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Posted: Tue Jun 07, 2011 10:09 pm
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"Hey, Ryn!" Bailey greeted with a luminous smile, waving as their fellow Hufflepuff joined them at the table. Her eyes flashed overhead as Oberon addressed her, and she let out a light chuckle in response to his ghostly words. "Strategies? I've got tons of 'em! After all, that is my job, isn't it?" Her words were clearly not meant to be hurtful, but informing and confident. "However, I did want to talk to you about having you attend our first practice. I think we could all benefit from your advice and tales of your past experiences. Maybe you could show Nevin here how to keep Ryn out of his goal posts." Bailey teased, patting Nevin's knee gently to let him know she was just playing around. To be honest, her boyfriend was actually an exceptional keeper, but she liked to make her other players feel good, as well.
Bailey's attention began to fade as she delved further into thoughts of what it would be like to be in an actual relationship, but was interrupted at Austin's kind words. "Thanks!" She beamed, allowing a spree of laughter towards Yuan as he poked fun at her. "Just because you're a Hufflepuff, doesn't mean you need to be the good guy." She shook her fist at him playfully, keeping the fingers of her other hand intertwined with Nevin's. "Hey Kaera! Madeline..." She greeted her beater before nodding politely to another of her housemates. She had never gotten very close to Madeline, mostly because they were in separate years, but part of it was just the girl's tendency to create awkward silences. Bailey knew what it was like to be secluded from the outside world, though, and didn't necessarily feel sorry for her, but still did her best to offer a chance for friendship.
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Posted: Tue Jun 07, 2011 10:25 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 08, 2011 12:11 pm
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Hᴜғғʟᴇ✧ᴘᴜғғ ₪ ₪ ₪ ₪ ₪ ₪ ≑ ╩ ≑ ₪ ₪ ₪ ₪ ₪ ₪ Fᴏᴜʀᴛʜ✧Yᴇᴀʀ≔≖≖≖≖≖≖≖≖≖≖ ≍≍≍≍≍╚ ❂ ╝≍≍≍≍≍ ≖≖≖≖≖≖≖≖≖≖≕
A small, none strained smile, a nod, and a smooth, soft, "Hello."
Before Madeline slunk back into constructed shell. Fresh foot forward was far harder than one could imagine after building up a reputation of being a silent soft shadow. With a soft sigh, she thought, Well I suppose it is a start better than any other...
Though as she considered other possible entrances into conversation or at least considering greetings. That was probably the most 'low risk, low result' method she had up her sleeves. Which didn't say much consider that the alternatives were so far outside of her character, it would have yielded even less of a result.
She chuckled softly to herself, I make this sound like an investment...and not possible friendships.
She gave a small sad shake of her head, as she leaned upon her upturned palm settling her elbow on the table as her other arm gripped his biceps loosely. Listening was by far the safest route in till she was in a better environment to put a fresh foot forward.
≔≖≖≖≖≖≖≖≖≖≖ ≍≍≍≍≍╔ OOC ╗≍≍≍≍≍ ≖≖≖≖≖≖≖≖≖≖≕Ѻüтḟї☂ ₪ ₪ ₪ ₪ ₪ ₪ ≑ ╦ ≑ ₪ ₪ ₪ ₪ ₪ ₪ ℳøø∂
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Posted: Wed Jun 08, 2011 3:51 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 08, 2011 4:10 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 08, 2011 6:37 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 09, 2011 12:40 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 09, 2011 10:25 pm
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ℒεηησ✗ gαℓvαηι, Fιяsт Yεαяxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx -Hufflepuff-
mood ► Famished.
thought ► That was too bloody sweet.
location ► Hufflepuff table
Lennox let out a contentious sigh when the sorting hat had finally made his decision. He nearly toppled over himself when he found his way to the cheering table. But why would they cheer for him? He would be of no help to his house whatsoever. The newly appointed Hufflepuff took a seat near the end, maintaining a small smile at the upperclassmen seated to his right. There were no other Hufflepuffs sorted yet and wondered why. He gathered bits and bobs of the other houses key traits but was left oblivious to his own house. There were the brave, cunning and intelligent. What was left? Perhaps this is where all the others are sorted into He sulked as his finger fiddled with a spoon. Lifting it up to eye level, Lennox gazed into his disfigured relfection. Nothing remarkable to look at. There was nothing in his features that shouted out 'special' or 'extraordinary'. Part of him wanted that extra flare. That zing that could possibly make his life better. But looks alone won't do anything. Even he knew that. He envied those on the tely, the people that did something with their lives. Made others happy. Made a difference.
Those sudden burst of emotions that welled up inside him only lasted for no more than a week. Then it was back to his pathetic old self again. His actions always based on capricious whims, his parents happily obliging to them. Never giving anything a try if it did not yield to results quickly. He was perfectly aware of his doings. Yet there was nothing he could do to it. His lack of integrity and perserverance was always the problem. Words alone could not persuade him to do the changes he wanted to happen. Of course he would end up in the house with no specialty in anything. He wasn't smart, brave or ambitious. The sorting hat was out of it's mind to think that he had the personality for those kinds of things. But he should be glad. There were no expectations for him. Another sigh was added into the count as he set the spoon down on the table. A quick glimpse of his housemates once more. They probably thought he was demented. Looking at a spoon. How awfully rude of him.
Looking upon his robes, he thought of how silly everyone look. Never had he imagined himself wearing cloaks and robes for daily attire. It was so...medieval. This whole place seemed medieval. Fictional. As if he had entered this fabricated world of fiction where anything was possible. The night sky hanging of the ceiling that towered over them? Looming candlelights that supported themselves, being caressed in the air. Was that even possible? Squinting slightly, he noticed that it was slightly transluctant, the gothic structure visible if one looks hard enough. But why would anyone want to look for it? The synthetic beauty wasn't ment to be overlooked.
Deriding himself, he put an elbow on the table so that his body faced towards the sortees. It provided some blockage between him and the rest of those sitting next to him. His position allowed himself to be isolated from the others. He didn't have a voice to speak through even if he could. There was nothing he could talk about. Nothing that related to all these magical occurings. He was so inexperienced with all of this. Heck, he was inexperienced with the muggle world as well. Befriending everything but humans. Manifistations of others were the only ones he got on along well. Other thought he was demented, mad, a bother. So much that he too thought the same thing. Driving it into other people's heads, spreading the infection.
Now that his sorting was done and out of the way, the wait seemed endless. But it didn't bother Lennox as much as he thought it would. In fact, he was rather fond of waiting. Better to wait than to be surprised right? Surprises ended up disastrous and if they weren't, it always ended up someway or another into the pit of his gut. A terrible occurence that he would end up regretting later. Karma. The things that became good news always hinted at the previous actions that led to it. Cheating, lying, the usual things that happened when you get karma. It wasn't so much the bad deed that affected him so, it was the aftermath. What would his parents think? What would his friends think? Would he lose them because of that? Questions that pained him every day drained him of his energy.
All the thought of guts and organs brought him back to the plate in front of him. His finger traced around the edges of the metallic gold while biting onto his lip. Was there going to be food anytime soon? Taking off his elbow, he took a look the long table. It seemed endless. How could they possibly feed all these people? Was it going to be a buffet of some sorts. Lennox prayed to god it wouldn't. The long would be extensive to the point that he would lose his appetite. There was no way he was going to wait in line if there were this much people. Not even his tolerance can deal with that. Luckily, there was drinks in the goblet and he took a sip of that. The taste was awfully sweet and he fought back the urge to spit it back in. What kind of human being dissolves sugar into a liquid? Perhaps it how wizards liked it. Sweet things. His thoughts lingered on something to drain the sweet confection in his mouth. As if the heavens heard him, the goblet refilled itself with water. Hearing the sound of pouring liquid, he peered back into his cup. Hesitant at first, he took a sip and was delighted that it was something that he could swallow. Not all that was left was the food. He had accumulated quite an appetite.
∝╬══→▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬[☠]▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ work it harder • make it better do it faster • make us stronger
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Posted: Thu Jun 09, 2011 10:53 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2011 11:40 am
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Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2011 7:57 pm
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