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Post by Cassandra Ortiz on Dec 1, 2008 1:50:50 GMT
Cassandra sat on the bench making sure her bags were not disturbing the other witches or wizards that would decide to come along and take a seat. She really couldn't see why they would sit out here. After all it was a bit freezing out here. At least it wasn't snowing. She tighten the scarf around her neck a bit more snugly. As she sat there waiting. Waiting but not sure for what. She moved the stray locks out of her hair and tucked them behind her ear.
She had been out doing a bit of Christmas shopping. It was the least she could to keep certain things off her mind. She sighed standing up and grabbing her bags as it had began to snow softly. She couldn't feel her fingers through her gloves and decided it was to go and head inside. With her bags in one hand. She turned and was going to go the nearest pub. That was before she bumped into someone as she had turned to face the street."Oh, sorry."She smiled apologetically to them.
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Post by Matthew Vengeance on Dec 1, 2008 2:10:54 GMT
Matthew had been in Diagon alley, debating on what to get the girls, guys, and kids for Christmas. "Dayumm theres alot of people out he thought to himself and shrugged. He looked left, he looked right, he couldnt find anything. Matthews little heart was starting to give up, when it hit him."Why not ask them what they want, then I can come back and see what I can find"He thought once again. He grinned at the thought.
Like the girls, and his own son would say, hes not the smartest raven from Hogwarts. Matthew continued to walk till he bumped into someone. He looked around and heard a voice, "Oh no its my fault, sorry" Matthew smiled at the girl. "Need help?" he offered nicely since it was holiday time, he didnt want to seem mean.
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Post by Cassandra Ortiz on Dec 31, 2008 10:35:09 GMT
She shook her head doing so shaking off some snow that had accumulated. She tugged at her gloves and adjusted her grip on the bags she was holding. She smiled softly not want this whole ordeal to become a game. In which it would involve trying to figure out who really was to blame. She shook her head once more when he asked her if she need help."Ah, no but thanks."She smiled warmly at him despite the freezing weather. She wasn't sure what to say or do anymore. She had already apologized. She wasn't to good with conversations. But then again why did she want to start a conversation with someone she didn't even know."Oh, I'm Cassandra Ortiz. Are you always running into people?"She asked jokingly.
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