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Posted: Wed Jun 08, 2011 5:32 pm
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These songs in my head: Wow so popular
Oh what turbulent emotions: Content to a point, exicted, curious
The spirits that stand with me: Zamir, Kangin, the Grey Lady, Gwen, Soo-Young
"Oh hush. I didn't talk that much." Xenos said as he turned a pale shade of red. Leave it to Zamir. "As long as I didn't say anything perverted it doesn't matter." He continued managing to keep his voice calm. Last summer was the first summer that he and Dante got to spend time together as a couple. It was wonderful dispite their time being so brief with each other. Those were wonderful memories. Already the albino couldn't wait to meet up with him again.
The fifth year looked over to Soo-Young when her soft voice spoke up. A soft smile crossed his face. "Thank you Miss Choi. I do appreciate it. How are you today?" Xenos asked the quiet girl. To him it was almost a contest as to who was more quiet, Soo-Young or the quiet Miss Matilda. "You know, Miss Blair. We don't bite. Unless that book is really good." He continued looking at the dark haired girl.
In you and I, there's a new land...
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Where fears and lies melt away....
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Posted: Wed Jun 08, 2011 5:41 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 08, 2011 5:52 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 08, 2011 5:56 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 08, 2011 6:44 pm
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Mᴏᴏᴅ≡ ≡ ≡ ≡ ≡ ≡ ☁ ❂ ☁ ≡ ≡ ≡ ≡ ≡ ≡ Oᴜᴛғɪᴛ↬∴∵∵∴∵∴∵∴∵ ◜¤◝∵∴∵∴∵∴∵∴ ↫ ![User Image](https://i1212.photobucket.com/albums/cc449/Marguerite_Wheelwright/Roleplay Characters/MatildaBlair.jpg)
For a moment she remained motionless as if thinking over the statement, then seemly satisfied glanced over Xenos and gave a simple small smile. Her hands carefully folding the small black cover of her notebook over her sprawl of pencil written notes.
"Oh, Mister Xenos," she said with a voice that seemed rusty from lack of use, "I am not quiet out a confused concept of biting people, but rather the silence is spurred on by a contemplation that is...."
She paused, realizing she was about to say 'contented'. Which might not be the truth. In her ears there was no quiet, silence was taken up by the scratch of her pencil against page and the whirling buzz of her thoughts. Was she truly content in silence. Oh the things one contemplates in a heartbeat...yet I can not be sure that inner chiding dulls the question's point, she thought tapping her finger against her notebook,Is there contentedness in my silence or is it simple a product?
Finally she said, "Well whatever spurs the depth of my imagination and ink splattered pages, I am sure that it is well enough for me. Leaving me to be sour company; a point best proven by me opening my mouth. Clearly I am not savvy in the ways of conversations."
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Posted: Thu Jun 09, 2011 7:44 am
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These songs in my head: Zamir?
Oh what turbulent emotions: A bit worried, still relativly content
The spirits that stand with me: Zamir, Kangin, the Grey Lady, Gwen, Soo-Young
"I doubt that you make for sour company, Miss Blair. More like a very interestings set of view points. It's nice and refreshing." Xenos said to Matilda with a smile. He really did find the quiet girl interesting. If he could, sometime Xenos knew he would love to sit and talk to her. Assuming he could get the girl to talk. Something told the older boy that it would be an interesting converstaion.
When Xenos looked over at Zamir, the albino recgonized what was wrong in an instant, much like Kangin he was used to the boy's issues. reaching over he put a hand on his shoulder. "Zamir? Should we take you up to the dorms?" Xenos asked in a soft voice. He knew better then to make loud noises around the boy when he was like this. Xenos could only imagine what it was like having your brain trying to absorb everything going on around you in this place.
In you and I, there's a new land...
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Posted: Thu Jun 09, 2011 7:51 am
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Posted: Thu Jun 09, 2011 3:57 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 09, 2011 8:06 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 09, 2011 8:32 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 09, 2011 8:38 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 09, 2011 8:43 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 10, 2011 4:18 pm
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Aster Owena Cardell Second Year | Ravenclaw Aster silently sauntered into the Great Hall, gaze darting around the large room, taking in its familiar, but foggily remembered sights. After the ephemeral, but seemingly long Summer, the girl was feeling very merry about her return to Hogwarts. No Algebra lessons, no horrible, forced attempts at the harp. No, nothing of that terrible rot. Just subjects of the magical variety, with a teacher who actually taught more than one person. It was nice, to say the least, and a relief. Nice to learn things so foreign and strange, but yet, charming and alluring. A relief to be freeded form the Cardell mansion. The second year let a happy grin break out across her pale face. She tugged her robes closer to herself as she neared the Ravenclaw table. Aster sat down on the bench with a swift, graceful movement which made her robes flutter loudly. As Aster watched the Sorting Ceremony take place, her hands became a bit sore from all the clapping. Ravenclaw had claimed a lot of first years, and the grey-haired girl clapped energetically, instead of politely for them.![User Image](https://i524.photobucket.com/albums/cc323/xXTears_Will_EscapeXx/Refrence Stuff/5-1.jpg) ►One learns through the heart, not the eyes or the intellect◄
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