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Post by aidan on Oct 20, 2008 14:29:49 GMT -5
A small cubicle, the walls plastered with posters of Dark Wizards and Witches still at large, and all missing persons. The mahogony desk takes up a lot of the space, an elegant chair behind it. On the desk, paper clipping, stacks of forms and other random slips of paper, and books, are scattered around. There are also photos of Aidan and his identical twin, Zach, photos of his girlfriend Ceallach, and their friends.
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Post by aidan on Oct 22, 2008 1:35:23 GMT -5
Aidan leaned back in his chair, a rather large glass of Firewhiskey in his hand. In the other was the report he'd been working on. His eyes flitted to the photo of him and Ceallach from the holiday they'd recently been on. They looked so happy. But, they both knew, that holiday was to save their relationship. Ceallach had thought that if she took him away from everything he'd want to stay with her. And of course he wanted to stay with her. Who wouldn't. But he couldn't help himself. He was who he was. And how did he know that she wasn't doing it as well. She was away from him the whole term. He groaned and smacked his head against the back of his chair, downing the drink. He was just bored, to be entirely honest.
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