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Nov. 5th, 2011 06:06 pm[And, suddenly -- fireworks. Bursting in the sky, near the lake, in a variety of colors, though they seem to stray more to green than most other colors, but the largest ones are red, orange, and bursts of yellow and white.
Tom lowers his wand before offering a vague smile toward the PCD, speaking in his usual quiet calm way, but with the slightest hint of mischief to his tone, as if he knows a secret you do not.]
Remember, remember, the Fifth of November, the gunpowder treason and plot.
[He pockets his wand and his hands, before glancing back up toward the sky, at the constant fireworks.]
I see no reason why gunpowder treason should ever be forgot.
[And then, with a crackle, the feed ends, but soon, Tom sends a text.]
( [Filtered to Lady Morgana // Private // Unhackable] )
Tom lowers his wand before offering a vague smile toward the PCD, speaking in his usual quiet calm way, but with the slightest hint of mischief to his tone, as if he knows a secret you do not.]
Remember, remember, the Fifth of November, the gunpowder treason and plot.
[He pockets his wand and his hands, before glancing back up toward the sky, at the constant fireworks.]
I see no reason why gunpowder treason should ever be forgot.
[And then, with a crackle, the feed ends, but soon, Tom sends a text.]
( [Filtered to Lady Morgana // Private // Unhackable] )
