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slytherin
Slytherin! You're classy to the core, favoring the
traditionally finest things the world has to
offer. While you may or may not be evil *wink*
you certainly have the power and attitude to
get what you want. You're clever as all heck,
and tend to be a couple steps ahead of even the
most astute Ravenclaw.


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mijbril
Mar. 11th, 2003 05:07 am (UTC)
Same here!!

Can't help you with your above quest either, sorry....
halloranelder
Mar. 11th, 2003 05:16 am (UTC)
You even look like Snape too!
paxford
Mar. 11th, 2003 05:23 am (UTC)
Snicker... But Green is GOOD!!!
Besides I rather suspect the result depends on how you answer the following question...

"As you cross the courtyard, you approach Harry, Ron, and Hermione....you:"

Hands up all those that answered...

"Roll your eyes as the earth shifts on its axis once again so as to better orbit the three of them."

:-p
paradigmshifty
Mar. 13th, 2003 01:33 am (UTC)
Re: Snicker... But Green is GOOD!!!
Nope - not me... Still got the same result, but didn't use that answer.
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Desert Rose

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of fire
Those dreams are tied to a horse that will never tire
And in the flames
Her shadows play in the shape of a man's desire

This desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

And as she turns
This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams
This fire burns
I realize that nothing's as it seems

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of rain
I lift my gaze to empty skies above
I close my eyes
This rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of her love

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

Sweet desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

Sweet desert rose
This memory of Eden haunts us all
This desert flower
This rare perfume, is the sweet intoxication of the fall

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