Zenrais Posted December 26, 2009 Author Report Share Posted December 26, 2009 He sand traveled away from her. He liked her and he wanted to let her cool down. But he couldn't blame her for baing mad. He probably deserved it. But he didn't want to die. Not now not that year. But still...He couldn't help but feel bad....Because well...He wasn't quite sure actually. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
myteogre Posted December 27, 2009 Report Share Posted December 27, 2009 Philip Bones sat in one of the back compartments of the hogwarts express, his arms crossed lightly in front of his chest, his wand in his hand with his head drooping on his chest, snoring lightly. His light brown hair moved gently in the wind, his compartment window cracked. he wore muggle clothes still, having boarded the train from platform 9 and 3quarters. He was a little cold from the wind but he just snuggled deeper into the traveling cloak he wore. His jeans were a little frayed, along with his longsleeved turtleneck. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
bury the year Posted December 27, 2009 Report Share Posted December 27, 2009 (((Too much shortposting. Last warning.))) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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