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Post by Thomas Bertrand Angelo on Nov 20, 2007 23:04:53 GMT -5
Thomas nodded in understanding. "Very good, Professor. No question 'ere."
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Post by Thomas Bertrand Angelo on Nov 18, 2007 20:48:28 GMT -5
Thomas looked up and he quirked an eyebrow. With a small raise of his hand he asked, "If we are not have class, ten are we to be graded on specific tings?" his accented drowned out the sound of any 'h's' in his speech. "Or do we just try to perfect the metods we are best wit?"
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Post by Thomas Bertrand Angelo on Nov 18, 2007 12:59:24 GMT -5
Thomas walked into the room and surveid it with an air of mild disdain. Looking to the teacher he nodds to her, out of respect, and sits at a table not far from a window. He sat there looking out the window waiting for something interesting to happen.
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Post by Thomas Bertrand Angelo on Nov 18, 2007 1:12:55 GMT -5
Thomas walked in and surveryed the room with feigned curiousty. Feels like a tomb. He thought to himself. He noticed the deputy Headmaster was there, and his eyebrow quirked, it seemed to be his signature expression. "S'cuses moi, Professor Novim?" he asked polietly, "I may need to speak with headmistress about how my classes will transfer from my other schools. I dont know if your E.F.D.S. are the same as what I have been studing for. Do you think you could arrange a meeting?"
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