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![User Image](https://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb203/CherryPuff42/Anime/Girls/goth50.jpg) ❁ ℭosette 𝔄urelie 𝔓rewitt ❁ ☾ Member of Slytherin ☽
You shadow of forgotten dreams
You come to take away
My hope on your b l a c k wings...
Cosette smiled politely and nodded. "Thank you." she didn't really mind, as long as she didn't have to sit next to the Gryffindor girl. "I'm Cosette Prewitt," she introduced herself, "I'm a second year in Slytherin House. It's a pleasure to meet you all." Still, she did her best to ignore the Gryffindor girl. Call her prejudiced, but as far as she was concerned, Gryffindor was just a bunch of arrogant, morally-superior (at least, in their own eyes), Muggle-loving good-for-nothings. At least Ravenclaws were clever, and Hufflepuffs worked hard...but Gryffindors had no redeeming qualities at all.
Come and come to me, R a v e n h e a r t
Messenger of e v i l
Come to me. What's the news?
Here I'm still left l o n e l y...
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2011 6:59 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2011 7:20 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2011 7:33 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2011 11:47 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 02, 2011 4:35 am
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~*Spyria NiteFall, First Year*~
The carriage was a bustling array of life, new and old friends alike, all laughing or joking, others merely sitting in companionable silence. Some, she guessed as first years also, sat with their hands slowly tightening upon the armrests of the slightly-less-than-comfortable seats...
She smiled, for them, this was the greatest step of the journey...for her, it had merely been getting to the station...
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"NO!" came the vehement shout, echoing down the cold black of marble stairs, "I refuse to allow this! This is...This...Th...oh what is the use? We are ruined!"
Her mother stood, theatrically daubing at her heavily made-up eyes, "Now, now, Lysander, you know it's not her fault..." The missing piece of the sentence was, '...it's your mother's!'
True enough to form, they fought, and all the while, Sphyria stood, waiting politely at the base of the stairs, near the door. A trunk grasped within one hand, a bird cage in the other; from which, a large, luminescent tawny owl hooted.
"Hush, Twira, hush. We will be there soon..." she had whispered, and so they had, after an hour of bitter debate and the best tantrum a triple-emmy-winning actress could throw...they made it!
With barely enough time to unceremoniously shove her through Platform 9 and 3/4...
Sphyria had stumbled slightly, catching herself on the other side of the 'wall', all in all, not how she pictured her technical 'first day' at a magical school...
A Porter had swiftly moved her trunk within a carriage to the rear of the train, Twira disappeared from her grasp with a sa 'Hooo!' and she was assisted inside before the wheels began to turn...
"Goodbye," she had whispered sadly at no one...
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Silently, she sat, feeling every curve in the track, every rising hillock and slow descent...
Smoke billowed about the train, this 'Hogwarts Express' and she found the entire experience thoroughly exhilirating, this was what she lived for! Something new, something Exciting!
Whilst other -obviously new- students had huddled deep within their seats, nervously trying to avoid the attention or, horror of horrors...the scrutiny of their peers... Sphyria had sat proudly straight-backed, eyes and posture exuding confidence, and absolutely daring anyone to comment on the ...unique state of her hair...
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The Hogwarts Express seemed to shudder in relief and anticipation as they pulled into a station near some place that a sign not too far back had depicted as 'Hogsmead'.
"They did seem to have an infatuation with a certain animal around here," Sphyria mused, alighting from her compartment to the cold, hard cement of a rain-slicked platform, "Hogwarts, Hogsmead, 'Hog-this', 'Hog-that'!"
She smile, almost ferally, whipping wind catching at her long blue curls and splaying them about her like a fury...and yet, it seemed it did not stop her from being jostled and slammed into by another, larger student.
"S'ry..." Someone mumbled as she hit the ground on her palms and knees, turning to glare at the person, she found naught but air? Perhaps they had gone on?
And then she heard the voice...
"Firs' Years, This way! Firs' years this way, please!" it boomed, and she followed it...
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