I really didn't know why I was taking this class. It made no sense to me but I always seemed to pass everything. I was just sitting there bored out of my mind, barely listening to what the professor was saying.

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"So consider this your gift as you taste him on your lips;
& he's making you scream with his hands on your hips."

Darcy looked over at another bored looking girl with long black hair and pale skin. she played with the green slytherin crest on the front of her robes. Darcy didn't recognize her from anywhere else. *Not like the proffessor's going to notice* she thought, and she scribbled a little note to the girl...

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I'm an artist, not a freak show.

The girl next to me passed me a little note...I opened it and looked towards the professor to see if I would be able to read it without it being taken up.

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"So consider this your gift as you taste him on your lips;
& he's making you scream with his hands on your hips."

but no, he was still yammering on about something no one cared about. she opened teh note, and in spidery scrawl, it said;
Hey. I'm kind of new here. Are most classes this boring? i'm Roxanne by the way, Roxanne Snape

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I'm an artist, not a freak show.

I looked at her,and scribbled something down on the note:
I wouldn't know, I really don't pay attention. Snape? As in Severus Snape? I'm Darcy. Nice to meet you.

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"So consider this your gift as you taste him on your lips;
& he's making you scream with his hands on your hips."

The girl read the note and a scowl passed over her face, she scribbled back and Darcy read;

Yea. Snape as in Severus' daughter. Ooooh, lucky me. So, D'you wanna ditch, this class is killing me bigtime, I can make a distraction big enough for both of us to get out unnoticed

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I'm an artist, not a freak show.

Darcy nodded. Leaning over and wispering ever so slightly,"What do you have in mind?"

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"So consider this your gift as you taste him on your lips;
& he's making you scream with his hands on your hips."

Roxanne licked her lips and pulled something from her pocket, "you might want to duck" she whispered back. Darcy frowned and lowered her head and all of th esudden, Roxanne chucked the thing, smirking as it exploded, releasing a thick fog into hte room, "come on!" she said.

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I'm an artist, not a freak show.

What in Lucifer's name am I doing in this class? Thorn thought for the millionth time that hour as she rested her head on her hand and yawned.

"Miss Thilde?" Thorn jumped as the teacher said her name. Crap. She'd missed the question again.

"Umm.. yes?"

"No, in fact Stoneheage was not made by aliens. It was made by the whika of...." And there she goes.. She thought. If nothing else she has an insane tallent at ranting...

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its gunna happen and its
supposed to happen
and we find the reasons why,
one step at a time..

\m/ (^.^) \m/
rock on.