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Post by Barnaby Gumball on Sept 20, 2011 23:20:27 GMT -4
As they walked to the hospital wing, Gumball found himself worrying. He was worrying about Charlotte, because she had fainted. He was worrying about his robe, because he didn't know how to take the stain out. He was worrying about the huge volumes of homework he had to do. And, despite himself, he was worrying about Marshall. The boy often lied, but he had said that he needed Gumball for something...No, he had to have been talking about the prank. That was one thing he DIDN'T need to worry about. Charlotte, on the other hand...he looked down at her, checking to see if she looked faint again.
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Post by Charlotte Pyotr on Sept 21, 2011 18:51:03 GMT -4
The beautiful princess vanquished the dastardly monster! With her prince to help her of course!
Charlotte happily skipped along to... wherever she was supposed to be going. It didn't matter! She would go anywhere with her prince by her side! They could travel the world together! What a wonderful idea! She was so happy, why, she could just start singing! But no. Humming would have to suffice for now. Curiously, Charlotte looked up to her prince. Was he happy she had gotten rid of the problem? By herself too! Would he be proud of her? But he didn't look happy or proud... He looked worried.
What could he be worried about? Everything was fine... Not just fine, it was great! So why does he look so tense?
"Are you okay?"
She hesitantly asked, not wanting to disturb or distract him from his thoughts. If her prince was worried about it, it had to be important!
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Post by Marshall Lee Graven on Sept 21, 2011 19:48:42 GMT -4
In the meantime, Marshall made his way back to the library. It didn't really matter if the Ravenclaw helped him or not... You don't need two people to study. It's just nicer, louder, and a bit less lonely [not that it mattered; Marshall didn't get lonely. It's a cool person thing. You wouldn't understand.] It didn't matter if the Ravenclaw was bad company [which he really wasn't].
Marshall shifted his cloak over to his other hand and reached for the door, only to find it stuck. Jiggling the door handle didn't seem to work... He cupped his hands, peering through the window into the library, but it was so dark he couldn't see anything. Wait... He backed up quickly, searching for the nearest clock, already knowing that this was fruitless and that he was too late; the library had closed.
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Post by Barnaby Gumball on Sept 22, 2011 21:13:33 GMT -4
"Are you feeling faint again? We're almost to the hospital wing." It wasn't a good reply to her question, but it would do. He looked back over his shoulder, in the direction they'd come. Nope, he wasn't worrying about Marshall. That would be ridiculous.
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