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 Posted: Sat Feb 01, 2014 1:40 am
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i m p r e s s s u r p r i s e b e d a z z l e m e - - -
h u f f l e p u f f t a b l e ✖
n o o n e ✖
t h e u s u a l ✖
a m u s e d ✖
s i n g l e ✖
The blonde slid onto the bench, like he did last year, laughing as he halted to a stop on the smooth surface, friction finally doing its job. Second year! Del couldn't believe it had been a year already! Waving at the new first year, the Borson took a seat, resting his head on folded arms as he watched the Sorting.
To think, he had been there just last year! His thoughts wandered off in a little while, as it was apt to do. He wondered about his classmates, his classes, school, life in particular, food and Victor. The upperclassman really was adorable, proven over and over again when he got to see the other boy. Bringing himself out of it, the Hufflepuff brought one leg up on the bench, hugging it close to his body as he continued to watch the Sorting.
The poor dears.
They must be so nervous.
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Posted: Sat Feb 01, 2014 2:09 am
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∞Lɪɢʜᴛ sᴛᴀʀᴛs ɪɴ ᴀ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ∞
∞Tʜᴇ sᴛᴏʀʏ ᴏғ ᴀ ᴄᴀʀ ᴄʜᴀsᴇ∞
∞Aɴᴅ I’ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀɪᴍɪɴᴀʟ∞
∞Aɴᴅ ғʟᴇᴇɪɴɢ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜɪs sᴄᴇɴᴇ∞
∞Aɴᴅ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴄᴀᴜɢʜᴛ ɪɴ ᴀ ʙᴀᴅ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ∞
∞Tʜᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇs ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴᴛʜɪɴᴋᴀʙʟᴇ∞
Dhylan followed Rose and Nell to the hall, but when he heard the redhead's comment, he decided it would be best for him to sit anywhere else. He didn't know what had happened, nor why he was pinned as a rude person, but it made him feel bad nonetheless. He sat at the other end of the table, a heavy feeling in his stomach. He'd just shaken the depression Eun had left him with, and he didn't want to feel it again. Instead, he crossed his arms on the table, then lay his head on top. There. A nice, calm place to think. He hadn't seen or heard anything in the news, and his father never shared anything with him, so how was he to know what went on in Rose's summer? He'd been trying to be polite, was all, but now he felt he shouldn't even talk. Ugh. He'd have to apologize, obviously, as it was never in his nature to be mean to anyone. His head shook a bit, the teen trying to shake away the bitter thoughts lingering at the edge of his mind. Maybe he just needed someone to distract him. He peeked up, looking around for.... for... "Oh.... right." He dropped his head back down, feeling lonely without Heather and Ari. They weren't there to sit with him anymore, so now he just had to hope for someone to sit in either empty seat beside him and decide to strike up a conversation. Hopefully someone who could buoy his emotions back to where they had been just a handful of minutes ago. He sighed, his shoulders visibly slumping toward the table as Dhyl attempted to find something positive to think about.
∞I’ᴍ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʀɪɴᴋ ᴏғ ᴅɪsᴀsᴛᴇʀ∞
∞Sᴛᴀʀɪɴ’ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴsᴇǫᴜᴇɴᴄᴇs∞
∞Sᴏ ʙʀᴀᴋᴇ ʜᴀʀᴅ ᴡᴇ’ʟʟ ʙᴇ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ∞
∞Tᴏɴɪɢʜᴛ I’ʟʟ ᴅᴏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇs ᴛᴏ ғᴀɪʟ∞
∞Gᴏɪɴ’ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ғᴀsᴛᴇʀ∞
∞Jᴜᴍᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴜɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜʀᴏᴡ ɪᴛ ɪɴᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴀʀ∞
∞Bᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴀᴄᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ∞
∞Wᴇ’ʀᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ ᴀsʟᴇᴇᴘ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʜᴇᴇʟ∞
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Cinnabun Gryffie Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Feb 01, 2014 2:58 pm
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Posted: Sat Feb 01, 2014 3:36 pm
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Posted: Sat Feb 01, 2014 6:46 pm
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∞Lɪɢʜᴛ sᴛᴀʀᴛs ɪɴ ᴀ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ∞
∞Tʜᴇ sᴛᴏʀʏ ᴏғ ᴀ ᴄᴀʀ ᴄʜᴀsᴇ∞
∞Aɴᴅ I’ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀɪᴍɪɴᴀʟ∞
∞Aɴᴅ ғʟᴇᴇɪɴɢ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜɪs sᴄᴇɴᴇ∞
∞Aɴᴅ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴄᴀᴜɢʜᴛ ɪɴ ᴀ ʙᴀᴅ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ∞
∞Tʜᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇs ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴᴛʜɪɴᴋᴀʙʟᴇ∞
Dhylan looked up as he heard an unfamiliar voice address him. She looked familiar, and it clicked that Remy had picked her as the head of Music Club, and that her brother (or perhaps cousin) was David, the boy Remy'd been teaching. Her name was Chloe, he was near certain of it. "It is really, really strange. It's like we're in the Twilight Zone." He lifted an eyebrow at her next question, then the next. When she immediately apologized, he couldn't help but chuckle. "Never apologize for being curious, Chloe. The wind never apologizes for ruffling tree leaves." That being said, he figured he should answer her questions. "Last year is pretty intense. Captain greatly intensifies the feeling. NEWTs are going to hit me like a Bludger to the head. On the matter of a Vice Captain, yes, I've settled on someone." He gave a small nod, then pulled a sugar quill from his pocket. He had become a bit addicted to the sweet, and liked to munch on them when he was in thought. Since the tall teen had a certain penchant for being in thought, he had been consuming far too many of the sweets. No one seemed to mind about it, though, as he was still working to regain the weight he'd lost the year prior when he'd all but refused to eat. "How 'bout you? How was your summer?" As soon as the words had left his mouth, he felt a mix of nervous and guilty, glancing over at Rose and Nell. Oh well. Chloe didn't seem the type to get upset easily, and if she did, he'd just have to take it like a man.
∞I’ᴍ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʀɪɴᴋ ᴏғ ᴅɪsᴀsᴛᴇʀ∞
∞Sᴛᴀʀɪɴ’ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴsᴇǫᴜᴇɴᴄᴇs∞
∞Sᴏ ʙʀᴀᴋᴇ ʜᴀʀᴅ ᴡᴇ’ʟʟ ʙᴇ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ∞
∞Tᴏɴɪɢʜᴛ I’ʟʟ ᴅᴏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇs ᴛᴏ ғᴀɪʟ∞
∞Gᴏɪɴ’ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ғᴀsᴛᴇʀ∞
∞Jᴜᴍᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴜɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜʀᴏᴡ ɪᴛ ɪɴᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴀʀ∞
∞Bᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴀᴄᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ∞
∞Wᴇ’ʀᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ ᴀsʟᴇᴇᴘ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʜᴇᴇʟ∞
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Cinnabun Gryffie Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Feb 01, 2014 7:27 pm
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∞Lɪɢʜᴛ sᴛᴀʀᴛs ɪɴ ᴀ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ∞
∞Tʜᴇ sᴛᴏʀʏ ᴏғ ᴀ ᴄᴀʀ ᴄʜᴀsᴇ∞
∞Aɴᴅ I’ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀɪᴍɪɴᴀʟ∞
∞Aɴᴅ ғʟᴇᴇɪɴɢ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜɪs sᴄᴇɴᴇ∞
∞Aɴᴅ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴄᴀᴜɢʜᴛ ɪɴ ᴀ ʙᴀᴅ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ∞
∞Tʜᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇs ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴᴛʜɪɴᴋᴀʙʟᴇ∞
Dhylan nodded at Chloe, a small grin quirking the corner of his lips. He liked her already. She reminded him of his sister in some ways. "It wasn't too horrible, no, just a lot of thoughts to think out." She spoke of all the things she'd done that summer, giving him a bubble of relief to know he hadn't offended her in any way. "I play guitar too, did you know? I don't think I've ever played it in Music Club though..." He thought for a second, munching at the sugar quill again. When Chloe mentioned she was going to try out, his eyes lit up with excitement. He'd been fretting all summer over the team, but every confirmation of attendance soothed him a bit. "What are you going to try out for, if you don't mind my curiosity?" He gave a lopsided grin, his hair falling over his eyes a bit. His long fingers brushed it out of the way, blue eyes continuing to glow with excitement.
∞I’ᴍ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʀɪɴᴋ ᴏғ ᴅɪsᴀsᴛᴇʀ∞
∞Sᴛᴀʀɪɴ’ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴsᴇǫᴜᴇɴᴄᴇs∞
∞Sᴏ ʙʀᴀᴋᴇ ʜᴀʀᴅ ᴡᴇ’ʟʟ ʙᴇ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ∞
∞Tᴏɴɪɢʜᴛ I’ʟʟ ᴅᴏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇs ᴛᴏ ғᴀɪʟ∞
∞Gᴏɪɴ’ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ғᴀsᴛᴇʀ∞
∞Jᴜᴍᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴜɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜʀᴏᴡ ɪᴛ ɪɴᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴀʀ∞
∞Bᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴀᴄᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ∞
∞Wᴇ’ʀᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ ᴀsʟᴇᴇᴘ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʜᴇᴇʟ∞
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Cinnabun Gryffie Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Feb 01, 2014 8:24 pm
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∞Lɪɢʜᴛ sᴛᴀʀᴛs ɪɴ ᴀ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ∞
∞Tʜᴇ sᴛᴏʀʏ ᴏғ ᴀ ᴄᴀʀ ᴄʜᴀsᴇ∞
∞Aɴᴅ I’ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀɪᴍɪɴᴀʟ∞
∞Aɴᴅ ғʟᴇᴇɪɴɢ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜɪs sᴄᴇɴᴇ∞
∞Aɴᴅ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴄᴀᴜɢʜᴛ ɪɴ ᴀ ʙᴀᴅ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ∞
∞Tʜᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇs ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴᴛʜɪɴᴋᴀʙʟᴇ∞
Dhylan thought back to when exactly it was that he'd begun learning the instrument. "A couple years before school is when I first started plucking around with it, but I didn't really get the hang of it and start learning songs until second or third year. I was better at the drums." He nodded, then smiled at her choice ideas for the team. "I know we're about to be in high supply of both. Next year, the team'll be without myself and Ada, thus dropping two Chasers. And according to last year, we don't have reserves for that spot. in two years, we'll need another Beater, assuming everyone that tried out last year returns this one." He nodded, having worked out every detail of the team, including any potential issues and/or possible flaws. When the girl mentioned her surprise at Dhyl not talking her away from the team, he lifted an eyebrow. "Who am I to deny someone of that? You have just as much right as anyone else to try out. Heck, I actively encourage it. I played for years on the team, and I'm glad to welcome new people to learn and play. It would be a tad hypocritical of me to turn people away from the team, then go and ask others to join." He was honestly confused why Chloe thought he'd deny her! He wouldn't deny a bunny if it showed the ability to fly, let alone a student.
∞I’ᴍ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʀɪɴᴋ ᴏғ ᴅɪsᴀsᴛᴇʀ∞
∞Sᴛᴀʀɪɴ’ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴsᴇǫᴜᴇɴᴄᴇs∞
∞Sᴏ ʙʀᴀᴋᴇ ʜᴀʀᴅ ᴡᴇ’ʟʟ ʙᴇ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ∞
∞Tᴏɴɪɢʜᴛ I’ʟʟ ᴅᴏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇs ᴛᴏ ғᴀɪʟ∞
∞Gᴏɪɴ’ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ғᴀsᴛᴇʀ∞
∞Jᴜᴍᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴜɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜʀᴏᴡ ɪᴛ ɪɴᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴀʀ∞
∞Bᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴀᴄᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ∞
∞Wᴇ’ʀᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ ᴀsʟᴇᴇᴘ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʜᴇᴇʟ∞
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Cinnabun Gryffie Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Feb 02, 2014 11:53 am
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 ______________________________________________________ A L A S T R I N E…..W Y N N E…..W H I T L O W 1 1…..-…..F I R S T…..Y E A R…..-…..H U F F L E P U F F
The Sorting Hat spoke to her lack of self-confidence. Was it so obvious? The hat had to only pause a moment before sorting her into Hufflepuff. Ally was frozen on the stool for a moment. She had been so focused on the other three houses that she hadn’t even considered Hufflepuff. Her parents had both been Gryffindor, from long lines of Gryffindors, so she had wondered if she was destined to keep that going. Or, given the bit of bitterness and anger that her parents death had left in her, she wondered if she would be headed to the table of the serpent. Then, now that she was under the care of her father’s former Auror partner, Leo, she wondered if she would follow him into Gryffindor.
But it was Hufflepuff for her. The hat was lifted from her head and she made her way to the Hufflepuff table slowly, pondering on this surprise. Slowly, a smile curved on her lips and her face lit up. This was great! She didn’t have to follow anyone else’s path. This was her path. Something new and different. By the time she reached the table of her house, she was positively elated.
Sitting down on an empty portion of the bench, she turned and smiled at the others with a small wave. Looking across the way, she saw that Anita was Sorted into Slytherin. But, she knew that since all First Years had classes together, she would get to see her again. The Sorting was still going on, so she turned to watch and see who else would join them in Hufflepuff. But though her eyes were watching the Sorting, her ears were intently listening to the conversation about Quidditch that two of the older students were having. As the older boy talked about encouraging everyone to try out, Ally turned her gaze back to them and felt a surge of courage rise in her chest.
Her voice sounded shockingly eager and self-assured, even to her own ears. But it seemed the excitement of the Sorting was making her bold as she politely interjected into their conversation. ”Excuse me, I couldn’t help but overhear your conversation about the Quidditch try-outs. Are First Years allowed to try out? I have flying experience.”
One of the upsides of growing up with both magical parents and living in a small magical community, she had a lot more freedom than some Muggle-born kids that had to live in the city. Her parents had a little toy broom for her when she was very small that would just hover above the ground a little and would go really slowly. But once she got a bit taller, she was allowed to play a bit with her mother’s Silver Arrow. In fact, she still had that broom packed away with the other things of her parents. She and some of the other kids would fly little races through a nearby meadow or play catch with a makeshift Quaffle. They never had enough kids to play an actual game. Let alone that they didn’t have Bludgers or a Snitch. But Ally had been to many professional games. Her father was a firm fan of Chudley Cannons, despite their repeatedly poor performances.
Ally had never really thought about playing Quidditch herself, but now, now that she was realizing that she didn’t have to follow all the same choices that her parents or even Leo had made, she realized that she really wanted to. Her blue eyes were intent on the older boy that appeared to be the authority on Quidditch in the conversation.
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Cinnabun Gryffie Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Feb 02, 2014 12:12 pm
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∞Lɪɢʜᴛ sᴛᴀʀᴛs ɪɴ ᴀ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ∞
∞Tʜᴇ sᴛᴏʀʏ ᴏғ ᴀ ᴄᴀʀ ᴄʜᴀsᴇ∞
∞Aɴᴅ I’ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀɪᴍɪɴᴀʟ∞
∞Aɴᴅ ғʟᴇᴇɪɴɢ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜɪs sᴄᴇɴᴇ∞
∞Aɴᴅ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴄᴀᴜɢʜᴛ ɪɴ ᴀ ʙᴀᴅ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ∞
∞Tʜᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇs ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴᴛʜɪɴᴋᴀʙʟᴇ∞
Dhylan grinned, excited that there would be fresh faces at tryouts this year. "Yea! I can train you to excel and all! Plus, you'll have Ada to help! A-and it'll be fun!" It was obvious to see the excitement in his blue eyes, then a first year asked if she too could try out, and he nodded. "Yes, yes of course! You just have to get a Flying certification from Flying class and show up! Hufflepuff could certainly use all the help we can get!" He looked back at Chloe, the girl saying she was afraid of heights. Hmm.... he'd have to think of something for that. "Don't worry. I've passed the Quaffle to catch someone before, and I'll do it again in a heartbeat. I'm not about to let anyone, my team or another, fall.... unless they've been Bludgeoned enough to knock them out. Then again, If I were hit that bad, I'd expect to fall nicely to the arms of a Healer."
∞I’ᴍ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʀɪɴᴋ ᴏғ ᴅɪsᴀsᴛᴇʀ∞
∞Sᴛᴀʀɪɴ’ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴsᴇǫᴜᴇɴᴄᴇs∞
∞Sᴏ ʙʀᴀᴋᴇ ʜᴀʀᴅ ᴡᴇ’ʟʟ ʙᴇ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ∞
∞Tᴏɴɪɢʜᴛ I’ʟʟ ᴅᴏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇs ᴛᴏ ғᴀɪʟ∞
∞Gᴏɪɴ’ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ғᴀsᴛᴇʀ∞
∞Jᴜᴍᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴜɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜʀᴏᴡ ɪᴛ ɪɴᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴀʀ∞
∞Bᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴀᴄᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ∞
∞Wᴇ’ʀᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ ᴀsʟᴇᴇᴘ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʜᴇᴇʟ∞
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