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 Posted: Sun Jan 26, 2014 2:52 pm
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David Sinclair League
[Ravenclaw]
House: Ravenclaw
Wand: Supple and Smooth//11 3/4 inches//Hawthorne//Fairy Hair
Current Age: 12
Blood: The son of a squib and witch from pureblood families
Year at Hogwarts: Second Year
Wearing: Ravenclaw Robes
Claire... the guy who got slapped at the boats... and the other David from my year... I'm surprised I remember that much.
David had napped on the train in a quiet compartment and when he got off he actually surprised himself by recognizing three of his classmates- and even name two of them. Of course, Claire he knew mostly from the very rough link he had to her from last year's Fall Festival, where his mother was injured trying to protect Claire and Claire had lost her eye and for some reason his mother felt obliged to Claire-maybe she blamed herself for not being able to prevent any injury to Claire? And David, he had known only from the fact they happened to share the same first name and the kid's constant annoying questioning of everything. The last one he only remembered from the incident where he had gotten slapped before the sorting.
He sighed, as he glanced around at the crowd remembering that his mother mentioned that after your first year at Hogwarts you would ride carriages to the school. Of course, he really didn't see why he needed to be told that in the first place. After all, he had noticed it the year before. And, it was mentioned in enough books. He carried his book under his arm and noticed Claire interrupting David and the guy who had been slapped from her house Slytherin. He narrowed his brown eyes curious as he saw Claire hold something wrapped out. He glanced away, not particularly interested in the blonde Slytherin's affairs. At least the nap on the train seemed to clear his head and not being bothered was more his taste anyways, he hadn't really made any friends last year, nor had he before Hogwarts... of course holing yourself up reading and avoiding people tended to help in not making friends. Regardless, it was another year he got to look forward to. |
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Posted: Sun Jan 26, 2014 2:53 pm
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"The violin plays a soft melody,
as my mind starts to feel ease.
Let the music wash over my soul,
make my mind pure and whole.
Let me be renewed."
Victor tilted his head in confusion at Ronna, a hit wizard? A witch-watcher? What even were those? ....They sounded kind of neat actually, "Zat sounds like an interesting job." He then giggled as Ronna smiled, it was much better to smile...seeing someone sad just seemed...wrong.
Oh dear...he was starting to sound like Terren, "Yep! I'll heal you up in an instant! I'm going to be the best mediwizard possible!" He then grinned, "Don't be too down on yourself...it's ok if you aren't the comforting type. The world needs all sorts of people!" He hoped that came out better than it sounded. He really meant something more proper, "I mean...Just because you are a girl....doesn't mean you have to be the wife-type. The uh....I'll umm...stop now."
He then giggled some at the comment about Hufflepuffs, "Thanks Ronna."
After a while he felt the train slow down and got up to walk outside to the platforms, "...Ah...Feels good to be back, hm?" He asked as the fresh air hit his face, it really was nice to be here again.
I feel content you know?
My inner thoughts are, "I hope I cheered her up..."
I'm in the house of Hufflepuff.
I am a proud third year
My puppeteer says "..." Out of character.
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Posted: Sun Jan 26, 2014 3:40 pm
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Blood Status: Muggleborn
Wand: Inflexible//13 inches//Laurel//Dragon Heartstring
Current Age: 13
Year at Hogwarts: 3rd year
Height: 5'5"
Good to be back? Maybe... or to face the music of last year and potentially this summer.
Ronna chuckled at Victor's response about the jobs sounding interesting and his volunteering to heal her and his enthusiasm at becoming a mediwizard. Victor becoming a mediwizard seemed like a good fit. Yet, when Victor told her not to be too down on herself and that she didn't have to be the wife-type her blue eyes widened and she looked down and then coughed on some air.
"It's called taking responsibility," Ronna said. "And the wife-type? I think it is more of me not being a heartless harpy than me worried about being the wife-type. I never really worried about being the girly-girl or anything... doesn't exactly fit me." She frowned recalling Crash's leaving comment about her father not being able to raise her like a boy... it wasn't like she aimed to be particularly tomboyish or girly.
She took a deep breath and closed her eyes trying to appreciate the fact she had made a friend laugh and she was actually being thanked for something. "Thanks about what? Stating my honest opinion? Seriously, though, I have a soft spot for Hufflepuff. Mind you, I didn't say this, but whenever I watched Quidditch matches last year if my House wasn't playing but Hufflepuff was I always was secretly rooting for Hufflepuff." She forced a smile as the train slowed down and stopped.
She joined Victor on the platform and glanced at the various students and then glanced over at him when he said it felt good to be back. "I suppose..." She said, thankful for her school robes to keep warm in. "I'm more worried about breaking an ankle in these boots, getting into the carriages," She joked trying to keep cheerful as she looked down at the white boots she wore with a definite heel, a change from the motorcycle boots she tended to wear.
Doing: On the Hogwarts Express with Victor In Company of: Victor [Wearing: Uniform]
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Posted: Sun Jan 26, 2014 3:53 pm
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  ♂Sᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ Yᴇᴀʀ♂Sʟʏᴛʜᴇʀɪɴ♂Rᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇ Bᴇᴀᴛᴇʀ♂Hᴇɪʀ ɪɴ Tʀᴀɪɴɪɴɢ♂
ϟWᴀᴋᴇ ᴜᴘϟ
ϟGʀᴀʙ ᴀ ʙʀᴜsʜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴜᴛ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ-ᴜᴘϟ
ϟHɪᴅᴇ ᴛʜᴇ sᴄᴀʀs ᴛᴏ ғᴀᴅᴇ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇ sʜᴀᴋᴇ-ᴜᴘϟ
ϟWʜʏ'ᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋᴇʏs ᴜᴘᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴀʙʟᴇ?ϟ
ϟHᴇʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴇ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ғᴀʙʟᴇϟ ►▷►Joshua nodded in agreement about the lake, not linking anything about that awful place. Deep water was gross and infested with who-knows-what! When he asked if Josh was an elitist, the brunette scowled. "I'm neither a pureblood nor an elitist, but I probably hate you." He straightened up his robes, sniffing his nose in the air. "House rivals? Assuming you're a Gryffindork, then yes we are."►▷►When Claire spoke up saying she got something for him, he lifted his eyebrows. What could, or even would, she get for him? "What? Why?" He cocked an eyebrow, staring curiously at her. ϟFᴀᴛʜᴇʀ, ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ, ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ, ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀϟ
ϟFᴀᴛʜᴇʀ, ɪɴᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴀɴᴅs I ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴅ ᴍʏ sᴘɪʀɪᴛϟ
ϟFᴀᴛʜᴇʀ, ɪɴᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴀɴᴅsϟ
ϟWʜʏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴏʀsᴀᴋᴇɴ ᴍᴇ?ϟ
ϟIɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇʏᴇs ғᴏʀsᴀᴋᴇɴ ᴍᴇϟ
ϟIɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs ғᴏʀsᴀᴋᴇɴ ᴍᴇϟ
ϟIɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ғᴏʀsᴀᴋᴇɴ ᴍᴇϟ |
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Cinnabun Gryffie Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Jan 26, 2014 4:11 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 26, 2014 4:13 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 26, 2014 4:14 pm
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xxxxxxx_____________________________________
xxxxxxx Photographer || Half Blood || Taken by Tobi
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xxxxxxx Daily Dragon Photographer and Reporter
xxxxxxx_____________________________________
Bradley sighed, he had been in a mountain of trouble, and he had been expecting it. Sadly his parents had decided to ground him the moment he had arrived home from France. Sure he knew it would happen, yet he didnt expect it to let up now. After al his parents were both teachers at Hogwarts, while neither was his personally, or even members of Ravenclaw House, he could still be summoned to their office at anytime for another lecture or an extension of punishment. Sometimes the Fifth year wished his parents didn't work a his school.
Looking behind him he saw he had lost Tobi in the crowd. Sighing again he looked around. And Adjusting his shiny blue prefect badge he called out to the crowd. "First years! Wait here for your escort! Second Years and up, to the Carriages!" he called. I'll just wait here for Tobi, and keep an eye on things. he decided as he looked at the first years gathering and the second years and up moving inside the station. Looking around he saw very little that caught his attention. Except that! The scene of faces walking past had obscured the scene. But yes! It was a perfect picture. Raising his ever present camera, Bradley shot a picture. A Flash of Light and a Puff of Purple smoke erupted from the camera.
A unique scene, a unicorn and its foal watching from between trees. And Bradley smiled as he had captured the rare moment on film. As though the unicorn knew it was sighted, it ran off, followed by its foal. Bradley had caught it just in time it seemed.
❝'Cause you are the piece of me I wish I didn't need
Chasing relentlessly, still fight and I don't know why
If our love is tragedy, why are you my remedy?
If our love's insanity, why are you my clarity?
Why are you my clarity?
Why are you my remedy?
Why are you my clarity?
Why are you my remedy?❞
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Posted: Sun Jan 26, 2014 4:21 pm
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  f i r s t y e a r || u n s o r t e d || h a l f b l o o d
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Stupid.
Yvonne stood amidst the hectic arrival of a multitude of students, alone, but not really. Students were already starting to socialize with one another, possibly due to the long train ride providing them with the perfect opportunity to befriend each other, as well as other strangers. Ugh. Yvonne didn't have that chance, because she was born and raised in Hogsmeade. Screw the train.
But no, Yvonne wasn't jealous. Even though she might want a buddy here and there, but she operated mostly alone, because she relied solely on her own skills. Hmph. The girl stood at the station, glancing (or rather, glaring) at other young children, who would most likely become her competition once school starts.
This could be fun.
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Posted: Sun Jan 26, 2014 4:25 pm
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"Broken glass,
shattered shards.
As my sweet relents,
my bitter comes forth.
Prepare for the end."
Claire felt her face start to burn....was it anger? No...this feeling was most likely embarrassment, why did he have to question the gift? This...thing...took enough effort to actually make. Something she usually wouldn't do either, "....." She then muttered something under her breath as she looked to the side, so she didn't have to face Josh, ".....Just....take it." She then glanced back at Josh, "Do you not even remember what you said at the end of the first year?"
That was when the other male decided to excuse himself, at...least this wouldn't be too bad of a situation.
"If you don't remember....You can toss it or whatever." She stated as she thrust the gift out again, "So...just...take it."
My feelings? I'm embarrassed you know?
Precious thought of mine, "So difficult. I swear..."
I'm a Slytherin.
Did you know that I'm a second year?
My strings are being pulled. "..." Out of character.
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Posted: Sun Jan 26, 2014 4:43 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 26, 2014 5:13 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 26, 2014 5:27 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 26, 2014 5:46 pm
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1, 2, 3, 4, 5 years go by
I don't really know why I don't really know why
7, 8, 9, 11 years go by
I don't really know why I don't really know why
I still feel the same way I did when I was 17
I still look over my shoulder waitin for the world to change
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ღＴａｋｅｎxxxＢｙღxxx Ｒｏｓｅ Ｈａｌｌ
•·.·´¯`·.·• •·.·´¯`·.·•´
Nell came off the train with a wide grin on her face and looking for her friends to sit with on the carriages. Luckily some other new prefect was already attempting to direct the flow of students making her job practically obsolete. Which was good for her since she wanted to actually talk to her friends before she had to do duty things. To her luck she spotted Dhyl first, who was holding a bird cage instead of his normal cat carrier, and walked over to him with her cloak still unbuttoned allowing for her dress to be seen billowing slightly around her. "Dhyl! How was your summer? Did you do anything out the ordinary? And where's you cutie Qube?" Nell bombarded, as usual, along with her customary tight hug.
`•.¸¸.••´´¯``•• .¸¸.•´
Wearing: Last uniform | Where: Hogsmeade Platform | With: Dhyl | Thoughts: And why does he own a bird now? | OOC:
But these are the good old days
These are the good old days
These are the good old days
And I wish that I could stay
I wish that I could stay
I wish I could stay
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Posted: Sun Jan 26, 2014 5:48 pm
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♂Sᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ Yᴇᴀʀ♂Sʟʏᴛʜᴇʀɪɴ♂Rᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇ Bᴇᴀᴛᴇʀ♂Hᴇɪʀ ɪɴ Tʀᴀɪɴɪɴɢ♂
ϟWᴀᴋᴇ ᴜᴘϟ
ϟGʀᴀʙ ᴀ ʙʀᴜsʜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴜᴛ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ-ᴜᴘϟ
ϟHɪᴅᴇ ᴛʜᴇ sᴄᴀʀs ᴛᴏ ғᴀᴅᴇ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇ sʜᴀᴋᴇ-ᴜᴘϟ
ϟWʜʏ'ᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋᴇʏs ᴜᴘᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴀʙʟᴇ?ϟ
ϟHᴇʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴇ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ғᴀʙʟᴇϟ ►▷►Joshua nodded in both acceptance and dismissal at David, eyes staring after him for a lingering second. "Good bye, and I'll surely see you later." Well, at least he was polite. A summer home had refreshed that much in him. He looked at the parcel Claire was attempting to hand him and sighed as he yanked it from her hands. He opened it and looked at the book. Was it a photo album? As he looked in it, he discovered it was a scrapbook instead, which caused him to c**k an eyebrow. "Thank you, I suppose. It must have taken some time." Not that he cared, of course. It just seemed like she had taken her time on it. Oh well. He'd have to determine that when he looked through it in detail later. ϟFᴀᴛʜᴇʀ, ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ, ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ, ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀϟ
ϟFᴀᴛʜᴇʀ, ɪɴᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴀɴᴅs I ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴅ ᴍʏ sᴘɪʀɪᴛϟ
ϟFᴀᴛʜᴇʀ, ɪɴᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴀɴᴅsϟ
ϟWʜʏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴏʀsᴀᴋᴇɴ ᴍᴇ?ϟ
ϟIɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇʏᴇs ғᴏʀsᴀᴋᴇɴ ᴍᴇϟ
ϟIɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs ғᴏʀsᴀᴋᴇɴ ᴍᴇϟ
ϟIɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ғᴏʀsᴀᴋᴇɴ ᴍᴇϟ |
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Cinnabun Gryffie Vice Captain
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Cinnabun Gryffie Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Jan 26, 2014 5:58 pm
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∞Lɪɢʜᴛ sᴛᴀʀᴛs ɪɴ ᴀ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ∞
∞Tʜᴇ sᴛᴏʀʏ ᴏғ ᴀ ᴄᴀʀ ᴄʜᴀsᴇ∞
∞Aɴᴅ I’ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀɪᴍɪɴᴀʟ∞
∞Aɴᴅ ғʟᴇᴇɪɴɢ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜɪs sᴄᴇɴᴇ∞
∞Aɴᴅ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴄᴀᴜɢʜᴛ ɪɴ ᴀ ʙᴀᴅ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ∞
∞Tʜᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇs ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴᴛʜɪɴᴋᴀʙʟᴇ∞ Dhyl looked over at Nell, a smile gracing his face. As she hugged him, he reciprocated, happy to see her. "Hiya there, Nell. I had a fairly nice summer, actually. Lots of studying. About the only thing I did different was spend time with my Gramma and the owner of the Quidditch shop in Diagon. He lent me a book!" He smiled brighter, then glanced at the birdcage he held, rather than Qube's carrier. The taller teen gave a small sigh, then a slightly sadder smile. "Qube passed away at the beginning of this summer. I like to think she's with Momma in Heaven. Makes it easier, I guess." He shrugged, then sighed again, before gesturing to the grumpy looking bird. "This is Martin, by the way. Named him myself." He nodded, then blinked at the bird in question. Had his uncle packed owl food? If not, Martin probably wouldn't be a very happy owl. ∞I’ᴍ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʀɪɴᴋ ᴏғ ᴅɪsᴀsᴛᴇʀ∞
∞Sᴛᴀʀɪɴ’ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴsᴇǫᴜᴇɴᴄᴇs∞
∞Sᴏ ʙʀᴀᴋᴇ ʜᴀʀᴅ ᴡᴇ’ʟʟ ʙᴇ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ∞
∞Tᴏɴɪɢʜᴛ I’ʟʟ ᴅᴏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇs ᴛᴏ ғᴀɪʟ∞
∞Gᴏɪɴ’ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ғᴀsᴛᴇʀ∞
∞Jᴜᴍᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴜɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜʀᴏᴡ ɪᴛ ɪɴᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴀʀ∞
∞Bᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴀᴄᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ∞
∞Wᴇ’ʀᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ ᴀsʟᴇᴇᴘ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʜᴇᴇʟ∞
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