the fun of it?" She then frowned, "it looked like you were looking for someone....special" she said then with a little smile, hoping he understood this time.
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Post by Severus Snape on Aug 1, 2007 11:40:02 GMT -5
Severus just rolled his eyes. She didn't know anything. True, he might have been looking up in hope for seeing someone, but he was also looking up to make sure a certain Potter and Black weren't anywhere around to hex him and humiliate him in front of everyone there again. But she wouldn't understand...no one would. He didn't bother with an answer, he simply opened up his book again, scowling slightly as he turned back to the page he'd been reading.
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Post by Stella Della Bianca on Aug 3, 2007 21:13:17 GMT -5
She shrugged yet again, she seemed to do this alot around him, he was intriguing, sort of quite and cold, he made her wonder what lay beyond, but she never got the chance to look into his eyes. She had tried- time and time again-to see into his eyes, but he never let her, or maybe he just never noticed her efforts... she had no idea what to do to. She wanted to get him, she wanted to understand why he wont open up.
She frowned. "Why wont you open up to anyone?" she whispered more at him than to him.
Maybe he would answer, maybe he would scowl again.
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