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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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 Posted: Fri May 02, 2014 7:53 pm
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Like a, like a, like a bullet train
Moving like the speed of sound
Feet can't keep on the ground
Can't stay in one place Keep moving like a bullet train
Like a, like a, like a bullet train
'Cause I can't stop time
You keep blurring in my mind
Uriel Adair Scott - Muggleborn - Fifth Year - Hufflepuff - Prefect - [feeling: awkward as all-get-out] [thinking: ...] [with: Iris, Hufflepuffs] [at: Hufflepuff Table]
Uriel was a prefect, which meant as tired as he was, he still had to sit up straight, plaster his best, most benevolent smile on his face, and clap loudly and exhaustively for each and every first year sorted, especially the ones sorted into Hufflepuff. Which he did, until finally he felt like he could take a break from being a good role model, and he glanced at a first year girl smiling shyly who had just sat down. "Hello," he said congenially. "I'm Uriel Scott, a prefect. Welcome to Hufflepuff." Then he sat there, stewing in his own awkward realization that was the most artificial, simpering sounding greeting he had ever heard in his life, and laughed in spite of himself. "Or, to sound less like a pompous idiot- Hi, I'm Uriel, and you are?"
If you can't do something smart, do something right.
And space is undefined
These tracks left behind
We can't stay the same
Can't stop this train I can't find the brakes
On this bullet train
'Cause I can't stop
Like a, like a, like a bullet train
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Posted: Fri May 02, 2014 8:00 pm
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Fri May 02, 2014 8:23 pm
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Like a, like a, like a bullet train
Moving like the speed of sound
Feet can't keep on the ground
Can't stay in one place Keep moving like a bullet train
Like a, like a, like a bullet train
'Cause I can't stop time
You keep blurring in my mind
Uriel Adair Scott - Muggleborn - Fifth Year - Hufflepuff - Prefect - [feeling: awkward as all-get-out] [thinking: ...] [with: Iris, Hufflepuffs] [at: Hufflepuff Table]
Uriel was a bit taken aback by just how quiet the redheaded little girl was. He was generally used to loudness after all; his sister was a Hufflepuff and she never shut up, and a lot of his housemates were rather talkative and outgoing. Maybe he was making her nervous? He frowned a little at that thought. He didn't think he was very intimidating. Average height and weight for a boy his age, still baby-faced, longish blond hair, big blue eyes... sometimes he hated how very young he really did look. He shaved, though! Well... he got a bit of stubble. That probably counted for something, though, right? At least his voice was done breaking, and he'd come to accept that it would never be very deep. Anyways. Back to the matter at hand... "How are you liking Hogwarts? So far?" he added on to his question, since the girl had probably just seen the entrance and this hall and that was about it. "And how was your Sorting?" He wondered if she had wanted or expected to be put in this house. Not everyone liked Hufflepuff, after all. They still had a bit of a reputation as being sort of... namby pamby.
If you can't do something smart, do something right.
And space is undefined
These tracks left behind
We can't stay the same
Can't stop this train I can't find the brakes
On this bullet train
'Cause I can't stop
Like a, like a, like a bullet train
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Posted: Fri May 02, 2014 8:33 pm
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 Iris Alethea Whitte~Hufflepuff First Year~Pure Blood
My heart can't possibly break.....
Iris smiled and shrugged slightly, somehow making the motion faintly elegant, like she had been taught. Apparently, he just wanted to talk? "I haven't seen much of the school yet, but the view as we crossed the lake was pretty," Iris replied. "And I wasn't sure what house I would be placed in. Some say it runs in families, so I suppose Hufflepuff makes sense. It was my mother's house," she told the boy. She carefully kept her pleasant expression as she did so, not letting the distaste seep out. She really hadn't thought she would end up in her mother's house. How had she even ended up here, among all these happy, trusting little idiots?
.....When it wasn't even whole to start with
x Hufflepuff x OoC:
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Posted: Fri May 02, 2014 10:16 pm
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 Dorien is...spacespacespacespace CURRENTLY // Looking Curious in the Hufflepuff Tablespace
CURRENTLY // singlespaces
CURRENTLY WITH // Housematesspacesp
CURRENTLY FEELING // Hungryspacespa
CURRENTLY THINKING // 'Maybe I should've asked mum to pack a lunch...' spacespac ☼ ☼ ☼ We go wherever we want to, do what we like to do
We don't have time to get restless, there's always something new. ☼ ☼ ☼ ═════════════════════════════════════════════════
spaceDorian shook his head a bit, laughing. "No way! Blue's my favorite color, but it's not the only one! And besides, like you said, the yellow looks nice, right? And anyway, I don't think I'm quite Ravenclaw material; they're supposed to be really bookish and smart, right? I guess I'm smart, but not that smart. And I'd rather talk to people than read a book most of the time," he told her, smiling. He didn't have anything against books, of course, he did love to read, but he felt like there was more to life than books. Why just read about daring adventures when you could make an adventure of your own? Why read and get to know fictional people you'd never have a real conversation with when you could talk to a person and hear their story? That was why he loved Hogwarts so much; here, even school could be an adventure, and all the people were interesting. Even his history class was at least a little cool; it was still pretty boring at times, but at least he wasn't learning the same thing over and over again, and there was cool magic stuff in it.
spaceWhen she asked about his brothers, he gave a simple nod, smiling a bit. "Yeah, apparently we're double-rare, or something, because we're all magical. My parents aren't magical, but all three of us are. The guy who came and told us about Hogwarts, he said that it was rare for... muggle? families to have more than one kid who was a wizard. I think we're all wizards because we're identical, though. We're exactly alike right down to the most minute bit of DNA, so why wouldn't we all be magic, right?" He shrugged. At the question of how they'd taken the hair change, he laughed again, shaking his head. "No thoughts of murder, at least as far as I know. I think we were all too busy laughing at how baffled our nanny was; she was awful, we hated her. The hair thing finally got her to quit, she said we were a bunch of little freaks, so we were sort of happy to see her go. And confused, I mean, I know people's hair can change color as you get older, but not blue!" He laughed at the memory. It'd been pretty funny to watch, really, all the adults in their lives floundering about, trying to figure out how to 'fix' it. At first their mother had been sure that they'd gotten hold of some permanent markers and colored it, but the fact that there were no marks on their scalps and it wouldn't wash out or even fade had proven that theory wrong. He'd just thought it was funny, really. And it'd gotten rid of that horrible nanny, so he'd been happy.
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☼ ☼ ☼ We're just tryin' to be friendly, come and watch us sing and play!
We're the young generation, and we've got something to say. ☼ ☼ ☼
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Posted: Sat May 03, 2014 5:32 am
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Cathy or Cate
Cathaline Acacia League
❤ Hufflepuff ❤
❤I am a first year.
❤My wand is... 8 ½ inches, acacia wood, with fairy hair core, springy, and spiraled.
❤My directions say I am... {At the Hufflepuff Table and The Hufflepuffs/Dori}
❤ You want to know more about me? ❤ Wearing: Hufflepuff Uniform ❤ (Oh and my big brother? He's a 3rd year Ravenclaw.) ❤
❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤
Cathy smiled as she heard Dori talk, enjoying his positive personality and the fact he said he rather talk to people than read a book most of the time. "That's why I learn languages," Cathy said brightly, "I think it is fun to be able to talk to more people or learn more about people. The more languages you know the more ways you can do that. I love getting to know people, everyone has their own unique story. You don't just have to read books to learn after all."
When Dori explained about how the triplets were identical but it was supposedly surprising they all were magical Cathy raised a brow and said, "I wonder if DNA is what determines whether you can do magic or not? But if you all are identical you should at least have mostly the same innate qualities," She ended with a shrug. "Science wasn't a huge interest of mine, I only know the little bit about medicine and stuff that I picked up from hearing from my brother or my dad-he's a surgeon actually. Though he argues that more than half his work should be considered art and he just has to have medical knowledge not to ruin the sculpting of humans or something."
When she listened to when Dori explained about the nanny and her eyes grew wide and she said, "That nanny sounds terrible! Why didn't your parents fire someone who would say something like that about people, especially her charges? All my nannies also would serve as language tutors for me, so I went through a couple. My last one Miss Tsai is really awesome. I visit her family sometimes and they're all really nice. Her grandmother is really cool she has the best stories, at first it was hard to keep up because they were all in Chinese, but my Mandarin caught up quicker because of it, I think."
"Anyways, if you had that horrible of a nanny, I would think even if your brothers hated the color blue they would think it was worth it to see her leave... though I don't think people who are that mean could really be happy. They are more of people to pity in a way..." She trailed off when the hat called Leena's name and to her slight disappointment Leena end up not in Hufflepuff but Gryffindor. At least there was a couple people in her year in Hufflepuff. A girl who didn't seem entirely happy about the placement but was also talking to an older student and then some other girl named Arianna who hadn't joined the table yet.
{ }
Even if I laugh or cry or don't get rewarded
I will love that life
There doesn't have to be anything that's perfect
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Sat May 03, 2014 10:17 am
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Like a, like a, like a bullet train
Moving like the speed of sound
Feet can't keep on the ground
Can't stay in one place Keep moving like a bullet train
Like a, like a, like a bullet train
'Cause I can't stop time
You keep blurring in my mind
Uriel Adair Scott - Muggleborn - Fifth Year - Hufflepuff - Prefect - [feeling: awkward as all-get-out] [thinking: ...] [with: Iris, Hufflepuffs] [at: Hufflepuff Table]
Uriel shrugged in turn, though his was much less elegant and more like he was finally relaxing his shoulders. "I wanted to be a Gryffindor, like my mum. Obviously, that didn't happen... My brother's a lion, though, and my sister's a Hufflepuff like me. She's probably around here somewhere, or she's gone and sneaked over to the Gryffindor table." Sometimes he felt like Jess fit in much more over there, with all the raucous laughter and passionate conversation. He glanced back at the first year. "Looking forward to your classes? I've got OWLS this year, so it'll be mostly cram studying for me... But first year was fun. I liked it, though I did get lost a lot."
If you can't do something smart, do something right.
And space is undefined
These tracks left behind
We can't stay the same
Can't stop this train I can't find the brakes
On this bullet train
'Cause I can't stop
Like a, like a, like a bullet train
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Posted: Sat May 03, 2014 1:59 pm
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Posted: Sat May 03, 2014 4:01 pm
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Posted: Sun May 04, 2014 6:47 pm
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Posted: Mon May 05, 2014 2:21 pm
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Like a, like a, like a bullet train
Moving like the speed of sound
Feet can't keep on the ground
Can't stay in one place Keep moving like a bullet train
Like a, like a, like a bullet train
'Cause I can't stop time
You keep blurring in my mind
Uriel Adair Scott - Muggleborn - Fifth Year - Hufflepuff - Prefect - [feeling: awkward as all-get-out] [thinking: ...] [with: Iris, Hufflepuffs] [at: Hufflepuff Table]
Uriel smiled. "Well, they're not exactly normal classes. I'm sure you'll be fine." There was always some adjusting to be done for first years, he supposed. Getting used to learning about magic and all that, especially if they had gone to muggle school previously. He wondered what sort of background Iris came from. She seemed to know enough to be at least a halfblood, but maybe she'd done a lot of reading up on Hogwarts and was from a muggle family, or she could just be a pureblood. You never could tell just by looking at someone, after all. "Yeah, everything sort of has a mind of its own, but you get used to it after a while." He tried to sound reassuring.
If you can't do something smart, do something right.
And space is undefined
These tracks left behind
We can't stay the same
Can't stop this train I can't find the brakes
On this bullet train
'Cause I can't stop
Like a, like a, like a bullet train
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Mon May 05, 2014 2:30 pm
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I'm not yours, and you're not mine...
But we can sit and pass the time.
No fighting wars, no ringing chimes...
We're just feeling fine. This is where we're supposed to be.
Sitting by a broken tree.
No tragedy, no poetry...
Just staring at the sky...
I like it here beside you, dear: Tense
You're even more than you appear: Morven...
And in the clouds my head is clear: Chloe, Hufflepuffs
Every time you say hello: Hufflepuff Table
N E W L Y N | T A R A | V A S S
H U F F L E P U F F | B L O O D T R A I T O R | S E V E N T H Y E A R 
Newlyn heard her friend's mutter and forced a small smile onto her face. "It's alright. I just... I'd like to be able to keep a better eye on her, is all." From the Hufflepuff table, Slytherin seemed like some foreign land, taking Morven even further away. She could barely get on the same page as the young girl as it was. This would just make them even more different. She shook her head a little, as if trying to clear any further bad thoughts from it. "There's nothing I can do about it, anyways. I just hope she makes some friends. Maybe she'll find something in common with the rest of them." Actually, she was worried her sister might have a little too much in common with the other Slytherins.
SO HERE'S MY HEART, AND HERE'S MY MOUTH.
I could wait a thousand hours!
Stay the same in sun and showers...
Pick apart a hundred flowers!
Just to be quiet. Tell me when you feel ready.
I'm the one, there's not too many.
Hold my hand to keep me steady...
Just to be quiet with you. |
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Posted: Mon May 05, 2014 3:07 pm
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Posted: Mon May 05, 2014 5:10 pm
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✖xx✖xx✖xx
Olyvia blinked, looking up with bright blue eyes as a young girl bounced over and a few moments later was joined by another boy. Lyv raised an eyebrow as the girl commented on her demeanor and the boy apologized for what she could only presume was his sister? "My name's Olyvia. And I promise I'm fine." She said, offering them both her most convincing smile, which honestly wasn't that convincing. She didn't mean to come off so cold, but she'd learned too much from her sister's ways. She wasn't so sure she actually knew how to be friends with people after her sister raised her.
"And you," She pointed at the boy, raising her eyebrow at him. "shouldn't apologize for people you care about. They are who they are and will always be that way." That was something she spoke about from experience and something she would always hold true too. She didn't always love how Michelle was, but she was her sister and always would be her sister. "What are your names?"
✵Leave the virtue of pity, but we live with the shame.✵
✵So scared to dream in a world with no sunlight.✵
✵When you wake up, you know it’s darker than last night.✵
✵Born to walk away, been walking my whole life.✵
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