Because, well, even if half the female population found him to be Mr. Dreamy, he knew one girl- the one that mattered- didn’t. That was enough to bring him back to reality.
— Kyle Richman, I predict an earthquake up in here.
Names are a bit like socks, see? You wouldn’t want to use a pair that somebody else has already claimed.
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Darrell Wood, you’ve got your head in the clouds.
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When the next Saturday came around everyone was a little nervous, but the Red Dragon was pretty quiet that day and only ate an Orphanage.
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Edith Nesbit, The Book of Dragons
Lini thinks this is a fine idea, because orphans make good breakfasts.
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She said she had a sister whose head had exploded, and the take home message he’d gathered was that her family owned a candy shop? Claire didn’t know exactly how to feel about that.
Knowing that she stunk to high heaven, Ivy reveled in her stinkiness. The smell of her own sweat was invigorating! It was the stench of success! Okay, so, maybe the adrenaline and chemicals were going straight to her head. Combined with the fact she was starving and needed to eat an entire cow, a boatload of toast, and a monsoon of orange juice.
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Ivy Liang, Awake and Dressed.
(I call this excerpt: “Ivy Liang is the most lady-like Head Girl of all time!”)
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Lost to Ravenclaw? That houseful of kids with their noses so deeply buried into their books they wouldn’t realize it if their houses were on fire? Shame. There was no reason Slytherin should lose to either Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw. Gryffindor maybe, but the other two? No way.
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Sinclair Audley, on quidditch teams in the Slytherin Tryouts thread
A character in my head just died laughing.
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Fodder is an unreleased fart. Poetic~
You had to risk it to get the biscuit.
