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Sloane and Slate
They're right below your thigh muscles
Fri Oct 8, 2010 10:49pm
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Slate stared wide-eyed at Sloane to hear the answer to Torn's question. He wanted to know, too. He only sort of knew who she was, from seeing her around. She was in his year but she was one of those kids no one really cared about or noticed. Now, though, suddenly it was interesting. Suddenly it was a mystery.

Sloane clearly disliked the idea of other people knowing her name. She jealously guarded her anonymity at school, kept it as close to her heart as a locket. But she knew the stakes here; she had been over them with herself enough times. If she declined to give her name, she would only make things worse. It was much better to simply let them assume she was boring. "Sloane," she said quietly, looking back between them, at each of their eyes only once. "Second year, Rakin," she added. That should keep her out of conversation for the rest of the meal.

Emma, on the other hand, didn't seem to have any trouble with the idea of people knowing who she was. She bullied her way through the crowd impressively for a 12 year old, and finally sat down across Sloane. "Good evening," Sloane answered quietly, and then went back to her food. She was glad Emma was there; she had missed her.

"I'm Slate," Slate offered, "Ninth. You?" He pointed across the table at the other two. "That's Torn, and that's Sloane. So any of you guys trying out for Quidditch this year?"

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    • They're right below your thigh muscles — Sloane and Slate, Fri Oct 8 10:49pm
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