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As they both Calmed down there neighs turned to helpless laughter. Gryffindor lay down in the snow,as did tribute. They laughed,they couldn't help it. They remembered. They remembered all there old jokes and fun. Memory's came flooding back to him and,as they did,the fact that he had found Gryffindor,his long lost brother,was still sinking in. He didn't believe his luck. He kept telling himself It can't be true. My luck is totally unreal.
Soon enough both horses were chatting like they had never been parted. Tribute stood up,shaking the snow of his body. He blended so well with the snow t was almost impossible to see him. The green strikes in his mane and tail was covered by the white hairs. His green swirls were faded so they were white,as they did in winter to make himself invisible. "So now Gryffindor,I shell go. And you,if you so choose to,will follow." He winked at Gryffindor,and with that,cantered of into the woods. His neck was arches as he effortlessly glided along the snow.not making a sound.
(OOC:Lost my code ehe)
