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Post by Majelicka Weasley on Aug 30, 2007 20:19:23 GMT -5
“Morning, Delilah,” Majelicka called brightly from the stairs. She quickly stuffed the note she'd gotten from Tiberius into her uniform before heading outside the stadium, where people were going to be begin arriving for today's highly anticipated matchup between the Harpies and the Cannons.
“Morning, Maj, did you sleep well?” Delilah inquired.
“Not really,” she remarked, stepping off the last step. Delilah noticed she looked very tired and a bit ill.
“Maj, you look a little green,” she remarked. “You okay?”
“Thanks, Delilah, you certainly have a way with words.” Maj playfully punched her arm, a bit harder than seemed necessary.
“Sorry, just concerned,” she responded, rubbing her arm where she had hit her.
“Ooh, sorry, didn’t mean to get you that hard.” Maj's ears turned pink. “So why are you up so early?”
“Couldn’t sleep–I had a lot on my mind,” Delilah replied. “You?”
“Isn’t it obvious–it’s Quidditch. I never sleep well on match days.” Maj seemed annoyed that Delilah didn’t realize her distress.
“You’ll be great, just like always Maj. Nothing to worry about,” Delilah encouraged her.
“Easy for you to say,” she retorted with a little grin
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