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Post by cenizobelle on Jan 30, 2007 19:25:57 GMT
"Oh My Gosh!" Zada landed rigt beside Kyli. "I'm soooo sorry! I didn't mean to knock you of your broom. I fouled really badly and im reall sorry!"
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Post by cenizobelle on Jan 30, 2007 19:26:18 GMT
"SUMMER! COME HERE FAST!"
[chloe, can u cum on MSN plz!]
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Post by xxsummerxx on Jan 30, 2007 19:28:17 GMT
Summer then saw her and rushed towards her. She looked really hurt. The nurse came hobbling out of the school and carried Kyli to the ward. All this because of quidditch
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Post by cenizobelle on Jan 30, 2007 19:30:07 GMT
"SH**" Zada said again. Still following the nurse who had now levitated the unconcious [sp?] Kyli and was walking briskly towards the Hospital Wing.
[do you appear offline?]
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Post by Tessiec on Jan 31, 2007 10:31:56 GMT
''Kyli!'' A figure ran down the slopes of the school to them
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Post by mely on Jan 31, 2007 13:40:00 GMT
Kyli found her eyes blinking open. She stared around her... she was in the hospital ward. She was aching slightly, but nothing really hurt. She realised that there was a slight numbness in her arm, and looked round to see Madam Pearl wiping off a slimy substance,
"just a few broken bones and a loss of conciousness" she said, merrily. "nothing serious, you'll be fine in a few hours. Until then, i'd advise you to rest a while." she frowned at her, "no more flying!" she helped Kyli onto her feet, "now run along back to you common room"
Kyli did as she was told, still glowering about Zada's fowl. Her brothers had been right- never play one on ones with a Slytherin.
[continud in common room, citrus]
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Post by cenizobelle on Jan 31, 2007 13:46:30 GMT
Zada turned to Summer. "She's not allowed to play for a few hours!" she told Summer. 'Why did I foul her? She might still like me if I didn't! Huh...ah well...I have friends in Slytherin. She turned back to Summer. "Do you still wanna play?"
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Post by Tessiec on Feb 6, 2007 23:08:06 GMT
Madam Peral sighed. That was a first year on her first day, and by the looks of things other first years were goint o do the same thing, contuinue flying dangerously. If she had a knut for every time she mended a quidditch wound. She realised of course who she was treating. Miss Jones. Another one, the seventh? sixth? no definetly seventh, ah well, she must be lucky then. She only hoped she used her luckiness to stay out of trouble
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Post by cenizobelle on Feb 7, 2007 16:43:12 GMT
-thread ended-
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