<BR><BR><B><I>Zack Kunkel <outcast.zeta@gmail.com></I></B> wrote: <BLOCKQUOTE class=replbq style="PADDING-LEFT: 5px; MARGIN-LEFT: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: #1010ff 2px solid"><BR><BR> <DIV class=gmail_quote>On Thu, May 1, 2008 at 11:50 AM, Patrick McCartney <<A href="mailto:hogsmeade@squaredbee.com">hogsmeade@squaredbee.com</A>> wrote:<BR> <BLOCKQUOTE class=gmail_quote style="PADDING-LEFT: 1ex; MARGIN: 0px 0px 0px 0.8ex; BORDER-LEFT: #ccc 1px solid"> <DIV> <DIV></DIV> <DIV class=Wj3C7c><BR>--- Zack Kunkel <<A href="mailto:outcast.zeta@gmail.com">outcast.zeta@gmail.com</A>> wrote:<BR><BR>> On Wed, Apr 30, 2008 at 10:22 PM, Patrick McCartney<BR>> <<BR>> <A href="mailto:hogsmeade@squaredbee.com">hogsmeade@squaredbee.com</A>> wrote:<BR>><BR>> ><BR>> > --- Zack Kunkel <<A href="mailto:outcast.zeta@gmail.com">outcast.zeta@gmail.com</A>> wrote:<BR>> ><BR>> > > > ><BR>> > > > > [OOC:
sorry, forgot something]<BR>> > > > ><BR>> > > > > He recognized one of the voices, and called<BR>> down<BR>> > > > > towards the two people.<BR>> > > > > "Already in a fight, Amber?"<BR>> > > ><BR>> > > ><BR>> > > > As Kadyn shouted a woman walking with an<BR>> elderly<BR>> > > man<BR>> > > > stepped right in front of him.<BR>> > > ><BR>> > > > "Please!" the lady scolded as she glared at<BR>> Kadyn.<BR>> > > > The shock had startled her. The lady had very<BR>> long<BR>> > > > straight black hair, was wearing a yellow<BR>> hooded<BR>> > > > cloak, and was carrying what looked like a<BR>> large<BR>> > > glass<BR>> > > > ball. The old man had long curly gray hair,<BR>> clean<BR>> > > > shaven, and wearing a purple ruffled cloak<BR>> tied<BR>>
> > with a<BR>> > > > red cape.<BR>> > > ><BR>> > > > She stood there glaring at Kadyn as if to<BR>> ensure<BR>> > > that<BR>> > > > it would stick forever in his mind before she<BR>> > > moved<BR>> > > > on. As she was walking away he could hear her<BR>> > > talking<BR>> > > > to the old man: "I told you I had a bad<BR>> feeling. I<BR>> > > > had a dream that this happened. It was caused<BR>> by a<BR>> > > > visitor …." Her voice trailed away.<BR>> > > ><BR>> > > > Kadyn was very confused, and had merely meant<BR>> to<BR>> > > attract<BR>> > > Amber's attention. He refused to meet eye<BR>> contact<BR>> > > with her<BR>> > > and acted normal, as if nothing had happened,<BR>> though<BR>> > > in reality<BR>> > > she had really creeped him out, and he
was<BR>> wondering<BR>> > > what she<BR>> > > had been talking about. Kadyn shook off the<BR>> thoughts<BR>> > > of what<BR>> > > had happened and called to her again. "Amber?"<BR>> > ><BR>> > > ><BR>> > > ><BR>> > > ><BR>> > > ><BR>> > > ><BR>> > > > The sound of Amber's name completely<BR>> distracted<BR>> > > her from the boy, who as<BR>> > > > she looked back was gone in the growing crowd.<BR>> She<BR>> > > scanned the fast moving<BR>> > > > people and her eyes halted on a friendly face.<BR>> > > "KADYN!" and bolted and<BR>> > > > wrapped her arms around him. "Finally! Someone<BR>> I<BR>> > > know and don't hate!" she<BR>> > > > glared at the space where the boy originally<BR>> was.<BR>> > > Then as fast as she began<BR>> > > > she
stopped and ran her eyes once again at the<BR>> > > croud, "Soooo, where's your<BR>> > > > parents?"<BR>> > > ><BR>> > > > Kadyn sighed. "To tell you the truth, I<BR>> haven't<BR>> > > seen them since<BR>> > > Diagon Alley. They had me stay with my Muggle<BR>> > > grandparents,<BR>> > > and then i had to take a train here from there<BR>> > > house. I thought<BR>> > > I was running late, but i guess not..." His gaze<BR>> > > drifted towards<BR>> > > the place where the train should have been.<BR>> ><BR>><BR>> Kadyn looked towards Ambers Grandfather. "Excuse me,<BR>> Mr.... uh..." He<BR>> realized that he had never asked his name, nor could<BR>> he remember Ambers last<BR>> name for the life of him. "Do you have the time?"<BR><BR><BR></DIV></DIV>As Kadyn asked his question a loud cheering rang out<BR>from the crowd. There was
no single person cheering<BR>loudly, but the accumulation of voices made for a loud<BR>cheer. The response of Amber's grandfather was almost<BR>drowned out.<BR><BR>"I checked a minute ago, and I believe that it is now<BR>almost 10:45, my boy," he said. "It has me very<BR>concerned."<BR> <DIV> <DIV></DIV> <DIV class=Wj3C7c><BR>"Yeah, I thought the train would have to be here by now..." Kadyn trailed off and stuck his head out over the rails, leaning over to get a better look down the rails. "How long have you been waiting, Amber?"<BR><BR><BR>"Oh, I've been waiting for..." she thought, "for..." the fight with the boy had really made time speed up. Time flies when your having fun. "About half an hour?"<BR></DIV></DIV></BLOCKQUOTE></DIV></BLOCKQUOTE><p> 
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