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Post by Daniel on Dec 17, 2007 16:20:41 GMT -5
"Yeah," Kira nodded, sending the paper flying back at John, hitting him on the nose. "Let's move farther apart," she added, and stood up. After taking about ten steps, she sat back down and made the field goal with her fingers. "G'head," she said, nodding.
Noah, getting kind of bored watching his sister outsmart their teacher, went back to his drawing, still being careful not to let anyone, especially Abby, to see.
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Post by Bai on Dec 19, 2007 17:20:33 GMT -5
Abby's temper flared, but she restrained any words that they would repeat to their parents. That would be the last thing she wanted, getting killed by Kat for cursing at her kids. "Listen here, you had better not smart mouth me again. Now I want you and your siblings to socialize with the muggles," she said carefully, her eyes cold.
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Post by Daniel on Dec 19, 2007 17:32:16 GMT -5
"Now now, don't call the new children names," Noah said loudly so that everyone in the room could hear. "They have feelings just like everyone else, and you need to be a mature adult," he added. This whole time he barely glanced up from his drawing.
Kira smirked at the conversation and waited for John's shot.
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Post by Bai on Dec 19, 2007 17:35:07 GMT -5
Abby rounded on Noah. "Watch your mouth!" she said venomisly. "Now go socialize, for heavens sake," she added, looking as two more muggle kids entered the classroom. They were smirking at her. Oh how she was going to kill herself after this.
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Post by Kat-la on Dec 19, 2007 21:04:15 GMT -5
Becca sighed, “Why should we? The only reason we are here is for appearances sake….if you can’t already tell our learning skill is already far surpassed those of most kindergarteners and personally I find their feeble minds inferior and not worth an ounce more of my consideration.” She said with a shrug before going back to her book, taking a mental note to bring something more challenging tomorrow. This was pathetic…yes, they were six, but didn’t people realize some six year olds were SMART? That they read books beyond their years because their parents taught them at home? It was quiet a sad sight to see.
John smirked and actually aimed for the goal posts this time. With a flick precisely one point two inches about the bottom of the football, he gave it enough power to flip and make it through the goal posts. “Score!” He said with a smirk. “If they want to play extreme paper football, they are welcome…otherwise I think they are probably more comfortable with their meager lives.” John said glancing at Abby.
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Post by Daniel on Dec 19, 2007 21:08:09 GMT -5
Noah shrugged. If one of the Muggles wanted to come by him, so be it. Otherwise, he was busy. The only thing he expected to actually do in this place (that was productive) was draw and read. Becca had one covered, and frankly, he preferred drawing anyway. The strokes he used on the paper were getting darker and more precise, but it was still impossible for anyone else to see it.
Kira grabbed the paper football and set it up. She flicked it near the bottom and sent it in a high arc toward John, a little bit left of center but still good.
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