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Post by Shelby Crescent on Feb 4, 2009 5:40:13 GMT
[/i] Shell had just said that to Isaiah less than thirty seconds ago before she apparated here from the house. He was right. Why did the paparazzi have to follow her literally everywhere? It's been out for a few weeks that she was going back to the Holyhead Harpies. She just didn't think it was that great. Hearing someone thoughts muttering something about how she had to bring the paparazzi in here, she rolls her eyes until thinking to herself. "They're not here for you. They're here for me. Get over yourself." With that, she walked over to the wall of gloves and looking at the ones best suited for her and the position of being a keeper.[/ul][/size] |
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Post by Shelby Crescent on Feb 4, 2009 20:49:59 GMT
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Post by Jack Clark on Feb 10, 2009 16:14:46 GMT
[/i] He told her shaking his head a little. 'Even if you are kinda cute.' He told her with a sigh and shrug.[/ul][/size] |
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Post by Shelby Crescent on Feb 10, 2009 16:42:39 GMT
Shell sighs and just rolls her eyes as she finally catches eyes with the guy she was having a conversation with, only in their minds though. "So you want me to leave, even though I'm kinda cute. You seem a little uncertain with that." [/size] |
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Post by Jack Clark on Feb 10, 2009 17:09:45 GMT
[/i] He smirked at her a soft smile playing on his lips, it being fake.[/ul][/size] |
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