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Posted: Mon May 13, 2013 4:41 pm
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ஐShow me how to lie. You’re getting better all the timeஐ
ஐAnd as you step back into line. A mob jumps to their feetஐ
ஐNow dance, dance Man, he never had a chanceஐ
¤¤¤¤¤¤Michelle nodded her head at the nurse's, Ariana's and Ada's suggestion. Ice cold silver eyes fell on her sister once more, before leaving the young girl in the care of the nurse. A Montague. She almost sneered at the name. No matter what her cousin was getting up to with the prat, she still hadn't decided if she forgave him for all that he'd said to Ada, and all the idiotic, obnoxious things he'd done. She was half tempted to turn around, and tell his mother exactly who he was supposedly dating. Her half blood cousin. She didn't think the woman would take that well. And she knew Dominic would be angry if she did. Pissing him off, seemed to be one her life goals. Always. The only reason she decided against telling the nurse right this moment, was for the fact that her beloved sister was in the care of her, and she preferred to not have an irate woman taking care of the young Hufflepuff. She growled low in her throat and followed Ada from the wing. She had caught her best friend's earlier look and knew she had something to tell her.
OOC: Exit somewhere
ஐWith a thousand lies, and a good disguiseஐ
ஐHit ‘em right between the eyesஐ
ஐWhen you walk away, nothing more to sayஐ
ஐSee the lightning in your eyes. See ‘em running for their livesஐ
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Posted: Tue May 14, 2013 4:26 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 09, 2013 6:06 pm
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Posted: Mon Aug 05, 2013 12:40 am
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✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
☾Headmistress ☽
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♡ιηαяι εvεяηιgнт♡
мσσ∂ ---& {In Control}
❝I'm just a bad girl, that's why we get along❞
❝Won't make excuses for anything I'm doing wrong❞
❝I'll pull the trigger in a flash❞
Her heels clicked on the brightly cleaned floors as she entered the wing with the others in toe behind her. She walked up to the main desk looking to see if it was occupied. Turning to Cinq,"You may sit him in one of those chairs for now ." pointing to show the chairs along the wall. Looking arond the corner she asked for one of the other nurses."Nurse Montague? Could we get some assistance please?"She called out not sure of where the healer was at the current moment.
❝Watch out honey, step back❞
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Posted: Mon Aug 05, 2013 12:56 am
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 Amata is...spacespacespacespace CURRENTLY // Looking Festive at the Hospital Wingspace
CURRENTLY // single // crushing // lovingspaces
CURRENTLY WITH // The Headmistress and Professor Moreauspacesp
CURRENTLY FEELING // Anxiousspacespa
CURRENTLY THINKING // 'Oh, God, whatever could be wrong with him?' spacespac
'The rain is falling on my windowpane,
But we are hiding in a safer place.' ═════════════════════════════════
Amata wrung her hands together nervously. After having admitted to herself that her feelings towards Grayson weren't purely platonic, that she was actually attracted to him, her anxiety of his apparent condition had increased tenfold. She stood, silent and waifish, her face paler than normal. This was rather stressful. What if he was sick? What if he was cursed? There were so many possibilities... and none of them were pleasant. She could barely stand still, kept having to stop herself from pacing the room. She bit her lip and crossed her arms, hugging herself. It was all she could do to keep from grabbing him and screaming for him to wake up. This... this was incredibly upsetting for the woman. And the Seer... Amata's hands clenched at the memory of her words. Was this the trouble? Was something really, truly, horribly wrong? What if... what if there was nothing that could be done?
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'Under covers staying safe and warm,
You give me feelings that I adore.'
(( OOC: ))
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Essy ze Ninja Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Aug 05, 2013 7:07 am
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Healer Mary-Louise Montague
Nurse of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
A bit flustered, and far too distraught to really pay attention, she barely noticed the cringing struggle of the door on its hinges as it swept open to reveal the Headmistress a few professors. Mary blinked, and in that instance, rose to her feet and clicked short heels against the white tiles until she slipped out of her office and into the main reception area. ”Headmistress Evernight, Professor Moreau, Professor Harlowe, is something—oh dear,” her dazzling emerald eyes flocked from one face to another until they lingered idly upon the only other professor she hadn’t named. Professor Powell was in a blissful state of unconsciousness, so it seemed. ”What happened?” She blinked as she ushered them deeper into the hospital wing. How so very odd she couldn’t help but note, it wasn’t like it was very often they’d had to treat professors.
”Set him here gently,” she instructed as slipped her wand out of her robe pocket and flicked her wrist, the white sheets of the nearest bed straightened themselves, the blankets slid to allow much more ease to slide him in and still rest the covers over him.
[Move to Grayson Powell’s Bed]
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Posted: Mon Aug 05, 2013 8:26 am
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 C I N Q ° M O R E A U
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H U F F L E P U F F ° G H O U L S & G H O S T S T U D I E S ° S T R I K E R ' S
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Carrying Grayson felt like carrying a sack of potato. Except the potato was breathing and living. Dragging the poor guy all the way to the Hospital Wing made Cinq slightly worried. Not once had the guy shown any signs of movement, or maybe he was just around people who perform karate chops during their sleep for too long a time. But still. For a couple seconds, Cinq believed Powell to be in some sort of a coma, unresponsive and unmoving, almost dead but not really dead. The body radiated heat, and all of those remarks he had made back in the Great Hall made the Hufflepuff believe that no, Powell won't die.
Cinq gently put Powell into a chair, being careful as to not accidentally bash the guy's head against the wall: It wouldn't be pleasant, after all. Then, he rolled his shoulders and stretched his arms into the sky, and said, "Man, was he heavy." Though that came out sounding more casual than that of a man having dragged another all the way to the Hospital Wing.
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❝ Perhaps life is solemn,
And perhaps death is daunting.
But as the undead I am neither. ❞ |
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Posted: Sun Aug 11, 2013 10:19 pm
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Cinnabun Gryffie Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Aug 13, 2013 8:51 pm
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Posted: Tue Aug 13, 2013 10:32 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 17, 2013 9:55 am
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Posted: Sat Aug 17, 2013 10:21 am
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