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c υ r r e n т l y ╔═══════════════════════════════╗ ✖ ṡïṉģlε ✖ Looking Smart at the Bell Tower with - - - xxxғeelιngxxx Frustrated xxxтнιnĸιngxxx ❝ This is idiotic, why am I doing this? ❞ ╚═══════════════════════════════╝
сøṃε ɾ ï ḋ ε ώïτh ṃε τ h ɾ ø υ ģ h τhε ṿεïṉṡ øƒ h ï ṡ τ ø ɾ ÿ x❃ ❃ ❃xxxxxxxxxxxx
ï'll ṡhøώ ÿøυ høώ ģøḋ ƒ α l l ṡ α ṡ l ε ε ρ øṉ τhε ј ø в x❃ ❃ ❃xxxxxxxxx
αṉḋ høώ ώε с α ṉ ώ ï ṉ ώhεṉ ƒ ø ø l ṡ сαṉ вε ќ ï ṉ ģ ṡ x❃ ❃ ❃xxxxxx
ḋøṉ'τ ώαṡτε ÿ ø υ ɾ τ ï ṃ ε øɾ τïṃε ώïll ώ α ṡ τ ε ÿ ø υ x❃ ❃ ❃xxx
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spaceSo far, so good, Elliott thought, please that apparently Sir Cadogan hadn't realized something was bothering him. The guy wasn't known for subtly, if he'd noticed that the Ravenclaw wasn't in the best mood, he'd have asked what was troubling him. In someone else, Elliott would've been impressed by the care they showed in another person for asking such a thing, but with Sir Cad, it was annoying. But, apparently he was in the clear, provided he didn't give himself away talking to the guy. He'd have to talk to him, he knew. He'd heard the calls coming down the hall, and was honestly surprised it'd taken him so long to catch up. Could paintings be out of shape? If so, the knight certainly was, with that potbelly he had on him. "Oh, I'm doing well enough," he said with a shrug, and then lied, "Having some trouble with the start of an essay. Introductions are always troublesome to write, they always sound so trite. But, I'll work it out, I'm sure." He then offered the portrait a small, complacent smile, one that would hopefully appease the man. Best thing he could do now was get him talking about his damned Wyvern or some such nonsense. Normally Elliott was loath to listen to it, but if it'd keep the man from questioning him, he'd take it. "And you? Having a good day, I hope? Have you met any of the first years? They're an interesting bunch, I think." If there was one thing Sir Cadogan loved, it was a captive audience. The fourth year was fairly certain that there had to be at least one first year who would be more than happy to listen to the man prattle on about his Wyvern. Not that he thought he was getting rid of him any time soon, but he could at least put the idea in his head so that Sir Cad would later recall it and perhaps end their own conversation to attempt to hunt down one of the first years to tell them all about his exploits... Elliott could dream.
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xxx❃ ❃ ❃x ṉø øṉε'ṡ ģøṉṉα τ α ќ ε ṃ ε α l ï ṿ ε
xxxxxx❃ ❃ ❃x τhε τ ï ṃ ε hαṡ сøṃε τø ṃ α ќ ε τ h ï ṉ ģ ṡ ɾ ï ģ h τ
xxxxxxxxx❃ ❃ ❃x ÿ ø υ αṉḋ ï ṃυṡτ ƒ ï ģ h τ ƒøɾ øυɾ ɾ ï ģ h τ ṡ
xxxxxxxxxxxx❃ ❃ ❃x ÿ ø υ αṉḋ ï ṃυṡτ ƒ ï ģ h τ τø ṡ υ ɾ ṿ ï ṿ ε
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Posted: Thu May 21, 2015 8:10 pm
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  ⧓ Kɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ Rᴏᴜɴᴅ Tᴀʙʟᴇ ⧓ Fᴏʀᴍᴇʀ Gʀʏғғɪɴᴅᴏʀ ⧓ Gᴇɴᴇʀᴀʟ Bᴀᴅᴀss ⧓Sir Cadogan nodded at Elliott, glad that he was doing alright. At the thought of needing help with an essay, he tapped his chin. "There's a portrait on the third floor known to help students with essays. I wish I could, but, alas, I'm better with action, not classwork!" He laughed, a deep, hearty sound, then leaned against the frame of the painting he was in. The boy asked about the knight's day, exciting him. "Ahh! See? That's why I like you! Not many ask how the paintings' days are! They think it's just the same! Day in and day out! I have adventures, and you know that! Good lad! In fact, I had a lovely morning! I was up by the Gryffindor Tower for a while, then I wandered this way... then I found you! Such luck!" He clapped his hands together, quite scaring the pony, who scampered off. He watched the animal, then laughed. "At least the two of us are made of the right stuff!"{OoC:} |
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Cinnabun Gryffie Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Jun 01, 2015 8:54 pm
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c υ r r e n т l y ╔═══════════════════════════════╗ ✖ ṡïṉģlε ✖ Looking Smart at the Bell Tower with - - - xxxғeelιngxxx Frustrated xxxтнιnĸιngxxx ❝ This is idiotic, why am I doing this? ❞ ╚═══════════════════════════════╝
сøṃε ɾ ï ḋ ε ώïτh ṃε τ h ɾ ø υ ģ h τhε ṿεïṉṡ øƒ h ï ṡ τ ø ɾ ÿ x❃ ❃ ❃xxxxxxxxxxxx
ï'll ṡhøώ ÿøυ høώ ģøḋ ƒ α l l ṡ α ṡ l ε ε ρ øṉ τhε ј ø в x❃ ❃ ❃xxxxxxxxx
αṉḋ høώ ώε с α ṉ ώ ï ṉ ώhεṉ ƒ ø ø l ṡ сαṉ вε ќ ï ṉ ģ ṡ x❃ ❃ ❃xxxxxx
ḋøṉ'τ ώαṡτε ÿ ø υ ɾ τ ï ṃ ε øɾ τïṃε ώïll ώ α ṡ τ ε ÿ ø υ x❃ ❃ ❃xxx
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spaceElliott found himself staring somewhat dumbfoundedly at Sir Cadogan, though thankfully not in the overly stereotypical 'mouth hanging open' way. The man was actually being... helpful? Would wonders never cease. The Ravenclaw thought he might actually be amazed, really. Then again, it wasn't as though he meant to be a nuisance; he just was one because that was his personality. Begrudgingly, Elliott admitted to himself that the knight was actually a good guy. A blowhard and a moron, sure, but a good guy nonetheless. "Hm, well, if my difficulty persists, I'll be sure to head down that way and see if they're in. What does the person look like? Period, dress? Gender?" Trying or not, the information he'd given still wasn't all that helpful on its own; the third floor was rather large, after all. There were any number of paintings down there, it would take him ages to find the one he was looking for if he actually did find himself needing help and going on Sir Cadogan's advice.
spaceThe brunette inclined his head when the knight commented on his question. Hm, were other people really so rude that they didn't bother to ask how a person's day was when chatting with them? He wasn't exactly the most well-versed in social norms and even he knew that you were supposed to do that, even if they were a painting. After all, the paintings were imbibed with the consciousness of the subject; they were as much a person as anyone else, really. "Perhaps they mistakenly think that there are no more adventures to be had? You have been up for a rather long time, I suppose," he said with a shrug. "Still, it's polite to at least ask." It did occur to Elliott that perhaps it wasn't that people didn't ask the paintings; they might just not ask Sir Cadogan. He did have something of a reputation, after all. To the knight's compliment, the Ravenclaw offered a small grin, thinking that if he were made of the same stuff as Sir Cadogan, he was in trouble. The knight had already tempted Lady Fate and won, living a long life in spite of his monstrous stupidity and foolish, reckless behavior. Elliott doubted if she would be inclined to allow a second person to get away with it.
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xxx❃ ❃ ❃x ṉø øṉε'ṡ ģøṉṉα τ α ќ ε ṃ ε α l ï ṿ ε
xxxxxx❃ ❃ ❃x τhε τ ï ṃ ε hαṡ сøṃε τø ṃ α ќ ε τ h ï ṉ ģ ṡ ɾ ï ģ h τ
xxxxxxxxx❃ ❃ ❃x ÿ ø υ αṉḋ ï ṃυṡτ ƒ ï ģ h τ ƒøɾ øυɾ ɾ ï ģ h τ ṡ
xxxxxxxxxxxx❃ ❃ ❃x ÿ ø υ αṉḋ ï ṃυṡτ ƒ ï ģ h τ τø ṡ υ ɾ ṿ ï ṿ ε
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Posted: Mon Jun 01, 2015 9:13 pm
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⧓ Kɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ Rᴏᴜɴᴅ Tᴀʙʟᴇ ⧓ Fᴏʀᴍᴇʀ Gʀʏғғɪɴᴅᴏʀ ⧓ Gᴇɴᴇʀᴀʟ Bᴀᴅᴀss ⧓Sir Cadogan watched the boy, wondering a bit why he was staring. Had he seen a beautiful lass? No, there didn't seem to be any people, let alone lasses. He blinked a few times, then shuffled his feet, waiting for the child to speak. After a few seconds, Elliott started talking, exciting the painting to no end. He asked for more information on the woman, and Sir Cad bowed. "A beautiful thing she is! Used to be a nurse! She's three frames to the left of the Infirmary doors! Wears white robes and a silly cap! I think you should like her!" He nodded, feeling happy to have helped his young friend. It wasn't often he could be genuinely helpful like this! Well... other than shepherding lost first years. After speaking of the rudeness of modern students, Sir Cadogan was a bit upset. Although, to his amusement, Elliott had a logical reply to that quip too. Saying he thought the students believed the paintings unable to have adventure, the knight scoffed. "The longer one lives, the more adventures they may have! Dear boy, it's simple as that! And yes, you're quite right! So many overlook what's polite! My, you're awfully intelligent for such a scrappy lad! Ever considered becoming a... what are they called now.... An Auror! Sort of a knight, and with lots of adventures to boot!" He clapped his hands together, grinning. The boy was quite smart, though, he was indeed in the Ravenclaw house. Feeling quite pleased with himself, the portrait was standing proud, something of which he enjoyed doing. He liked looking proud! {OoC:} |
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Cinnabun Gryffie Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Jun 02, 2015 9:06 pm
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c υ r r e n т l y ╔═══════════════════════════════╗ ✖ ṡïṉģlε ✖ Looking Smart at the Bell Tower with - - - xxxғeelιngxxx Frustrated xxxтнιnĸιngxxx ❝ This is idiotic, why am I doing this? ❞ ╚═══════════════════════════════╝
сøṃε ɾ ï ḋ ε ώïτh ṃε τ h ɾ ø υ ģ h τhε ṿεïṉṡ øƒ h ï ṡ τ ø ɾ ÿ x❃ ❃ ❃xxxxxxxxxxxx
ï'll ṡhøώ ÿøυ høώ ģøḋ ƒ α l l ṡ α ṡ l ε ε ρ øṉ τhε ј ø в x❃ ❃ ❃xxxxxxxxx
αṉḋ høώ ώε с α ṉ ώ ï ṉ ώhεṉ ƒ ø ø l ṡ сαṉ вε ќ ï ṉ ģ ṡ x❃ ❃ ❃xxxxxx
ḋøṉ'τ ώαṡτε ÿ ø υ ɾ τ ï ṃ ε øɾ τïṃε ώïll ώ α ṡ τ ε ÿ ø υ x❃ ❃ ❃xxx
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spaceElliott couldn't help it; this time his surprise showed on his face. The man was actually being legitimately helpful! First time for everything, he supposed. Though, he'd be willing to bet that Sir Cadogan only remembered the woman in the painting because he thought she was pretty; maybe he fancied her or something, hell, Elliott didn't know. He did know that portraits were just as capable of fancying one another as people were, which was a little odd. He wondered if the portraits ever fancied living people... That was a sort of creepy thought, really. "That's... rather specific. Thank you. If I can't sort through it, I'll be sure to talk to her." There was a small part of Elliott that almost wished he did actually need the assistance; it seemed a shame for the one time the knight made himself useful to be a waste. Then again, it wasn't like Elliott couldn't potentially need help in the future. Or that he couldn't direct others to her if they needed it as well.
spaceThe Ravenclaw found that, for once, he was actually listening to what Sir Cadogan had to say, if for not reason other than to be polite. After all... he was being rather helpful. And it wasn't as though he didn't try to be so usually. He just... wasn't. But, even paying attention, Elliott wasn't prepared for the knight's question. He blinked oddly. "I had never thought about it, no," he answered. "I find my talents lie more towards academia. I'm not sure I'm particularly suited for such heroics," he said, and then instantly regretted it. Oh, now he'd done it. Here would come the speech about how every man (and maybe woman) was capable of heroics, and how all he had to do was try. And probably slay a Wyvern at some point. "I had always thought myself to be more inclined to... teaching. Or something of that nature." Though, now that Elliott thought about it, he had very little patience for stupidity... Even Professor Hill had more patience than he did. At least Professor Hill could remain level-headed enough to give the entire greenhouse a death glare to silence them. He'd probably just end up being driven insane. Or murder a student.
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xxx❃ ❃ ❃x ṉø øṉε'ṡ ģøṉṉα τ α ќ ε ṃ ε α l ï ṿ ε
xxxxxx❃ ❃ ❃x τhε τ ï ṃ ε hαṡ сøṃε τø ṃ α ќ ε τ h ï ṉ ģ ṡ ɾ ï ģ h τ
xxxxxxxxx❃ ❃ ❃x ÿ ø υ αṉḋ ï ṃυṡτ ƒ ï ģ h τ ƒøɾ øυɾ ɾ ï ģ h τ ṡ
xxxxxxxxxxxx❃ ❃ ❃x ÿ ø υ αṉḋ ï ṃυṡτ ƒ ï ģ h τ τø ṡ υ ɾ ṿ ï ṿ ε
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Posted: Sat Feb 13, 2016 10:51 pm
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Posted: Thu Feb 25, 2016 11:14 am
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Posted: Sun Feb 28, 2016 10:09 am
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Posted: Wed Mar 02, 2016 12:12 pm
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Posted: Fri May 13, 2016 10:33 pm
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He says, "Oh, baby girl, you know we're gonna be legends
I'm the king and you're the queen and we will stumble through heaven
If there's a light at the end, it's just the sun in your eyes
I know you wanna go to heaven but you're human tonight"
And I've been sitting at the bottom of a swimming pool
For a while now, drowning my thoughts out with the sounds
But do you feel like a young God?
Aimee had been walking around the castle searching for Caty, when Derrick had spotted her and immediately dragged her up to the bell towers where they could be "alone". She didn't really like their alone time anymore. She didn't really like being around Derrick at all. But she was too scared to tell him that. She had tried once.... and it hadn't ended well. He called her stupid, told her she was just a silly girl that didn't know what she wanted, and then he'd..... She shuddered, pushing those memories away. Those didn't need to exist right now. She couldn't.... she couldn't deal with that right now. As it was she wasn't sleeping. She just sat in the common room staring at the fire, trying to keep it together... night after night. It was wearing on her. She had dark bags under her eyes that Derrick forced her to cover up with what felt like a pound of makeup. He also had been choosing her clothes for her... or more buying her clothes and getting angry if she wore anything that he hadn't bought her. She didn't like any of it. But she was scared, and she knew better than to tell anyone.
With her mother's first boyfriend... when she'd told, her mum had gotten annoyed with her, calling her a little whore, but she had kicked Jamie out. But with Charles.... she had blamed it all on Aimee. It was always Aimee's fault. She knew that now. She was dirty, and broken, and she deserved everything they did to her. Telling.... telling only made it worse. So she smiled, and hid it, and pretended it was fine. Because that was the only thing to do.
So she sat at the top of the bell tower with Derrick going on another rant about how she can't just disappear from his side and how she had to be a good girl. And she just wanted her brain to stop. She didn't want to think anymore. She didn't want to exist. But of course he noticed her lack of attention, and brought it back with a sharp slap to her face. She winced and looked up at him, doing her best not to cry. When he saw her watery eyes and he rolled his eyes and crouched down. "Aimee you know I don't want to hurt you. You just don't seem to learn. Why can't you learn and be good so I don't have to do this to you?"
Aimee shrugged, but that only brought a shove against her shoulders, banging her against the brick wall. "I'm sorry. I'm trying. I'll d-do better." She whispered, turning her eyes to the ground. She just kept hoping someone would show up and save her. But that was a silly dream... because she deserved it all. Thats what her mum had always told her. That she deserved it. That she was a bad girl. She was a terrible child. That she was sick and derranged and wrong and a whore and she was asking for it. She was worth nothing.... less than nothing.
"Now there's a good girl. Why can't you be like this all the time?" He asked, before tilting her head up forcefully and pressing a rough kiss to her lips. His eyes were closed, but hers were open. Blurry with the tears falling silently down her cheeks.
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You know the two of us are just young Gods
And we'll be flying through the streets with the people underneath
And they're runnin' runnin' runnin'
He says "Oh, baby girl, don't get cut on my edges
I'm the king of everything and oh, my tongue is a weapon
There's a light in the crack that's seperating your thighs
And if you wanna go to heaven you should me tonight
But do you feel like a young God? |
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Posted: Fri Feb 24, 2017 7:04 pm
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Siobhan'Hannah'Grey
Hufflepuff Prefect │ Seventh Year │ Seventeen Years Old │ Single
It wasn't often Hannah made it up this way, generally it was when she was on Prefect patrol duties if it was anything. Not so much today. The Seventh Year came up this way with her pencils and her sketchbook, hoping to gain inspiration to draw something for Professor Hawthorne's class. As she wandered up in the direction of the windows, she spotted another girl.
Dressed in black, as she was, she almost didn't recognize Lauretta when she saw her; a fact which bothered her greatly. Unlike some Prefects, she made a point of knowing the names of her Housemates, particularly the younger ones whom might need her. She remembered escourting Lauretta down to the Common Room right after the Sorting Feast last term, along with the other incoming First Years.
As she approached, Hannah realized something was off, and she offered a friendly smile as she said, "Hi, Lauretta, are you okay?"
      
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Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2017 3:10 pm
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Siobhan'Hannah'Grey
Hufflepuff Prefect │ Seventh Year │ Seventeen Years Old │ Single
Hearing the pain in Lauretta's voice and seeing her start to cry went straight to Hannah's heart. She couldn't imagine living without her parents, even as much contention as there'd been between her and them over the last few years, nor how her cousin had managed to keep going after losing hers. However, a fellow human being in pain she could understand, and her Housemates were like unto family to her, especially the younger ones. As the younger girl started to cry, Hannah drew her into an embrace, letting Lauretta cry into her robes, if she wished it, for as long as she wished it.
Though Lauretta's question was perhaps a rhetorical one, Hannah found for her an answer. Softly she told her, "Sometimes when we're hurting the pain's so deep we don't even know how bad we're hurt until a long time later. Best to let it out in its own time; it does you no good trying to hold it in."
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