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ωнєи тнє ℓєα∂єя σf тнє вα∂ gυуѕ ѕαиg ѕσмєтнιиg ѕσfт
αи∂ ѕσαкє∂ ιи ραιи, ι нєαя∂ тнє є¢нσ fяσм нιѕ ѕє¢яєт нι∂єαωαу
нє мυѕт'νє fσяgσт тσ ¢ℓσѕє нιѕ ∂σσя
αѕ нє ¢яαикє∂ συт тнσѕє ∂ιѕмαℓ ¢нσя∂ѕ
αи∂ нιѕ fσυя ωαℓℓѕ ∂є¢ℓαяє∂ нιм ιиѕαиє
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ωнєи тнє ℓєα∂єя σf тнє вα∂ gυуѕ ѕαиg ѕσмєтнιиg ѕσfт
αи∂ ѕσαкє∂ ιи ραιи, ι нєαя∂ тнє є¢нσ fяσм нιѕ ѕє¢яєт нι∂єαωαу
нє мυѕт'νє fσяgσт тσ ¢ℓσѕє нιѕ ∂σσя
αѕ нє ¢яαикє∂ συт тнσѕє ∂ιѕмαℓ ¢нσя∂ѕ
αи∂ нιѕ fσυя ωαℓℓѕ ∂є¢ℓαяє∂ нιм ιиѕαиє
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spaceDJ's synopsis of the plot left a lot to be desired, to say the least. Unfortunately, it didn't do much to deter her from wanting to read the rest, which was something of a problem since she probably needed someone to convince her not to steal things. Most of the time, her thieving was entirely involuntary and even subconscious (hello, Hufflepuff scarf she'd taken from Ariel without ever noticing... and still had. It was in her trunk. She was going to give it back. Really. Eventually). But, in this case, she found herself actively considering doing it, which was a problem, to say the least. She didn't exactly have the best impulse control. As evidenced by her kleptomania.
spaceCharley pursed her lips slightly, humming thoughtfully. "Did you stop because you just didn't have the next volumes, or...?" As soon as she asked the question, she wanted to slap herself. She was fishing. Specifically, fishing for whether or not he owned the books. So that she could borrow them. She didn't even know this guy. Hopefully, he just thought she was being curious and making conversation, and didn't realize what she'd been heading towards. She hadn't even realized it at first, so it wasn't that much to hope for, she didn't think. "Uh, I just, I only have the one, like I said. I've probably read it, like, twenty times." And would read it twenty more, she'd bet. It was really good, for all the reasons he'd said. Especially the fact that the female protagonist wasn't a damsel in distress. She hated useless girls waiting around to be rescued.
spaceBelatedly, she realized that, if she was going to have an actual conversation with him, she probably ought to introduce herself. She was two years behind him, in another house, and quiet at best, antisocial at worst. He probably had no clue she even existed before she'd sat down next to him. "Um, I'm Charley," she mumbled, hand reaching as if to brush her hair behind her ear. It was a nervous habit, one that hadn't stopped when she chopped all the hair off. Instead, her hand brushed against the back of her head, scratching and ruffling the cropped hair. She wasn't sure why he was talking to her, exactly. But, if it meant she could sit with him on the train without it looking weird, she'd take it.
spaceShe closed the manga, hands dropping into her lap. "Uh, so, do you read a lot of manga?" she asked, curious. It wasn't that odd, she supposed, but she didn't know a lot of wizards who did. Then again, she didn't exactly know a lot of people, period. Still, it was kind of a weird interest for a magical kid living in the UK, of all places. Maybe he was a muggleborn? Or just a nerd. Which was fine by her, she guessed. Not that it mattered, because they weren't friends or anything, but they were having a (friendly?) conversation. "I mostly just... I go to the bookstore near my house and just read stuff that catches my eye, I guess. I've read the first few volumes of a lot of stuff, but I've almost never finished anything." She paused, frowning a little. "Well, except Princess Ai. But that one's only three volumes long, so." Of course, it had taken her forever to finish that one anyway, since the store had never seemed to have the third volume in stock. It was a bloody miracle she'd finally found it there when she did. Of course, she also tended to stick to manga because she could read them faster than a novel, and she usually got kicked out for loitering eventually. She'd spent an entire Summer one year trying to read one bloody book because the manager kept chasing her off. Not her fault the store had a better selection than the library.
spaceCharley pursed her lips slightly, humming thoughtfully. "Did you stop because you just didn't have the next volumes, or...?" As soon as she asked the question, she wanted to slap herself. She was fishing. Specifically, fishing for whether or not he owned the books. So that she could borrow them. She didn't even know this guy. Hopefully, he just thought she was being curious and making conversation, and didn't realize what she'd been heading towards. She hadn't even realized it at first, so it wasn't that much to hope for, she didn't think. "Uh, I just, I only have the one, like I said. I've probably read it, like, twenty times." And would read it twenty more, she'd bet. It was really good, for all the reasons he'd said. Especially the fact that the female protagonist wasn't a damsel in distress. She hated useless girls waiting around to be rescued.
spaceBelatedly, she realized that, if she was going to have an actual conversation with him, she probably ought to introduce herself. She was two years behind him, in another house, and quiet at best, antisocial at worst. He probably had no clue she even existed before she'd sat down next to him. "Um, I'm Charley," she mumbled, hand reaching as if to brush her hair behind her ear. It was a nervous habit, one that hadn't stopped when she chopped all the hair off. Instead, her hand brushed against the back of her head, scratching and ruffling the cropped hair. She wasn't sure why he was talking to her, exactly. But, if it meant she could sit with him on the train without it looking weird, she'd take it.
spaceShe closed the manga, hands dropping into her lap. "Uh, so, do you read a lot of manga?" she asked, curious. It wasn't that odd, she supposed, but she didn't know a lot of wizards who did. Then again, she didn't exactly know a lot of people, period. Still, it was kind of a weird interest for a magical kid living in the UK, of all places. Maybe he was a muggleborn? Or just a nerd. Which was fine by her, she guessed. Not that it mattered, because they weren't friends or anything, but they were having a (friendly?) conversation. "I mostly just... I go to the bookstore near my house and just read stuff that catches my eye, I guess. I've read the first few volumes of a lot of stuff, but I've almost never finished anything." She paused, frowning a little. "Well, except Princess Ai. But that one's only three volumes long, so." Of course, it had taken her forever to finish that one anyway, since the store had never seemed to have the third volume in stock. It was a bloody miracle she'd finally found it there when she did. Of course, she also tended to stick to manga because she could read them faster than a novel, and she usually got kicked out for loitering eventually. She'd spent an entire Summer one year trying to read one bloody book because the manager kept chasing her off. Not her fault the store had a better selection than the library.
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ι ∂σи'т киσω ιf тнιѕ ѕσиg ιѕ α ѕυяяєи∂єя σя α яєνєℓ
ι ∂σи'т киσω ιf тнιѕ σиє ιѕ αвσυт мє σя тнє ∂єνιℓ
уσυ'яє тнє נυ∂gє, σн иσ, ѕєт мє fяєє
ι киσω му ѕσυℓ'ѕ fяєєzιиg, нєℓℓ'ѕ нσт fσя gσσ∂ яєαѕσи
ѕσ ρℓєαѕє
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wнere - Platform =- Bench
wнen - Morning, Sept 1 2044
wιтн - DJ
- ooc -
blah blah blah
ι ∂σи'т киσω ιf тнιѕ ѕσиg ιѕ α ѕυяяєи∂єя σя α яєνєℓ
ι ∂σи'т киσω ιf тнιѕ σиє ιѕ αвσυт мє σя тнє ∂єνιℓ
уσυ'яє тнє נυ∂gє, σн иσ, ѕєт мє fяєє
ι киσω му ѕσυℓ'ѕ fяєєzιиg, нєℓℓ'ѕ нσт fσя gσσ∂ яєαѕσи
ѕσ ρℓєαѕє
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wнere - Platform =- Bench
wнen - Morning, Sept 1 2044
wιтн - DJ
- ooc -
blah blah blah
The Forgotten Weasley
