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Posted: Thu Mar 31, 2011 6:41 pm
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♦ ♥ ♣ ♠ Jack Terran ♦ ♥ ♣ ♠
”I’m a partier and a gambler. Even with my life…”
Jack ignored Rian entirely, "Roses, you dazzle me," he smiled sweetly at Mira, hoping she liked the nickname as much as he did.
He turned his attention to Evelyn, taking her offered hand, "The pleasure is mine, Moonlight," Jack gently pulled Evelyn's hand to his lips and kissed the back of it. He took note of her careful appearance, "I'm sorry, but you seemed to have charmed me from the first moment I saw you... forgive me, the pun was floating around, waiting to be called on,"
”When it comes down to it, Alchemy is the essence of life”
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Posted: Thu Mar 31, 2011 6:50 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 31, 2011 7:00 pm
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Evelyn couldn't fight the gentle smile that crept across her face as the man kissed the back of her hand. She could feel the softness of his lips as they pressed to her skin, and it ran goosebumps down her arms. She began to roll her eyes at the nickname she seemed to have acquired, but when the stunning man threw out the ironic pick-up line, she felt the warmth in her cheeks as blood turned them the color red. Eve couldn't avoid the way he was manipulating her feelings. No matter how hard she fought, she always seemed to lose the battle against romance. "You're forgiven." She replied in a kind tone, her smile tugging at the edge of her lips, yearning to grow. Doing her best to contain it, Evelyn asked. "You wouldn't mind me asking your real name, would you, Mr. Perfect?" She carefully brushed a thick strand of blue hair out of her matching eyes, hoping for an honest response.
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Posted: Thu Mar 31, 2011 7:12 pm
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There are things that not even I wish to remember…
♦ Linda Bella ♦ Linda Bella entered from the Trophy Room door, quiet as a ghost. She was thinking over her speech, hoping that she would not forget a line, or mess something up. It was strange. Since seeing that centaur, Ammar, Linda had grown to become more interested in the world. She began to think of her words more carefully, becoming choosy with them. Perhaps it was all in her mind? Either way, she began to feel the ice within her heart melt, if even for a little bit. She made her way to the Headmistress' Podium, and the owl spread its wings to call attention, "This year has been full of strange events. So many things have begun to change and transform, and all of you are witnessing it as it begins," Linda's mind flashed back in time, to a time when she used to smile. She reverted it to the present, "But it is now time to say goodbye to this year as it begins to end. And so, I will award one House the House Cup for all the points they've saved up,"The Headmistress paused. They all listened intently, waited on her word, "First, I would like to congratulate the first years who finished and passed Flying. You will be receiving your certificate by owl soon.
"Next, I would like to recognize a few people," Linda turned suddenly to look at the professors, "Professors McNair and Avery both excelled in their evaluations. Therefore, their houses will both receive twenty points.
I would also like to award fifteen house points to Tamara Radcliffe, for her bravery in terrifying times. Bailey Rae Oliver will also be receiving ten house points, for her accomplishment to catch up in all her classes. Congratulations to the both of you.
"Now, the results... Ravenclaw received 170 house points, Slytherin received 175, Hufflepuff received 195, and, lastly, Gryffindor has won the House Cup with a sum of 215 house points. Congratulations," Linda nodded towards the Gryffindor table, waiting to hear them cry out.
…My past is littered with broken memories.
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Posted: Thu Mar 31, 2011 7:20 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 31, 2011 7:46 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 31, 2011 9:29 pm
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Mira Sinclair : Art & Muggle Art Professor
Mira nodded at Rian's response. She gave him a sympathetic smile when he mentioned he didn't get to go home this time. "My break was lovely, Rian. During a break in a thunder storm, the sun set. The sight was sublime - it looked like the clouds themselves were gold and orange...I just had to paint it." Her tone was happy and dreamy, like it always was when the woman spoke about her artistic inspiration. The brunette's attention flickered to "Mr. Perfect" as he annouced her new nick name - Roses. The assistant nurse came to her defense, but while he did so, she was thinking about her dubbed title, deciding if she liked it or not - she missed the exchange. "You're lucky I like, Roses, "Mister Perfect." She mumured, comming out of her thoughts, and declaring her acceptance of it. As Jack turned his attention to the Charms professor, Mira's hazel eyes flickered to Rian. She subtly studied his face, now that she had proper chance to. It hadn't changed much. "Are you going to study like you did last holiday?" She asked. The professor's accent came out, it had had a proclivity to so when around her fellow Irishmen were around. "Art is the most intense mode of individualism that the world has known."
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Posted: Thu Mar 31, 2011 9:41 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 31, 2011 9:49 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 31, 2011 9:55 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 31, 2011 11:08 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 31, 2011 11:36 pm
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✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖ ☾αsтяσησмy ☽ ✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
♡ιηαяι εvεяηιgнт♡
мσσ∂ ---> {Uncaring}
❝I'm just a bad girl, that's why we get along❞
❝Won't make excuses for anything I'm doing wrong❞
❝I'll pull the trigger in a flash❞
Inari made her to the staff table and taking a seat, no one was next to her at the moment so she took the time to get drink and listen as the festivities started. 'I wonder what it takes to get a good drink and some male attention around here', she thought idly growing bored with the room. Her thoughts turned to the few men she had had interactions with thus far and though about which one would be seeing her next.
❝Watch out honey, step back❞
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Posted: Thu Mar 31, 2011 11:50 pm
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Posted: Fri Apr 01, 2011 12:25 am
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Mira Sinclair : Art & Muggle Art Professor
Mira nodded. "Sure, please do. I'd love to hear your opinion on it." No one had asked to see her work in a while, save Mr.O'Doherty, her art parton - but he really didn't count in her mind. 'It'll be a nice change, for someone new to see my work...' She thought. The art professor noticed Rian sudden - to her - blush, she said nothing, and instead took a sip from her goblet. The Irish were cursed with blushing easily. 'That could about anything...' She thought. Yeah...Mira was in no way responsible for it. The nurse assistant asked his question about Hogmeade, and Mira placed her goblet back down. It was her turn to blush. She stared at her hands, thinking. 'It sounds like a date...and not one that's arranged because of Valentine's Day...Agh, I really do like him...' She sighed, she felt like a school girl right now. The professor felt panicked, she restrained it, but found it still pounded at her as she nervously mumured. "Sure, I'd love that, Rian...." Mira looked up, and then flashed him a sweet and gentle smile. Ones like those didn't come from her too often. "Art is the most intense mode of individualism that the world has known."
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