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Post by Seven on Jan 11, 2006 20:22:15 GMT -5
She looks over at Severus and sighs sadly, 'Are you upset at us for trying to make you happy?" she questions him with an eyebrow raised. Truly by now, he's the one getting rather obnoxious...
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Post by Snape on Jan 11, 2006 23:29:58 GMT -5
Severus says nothing. He does not know what to say. There is a long pause. He attempts to speak but cannot articulate anything beyond incoherent British gibberish.
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Post by The Don on Jan 11, 2006 23:34:53 GMT -5
*poofs in with bottles of wine* Sorry I'm late. Don'ing' takes a lot out of ya. What I miss? *notices Snape's studdering and such* I see that the "surprize" portion of all this 'twas successful.  *pours Sev a glass of wine and shoves it into his hand* Have a drink. Then talk. By the way . . . *slaps him in back of head* Happy Birthday! |
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Post by Snape on Jan 11, 2006 23:38:05 GMT -5
Severus takes a sip as The Don smacks him, causing wine to drip down his front. Some of his composure has been regained. Wiping his chin his says with mild accusation, "You're behind this, aren't you?"
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Post by The Don on Jan 11, 2006 23:39:59 GMT -5
Well . . . yes and no. Anyway, blow those damn candles out before I slap you. I do not want wax in my piece!  |
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Post by Seven on Jan 12, 2006 12:08:41 GMT -5
Serena scrathes the back of her head with a sheepish grin, "Well...actually...I...um....just sort of....guessed it was your birthday...." she chuckles nervously, "But hey I was damn right! Then pan followed me, and Rene got the cake," her nervous chuckle turns into a very 'pleased-with-herself' look.
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Post by Snape on Jan 12, 2006 17:03:32 GMT -5
Snape rolls his eyes at her Donlines. He sharply blows out the candles, all the while giving Serena a slight glare.
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Post by Seven on Jan 12, 2006 17:54:43 GMT -5
"Love you too Sev," she grins with ^_^ look.
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Post by Renee Jacobson on Jan 12, 2006 19:34:30 GMT -5
*looks like she's wating for something*
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Post by Nadir on Jan 12, 2006 20:10:49 GMT -5
And something arrives.
You hear loud, obvious bickering from the upstair rafters. Then through the ceiling Erik and Nadir crash down.
"Curses you bloody Persian! Why must you always follow me! I told you those simplistic rafters could not carry your heavy...behind!' Erik scowls demeaningly at Nadir, who stares at him with big chilish eyes and a hurt expression. Then he points behind Erik with a large idiotic grin, 'hey--look who we dropped in on!" he laughs at his own bad joke, "looks like we crashed the party!" Erik, best put...sweatdrops.
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Post by Renee Jacobson on Jan 12, 2006 20:41:43 GMT -5
*grins*
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Post by Nadir on Jan 12, 2006 20:47:22 GMT -5
Erik quickly jumps to his feet and begins bowing apologetically," A thousand apolgies, Mlles and M, on crashing in on your joyous celebration. If it weren't for the incompetencity of someone..." he shoots a glare at Nadir, "this might have all been avoided. Please, do not mind us."
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Post by Renee Jacobson on Jan 12, 2006 20:49:13 GMT -5
Did you get into the 'special' muffins again?
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Post by Nadir on Jan 12, 2006 20:52:04 GMT -5
He looks shocked--How did they know!?
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Post by Renee Jacobson on Jan 12, 2006 20:53:42 GMT -5
Oh we know all about those 'special muffins' of yours...*gives a wicked grin*
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<-- Hehe, anyone else remember the tomato monster and those ridiculous eggs? 
