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Post by Narrator on Dec 16, 2007 1:40:48 GMT -5
The ghost looked up to Stevie with a disappointed look. "Aw. Your no fun." he said as he sunk through the floor.
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Post by Stevie Copeland on Dec 16, 2007 1:43:57 GMT -5
"Wait, wait!..." He said, watching the ghost sink through the floor. He still had questions. Many questions. He took a couple steps, eyes trained on the spot where the ghost was, slowly. If the ghost DID come back, then he had a few questions to ask. He figured, since the ghost was in the school, that he would know of Stevie's name by people talking to him. And he'd know about the bed because he may pay attention to the Gryffindor common room. But he wanted to know his name, and how he died...
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Post by Narrator on Dec 16, 2007 1:52:02 GMT -5
There were a few tense seconds of quiet as nothing happened. Stevie watched the floor, but nothing came out of the spot. The ghost had vanished without a trace.
As Stevie turned around, there was the ghost, floating somewhat above the ground. The shock of someone being right behind him like that send a burst of fright through Stevie's body, causing him to flinch back and some of the contents of his bag with him to spill to the ground.
"I stand corrected. So to speak."
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Post by Stevie Copeland on Dec 16, 2007 1:55:51 GMT -5
He turned, having given up on him, but almost fell backwards, flat on his behind, but managed to stumble into a standing position, though, the book fell out of his pocket. He quickly picked it up and put it back before turning abck to the ghost.
"Well, you obviously know my name. What's yours?" He asked, hoping that, eventually, he could work his way to 'how did you die', but not having it seem awkward.
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Post by Narrator on Dec 16, 2007 1:58:57 GMT -5
The ghost smiled. "Fred Weasley, at your service mate."
As Stevie picked up the book, he noted something about the page it had landed open on; another page had been ripped out.
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Post by Stevie Copeland on Dec 16, 2007 11:15:32 GMT -5
Stevie paused for a bit, then just decided to ask the question.
"... How did you die?" He asked, pulling out the book. He saw something peculiar... He flipped through the pages, until he found the sliver of a page that was supposed to be there...
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Post by Narrator on Dec 16, 2007 18:19:55 GMT -5
"I got killed." Fred said playfully. He imitated the sound of an explosion and threw himself on the floor. "And that was that. Not as grand as other deaths, but I died fighting Voldemort's lackeys. They were wimps, the whole lot of them. Took out almost thirty by myself."
Fred laughed.
There was indeed a page missing. Ripped out.
Odd.
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Post by Stevie Copeland on Dec 16, 2007 20:06:35 GMT -5
Stevie raised his eyebrows.
"I guess I didn't get to that part yet..." He shrugged, and stared at the blank page. He looked at the other pages on either side of it, trying to make them out in the dim light.
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