(( Someone is staring at Nicholas? Who?))

Nicholas chuckled as everyone spoke of what color of dragons they wanted.

"I hope I get either a silver or white one." He said, then, realizing how he had no explaination, continued, "To match this odd head of hair I've got" He said, smirking ever so slightly as he reached up and patted his head, messing up his already none too tidy white hair. "But at any rate," He said, "I really want to get good grades this year, in spite of my horrid ones last year. Nightmare of a teacher that year..."

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OoC.Check my bio and last post.

(I have to leave now but can we say that the green dragon you saw is mine?)

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I was cured all right.

((Sure, Caunion! And ok. Thanks, WKoA))

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OoC. No problem.

Nicholas, while the other girls chattered like- well, girls, looked around the class room with curiosity. He briefly wondered how many students had learned and studied under this roof, and how many of those students were now professors of some sort. How old was this place, anyhow? And did the dragons like it here? Alot of thoughts wandered about in his mind, though he rather suddenly noticed that a boy across the room was staring at him. Trying his best to ignore him, he soon found that such a task was impossible. Looking over his shoulder, now quite irritated, he lifted an intimidating eyebrow and set the boy with a cold blue stare. Just what was he looking at?! Or who, for that matter. And why? Especially him.

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(ack sorry, can i still join?)


Name: Liliana (Lily) Morgan
Age: 16 (sophmore)
Appearance: long wavy dark dark brown hair. pale green eyes, with kind of fairish skin. 5'6 and slender
Personality: quick tempered but very nice disposition. she is very caring and will always try to what she thinks is right. loves to make people pleased and help who evers need it.

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Isabelle chattered and giggled witht the other girls. Now, she was comfortable talking and laughing with everyone else. Then she noticed that Nicholas hadn't said anything for the past few minutes. She looked over at him, and to her surprise he had a glare on his face.

"Hey," she began, "What...?" But by then she had followed his gaze and saw that there was another boy across the room who was staring at him. "What do you suppose that's about?" she asked, looking back at Nicholas.

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Nicholas turned back, the irritated look still on his face.

"I don't know, but it would be very nice if he just looked at something else." Looking back once more, the boy was still staring at him. "Man, what is his problem?!" He raged through gritted teeth.

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Arielle stared out the window in a daze. She realized that she would usually be chatting with everyone else... but she was feeling overwhelmed. She watched another dragon sweep by the window, and her daydream cycle started all over again.

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~art credit~

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(yes to everyone's questions about joining and stuff, and yes caunion, the dragon that flew by can be yours)

Louy grinned.
"I'd want a red or orange one to match my hair," she said grabbing her single braid. Getting bored with the topic they were talking about, she looked around. Shrugging her shoulders, she walked down to a boy that was busy writing something.
"Hi, I'm Louisa, but call me Louy."

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Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

Emma glanced back as well. Her brow knitted. Her overly curious side getting the best of her, she returned the glare. "And just what are you staring at?" she demanded. "Get your eyes back in your own head!" she snapped.

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"Well answer, then!" she snarled. "Don't just stand there like a lump and stare. You've been asked a question!"