In the halls, evening-ish, heading for room 303

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Harry walks through the dorm halls, on his way to Sawyer. In his sleeve he has a suspiciously bottle-shaped lump, which if you ask him, he will claim is a severe case of camel-illness.



((OOC: Post for conathon-mun. Feel free to stop Harry though, if you wanna))

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Kiki is coming back from poetry class, exhausted. It has been an extremely trying day for her, and she just wants to get to bed. Still, her face lights up with a smile when she sees Harry.

"Harry! Hi!" she says pleasantly. "I - well, um - I wanted to thank you for everything you did for me yesterday at Aziraphale's. It really helped having yo- having someone there. That was really great of you."

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[(Actually, it would be two days ago, I guess. Silly chrono-sensibility!)]

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"Anytime, Kiki" Harry says, and smiles at her. "Glad i could be of any help. Has the demon-guy apologised to you, or anything?"

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"Er, well...no," Kiki says, shifting her weight uncomfortably. "Actually, really... I'm the one who owes him an apology, I think. I've baked myself a humble pie, no choice now but to eat a big healthy slice of it."

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((humble pie! Sabrina the teenage witch-flashbacks *squee* You americans and your silly expressions :P ))

"Er, okay" Harry says, getting majorly confused by the entire Crowley-Kiki thing. "How was poetry class?"

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[did they use that in Sabrina? I never watched the show. It is a pretty old-fashioned American saying, though, heh.]

"Pretty nice. We were talking about some sonnets by an old Italian poet. We're discussing Shakespeare next week," Kiki is a little confused herself; hse is puzzled by Harry's use of the word "Demon" in describing Mr. Crowley. Sure, Mr. Aziraphale said Mr. Crowley wasn't exactly human but... demon? Never. Harry only used the word because he didn't much like Mr. Crowley. But Harry didn't really know Mr. Crowley - hadn't properly met him, of course. Kiki drops the line of thought. It's too tiring to ponder now. "We also get to write some of our own poetry for next class. More sonnets - not my favorite, but not awful, I guess."

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((Eep, not properly paying attention. Assume Harry thinks everybody who treats Kiki badly and makes her cry is demonic 0.o))

"Oh, writing your own sonnet? That seems hard -i couldn't do it. They're...poem kinda things, right?" Harry has never really been into literature. "Shakespeare i know. He was with the plays and stuff, i believe?"

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[No worries, Kiki's already rationalized it away!]

"Yeah, it's a form of poetry - it'll be a little tricky doing the whole iambic pentameter and rhyme-scheme thing, but I've got a whole week to work on it. Shakespeare wrote a lot of them - in addition to all the plays. And stuff," Kiki giggles a little.

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"Iambic pentameters" Harry ponders that, it sounds like some difficult spell, or something. "I'm sure you can do it Kiki. You're smart enough" he says, and smiles.


((One of my chars is in that class, you actually got me stressing now 0.o ))

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[LOL, Edward, right? And that would be an awesome spell. I can picture Harry yelling it all dramatically: "Iambic PENTAMETER!"]

Kiki colors bright pink. "Thanks, Harry," she says shyly. "I- um, well, I'd stay and talk longer, but I'm really exhausted. It's been a long day. Do you want to get together later - this weekend or something?"

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"Yeah, i'd like that" Harry says. "I'll call you, okay? Get some sleep" He says, and smiles.



((Haha, it sounds actually really good :D And yes, Edward. He's not a really good poet :S))

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"Ok," Kiki answers, smiling a little bashfully. "I will. Have a good night."

Kiki continues climbing the stairs up to her room, too tired to fly through her window as usual. She never even noticed the mysterious bottle-shaped lump!