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 Posted: Mon Jan 26, 2015 12:09 pm
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 ıllıllı ωєи∂у мα∂єℓιиє ¢нαιѕту ıllıllı
3я∂ уєαя ѕℓутнєяιи
ρυяєвℓσσ∂ αи∂ вяαи¢н мємвєя σf тнє ανєяу fαмιℓу
Wendy nodded as Vander rushed to stop the prattling. It was as expected. Evander didn't seem the type to particularly like small talk. And, Wendy, while she could do it, bored of it after the first three words. Of course she could make small talk, but she usually didn't bother. Being silent, politely smiling, and a small nod of interest went just as long as small talk-if not farther.
When Evander asked about her electives and asked about muggle studies she nodded with half a smile, that looked more darkly amused than actually happy about the thought, "And muggle music, actually. It isn't as if I'm as well versed in muggle 'culture' as some of our fellow students might be. The Avery family's Ravenclaw heir considered making me take Muggle Art and Muggle Mythology since I apparently had 'extra time to study' because I skipped all my flying classes. Not that being able to sit on a broom is that important of a skill or talent. There is apparation and floo powder which works just fine."
"But, yes," Wendy said, "Muggle Studies. And Muggle Music. I'll also be taking alchemy,music, and wandlore studies. I didn't feel the need to overly burnden my schedule though there are plenty of other interesting and useful electives-such as cursebreaking or wandless magic or wizard law-and decided to prioritize my choices on what is most important to me for my last three electives. Just being practical."
"Regardless, what are your big plans Mr. Lillantine, this year? Have you considered your electives? I'm sure there is an elective or two your family sees as non-negotionable."
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Posted: Mon Jan 26, 2015 12:18 pm
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  Location: Hogwarts Express -> Hogsmeade Station
Alice and Jasper looked at each other before telling Jasper looked to Valentina and said. “Try not to worry about it. I’m sure if you don’t think about your disorder you won’t be nearly as stress.” He told her. “Trust me, I speak from experience.” He added. Alice for probably the first time since they got onto the train reached out and took Jasper’s hand. Giving it a light squeeze in reassurance, Alice knew that Jasper had always had a tough time talking and it was very much a real problem he had. Not many knew about it but she tried to get him to talk to people and overcome it. Luckily he seemed to be shining through all the problems he had, which made Alice happy.
By the time the two Lancasters were ready to go the train was coming to a stop. Looking out the window Alice nodded at Valentina’s comment. “Yep, it sure is. Let’s go!” she said before heading off the train followed by Jasper. They seemed to loss Valentina in the process and were forced to look for her. “Do you see her Jasper?” Alice asked wondering where she could be. Since Alice was about as short as a second year maybe a little taller she had to rely on her adoptive brother to find her friends. “Um… there she is… she’s talking with Lexine and Iñigo.” He replied. Alice jumped on the spot happy. “Come on Jazz.” She called to him racing off to her friends.
“Hey Lexine, it’s been like forever.” Alice said practically running over and tackling the girl in a huge. “Oh sorry, you’re a prefect I probably shouldn’t be doing that.” She said backing up before looking to Iñigo. “Hi Iñigo,” she greeted brightly. “Hey Iñigo, Lexine.” Jasper said with a smile as he walked over. “You’re lucky Jasper’s so tall or else we’d never would have found you.” Alice said looking to Valentina. Jasper smiled knowing that it was true, Alice being short just meant she needed his tallness.
Status: Happy, excited
Wearing: Hufflepuff Uniform
Status: Happy
Wearing: Hufflepuff Uniform
With: Each other... Valentina & Lexine
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Posted: Mon Jan 26, 2015 1:12 pm
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xxxxxxxηｉc σ ℓ є
ɢｖｅｒｎａxxxxxxx
1st Year
House:.....
I am a.... Pure Blood
❝Looks can be Deceiving...❞
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As Nicole stepped into the vicinity that was named, Hogsmeade, she had paused. She looked around her environment, scanning the various difference between here and home. Home felt warmer than this location but perhaps that was just nerves getting to her. She couldn't shoot down something so easily, could she? She was a first year here at the magic school Hogwarts and already she didn't have a very good impression of the surrounding. Yeah, this place was certainly very close to Hogwarts but the vibe she recieved from this place seemed so.....cold. Yeah, cold was probably the best way to put it as she snuggled up in her long black coat.
She glanced around her surroundings but it didn't really appear that there were any wizards or witches within the vicinity that she recognized. Yet, why would she recognize any? She wasn't much of a social person, not in the least! She kept more to herself than to put herself out there in the world and converse with people. She would rather read a book than speak with people. But....that only added to her situation of a enormously lack of friends or really anything she could converse with. The only thing she really could speak with was her pet....although she didn't really see it so much as a pet. Her companion is what she would call it or even a friend as it would listen to her more than anyone else....well except for her family.
She was vaguely listening but she honestly thought she heard a teacher yell out for 1st years. So, with nothing much to do she walked briskly towards the teachers and the students that would eventually be some of her classmates.
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{წＯ.ff Ｏ.f Ｃ.ampus: წ |
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Mon Jan 26, 2015 3:57 pm
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I see you in my head and eye.
Your eyes are vacant and your mouth is bright.
And all you say are things I don't want to hear...
So I smash my hands against my broken ears...
We'll be the thoughts that you were warned about!
We are the shadows in your basement!
When you say doomsday, they say everything's alright!
But it's all the same, get yourself a number.
Oh, we've been watching you sleep.
We know your tricks, we know all your bad habits...
We know your secrets, we know what you've lost...
We sneak into your closet and have dinner with the skeletons!
ᵉ ᵛ ᵃ ᶰ ᵈ ᵉ ʳ
ᵗ ʳ ᶤ ˢ ᵗ ᵃ ᶰ
ˡ ᶤ ˡ ˡ ᵃ ᶰ ᵗ ᶤ ᶰ ᵉ
ˢˡʸᵗʰᵉʳᶤᶰ │ ˢᵉᶜᵒᶰᵈ ʸᵉᵃʳ │ ᵖᵘʳᵉᵇˡᵒᵒᵈ │ ʰᵉᶤʳ
Vander made a sound of amusement at the idea of her taking Muggle Art and Muggle Mythology. Still, it wasn't as if she in reality probably had had much of a say in what electives she took to begin with. Either her cousin or her legal guardians most likely looked at what she expressed interest in, and told her whether or not she was allowed to sign up for it. "You skipped Flying?" he asked with interest. "I didn't take you for the sort." It wasn't that he thought she'd have liked it, but she was so neutral he hadn't thought she'd go out of her way to not attend. "I'm trying out for the quidditch team this year," he mentioned. He'd end up on reserve if he was lucky, but he wasn't about to admit it. He didn't see how Cursebreaking or Wandless or even Law would be all that useful to her, specifically- what, did she intend to be a cursebreaker or duelist? But if he said anything along those lines she'd still find a way to turn it back on him. This was the problem, he realized, when girls were smarter than you and there was nothing you could do about it. Sure, he didn't want to deal with an idiot, but to have some of his pride would be nice. "This year?" he repeated. "I'm taking Advanced Flying alongside my regular classes. That's it. Next year? Wizard Law and World Studies are 'non-negotiable' for me, most likely. I haven't exactly been sat down for a talk about it with my father. I'm sure there'll be letters regarding it in the spring, though." His father tended to take a very active interest in his education, which might have been more touching except that his grades... while not awful could stand to be better, and he'd been told as much.
All along you've been asking what's wrong with me!
All along you've been living your predicament!
Saying you were innocent, but what's that got to do with me?
We are the cracks in all you dream about!
We are the noises in your attic,
We'll bethe people you were warned about!
We are the monsters in your closet!
Now despite your hopes, despite your prayers, you're broke like us.
We watch you when you're asleep, we hear as you grind your teeth...
We're always wearing smiles, but we're never what they seem.
You run when you're awake, but we still kill you when you dream! |
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Posted: Mon Jan 26, 2015 5:34 pm
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~~~~~~~~~~~~~Iñigo Albion-Alexandré
~~~~~~~~~~~15|Fifth Year|Ravenclaw|Seer
"The best way to keep something bad from happening is to see it ahead of time..."
Iñigo laughed at her comment and looked down at her, finding the girl winking at him, to which he gave a particular boyish smile in response. As a man, nothing got to his mind quicker than his girlfriend winking at him. Of course he responded to it. "Well...I have been known for my stupidity haven't I? I don't know if I want to make any promises...yet," he said facetiously, winking back at her before he diverted his view back to the crowd, him being the only one in the three that even had a fighting chance of looking over the crowd. He did however hear Lexine tell him that she went to Paris, to which he gave another smile. "Paris is a wonderful place isn't it? I've never been extremely into art, but the Louvre is a great time. The Eiffel tower too...almost forgot. What did you do in Paris?" He said the last 'Paris' in a rather good French accent.
He did look down at her for a moment when she asked what he did. He then sighed, "I worked...worked...worked...and worked," he said to her, referring to his job with a family friend in landscaping. "On the bright side, I have quite a bit of money for when we go to Hogsmeade. Oh yes, vacationed in Alicante for a few weeks. But I'll be serious, my day with you was definitely my summer's highlight." He gave her the widest of smiles before looking out into the crowd, only to find some of his closest friend walking towards them already. He waved at them as they got closer, a small smile replacing the extremely wide variety that he had just gave Lexine.
They all said there 'Hi's to each other before, Iñigo reciprocating the notion by saying it to them himself. He did figure out that somehow Valentina didn't see him, but he said hi again nonetheless. He did almost find himself letting go of Lexine's hand because of a sudden force coming from her end. Turns out Alice had almost tackled the girl, hugging the girl. He looked over at Jasper during this time and asked him. "How was your summer buddy?" he asked the boy, reaching his arm out and giving him a friendly tap to the shoulder.
"and you can't see it if you refuse to face the possibility."
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Posted: Mon Jan 26, 2015 5:35 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 26, 2015 5:51 pm
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❋Benjamin Rivers-Blakely❋
Third year|Ravenclaw|12
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Benjamin had walked out of the train a little bit after Ari, mainly because he had forgot something on the compartment seat that he needed. After he had gotten it, he noticed that Ari had walked off, but he soon found her standing outside the train, not too far away from it and looking back at Benjamin as he stepped off. He looked at her for a brief couple moments before apologizing. "Sorry, I had to get something I forgot my lucky ring in the compartment. Had to go back and get it," he admitted to her, showing her the men's ring on his hand that was given to him by his father. "It is an old family heirloom from my Finnish side. My father would've killed me had I lost it." The ring was a rather simple black ring, but it concealed a few black diamonds within the darkness; so it was rather valuable.
Finally stopping and taking a look around the station. Ari had a few friends around there, but so did he. She however had a considerably higher amount of them. He didn't want to hinder her from hanging out with them though. "Hey, if you want to go hang out with some of your other friends...it's okay. I mean, you had to deal with me for eight hours, give or take one. I imagine you are annoyed by me by now," he said jokingly, chuckling before looking at the crowd. "Hogsmeade is always a cool place."
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Posted: Mon Jan 26, 2015 6:03 pm
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ıllıllı ωєи∂у мα∂єℓιиє ¢нαιѕту ıllıllı
3я∂ уєαя ѕℓутнєяιи
ρυяєвℓσσ∂ αи∂ вяαи¢н мємвєя σf тнє ανєяу fαмιℓу
Wendy raised a brow at Evander and said, "I didn't see much of a use for it-not for me. I didn't bother to even show up for the first class. It is quite possible they didn't even realize I was even on the roster or never showed up-at least the school officials or professor-or at least they didn't until they started handing out flying certificates." She waved a hand, "Of course I didn't get one, but it wasn't a particular loss for me."
She laid her hand back in her lap primly and listened as Vander mentioned trying out for the quidditch team, "Ah, then maybe games will be more amusing than to show up and watch. Anyways, what position are you interested in?" She ended, politely enough, though her tone made it hard to tell if she was actually interested in the matter or just was saying what was expected.
As he went on about electives, Wendy nodded and said, "Advanced Flying should help you for quidditch. Though a professional career is a bit flashy and not exactly the most useful... but Wizard Law and World Studies are useful. Best of luck in both. And of course, if you do need someone to look over your classwork this year I could offer a hand. Judging by what I saw of your transfiguration homework last year you need a bit of help." She ended and gave a polite smile as she sat perfectly straight and completely composed.
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Posted: Mon Jan 26, 2015 6:09 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 26, 2015 6:20 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 26, 2015 6:28 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 26, 2015 7:11 pm
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I hear singing, I hear singing-
Singing to me, the damned girl!
And to the waxing moon...
I hear the birds singing;
To my beauty, my beauty...
And to the growing night.
M O R V E N
G R A I N N E
V A S S
SLYTHERIN │ FOURTH YEAR │ BLOOD TRAITOR
Morven was still fuming. Seething, even. If steam could have come out her ears it would. She was livid, enraged, furious, incensed, beside herself with anger. Infuriated, nettled, full of ire and outrage, riled, whatever you wanted to call it. He had taken her hair clip. Morven had a very simple rule when it came to her belongings: keep your hands off and I'll let you keep your hands. Guess who wasn't keeping their hands for much longer? That's right, Seymour bloody Ryans. He was insane. There was no other explanation. She? She was unstable, a little paranoid, slightly off her rocker. He had to be some kind of madman to pull her hair clip out of her hair and have the gall to waltz off with it like it was his to begin with. If she didn't have it back on her head by the end of the night, the welcoming feast was going to turn into a murdering feast and victim number one was going to be guess who. She waited out the crowd before she exited the train, hair down, uniform on, look of barely repressed rage in place. She'd had plenty of time to stew on the train and now she was even more angry than she had been to begin with. What gave him the right! She'd never taken anything of his! If he thought she was going to begrudgingly thank him for being a little prat he had more than another thing coming. But how to get it back? A sneak attack? The old bait and switch? Pretend to apologize and kick him in the groin? Just kick him in the groin? Distract him and steal it back? Hunt him down and demand it back? Duel him over it? The possibilities were endless and each sounded better than the last.
The dearly beloved daughter,
Is now a dead and buried girl!
Tell me my girl, who has damned you?
Over there on the moor and in the corn...
Take my body, my rings, and my dress-
Under the moon they have burned with me. |
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Mon Jan 26, 2015 7:39 pm
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