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Fynn 4

My 1 st Year - Did not really perceive it

"I find him now, not so great, but what can you do?"

"set a new one?" "There are reasonable teacher's hardly anything more."

"If Dumbledore would seek times correctly, he would certainly find some."

"He probably has to do."

"Well, yes is the director."

"Nevertheless, NEN he can find a better teacher. "

" Yes, the other Prof's really not that great .. "

" Not so great? Which is totally weird! "

" Sometimes you get the feeling that he can see an even if he is to the back to me! "

" So by this turban through. "

'Den, the always on. "

" Funny halt. "

But .. Have you seen the new owl from Finnigan? "

"So as plucked."

I rolled my eyes. The eternal abuses from the Slytherins was now really getting on my nerves. The fact that they were trailing on Quirrell, I could understand almost still, even if their comments plenty primitive. Seamus but should kindly leave them alone. I knew him, even from before my time at Hogwarts, if we had not even met many times. He was, like me, an Irishman, and though his father was a Muggle, he could play really good spell check. Finally, he had defeated me from time to time also, and that must have been something.

But back to the abuses from my housemates. Apparently it was a natural duty for a Slytherin to participate in these discussions. Only I was, unfortunately, the only exception. I had my friends', however, can quite quickly convince them that it was better if I just sat quiet and still the best or not it was present. Because for a small, completely unintentional accident on my part in doing without my presence even to most any conversation of this kind a result in which I was almost proud.

any event I sat thus, become abundantly annoyed by their jobs, breitzutreten the weaknesses of other people with my sketch pad in her lap in the Great Hall, leaning against the table edge, and had quite a few people who were gathered around him, his back turned. Your comments were really me enough that I could give up their faces like spiteful.

"Tell me what you paint as actually already?"

the way, if this just mentioned, not accident 'could have been, he would probably have my job abused as a mere doodle, but I'd surely believe in me and my person, that they could appreciate me and my silent also sitting. It should also be the name, doodles' have been just as inappropriate, as when Leonardo da Vinci would have called a talentless art philistines. All right. That was maybe a little bit exaggerated. But still.

"You know, I think my drawings are hm a lot more valuable than your constant backbiting?"

I turned my head just to the side that they could see my wonderful amazing green eyes, let the eyebrows go a little bit up, and watched with pleasure their response to my answer.

The skinny girl on my right hand was red and immediately lowered his head, the strong boy compared to screwing up the little pig eyes and shook his massive head, and some other students lowered beside But immediately their eyes to the memory of my little truly innocent - I mean actually harmless - complaint a few months ago to forget. Solo Draco, who had taken a fairly high position in the hierarchy Slytherins at the beginning of the year, remained calm, looked strikingly with the cool, blue eyes, my smile, smiled and even relaxed. He fascinated me ever again. He was actually the only one who is not intimidated or influenced by my appearance in any other way. He was finally someone on my level. So I waited for his reply, which, as always, would be quite witty.

"If you compare yourself mentally again with Michelangelo?"

"No, this time it was Leonardo da Vinci." Prefer

"Why do you actually Italian painter? "

" Because there are no significant Irish are. "

" Ah, what I ask ever so stupid? "

I had to smile. Yes, he really knew me. And after just half a year. An extraordinary performance. A fortiori, for a peer, if you look considered that many adults had tried in vain to being able to assess me properly. I say yes, fascinating.

"I suppose you will stay here over Christmas?"

We just ran down the stairs to the common areas. It was a Saturday evening, at this time, almost no one was in the corridors on - what in the dark alleys of the prison was not unusual - only now and then we met a large pupil, but after an eloquent look, either by Malfoy or me, rather quickly disappeared around the next corner. Since it was the last weekend before the Christmas holidays, and we only have one week would have education, the mood was of course quite left out, actually I had no real desire to get into the crowded common room, and wiedermal surrounded by a cluster people become , all wanted something.

matter back to entertainment. Draco had asked for my Christmas.

"You mean, seriously, I spend two weeks at my aunt?"

"Good point."

"Certainly."

" And what do you want to do all the time? not yet "

" white. Let's see .. "

" Maybe draw, Leo? "

I rolled my eyes, but smiled softly as he be typical Malfoysches smile was placed.

"I know it's not really. Is certainly pretty boring. "

" Oh come on, when I'm back, there's new ne-Mona Lisa. "

" Hrm, yes, looking right. If but this time rather blond, and small, and annoying .. Should I continue or do you know that you will be the greatest work of art of this century? "

Again he laughed.

"The century is not long, Michel."

"Was I not just been Leo?"

"I know what you can do the two weeks."

"Yes?"

"Pick NEN new Italians."

again one of these statements, for which I loved him - remember me? I'm really not any unusual sexually oriented, promised - that he was the only one with whom I could keep myself so, in which I was sure that my witty comments were not wasted, on the contrary. There was only one thing that bothered me about him, do it properly. So fair as I was lucky to just this thing came straight to the aisle to us. As always, Draco could not long hold on with his undisguised loathing.

"Ah, yes there is our so beloved Potter."

Internally, I muttered something softly to me before, I was relaxed outwardly unchanged, though in reality I was quite annoyed by the behavior of my comrades. I greeted Harry with a brief nod - the issue that he had no place in the dungeons at this time appeared, I am somewhat inappropriate - but smiled. Unfortunately, I was here, once again, caught between two fronts, both in general could not stand. And each time came up with this unspoken question, to whom I wanted to because there are now actually. Until now I had been around for a reply yet. For I knew not themselves.

"Hey, Fynn."

Harry cleverly tried first to ignore the taunts of the white blonde, but I knew only too well that this cool politeness would not last long.

I appreciated both, both Draco and Harry, but I passed through the street classification - Cursed is still that hat! - More time with the Slytherin, so I could talk with the Gryffindor only looser during lessons, in the hallways or chance encounters. I did, like him, that we are quite well understood, however, was my relationship with Draco, as I said to some intense.

"examined what the talented Harry Potter because here in the corridor, at the lower rank and file?"
As usual, he spoke his name with plenty of sarcasm in his voice, a pitch slipped further down was made. I do not know whether my modest opinion matters, but somehow exaggerated it is something a little bit. Almost below his level.
"Could you please stop me to talk in third person?"
"I thought it might Highnesses Sun"
"Not really."
"Oh, no right, yes. I'm very sorry, of course it was the second person plural. Excuse my ignorance, Potter. "
" If you's have not seriously mean, let it better. "
" You'd really like to think I was serious? "
" I did not say that. "
" You have yet so many morbidly obsessed fans or not? "
" They are obsessed not morbid. "
"Wow, he is humble, who love Potter."
"Could you leave that, please?"
"was crap, yes again third person. Excuse me. "

Again, I twisted, I do not know how many times this evening, the eyes. I do not know if you know even those fighting cocks. Probably, the whole world is full of such people. So, I'm going'd like to think you know just what. So now imagine it at times arguing against. As they throw themselves so wonderfully nice names and designations to the head. Exactly. Now imagine the whole situation a thousand times exaggerated, childish, and worse before. Now you come begin to ran to my situation. To some extent.

"Malfoy, why do not you just return to your friends hypocritical, huh?"

"Nice to see you have knowledge about the topic of hypocrisy as well, Potter."

Now they started again thus, it spit out the mutual surname Sun pejorative that it sounded like insults. And they were probably in the ears of the respective armed cock too. Mostly because they were so breathtaking so be creative.

Before there to unnecessary bloodshed came, and I had to watch this poor man, I decided to make the two of my own. Apparently they noticed my presence or even more properly.

"I wish you then have fun."

With these words, and the estimated realization that they actually had not heard my remark, I removed myself from them, went more rapid transition of the remaining step, and they could at the end of another gear still hear how loud they were something, and finally apparently parted. At least fast and furious Gezischel steps were heard. Shortly thereafter stormed Draco, ignorant of me not just grumbling and confident air past me, but somehow overlooked. It was probably once again been that he had not so far Harry can provoke, as it would have been right with him. And he even had realized what I had thought about before: He had gone far below his level.

When I entered the common room, I saw that was actually pretty full. To clear my discomfort - for once I did with my ailing mood no bones about it - it was not long until some people tell me discovered and found it indispensable, had to greet me. I mean, it's flattering to have proved so much attention. But this was still quite exaggerated. Even for me.

seemed "Fynn, I've been looking .."

Somehow this all just for me to have said OF HIS students, but Daphne was the one that spoke the loudest .

Slowly it seems to me as if to do without me here any time .. "

This rather humorous, but inwardly serious remark seemed to have failed to achieve anything.

"is actually that way."

The girl with dark brown hair, actually, quite respectable giggled softly, moved a little closer to me, so I am not could sit down once more at rest and digest the stressful evening, and gave me a pretty sloppy scribbling - here was this expression is more than appropriate - under the nose, which should either be an extremely deformed dog or a relatively unsuccessful landscape drawing. Maybe both. But more likely not both.

"How do you find that?"

already strange how quickly you an art critic and was chosen connoisseur, just because a few people, mind you, against my will, some of my works of views briefly, and then had approved. As I said, flattering, the behavior of classmates already, but with plenty of time annoying.

"This is a .. Tree? "

I pointed to one of the long, slender fingers on a tangle of pencil strokes in the lower left corner of the 'image', pulled one of the eyes finely arched eyebrows, and had the look of the so-green eyes linger on the face Daphne's, which just brought the end drew curly. Did they really consider themselves only to tell me what she had painted there?

"Uh .. Yes? Yes, of course. "

I shook my head almost imperceptibly. They were all here so ... I find it unfortunately just a no suitable word that would not be offensive. Just set any of your choice, in the concept, mediocre 'comes close, but sounds a bit negative.

"What the display image, then? "

It was not derogatory, but an almost interested question that should sound as if I'd want to know the message of the mess really. Of course I was interested in it at all, but at least it seemed to the bystanders, including Daphne, so.

"It is .. So, I .. Do not know? "

She giggled nervously, blushing, and hardly dared to see from the sheet on and in my eyes. Although they looked pretty, she was naive and rather haphazard. She had a most ridiculous excuse chosen to talk to me.

"All right. I think you need that here any more? "

Without waiting for an answer, a hand went into my right pants pocket, I pulled out the dark wood bar, nodded in the direction of the infamous doodle, and let it deserved in flames , to rise so that at the end was a small, fuzzy clouds of smoke remained.

My little magic, undemanding and not run to make the pictures disappear, drew all eyes on me again.

What I had only acted so thoughtlessly. A simple Verschwindezauber would have served its purpose well. And now would not be surprised again all come to me. Super, Finley.

My first year of school. Not very spectacular. And apart from the fact that Harry saved the Philosopher's Stone and the school, probably the whole world of magic saved them from Voldemort happened, nothing worth mentioning. Oh, and if interested - After two weeks of intensive work with painters, sculptors, architects, philosophers and inventors from ancient, medieval and Renaissance I received for the next Time a new name: Soke alias Socrates. "Scio me nihil scire." Not true, of course, but whatever.

stopping by Let's the second year, not so very exciting.

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Fynn 3

Do not want to be the Chosen one - Not yet

Professor McGonagall, "Hufflepuff!" , a tall, slender woman with long, dark cloak and a similarly dark hat on his head, took the boy to go - not their own, but the famous talking. The Go for an attentive reader can but think - again, no sooner had he sat there for a second on the curly hair. With a wry smile, he got up from the old chair, move took the applause true in the Great Hall, and then went a little uncertain in the direction of the yellow decorated table. I had previously maintained only with the dark-haired, as we had crossed to this rather rickety boats to the large lake to the famous castle. His name was Justin, his parents were both muggles, and he would actually come into the elite Eton school, of course, a Muggle school, if he had not received the letter from Hogwarts. As it is a short summary my life so far had heard was he derailed his features by the obvious admiration of something. But well, to other beings, especially up Muggle-born, my life might seem quite enviable. However, they knew it's not really. And I did not intend to dedicate too many people.

any case, he now sat with a wry grin and seemingly easier earlier in the middle of Hufflepuff. In the House, I certainly would not come. I wondered just how he got the opportunity to an elite school. Well, Elite was not necessarily very intelligent. Matter of opinion.

"Ravenclaw!"

The next boy, also dark-haired, but a squat, fuller stature, stood up confidently, but had somehow lost, as he almost hesitated before McGonagall was that the hat was now back in their hands. He, therefore, the Ravenclaw made me any less the impression that he had gone into the right house. Normally, I cherished and not necessarily those silly prejudices, but a few nasty thoughts are even allowed me wohlerzogenem boy once. This run I will refrain from doing but. That would be perhaps a little unfair.

No, he finally decided that it would be appropriate to go to the Blue Plate, so he let himself down next to the turn a little confused clapping classmates.

The boy who came liked, I might even see something similar. However, his hair was blond, pointed his face, clenched his expression somewhat, but broader than that of his predecessor. We were on the train to keep it short, as the candy woman - I call it now just so - had passed her car, and I took advantage of the favorable moment, to escape for a while before the pushy fellow travelers. I knew his family by a few stores both of our fathers, had just that, Lucius Malfoy, but got only briefly to face as Cian had discussed with him about a more recent work. Since I had heard nothing but positive so far to tell my father, I promised myself some of the blond boy named Draco. However, I was at the far been too short conversation in the hallway to little more than a polite greeting and a common interest, "How's it going?" Because we had to do both still - he was looking for anyone in particular, whose name he gave me not reveal wanted, and I had to look for a quiet place where I could not find the stubborn pursuer too fast.

"Slytherin!"

Even before the hat had happened to touch the smooth hair of the boy, he had already announced his endscheidung that Draco only as a right to seemed to be, because the satisfied grin that was now set to the right noble features, worked extremely convincing. Slytherin. Well, I knew that his whole, pure-blood family had been in this house, had been able to guess that he also that would attend. And yet I had somehow hoped other. For I would certainly not come to Slytherin, even if my father had once been there. If we were not in the same house, it might be difficult to establish closer contact, but beautiful, I would sort it out, because I was Fynn. I had yet overcome any obstacle, any border made void if it had been me in his way. That we would come in two different houses, were it not so bad.

My very impressed by my project ideas were the intense whispering stopped, which was suddenly broken out in the hall. Of course, I should not long remain hidden, because what students here just all twisted his neck to be able to see him.

The well-known boy with black, messy tousled hair and apparently no longer brand new glasses were reluctant to be on McGonagall, looked again and again with the green eyes - almost as unusually green like mine - after all the students to sitting in the Great Hall and watch him banned.

Ah yes, what was done not by the young Harry Potter heard it all. A little hero, he was already, though he still had not really done that. I had plenty of mismatching the memory of my aunt allowed here, even if only partially. Because this boy looked a lot better than my beloved aunt.

No, apart from its somewhat emaciated appearance, he actually seemed quite healthy, good looking, if not the ground taste. From my seat, I could see the wonderful legendary scar on his forehead, it really looked like a flash that was hammered into his head. One could only hope for him that his mind at that time no damage had been wearing it. However, I had not heard of the kind, rather the contrary.

The hat settled his endscheidung with him plenty of time. Just as Harry moved his lips, how small Schweißperlchen formed on the drawn face as he sank imperceptibly a bit, he appeared with his hat actually to discuss the future house. I smiled softly. Actually not a bad idea. If we sent the hat only submitted his request, he was aware that even with respect to its endscheidung. And in my formulation coasts you really should not be a problem.

until the two had finally agreed, I could miss a few Superior formulation, because the hat was probably disagree with the good Mr Potter.

"All right .. Gryffindor had! "

When he finally made a decision, I had to smile. Gryffindor. How could it be otherwise? Finally, the boy was from the beginning of his life to a hero because he had defeated the Dark Lord, although he did not even have to adjust as need be necessary. It was pretty obvious that he entered the house of the brave, the democrat, small heroes would come to the table he went straight, accompanied by thunderous applause and catcalls. The more it surprised me that Harry had only long enough to have to discuss with the hat. Well, maybe I would still get the opportunity, to ask him. be meant by it 'could this way, the hat. Because I was already planning a small meeting with the clothes utensil.

You ".. You're Finley, right? ? Finley Maynard »

A dainty little girl to my right, it was probably like me - it would take more than two months - Not yet 11 years old, had been leaning slightly forward to be able to see my handsome profile better. When I heard her slightly shaky, nervous voice clearly, I sat back on the sympathetic Fynn-smile, turned to her and stared with a look at her face. She was actually quite thin, almost gaunt, but looked not bad, quite the contrary. The long, dark hair - I graduated as a coffee brown one - the very pretty face framed suitably formed a perfect contrast to the bright blue eyes with large, dark pupils. She seemed very excited, but I noticed too late that it stemmed from my presence, not on the upcoming schedule for both of us still in the houses.

"Indeed, yes. May I also know who I am talking to? "

I held out a hand, a polite gesture that I had become accustomed, it seemed, however, somewhat stunned, as it so my outstretched finger considered.

"You hold out his hand? To me? "

I gently wrinkled brow. If I do not wish I had not so extended. Called such ideas as not logical?

"I really had before, yes. In addition to the desire to know your name. "

nervous giggle she leaned awkwardly on before me, a blast of perfume came to meet me, it smelled like a mixture of lavender and vanilla with a hint of lime.

"Lisa."

I bowed his head slightly in the draft, a sight that brought them seem even more upset.

"Just Lisa?"

Before she could answer, she winced as Professor McGonagall a certain Lisa Turpin called.

She smiled uncertainly, and suddenly became red.

"That's me."

you breathed it, like it was a sweet secret, known only I could. Lisa Turpin also. As she hurriedly stumbled on the chair, I turned me the right way around, watching her in how she got the hat on her dark hair and was sent to Ravenclaw. Me was not so much as an intelligent Ravenclaw happened, but well, the hat seemed so often some of the strange Endscheidungen taken. When she was completely resolved with relief to the blue table, she looked again at me, and waved ridiculous, in my direction. Since I could only hope not to come to Ravenclaw.

"Finley Noah Maynard."

was also my last name this evening. The teacher with the long, dark robe looked around for while I noticed some satisfaction: it raised whispers, and whispers. Sure, as exciting as the Harry Potter pocked I was not, but I was known enough to be interesting for the many people in this room are. That calmed me down. Even if it did not require sedation course. I was the calm themselves without hesitation

and with the famous smile I got up, walked without haste to the knotty chair and nodded towards the professor. feel the familiar feeling of so many glances to let me be more confident when it came to my next discussion with the hat that I was just put on.

I was quick enough to get rid of my first comment, before the guard could ever make any noise no matter how casual.

"Do what you want. But forget Slytherin. "

I could hear a faint hissing in my left ear, which probably should be an amused laugh.

"This year, almost no one seems to want to Slytherin."

"Draco already."

"The Malfoy does not count."

And I know? It flatters me. "

" This was not even begin to be a compliment. "

" I also think that you are the best guard in the world. "

" as the ever be questioned? "

"Have not I said."

But thought. "

" Could be. "

" Do you think I do not know what you think? "

You" 're a talking hat. "

" Slytherin! "

A chill came over me at once, because the hat had shouted at once a well-known to me through the hall .. It was like the feeling it when a bucket of ice is poured over his head. Only one feels not there Such a disappointment, aside the disappointment over the apparent end. But that does not matter now.

"What?"

before me the hat was taken off again, I thought he could hear a joyful laughter hurt. So a nasty head covering! He had intentionally.

I was about to McGonagall to plums, what they came up with anything, let go of such a part on the more or less innocent students. Then it occurred to me that this would be for my next couple of years here less advantageous. So I wanted to ask my polite way of talking to me once that to make things run ', so he could reconsider his endscheidung possibly one more time. But in the end, my hesitation, but caused by the sudden cry of the hat, been too long. I would now reformulate again, would be my first call for the immediate future pretty cool, at least for a little more attentive students who were of course crucial.

When the teacher looked at me with an eyebrow in the level, because I was still sitting on the chair, I decided to delay the unpleasant moment of outrage not continue to move better later when I was alone. I still had a chance to loose and relaxed acting up and go with the usual self-assured smile to the green table, which I had so desperately want to avoid. This moment of opportunity I would not have to make fullest, so I got up, caught me again as far as I had lost for a split second, the text, and ultimately contributed to that table. I cry in spite of my acting talent really hard not rage, rush at the hat, it on the marble floor of the hall to throw out wild and trample. It was really hard to get me out of the socket, but that damn hat I would hate forever. And at some point I should repay him. Eventually.

"wanted the part yet to talk with you, Fynn?"

Of course it was a wonderful encouragement, directly after this event in the face of Draco's may look to the content between different same age Slytherins sat. Actually, I had him as a really smart and very interesting - think nothing wrong, it's just a rumor that I have on boys am. I mean interesting as future interlocutors and allies - judged, but I had his schedule in the house of the snake at first confused. But now I knew what could make for fatal errors that part ', and so I was initially somewhat comforted when Malfoy's the same satisfaction with his division had been so obvious.

"He's probably happy to have after a year of loneliness once again has a conversation partner. Whether it wants to talk to or not. "

I sat on the seat next to him, he told me had kept, and watched from there the division of the first graders. That still interested and curious glances were on me, I ignored only. But could the pattern of my blond sitting next to not escape me, but I was busy just with the idea of making low-hat said. So I did not bother me too long to think about his reply.

"For someone like you, he ought to be happy, right?"

as a short note: My dislike of This hat is now no less violent, perhaps even by the daily confrontation with his endscheidung continued to grow. It would sound crazy to hate a hat, but its audacity is really cheeky. As will agree with me everyone. I mean, I was not polite to point out not to want to Slytherin? And I was the whole conversation about no longer remained polite and reserved, even though his replies from time to time been naughty? Exactly, he really had no right to treat me like this. betrayed by a hat. What a fate.

Endschuldige the lack of introduction for the next Statement. But I have to take over that memory all over again. A fucking hat!

Is Constipation A Side Effect Of Plan B

Fynn 2

I'll show you your limits - Beware

"Happy subsequently"

.

I smiled wearily. Meanwhile I could hear this eternal, Happy no more. Who could get me all the best in the world already? A birthday might be beautiful, but so many positive things he brought with him no longer, I would describe it as all the best. Also, I had become - it was the first Monday after completing my fifth year - is this saying often enough. Far too often. However, I was brought up well. I was polite. I did the good wishes back at least to the outside to appreciate.

"Thank you, sir."

"Now you're a big boy."

"I'm five, Sir am."

"The is older than four three-quarters. "

"Yes, sir."

"So you agree with me?"

» Yes, sir."

"That's good."

"Why do you need so absolutely my consent? "

" I just wanted to know whether you now think for a big boy. "

" Well ... "

" A big boy can even run more. "

" Like what? "

" Mathematical equations. "

I should have known that his kindness could amount to no good. Mathematical equations. What a wonderful birthday present. And he called it all good? Well thank you. Then I could do without you.

Later that afternoon, I had his gift digested more or less successful, and thus math for this day behind me, he supervised me still practicing some simple magic. They were my first attempts with the magic wand, a brand new model, extremely rare example, with a Veelahaar. These wands were produced only rarely, because the procurement of Veelahaar was quite dangerous. However, does so beside the point. At any rate, my, Lumos 'for my first attempt pretty good, not to mention the many office tools that are now by my, Wingardium Leviosa' flying through the air.

I must say, Fynn, you have a real talent. "

This praise I heard with great satisfaction. Mainly because I had now learned that he and the distribution of value estimates quite economical bypassed.

"Thank you, sir. I wanted real name ..- "

"But you should pay attention to the pencil sharpener because over there."

My smile faded as quickly as it came. Was that possible? If he ever praised me, which seemed really far too rare, if you take my performance looked like he had a corrective censure improve after putting my attitude or my expression. Moreover, he had still not understood that he had not to interrupt me. For what he thought was me? A four-year-olds?

"Oh yeah?"

I fixed his eyes on my green eyes, the target object in a fairly rapid pace between the ceiling lamp and fire raced up and down, and threatened to break out of its trajectory.

Yes. Do not you think you should check to assign him a better target? "

a goal? Is not it enough if I over five - well, if you must absolutely know, there were five 1 / 2. The apple do not brush my so-called master counts as a whole - let fly several things at once across the room? Okay, as Spitzer seemed to actually slow a bit cocky, as he raced back and forth, faster, and in particular increasing arc. Either he wanted to take a run, or it was just boring. I typed in both.

"A goal ..."

Before I could only think to which bookshelf I wanted to let it go, I had a wonderful idea. An idea that made me grin at the same time happy, and behave in Chardonnay's direction could blink. I was wrong, or was there a clear bald spot on his head the perfect landing pad for my flying object? With one sweep of the wand broke the tip of his steady start-up companies, remained for a fraction of a second mid-air, and then moved very slowly up to me.

"I told you just now. And it would be nice if the part could hurry up a bit, I have today after your education to do something else. You know, do I have a life outside of this study. "

Information shook me deeply. He had a life without me? Without this musty room with way too many bookshelves? No, that was my weak heart, just five years old boy not cope. With a resigned shake of the head, I could not believe his statement really, I moved my right hand only in passing in his direction. As he looked up, frowning at my bowed head, and just wanted to ask what I then had now again, my dear Spitzer jumped into the air trembled as excitement, wobbled back and forth as if it had a rear part, with which it like a silly cartoon character could take a run, and rushed straight to Chardonnay, which could not even take his fortune.

What surprised me even more than knowledge, my teacher would still have a life without his beloved Fynn, was that the impact of my bullet in his head is not hollow. Well, this clichéd metaphor could perhaps be a little exaggerated, but still. He could not complain, I was assigned to the Spitzer a wonderful, precise target. Own fault if he did not said that his balding not sure could be considered.

"Have a nice evening, sir."

Since this event, our relationship was of a different kind He taught me contrary to due respect that I deserved as Finley Maynard, but I refrained from further incidents of this kind, at least as far as possible.

In the next couple of years passed again not much. Chardonnay taught me the basics in various fields of education and magical education. A big advantage for me, he must be almost grateful. Finally, I was on my first day at Hogwarts will have some things that my classmates in a few weeks, months, possibly even years would learn.

Yes, making us to the next topic: My first day at Hogwarts. However, I would not necessarily describe the train ride that was relatively boring. Well, that and my compartment for some time with rather full curious people was, is not as noteworthy.

seems much more interesting to me the division into the houses by the party hat. For the committed even the big mistake to put me into the house of Slytherin.

Can Dumping Syndrome Be Caused By Medication

Fynn Maynard

Here is the story of one of my little Hogwarts goers.
I was bored, and I thought I read maybe on his past.
Quite boring, but there are several small chapters, maybe there's every day one, if anyone is interested.

- So well, I never would lie? -

Let Me Entertain You, Dear

In my opinion there is no one who could describe my life. I can not even incidentally. So why should I write my small Biography detached from any narrative can be when my opinion does not share eh, maybe not even understand? Just because I do it but rather ourselves.

However, I do not belong to the people that start with such a sentence as uncreative, XY was on DD.MM.YYYY by so much born in Desktop Clock village house, beautifully situated on a sunny, clear morning .. '. So what I do not write. This is not my style. In addition, be time please be honest: you really so interested in burning, where I was born? I am not on my part. It does not matter where I was born. The main thing I'm still alive. And at the appropriate level. Since I need my wonderful summary of life does not begin with birth. Believe me, it was so spectacular that can not. How each birth halt. But .. I will now go not into such detail.

No, I want to start with something more interesting. Well, not really interesting. But certainly more interesting than the first day of my life. Apart from the fact that I was born on the day, since that is really nothing happens terrific.

So see, sometimes. Right off the bat actually, nothing really so worth telling, at least not in the earlier years of my life, I would now anticipate otherwise too far. Since you're going you have no choice but to read a few more boring things before it goes to the exciting details. You will survive it but do not worry. Boring so bad I'm probably not even then. Finally, you go here to Finley Noah Maynard. This must mean something.

Meet him the first time - I knew we would not follow

Let's say it was pretty much the only day that I was really scared. Not the kind of fear one has when one stands in front of a troll and hurl his club over his bulky head pivots back and forth, and threatens this very large piece of wood on your poor, defenseless body. No, it was more of this fear that you have when you do not know, can not even really guess what will happen next. The atmosphere was overwhelming. My father, at that time with glossy brown hair, glasses and small inconspicuous worry lines on his high forehead, looked to my considerable discomfort pretty seriously down to me. Amy, my mother, who smiled by far the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, as usual, easy, and did not let the importance of this day.

After a while silent on the doorstep of a work room in our house standing, for a while, seemed to me terribly infinite, opened at last, the passage to said room, but again far too slow, at least to my taste . I do not know if this in to my impatience that moment was, but Cian actually seemed totally banned to look at the gap that has been gradually increasing and by a narrow strip of twilight fell. It was late afternoon in mid-September.

Until the stocky figure who opened the door slowly, finally came to light, it took quite a long time again, but I seemed to be the only one who noticed this lame pace. So as far as the door was on that standing in front could take a look at the opening, heard this already once again with hoisting, and I could finally my future teachers for the next seven years to see. He, I am informed, known as Jacob and Chardonnay, with its 68 years still very young as a master, was a rather delicate, little man, still awake had such an expression in the gray eyes that I did not dare to look at him directly. In the narrow face was a disheveled gray hair tuft. He wore a white and brown checked shirt without a tie, a beige sweater and a bit too long, gray pants. Something about his appearance irritated me, but it was probably only the fact that he does not like an ordinary teacher looked like. A bit like an old, slightly bumbling grandfather, who desperately sought his reading glasses, although he was on his own Nose he wore. But Do ye not as an awesome, daunting, powerful magic teacher.

Furthermore, the situation was very tense, I expected to know that the grandpa look at me with disdain and then scare sullenly into his little room would be, while my father moved from there, still looking serious for reading or writing, and the mother waited slightly worried in the vicinity of one of the comfortable sofas of her son. But it all came very unexpectedly.

"There is indeed the Finley. You hear nothing but good things about you, boy. We'll see what it come true ... "With an uncanny

friendly smile that wander the approach of a white mustache was something in the air, he pulled the door after all, plenty faster than before, taking full, stood aside and looked out into the room. This was pretty bright, fully provided with bookcases of every size and type, and a large window, certainly twice as large as the stature Chardonnay's, so did a lot of light streaming into the room that it does not seem like a study, but more like a cozy , small library looked like a desk and two chairs in the middle. I must admit I had something totally unexpected. My eyes seemed well a long time wandering through the room to be, I had not registered that my jaw had dropped down a bit, so I gave my father more or less gently from back to me to be driven to go in at last, to my master.

Totally confused, I was only a little laddie of just four years ago I stumbled and stood right next to Chardonnay, and received by the way, as he closed the door behind me after a few ambiguous words with my father had changed. Before I could continue to react in any way - in fact I had planned to hold a little talk with my quirks and a few announcements about me - I already felt a draft of air next to me who told me that the honorable man had walked past me on his desk chair.

"Then sit down at this, Fynn."

"Actually, I ..-"

"The chair is new, really comfortable."

I wanted only ..- "

" Sit down easy. "

That he was not angry, that not even a hint of impatience in his voice irritated me. Usually it was my way, all adults first in their place, preferably at the first meeting, so they were not silly ideas. With him and his kind, patient nature dawned on me no good. And I should endure the next seven years?

After I had hesitated a moment, I decided to preserve peace. No one was immune to my long allusions. He also would not be. So I put on my cutest four year old smile, and went to my assigned seat before his desk, leaving me barely audible sigh down on it, directly across from Chardonnay. Beautiful, he was right, the chair was actually pretty comfortable.

"I'm ready."

Suddenly, the gaunt old man laughed just like that. About me? That could not be. No one laughed, just like that about me. At least not with impunity.

I coughed discreetly. learn

"May I, what was so amusing to my statement?"

It was after several still coughing a bit, until he finally stopped laughing, is a small tear from his eyes and stroked me on the lenses of the glasses he had just set up, looked away. The cheerful smile remained.

I had actually thought about driving your father. "

" exaggerates what? "

"With his assessment of you."

I listened. Maybe I could bring the situation even more to my advantage.

"What he likes me, then?"

Again he laughed. He slowly walked to me in the ass. Should he laugh after all. But not me.

"You are very impatient, Fynn."

The less and less self-assured smile disappeared from my face now quite narrow. What was that now? If he wanted to analyze my about their character traits? It had already tried many, and indeed in vain. Even if he considered himself a very funny guy, he was no better than all the others. Though he admittedly somewhat unsettled me.

"You will even have to admit that you have a rather strange sense of humor."

Again he laughed. That's enough. What was the actually one? He was only something like a magician, one who imagined having to play a teacher. There were so many witches and wizards who would break to be allowed to teach me as a young Maynard. Just by my decision tomorrow, he could sit without a job somewhere down the road. This was apparently not clear to him. But I would not let him continue to remain in this ignorance. I thought that is already, how could I teach him gently that he based his constant fits of laughter was out of work again soon. So I got to not just me that he watched closely.

"Have I actually done it? Already? "

completely in thought, I shook my head repellent, I understood the connection between this statement and my comment previously. He also should not interrupt me kindly in my considerations. Finally, I'd just want to draw a literal dismissal. Accordingly annoyed fell out of my answer.

"What do you want've done?"

"connected to get to know not what thou shalt say. "

These were insinuations! Of course I knew what to say! I only just thought about how I could put it in a reasonable English. Finally, I was no ordinary four-year-old. Otherwise I would have that straight, A cow goes moo. " Such intellectual statements I had not done since my second year of life.

I know very well what I mean. "

" What's that? "

" The fact that your not the kind of teachers are, I have imagined. "

"That would be so. But the idea of a small child are often a bit too imaginative. "

good. That was finally enough. Now I was furious. It properly.

I'm not a baby! I am a full four, almost five years old! And fantasy is something positive, no matter in what way. I had only just been given to how should I submit to you that your service will not be here much longer. And I will not stand such a tone in dealing with me. I'm not \u0026lt;i> \u0026lt;/ i> impatient, "laughed the

now again. What I hated him. At best I would throw him out the same this evening. Such a disrespectful person. Even at the first meeting he had disappointed me.

However, he said, let me trim again.

"I've known that you should be impatient. But such impatience is even for a boy like you very worrying. "

What are you up just ask, I've been thinking too. What is this strange guy? Well, as it sometimes is with me - with a small difference to me because that was intended - and the first impression is deceptive here. Chardonnay was judged me simply wrong. He was, despite the many rumors, warnings and intensive discussions with my parents, actually assumed I was a normal little boy. Normal here means that I would be apart from my origins as an ordinary child. Error. He would soon see what a big mistake that. In order to show a little bit me a little time jumping was allowed.

Pain In My Knee When Driving

Now the 50 Cent..

tip

o.o

Tritton Physical Fluid Dynamics

Car Drive..

Will you have to not watch, let alone understand.

.. road trip? *.*

What should I do, I stop boring ..

I'll use my phone now take some time and you may then present my monologues.
o.o

Florida On Tomtom North America Maps

'Nother Stuff

I'm just on the phone with Dona .. * * Blubb
And I know now how the matchmaking aunt was with diphtheria & Tong: Samantha.
But you must speak English very great. o.o

Jahaa, and I'm still boring, what a miracle. Upload
The Youtube take so ever, still 39%. And I have so many great Michelle videos that will show I really .. Uu

says Dona What degree here .. to me?
"I must now do something special. .. And that my fingers move .." I love
you, Dona .. ^. ~

And she talks degree full comic. ôo
has now launched it. Just like that. *.*

I load the video present at Myvideo high. not too much faster.
But I think Youtube was just stuck, somehow.
As long as I eat now chocolate mice. Oh, no, yes, the hot milk mice. And I
Bombadier you with meaningless posts.
Muahaha. Man, am I pööhse. o.o

Detect And Install Webcam Drivers

Von jedem 50 Cent..! o.ô

I grad a video of the birthday of my grandma found this year that was last weekend.
The whole family is very large and very crazy, was with a Greek, and since there was such a small stage in the room where we were sitting.
Well, this opportunity could not miss my dear sister Michelle, of course, and was then appointed head of Unterhaltungskomittee MMA. [MMA ~ Michelle, Marcel, Anina.]
Michelle (sister) is the fat girl with long skirt and white shirt, which is constantly interfering.
Marcel (cousin) is the boy with the checkered shirt and the wonderful Saxon dialect.
Anina (cousin) is the little girl with short skirt, which is not visible at all and almost always never what it says, because she is shy but totally cute, but extreme.

I also have videos of the beautiful poems and songs, which Michelle thought of himself first and Marcel then can recite added. However, I found the video now at best, as they demand a tip because their performance was so great, yes, and they now want to buy a cup of ice.
Please take care not to my great voice and the wonderful picture and sound quality. I've already said, not the digital camera is the best.
And that the image is on the side, I'm sorry. I'm so's shot, but it does not get it right again. The Nathan and technology dependent. *.*

now much fun with this crap .. xD

Okay, that takes me long to present .. ôo

Muhahaha .. *.*

Is It Illegal To Have Neons On A Scooter

Tired like the early Morning..

years, I'm tired.
And I've grad looked upon total number of films on Youtube.
full sense, but somehow very funny.
Reminds me of Dona and Kora, diphtheria & Tong and our partner agency for .. What was the same again, Dona ..? o.o
must take the time and we beat them on websites .. xD''

I should soon acquire mal ne clever digital camera with video recording. The
is currently not that great.
But if I do that, I try once, since record something.
If only the memory card as small .. ôo

you see I'm tired. So I read more crap than usual
And here I sing all the time Robbie Williams. Sounds really great.
Oh yes, and a little picture in my boredom I've painted for you, too.
Will you look at it?

I am so proud of me .. *.*

Well, now I seek times the digicam.
Here are the very last of all the websites that I have written, nor by early November. And
are in the school newspaper so many of me .. Uu

Hartl: What books can not shorten it?
Nathalie: picture book ..
Hartl: lexicon ..!
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Hartl: Ah, there still needs to those who recite poetry.
So just the fun ..
Hanna: And then the fun!
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Hartl: Then on Wednesday ..
Oli: There is but holiday!
Hartl: Ah, because religion is still too which is good.
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Gay Cruising Spots San Francisco

Once upon a time..

long, long time ago.
has now happened again a lot.

Felix is on Tuesday, 12.12.2006, died. Today buried a week ago. In our garden. With NEM really nice coffin.

brought all current homework behind me. German (2), English (now the second, written yesterday), math (I have writing out), (.. learned nothing) physics. And yesterday

English theater. Was pretty funny. Excursion Cooler, afternoon and evening even with the whole class, pleasure. Christmas Carol like I do not really like that, but have the house staged in America quite amusing.
Oh yes, Mr. Keuchel was with his class too. And now guess who was sitting directly behind me, .. by chance? Exactly. -.-*
half past eleven at night came home, still very tired.

morning Christmas Bazaar. Topic Caribbean flair. Is great.

Mr. Gwuzdz is just great. The best French teacher of all time. Although he is yet my first. But still - very cool.

And I am so very finally on vacation. Then I created it a go back more often to post something here.
After the holidays it works then again with further citations. Until now I have me a few reminders from the teacher rather restrained. But a little verse I have yet to conclude. Was recently in history.
So, we read, yes. Or rather it myself. Ne?

Neuber: Endschuldige, I told you not been listening level.
Hanna: Why?
Neuber: The pen because I was so distracted.
Hanna: What pen?
Thomas (right behind Hanna, waves its light pen): I!
Neuber: Lights in the dark?
Thomas: No, only in the Hellen

Aigent Agreement Sample

A window, like an art supply store

Painting is also digital joy. :) (Especially with graphics tablet)

Prom Gowns For Rent In Manila

Again!

As announced, only slightly late, a small Review of the past semester. This time also the "real" 1 (I have indeed made by a preparatory semester). There was also testimony and I'm proud as a peacock.
I am with an overall score of 4.5 ("very good") (funny staff: Highest score is 5.0 ("excellent"), all niedrichste below 2.0 ("not sufficient")) is the best in my semester . * Beam *
Ok, there are only nine people and I think we are all too well, and evaluated with too little scattering. But glad I am of course still do. : D




is, to my great surprise typography (4.8 -> excellent), especially because the teacher is not just turning a blind both eyes. but also fun.
tasks were the joining together of their own initials in a logo and creating patterns from a variant.



then we should design a double page of a magazine. Theme was free, or non-existent, it should simply an aesthetic collection of pictures and (blank), text elements, in their view, the feeling stops, it would be a specific theme.




In drawing should we create a sequence of 5 to 7 drawings, one of them taken in the plant habitat or recapture expand overgrow, or the like.
The task was rather labor intensive and involved the whole semester. We started with studies such as these:



Then came new ideas and sketches for interesting compositions and at the end of the sequence. (All with ink)




In the first half of the semester, we had "Spatial Construction of hand / foot / Portrait and quick studies." So for example something like:



That was my first attempt at colored pencil color mixing. Very exciting.


Second Semsterhälfte: life drawing \\ o / As before one of my favorite subjects, even if it is really tiring to see ... there is a cobbled together collage of my Lieblingszeinungen.



The two top left are signed originals. Such astral body, we were not yet placed. * G *
ugly conclusion: Most of nude models have an aversion to razors in all parts of the body. * Scary *


In photography, we should have a tinker Faltbogen on "megalomania of mythical creatures." These are my two favorite "Flight Hung", Aviation, bringing the greatest part of her life in the air or on high places and to optimally adapt to their environment.

The jungle and the city of Hung Hung.




A few examples from "Color and Form", or even painting. Have we not now, unfortunately, more. Is at home would be cumbersome. At least on large formats.
(With themes in parentheses.)

bird of prey with strange colors (exaggeration)


pot candle-light -> I like very much (light situations)


glass of tangerine in it (refraction / distortion)


birds in Orange / Blue (complementary contrast compared with bildinhaltlichem)



For Illustration, we should do a pictorial history of dogs in the city. I can not see any more dogs! And I will never paint again some!

With Gouache:


collage of the initial phase:



And finally, a little older, self-developed image.
My first "real" photo montage! \\ O / (I know I would have to dodge everything, but I like them, just because it is so random and obvious,..))




So, that was so the coarsest. I also have long plagued with this entry because I always had no desire all together.
lasts always: taking photos, edit, sort, select, write, upload, correct. Far too much work. * Laughs *
It's time I make my website. (As if that makes less work ...)

Outdoor Goldfish Ponds

Involved in Debt..?

Yes, today was a great day.
first two hours of sport. I hate eh But today we have Floor Exercise Scores made. I should mention in passing that I am out of athletics (not including fitness training -> Asthma, and throwing -> am relatively weak)'m sporting a big zero. Anyway, I'm in such a turn-things with Küren Showing a very bad anyway, so I thought, I get a 5th And I have a 3 - That pleases me even.
Third and Fourth debtor counseling. With wife Sossau-Thiede, from Caritas. Although she was really nice, but the presentation was boring. And still a full two hours. At least we had no classes for it. Then
German (great new books that are as fat as encyclopedias, and even Robbie Williams is in there) they represent and Latin (on Monday homework). After the very amusing
lunch break (Dona, Meli, Senayd, I love you all very doll), we were French and Latin intensification. The former was quite interesting, and we have made relatively simple tasks, such as Latin had less.


Well, regardless, at least I'm back to current quotes.
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Sossau-Thiede: Parents are often in debt to also score well.
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Sossau-Thiede: Since you are in debt loose fluffy.
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Nina: Art is at least no diarrhea compartment.
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Sossau-Thiede: I'd now like to hand out a few leaves ..
Nina: Yes, you make it .. out!
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Sossau-Thiede: If all else fails it is dependent Hotel Mama!
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Hartl: Since you have to shave wait, as I ..!
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Hartl: She sees that he had secretly eaten bread. Since cold was in the relationship. The love was gone since then.
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Hartl: I've looked at least 50 times.
Ferdi: Have You counted?
Hartl: No. ..
Nathalie: We are proud of you!
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Hanna: I have to recite my poem ..
Hartl: You already get another opportunity to produce up here in front!
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Hartl: I'd like to know why you have your hand on the thigh of your neighbors.
Ferdi: Well, I've felt nothing ..
Hartl: It was thy hand!
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Hartl (about Ferdi and Olis strange approximations): The prelude and background to this incident, I do not know. And I do do not know ..!
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Hartl (via the favor he is doing us the poems he gives us to learn by heart): Let's say like in the disco you cry who, then her: "In my veins, which Fire In! my heart, what a glow! "
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Hanna (to Marcel, after having '2 'due to the classroom!): Yes, Marci, you are already a very nice pike ..
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Gwuzdz .. verbs-Schatzis! __________________________________________ __________________________________________



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Pulmonary Fibroadenoma

Everything will be fine

Today was great. All week, Ms. Damas, Biolehrerin, just like in the last week before the holidays, not there. That is, from today and on Friday one hour earlier. Höhö.

religion today was awesome. We're doing 'new religious movements', including cults, etc. So we have oscillated as a little extra for occult. Everyone has brought a ring, we got a thin thread, and then were allowed to oscillate about such a circle on the edge so things like 'friendship', 'love', 'luck', etc. were. Commuted the ring in a line, whether vertical, horizontal, diagonal, was the response of the pendulum YES, he described a circle, the answer was NO. Yeah, and I have been promised all the good things other than money.
have any case, we found that mean that the pendulum is influenced by blood flow alone, minimal movements and things like minimal. We have then been used and moved the pendulum alone with our thoughts. Real cool if the hand holding very still, and the ring on the thread quasi 'telepathic' controls.

Well, that was the only thing I wanted to get rid Sun Now even the few quotes from today.

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Hanna (after reciting the poem 'Welcome and Farewell', Priest): I war 'ne better grade if I still recite the panther?
Hartl: Say rather the Leopard.
Hanna: I know not .. but
Hartl: Yes, I do not ..!
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Hartl (again about a person from our reading, in speaking of the act): What makes this one? His relieve themselves?
(shortly) All right, this could also be possible ..
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Brinkmann (the slightly absent-acting Matthias): Are you with us?
Matthias: No. ..
Brinkmann: Okay.
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Brinkmann: Man, I'm really angry.
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Brinkmann: As you might have taken notes they have written the same homework.
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Brinkmann: When I want to now collect the homework, reports determined yet who with a question.
Marcel: Oh no, you make it.
Brinkmann: Okay, so then all your questions to the center! _________________________________________ _________________________________________



[Now two quotes from Maxi, 8B]

Ettenhuber: We are also environment if we harm ourselves, we hurt ourselves, too.
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Hartl (points to Corinna): Ha, I'm so my sacrifice!
Corinna (confused): I ..?
Hartl: Yes, you are so beautiful grad caressed your neighbor, maybe you stroke me, too. _________________________________________ _________________________________________



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Examples Of Mercantile Letters

The Luck has ended

Yeah, only a week fall break, and you have to go back to school.
It is cold (and cold I mean COLD), I have had back pain (Yeah, Kora, Dona ..?), and the fatigue is killing me fast. Of course, I'm rather late to bed yesterday, and I'm only seehr late (or early) to sleep, woke up at 4:23 because I had been dreaming, I drink something, and got so thirsty. Well, then I fell asleep and only after a while again, and had to get up too early. Grr.

Nevertheless, there are some new quotes.

Hartl: You can not organize themselves. But
should organize a bit .. you already!
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Nina: I had what right. I'm back .. I'm back!
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Nina: I do not like you anymore. (Slipping away from me)
(a few seconds later) Okay, I have forgiven you after careful consideration.
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Hartl: In the epic much painted.
Ferdi: As in the kindergarten!
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Schmid times wiping the table, Marcel.
Marcel: Say Please!
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Schmid: People ham so much debt because they say 'Oops, the phone bill up again! "
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Schmid: This is the increase of petty larceny - Mouth murder.
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Marcel: Oh yes, I will remember it that they let us go three minutes earlier.
Schmid: Why ..?
Marcel: Because the Lord has so Bibl have only one hour a week of art, and as many hours as they should be able to sacrifice at least 3 minutes.
Schmid: It can have like a few hours from me Latin.
Leo: Yes, the Bible can also be Greek!
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Wolf: Do you have any wishes, questions, suggestions ..?
Leo: Hunger!
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Wolf (above mathematical description): You give this relationship a name ..
Nathalie: Uuh, affair ..! _____________________________________________ _____________________________________________



[Down here when walking to and waiting for the bus]

Dona: if something rhymes, it rhymes with something.
Nathan: Wow, from this perspective that I have not explored yet.
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Nathalie (laughs quite high at a joke)
Dona: Ääh .. That was an octave too high.
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Kora (bending horror to a dead hedgehog on the side of the road): You are fully entered the Hedgehog!
Maxi: But that one was already dead.!
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Kora: Then you have to stop driving by plane .. _____________________________________________ _____________________________________________



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HP: Robbie Williams can read French .. oo (-> King of the Bongo)