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Posted: Fri Nov 08, 2013 7:23 pm
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Posted: Fri Nov 08, 2013 7:28 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 10, 2013 1:44 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 10, 2013 6:36 pm
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Blood Status: Muggleborn Wand: Inflexible//13 inches//Laurel//Dragon Heartstring Current Age: 12 Year at Hogwarts: 2nd year Height: 5'3"
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Location: Pitch [Wearing: Uniform for Advanced Flying I] Company: Classmates
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Gah... that answer I gave sounds so vague...
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Ronna had brought her used Cleansweap 11 that she had bought over the summer and had shipped to her at school to keep it quiet from her father. This was a class she was looking forward to merely to improve in her extracurricular activities-it wasn't like she planned on pursuing a career in Quidditch or anything but she did want to be a beater and on the Gryffindor team someday. She wanted to be good at flying, it was good stress relief.
She smiled as Professor Price introduced himself. She hoped to get in the air today, but she didn't know if she was over hoping. With a smile she said, "Veronica Kiss, or Ronna. I'm a Gryffindor and I hope to catch up my flying skills with those who've had a bit more of a head start than me."
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Posted: Sun Nov 10, 2013 6:48 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 10, 2013 9:46 pm
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Eleanora McKenny Hufflepuff Second YearThinking: I wonder how many year-mates will be in this class...? Feeling: Excited Where: Pitch With: Professor, students Wearing: Uniform Single
I'd rather waltz that just walk through the forest The trees keep tempo and sway in time
Nora trotted onto the pitch eagerly, contentedly smiling as the mid-day sun streamed down and seeped into her black and gold robes. Her fiery curls swirled around her shoulders in the wind, although she was too lazy to tie them up at the moment. Falling into line in front of the professor, she flashed the students around her a quick smile and listened to the professor's instructions. 'Won't everyone's reasons be the same...?' she thought, until her eyes caught sight of a gleaming Cleansweep. She sighed in wistful envy, realizing that it was gripped firmly in the hands of Ronna, one of the Gryffindors. Nora mentally reminded herself to get a broom of her own sometimes soon as it was her turn to speak. With a boucing dip of a curtsy, she grinned at the professor. "I'm Nora McKenny, house Hufflepuff. I'd like to try out for the quidditch team at some point, and figured that this class could only help me." she finished with a happy shrug although she couldn't help but feel that she was merely echoing the previous to answers.
Quartets of crickets chime in for the chorus If I were to strun on your heartstrings, would you strum on mine?
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Essy ze Ninja Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Nov 11, 2013 12:26 pm
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I have screamed until my veins collapsed I've waited as my time's elapsed Now, all I do is live with so much hate I've wished for this, I've bitched at that I've left behind this little fact: You cannot kill what you did not create I've gotta say what I've gotta say And then I swear I'll go away But I can't promise you'll enjoy the noise.
𝔇mitri 𝕲rigori 𝔎amenev я никому не уступлю of house Slytherin ___________ Twelve Years Old Second Year ☭
Short legs stretched to cover as much area as possible as he strolled out onto the field where the professor was adamantly waiting. He noticed the foolhardy Lion, she was always so quick to anger, and the timid Hufflepuff, whom always seemed to need a push in certain directions. He, on the other hand, was a little stone testament, unruly, unbent and unbroken, which only made his ideals and stubborn tenacity all the more fierce. ”I be Dmitri Grigori Kamenev, of House Slytherin, ant I hope to gain in the experience for the quidditch team.” His brusque voice tousled with his Russian accent as he spoke and nodded assuredly. His left hand dove in his pocket as his right held onto the handle of his Comet 290, it was old, but it was fast, not near as fast as the latest in the Nimbus line, or the Firebolt, even the Cleansweep Eleven had a little more speed than his broom did, but his was made for quick, death defying change in directions, neck breaking turns and resiliency for properly keeping the goal posts.
We’re never who we say we are. 1.5m (5ft) and 45kg (98lbs)
I guess I'll save the best for last My future seems like one big past ________
You're left with me 'cause you left me no choice
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Posted: Mon Nov 11, 2013 3:49 pm
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Woah, tell me what you think you're looking at Oh, so I think I'm Queen Elizabeth And now I'm stuck inside your memory That's why it's so hard to get rid of me I am incredible, so unforgettable So no one can take my place I am unbreakable, highly flammable So, girl, get out of my face Oh, we got 'em going crazy Maybe 'cause we're so amazing
Jessamine Cathlin Walsh ~ Halfblood Hufflepuff ~Second Year ~ Twin ~ {feeling: excited} {thinking: Flying!} {with: Second Years} {at: Flying}
Finally, a class she legitimately was excited for! And not fake, suck up to the teacher excitement, which everyone did at some point. She practically hugged her new broom like it was her lifeline, only letting go a little as she spoke. "Jess Walsh, Hufflepuff, and I want to be the best Quidditch player I can be, using the knowledge from this class," she smiled sweetly. Bam. Eat your hearts out, teacher's pets. She was going to be such a goody two shoes in this class it wouldn't even be funny.
They can't fix what's not broken.
Everybody in a daze And that's the reason why they're hating Treat us like some superstars And only 'cause that's what we are You know we going really far And you all ain't even heard it all You hate 'cause I'm a rockstar A pretty little problem You hate me 'cause I'm everything that you ever wanted to be And I don't mind 'cause I love it when you're looking at me
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Mon Nov 11, 2013 3:59 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 11, 2013 9:10 pm
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With no apparent rush, Hayden approached the rest of the class that was congregating in the center of the quidditch pitch. She had no interest in striking up conversation, and instead waited for the professor to start the class.
A short, irritated sigh whispered past the Slytherin's lips like a hiss from the forked tongue of a snake. She loathed going through the repetitive introductions that she had come to expect during their first year. Hayden waited until several other students had already volunteered to speak when she finally introduced herself. "Hayden Rhienne Hellington of Slytherin." she recited loudly, pausing for an exaggerated moment to consider what it was that she wanted to take away from the course. "Nothing."
Flying was like second nature to Hayden, and she didn't care to practice the art every day. At Hogwarts, there was no need to fly outside of this class, and she was absolutely disgusted by the sport of quidditch, so in her eyes, Advanced Flying was nothing but a waste of time.
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Posted: Fri Nov 15, 2013 9:51 pm
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Posted: Fri Nov 22, 2013 9:02 am
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☀ When the sun shines, we'll shine together. Told you I'll be here forever. 🍂 Said I'll always be a friend. Took an oath I'ma stick it out till the end.
Terren stood by, patiently awaiting his turn to introduce himself. He was excited for this class, purely because he loved to fly. When it came to be his turn, he exclaimed in a cheerful manner, "My name is Terren Hawthorn, and I'm in Hufflepuff! I wanna be in this class because, well, I love to fly! And my big sisters and my brother play Quidditch and are good at flying, so I wanna be like them!" He was too happy for his own good, this kid. Hopefully he didn't freak anyone out with his hyperactive attitude. He would feel horrible if he made someone uncomfortable.
As the professor began the lecture, Terren took out a bright green notebook and a quill. Most of the information was just a review for him, since he had been on the Hufflepuff team for a whole year now. He knew about Chasers and Beaters and Keepers and especially Seekers. Remy was a great Chaser, and so was his neighbor, Dhylan. His Captain was a Beater. And Romy was a Seeker just like him. 'I wonder if Kerali will tryout for Quidditch when she comes to Hogwarts. That'd be cool if she did. Then all the Hawthorn kids' would have played Quidditch!' he thought as he finished his notes, closing his notebook and returning it and his quill to his bag. "See ya next time, Professor!" Ter said, waving at the man before taking his leave. He would have to remember to bring his broom to the next class. A new flying technique! How exciting!
Now that it's raining more than ever, know that we'll still have each other. ☁ You can stand under my umbrella. You can stand under my umbrella. ☂
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Fri Nov 22, 2013 3:19 pm
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Woah, tell me what you think you're looking at Oh, so I think I'm Queen Elizabeth And now I'm stuck inside your memory That's why it's so hard to get rid of me I am incredible, so unforgettable So no one can take my place I am unbreakable, highly flammable So, girl, get out of my face Oh, we got 'em going crazy Maybe 'cause we're so amazing
Jessamine Cathlin Walsh ~ Halfblood Hufflepuff ~Second Year ~ Twin ~ {feeling: excited} {thinking: Flying!} {with: Second Years} {at: Flying}
Jess scribbled notes carelessly. She already knew this stuff. easy peasy. She'd obsessively read over anything she could find about Quidditch over the summer, and even asked her mother for pointer's. Of course, that had launched her mum into a whole set of stories about her Hogwarts days, but oh well. She'd gotten tips, amidst rants about bad teachers and idiotic Slytherins. Jess got the feeling her mother had been mostly referencing her uncle there.
They can't fix what's not broken.
Everybody in a daze And that's the reason why they're hating Treat us like some superstars And only 'cause that's what we are You know we going really far And you all ain't even heard it all You hate 'cause I'm a rockstar A pretty little problem You hate me 'cause I'm everything that you ever wanted to be And I don't mind 'cause I love it when you're looking at me
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Posted: Fri Nov 22, 2013 3:20 pm
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Sat Nov 30, 2013 6:13 pm
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