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Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2012 9:24 pm
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Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2012 9:28 pm
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Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2012 9:29 pm
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Sylvia Callahan
~Pureblood~ ~Unsorted~ ~First Year~
Sylvia started at the sudden outburst from the first year next to her. Just as quickly as she started, she calmed and tilted her head at him slightly. This boy was certainly outspoken, but then, everyone needed a hobby. Perhaps he just wasn't used to the cold weather. Who knew, either way it seemed a few words might make him more inclined to be patient.
"They say patience is a virtue. But admittedly, not all of us are inclined toward virtue." She said gently, but clearly. "There are still many people getting off the train, it would not be good to leave any of them behind."
Her head straightened out and she looked around the area, there weren't very many first years here so far, surely there had to be more. She couldn't see much where she stood, just lots of taller bodies moving around one another in a seemingly unorganized way. She was sure, though, that the proffessor would make sure the count was correct before she'd leave anyone behind.
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Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2012 9:32 pm
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![User Image](https://i864.photobucket.com/albums/ab205/heather030595/Hogwarts Characters/Heather/thirdyearheather.jpg) I'm not afraid of anything I just need to know that I can breathe I don't need much of anything But suddenly, suddenly
I am small and the world is big All around me is fast moving Surrounded by so many things But suddenly, suddenly
Ⓗeather Ⓢtevia ⒽawthornSingle | Hufflepuff | Third Year | Beater | HalfbloodWould you comfort me? Would you cry with me?▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀Heather smiled at the rest of the group. "Hi Kat. Hey Rick. And... Wait. Don't tell me. I know it... Melinda. Yes?" she asked the second year girl. She tried to remember names, but faces stuck better with her. "Wait. What music club? We have a music club?" she asked, tilting her head slightly to the right, looking confused. She saw how Kat hid her hand-holding with Ari from them, and she shook her head. "Come on, Kat. No need for that." she said to her fellow third year Hufflepuff. She had this feeling that the two were more than friends, anyways. She could always see it from the way they looked at each other. Wearing{OOC:}▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀
I'm young, and I am free But I get tired, and I get weak I get lost, and I can't sleep But suddenly, suddenly
How does it feel, to be different from me? Are we the same? How does it feel, to be different from me? Are we the same? How does it feel?
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Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2012 9:40 pm
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Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2012 9:44 pm
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Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2012 9:49 pm
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Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2012 9:49 pm
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Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2012 10:00 pm
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Strike glanced around from where he was: leaned against the station in the shadows next to Jack. The young vampire had matured a lot over the course of a year, becoming deft at all that Strike had to teach him. They had hidden themselves in the shadows and forests, training together. Not training, of course, for a battle, but training to become better, faster, and stronger in general. Jack had been weak a year ago, which could have cost Strike a great deal of trouble if they had run into another vampire. The new vampire was a weak point to Strike and it was a weakness that would put them both in danger. So, it was a no-brainer that training was a necessity for the both of them.
Now, leaning into the building and using its shadows to protect them from the last dying ray of sun, Strike's stomach gurgled loudly from hunger. The two vampires looked at each other, the eldest putting his hands up, "I haven't eaten in days," Strike chuckled, patting Jack on the shoulder, "Besides, I like the taste of fresh blood... young blood has a kick to it that just wakes you up!"
Strike waited for the sun to set before doing anything drastic. He brushed his hard-to-miss purple hair from his eyes and waited until the sun slowly set on the horizon. ◙■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■◙ Currently... What I'm thinking: I'm hungry. What I'm doing: Waiting for the sun to set. Who I'm with: Jack Where I am: Hogsmeade Station ![User Image - Blocked by "Display Image" Settings. Click to show. User Image - Blocked by "Display Image" Settings. Click to show.](https://graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif)
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Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2012 10:05 pm
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Hufflepuff|2nd year|Muggle-Born|Single
Why must I be judged upon the purity of my blood?
Steele walked away swiftly, that is, until a familiar voice shouted his name. He was tugged, causing a snarl to form on his face. A snarl that has probably never been seen before by anyone but his parents. He quickly turned at her question, anger written on his face.
"Anywhere away from you," he scolded, walking away even faster. That's when he felt his hood being pulled off. He turned again, assuming it was Katrina.
"Didn't I just say..." and he stopped. He met face to face with a blonde girl that he had thought was cute from last year. Melinda to be specific. Upon seeing her face, his anger began to subside. Those blue eyes of hers, that's what brought up the butterflies. Those eyes were piercing, yet calming.
"I'm sorry, but I think you know exactly what is going on with me," he said, briefly looking over at Ariana one last time. "I don't want to take my anger out on you Melinda; so go have fun with the rest of our friends; well, your friends I suppose. Don't worry about a worthless mudblood like me," he said, drawing back his hood.
Will I ever be the same?
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Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2012 10:10 pm
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