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Post by Snape on Oct 25, 2005 21:05:22 GMT -5
Severus pauses in his struggling and looks to be deeply considering his options. "So this annoucer thing, how much am I getting?" he says in a suddenly very business-like tone.
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Post by Seven on Oct 26, 2005 18:28:01 GMT -5
Laughs slightly, "You seem to forget your the hostage here." ;D
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Post by The Imfamous AKA on Oct 26, 2005 20:24:51 GMT -5
Absolutly nothing. Bu would you rather be Miss.... *Looks at clip board* New Jersey?
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Post by Seven on Oct 27, 2005 8:25:13 GMT -5
"I think he'd look darling."
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Post by Snape on Oct 27, 2005 14:47:59 GMT -5
He looks appauled. "I would rather be eaten alive by a damn chimaera than partisipate in this damn pagent," he then adds with more contempt than the previous statement, "Let alone be subjected to being Miss New Jersey!"
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Post by Seven on Oct 27, 2005 16:41:28 GMT -5
"Ok girls---let's get out the makeup kit!! !" looming evil shadows of terror quickly surround Snape on all sides.
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Post by Snape on Oct 27, 2005 17:38:58 GMT -5
Severus recoils slightly. Then, something dawns on him. He smacks his forehead. With a loud
CRACK! he is gone, leaving behind nothing but a thin layer of smoke and a piece of parchment.
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Post by The Imfamous AKA on Oct 27, 2005 20:29:49 GMT -5
*Picks up the parchment*
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Post by Renee Jacobson on Oct 30, 2005 20:30:09 GMT -5
Now that was plain unfair.
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Post by The Imfamous AKA on Oct 30, 2005 20:32:19 GMT -5
I know...
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Post by Renee Jacobson on Oct 30, 2005 20:34:30 GMT -5
So what's the parchment say?
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Post by The Imfamous AKA on Oct 30, 2005 20:38:52 GMT -5
*Looks at it*
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Post by Renee Jacobson on Oct 30, 2005 20:43:51 GMT -5
*peers over her shoulder*
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Post by Snape on Nov 9, 2005 18:10:02 GMT -5
Slowly a message appears on the page, as though writing itself . . .
It reads:
No one ever said the world was fair . . . Now then . . . As you may have noticed, I have no interest whatsoever in your little “pageant”, or whatever you lot are calling this travesty of an event. Playing host to a parade of idiots is beneath me. However, I’m willing to make an exception were you to, somehow, make this worth my while. Yes, I am actually willing to strike a deal with you dunderheads . . . I love that word . . . dunderheads . . . Erm, anyway, you may submit your offers in writing or place a message with one of my associates. No, The Don is not the only one with “associates”. Threats will be ignored and further more result in my revoking this gesture of kindness and generosity. I await your response. Until then,
I remain forever yours,
Severus Snape
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Post by Seven on Nov 9, 2005 19:26:21 GMT -5
Serena quickly begins scribbling something on a lose parchment of paper. Loud scratching noises can be heard until she abrutptly stops and sharply folds it twice, walking lightly to the owlery and sending the letter off to Severus.
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