Post by Andrew Hamilton on Sept 5, 2012 3:08:24 GMT -5
Andrew N. Hamilton
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so if by the time the bar closes
----------------and you feel like falling down
----------------and you feel like falling down
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i'll carry you home
-------tonight, we are young
-------tonight, we are young
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so let's set the world on fire
-------we can burn brighter than the sun
-------we can burn brighter than the sun
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Taps his fingers when he's impatient, and doesn't bother to hide the fact he's bored[/ul]
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the moon is on my side
------------------i have no reason to run
------------------i have no reason to run
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Growing up in a family like the Hamiltons has made Andrew a wary person, which turned him rather two-faced. He can be the finest suave gentleman who keeps things at a shallow level, or he can switch turn that button off and become completely careless about his reputation and go for his instincts, which means fucking around with people. It almost seems like he's turned into black and white, however, he does know how to chill with friends when he needs to simply relax and have a good time.
All in all, Andrew's childhood is nothing out of the ordinary. He's been surrounded by friends, magic, the liberty to do pretty much what you want as a child. His parents haven't been the most affectionate or the understanding people, however, it's nothing that prevents him from being just fine on a normal day. He's just like any other teenager, with desires and goals to achieve.[/ul]
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so will someone come and
------------------------carry me home tonight
------------------------carry me home tonight
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The bell rung and announced Beatrice's arrival as she stepped inside. She had expected the place to be sweltering, considering the temperature outside, and the amount of people inside - but the room was surprisngly cool and comfortable. Little children were standing on top of each other in the queue, with crazy eyes that could kill if they didn't get their precious little treat. She recognized some Hogwarts students too. A Slytherin girl in 4th year was standing there with her friend, laughing uncontrollably about something- that was, until certain someone got up from his spot, paced over to the girl with a vicious look in his eyes.
"Shut up."
A smirk curled on Bea's lips when she saw who the boy was. He was already back on his seat again, and continued to eat his sundae as if nothing's happened. The parlour remained silent after his outburst. Bea wasn't sure what to do yet, since she was in the middle of the queue herself. She held her composure as she watched him carefully in the corner of her eye, not completely sure if he had noticed her. She placed her chin between a slender index finger and her thumb, and "hmm'd" as she pondered about what to do. The boy tilted his head to the side and looked at the 4th year. "My apologies, I didn't mean it." Wow, he almost sounded like he meant it. But he wasn't fooling Bea, she knew him better than that. The 4th year looked terrified at him as she managed to force out some poor words between her stutters.
A snort escaped her mouth as she watched the two of them. The girl eventually turned away from him, and continued whatever gossip she had with her friend again, only in whispers this time. That settled it. Bea left the queue and walked over to him, with a satisfied smirk on her lips. "Is this how you treat young ladies, Parkinson?" she asked with a silky voice as she placed a had on her hip.
Let the game begin.[/quote][/ul]
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carry me home tonight
-------------just carry me home tonight
-------------just carry me home tonight