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Post by Copper on Dec 30, 2014 21:24:51 GMT
"How did you tell them?"
Nicolas looked around. "Did they open the door?"
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Post by Dawnmist on Dec 30, 2014 21:27:58 GMT
"Yeah," he said, catching the door and poking his head into the common room. "Ricardo?"
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Post by Copper on Dec 30, 2014 21:29:23 GMT
Ricardo looked up. "Oh, hey. What's up, little bro?"
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Post by Dawnmist on Dec 30, 2014 21:30:57 GMT
"Well Nicolas and I were just planning our own New Year's party for tonight since we're not really up for the big thing in the Great Hall. What do you say?"
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Post by Silaluk on Dec 30, 2014 21:39:38 GMT
Vincent had been about to answer, but looked up when Leo spoke and he shut his mouth, turning back to the fireplace.
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Post by Copper on Dec 30, 2014 21:59:17 GMT
"That sounds really fun. I can cook something, if you'd like. Can I bring a guest?"
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Post by Dawnmist on Dec 30, 2014 22:39:07 GMT
He shrugged. "I don't see why not. And we were kinda counting on you coking, so go for your life."
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Post by Copper on Dec 30, 2014 23:03:34 GMT
"What do you say, Vincent? You want to come along?"
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Post by Silaluk on Dec 30, 2014 23:05:29 GMT
"Me? You want me to come?" he asked in surprise, blushing slightly.
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Post by Dawnmist on Dec 30, 2014 23:08:15 GMT
Leo raised an eyebrow, flashing his brother a sly smirk. "Well, I'd better go and let Bianca know. See you guys at nine."
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Post by Copper on Dec 30, 2014 23:10:10 GMT
"Who else is named Vincent and in the direction my head is turning right now? Of course I want you to go!"
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Post by Silaluk on Dec 30, 2014 23:12:12 GMT
"Oh... Y-yeah, I'd love to. Where is it?"
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Post by Dawnmist on Dec 30, 2014 23:13:06 GMT
"Room of Requirement," he chipped in. "Wear your pyjamas - we're camping out."
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Post by Copper on Dec 30, 2014 23:14:19 GMT
"Perfect. I'll go there right now to start doing, and we'll be there at nine."
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Post by Silaluk on Dec 30, 2014 23:14:41 GMT
"Oh, okay... It sounds nice."
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Post by Dawnmist on Dec 30, 2014 23:17:51 GMT
Leo nodded eagerly, muttering a goodbye to them before heading down the staircase to the dungeons.
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Post by Copper on Dec 30, 2014 23:20:01 GMT
Nicolas followed him, cane clicking against the floor. "I could practically smell the homoerotic tension in the air. Who was he with?"
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Post by Dawnmist on Dec 30, 2014 23:22:16 GMT
"Vincent," he chuckled. "Well, I'm not going to say anything. Best to just leave them to it."
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Post by Silaluk on Jan 3, 2015 19:17:52 GMT
Vincent lay on his bed, reading silently. He found himself re-reading sentences, his mind cluttered with thoughts.
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Post by Copper on Jan 3, 2015 19:22:50 GMT
Ricardo was in the bathroom, humming quietly as he brushed his hair, carefully running a comb through the soggy, curly mess. Sure, this was probably the worst hangover he'd ever had and there were sharp pains like stabs emanating from his forehead, but that hardly meant that he could go the day with messy hair.
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