From the 2nd - 8th August, me and Emma, aka Captain Jake Murdoch A Robin Hood dude. She doesn't have HP RP, sorry. Can you tell I'm copying and pasting?, will be away. Where, you ask? Well our fathers have agreed to send us to the Cadets training camp for a week. Yeah, that's right, Cadets. Because we're clearly such freakking rebels. Huh.
Actually, that was a lie. To test you. You all failed. We are just going away for a random week away. Give ourselves a break. We deserve it after all the hardcore role playing, don't you think?
We're going to England. Yay us!

Becky
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"People were cheering out in the Entrance Hall. They all swivelled around in their seats, and saw Angelina Johnson coming into the Hall, grinning in an embarrassed way. A tall black girl who played Chaser on the Gryffindor Quidditch team, Angelina came over to them, sat down and said, 'Well, I've just done it! Just put my name in!'
'You're kidding!' said Ron, looking impressed.
'Are you seventeen, then?' asked Harry.
' 'Course she is. Can't see a beard, can you?' said Ron.
GOF, p.230
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'Who're you going with, then?' said Ron.
'Angelina,' said Fred promptly, without a trace of embarrassment.
'What?' said Ron, taken aback, 'You've already asked her?'
'Good point,' said Fred. He turned his head, and called across the common room, 'Oi, Angelina!'
Angelina, who had been chatting to Alicia Spinnet near the fire, looked over at him.
'What?' she called back.
'Want to come to the ball with me?'
Angelina gave Fred an appraising sort of look.
'All right, then,' she said, and she turned back to Alicia and carried on chatting, with a bit of a grin on her face.
GOF, p.343
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'No, I don't like it,' Harry lied, and he led her away from the dance floor, past Fred and Angelina, who were dancing so exuberantly that people around them were backing away for fear of injury.
GOF, p. 366
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Before Hermionie could answer, a tall black girl with long braided hair had marched up to Harry.
'Hi, Angelina.'
'Hi,' she said briskly, 'good summer?' And without waiting for an answer, 'Listen, I've been made Gryffindor Quidditch Captain.'
'Nice one,' said Harry, grinning at her; he suspected Angelina's pep talks might not be as long-winded as Oliver Wood's had been, which could only be an improvement.
OotP, p.203
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He had barely reached the entrance of the Great Hall, however, when a loud and angry voice yelled, 'Oi, Potter!'
'What now?' he muttered wearily, turning to face Angelina Johnson, who looked as though she were in a towering temper.
'I'll tell you what now,' she said, marching straight up to him and poking him hard in the chest with her finger. 'How come you've landed yourself in detention for five o'clock on Friday?'
'What?' said Harry, 'Why... oh yeah, Keeper tryouts!'
'Now he remembers!' snarled Angelina. 'Didn't I tell you I wanted to do a tryout with the whole team, and find someone who fitted in with everyone? Didn't I tell you I'd booked the Quidditch Pitch specially? And now you've decided you're not going to be there!'
'I didn't decide not to be there!' said Harry, stung by the injustice of these words. 'I got detention from that Umbridge woman, just because I told her the truth about You-Know-Who.'
'Well, you can just go straight to her and ask her to let you off on Friday,' said Angelina fiercely, 'and I don't care how you do it. Tell her You-Know-Who's a figure of your imagination, if you like, just make sure you're there!'
OotP, p.237
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'You know what?' Harry said to Ron and Hermionie as they entered the Great Hall. 'I think we'd better check with Puddlemere United whether Oliver Wood's been killed during a training session, because Angelina seems to be channeling his spirit.'
OotP, p.238
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As Ron moved away, Angelina came striding up to Harry.
'Sorry I was a bit short with you earlier, Potter,' she said abruptly. 'It's stressful this managing lark, you know, I'm starting to think I was a bit hard on Wood sometimes.'
OotP, p.248
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'Well, they don't look bright enough to tell one end of a broom from the other,' said Angelina, pocketing the parchment, 'but then I was always surprised Derrick and Bole managed to find their way onto the pitch without signposts.'
OotP, p.359
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'And it's Johnson -- Johnson with the Quaffle, what a player that girl is, I've been saying it for years but she still won't go out with me --'
'JORDAN!' yelled Professor McGonagall.
OotP, p.360
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'Leave it!' said Angel