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Post by Regulus Black on Jan 12, 2005 18:41:16 GMT -5
Sam tried to ignore the whispers that flew all around him as he took his seat. Come on Samuel! Pull yourself together, you should be used to this by now!. He sighed and shook his head and brown locks fell into his eyes.
In his head he held a quill, and he was tapping it against a piece of parchment with had a few words jotted down on it. damnit! Think Sam, come on!
Writers Block. Sam's weakness. Where was his muse?
Same glanced up and the whispers at the Gryffindor table stopped. Sam didn't talk much, in fact most people thought he was mute until he answered questions in class. He sighed and glanced back downa t the parchment.
((By the way, I can't get into the Gryffindor common room..))
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