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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2015 3:50 am
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xSeymour Benjamin Ryansxxxxx xxxx<4th Year><Single: pfft... I'm a one man army!>
My watch broke last week And I don't need directions to know I'm < Slytherin Common Room > And an FYI, looking this Awesome is an art!
------------------------------------------------------------------------ xx Benjamin didn't even notice he was starting to nod off, leaning on Morven's shoulder, when he felt her shift angling towards him and muttered something to him. His eyes flickered open and he mumbled, "Qué es...?" before the words processed in his head, he sat up for a moment and shot a suspicious look at Morven. He mulled it over and then let out a small snort, "Please... I'm not that lame. If you want some ridiculous 'cutesy' label for us to start snogging you're going to have to ask me. Not that I would say no, but I'm cool with being exclusive snogging partners... in a year or two... or three... exclusive shag buddies if we don't grow bored or you kill me first."
He raised a brow, "Or someone else gets me in some dark corridor like Timmy keeps claiming is going to happen to me." He yawned and decided to settle his head on Morven's lap and added, closing his eyes, "Besides, I think it would take more than chocolate to 'win' you over." He wrapped the blanket he had around him tighter, and didn't say anything else, letting his breathing slow as he began to fall back into sleep. He was exhausted and Morven looked more exhausted then him. Honestly how tired Morven was, might be the reason she hadn't just shoved him off the couch, it wasn't as if all those quidditch practices didn't add some weight on him by the way of muscle. Sure she was a werewolf and probably strong enough to do it, but after her running around chasing whatever or doing whatever wolves did, Benjamin doubted she felt it worth it. She could have easily told him no to him crashing on the couch with her. As Benjamin nodded off he wondered what exactly it was werewolves did on the full moon besides going to the Forbidden Forest. It wasn't like there would be stories of werewolves in the Forbidden Forest if they weren't there.
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{Translation: (1)What is it? OoC: separate timeline from hera business}
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2015 4:23 pm
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When I was young and unbroken, I tried so hard to get under everyone's skin. And so it begins; I braced myself- Embraced myself, misplaced myself- And all with a sh*t eating grin! And the p***k of a pin! It's a killer life, now on with the show!
M O R V E N G R A I N N E V A S S SLYTHERIN │ FIFTH YEAR │ BLOOD TRAITOR
Morven scowled sleepily at him when he sat up and gave her a look like she was trying to insinuate something. "Over my dead body," she informed him, "Would I ever ask you out. Ask you to find a broom closet with me, sure." She propped herself up with one elbow on the arm of the couch for a moment to regard him through half lidded eyes. "Nice to know you have... great expectations," she added, voice trailing off into a barely there murmur. Exclusive snogging partners, then exclusive shag buddies... sounded more realistic than most relationships to her. Morven shifted back down into a lying position as he settled his head in her lap and finally let her eyes close, mouthing 'you bet' at his last words. She heard his breathing slow and listened to the crackling of the fire. When she dreamed after a full moon, it tended to be of the forest and the rustling undergrowth, of owls in trees, and deer drinking from trickling streams. They weren't bad dreams, necessarily, and Morven welcomed them tonight as she drifted out of consciousness.
OOC: separate timeline from hera business o3o
I built this house with walls of flesh- And broken bones and skins! And I must confess that I'm a sweet mess... I change my guard with no regard; And I'm not unscarred so far. But I'm a success of bitter sweetness!
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2015 10:51 pm
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What the hell is wrong with me? My mom and dad weren't perfect, But still you don't hear no crying a** bitching from me, Like there seems to be on everybody's CD
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Carver was seated in the common room, his feet tossed carelessly over one arm of a chair while he slouched into the other arm. He didn't particularly care that he might be offending every other stuck up Slytherin in the place. He didn't have to act proper if he didn't want to, and no one made him do anything he didn't want to do. Things he had to do, sure, that was something he was basically used to as far as classwork or doing chores. However, beyond that, he didn't see the point in putting on airs for anyone. His eyes were steadily reading the book he was reading, only the sound of him turning a page even giving evidence that he was moving at all. Hey, it was a weekend, he could be lazy if he wanted to be!
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All those Saturday When kids go out and play Yo I was up in my room I let the stereo blaze
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Posted: Sun Jun 21, 2015 9:24 pm
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I’m just a believer That things will get better Some can take it or leave it But I don’t wanna let it go XXXXXX
мυɢɢℓєвσяиє ▽ sιиɢℓє ▽ υиcσиғιиє∂
⊱Gia had just come from bothering host of other portraits by either asking them numerous questions they didn't have answers for or by just trying to pry them from the walls to see if they too opened secret passageways. Unfortunately all she garnered was apparently a bad reputation among almost all the paintings in the dungeons and even had a tea pot thrown at her from one such painting. Well, they attempted to throw it but really, it was just a painting, how much damage could they really think to achieve? She was feeling a bit peaky and had only returned to the common room to look for Lorelei to ask if she'd want to head to the Kitchens but instead saw another person she'd been meaning to catch alone. The "relationship," if one could call it that, she had with Carver wasn't overly complicated: he went along with her schemes to figure out the castle (that is to say be a general menace) and kept them (mainly her) out of trouble. They were already the odd persons out in their House by being overtly muggleborn, no need to place more strain on it by always loosing them points by her trying to pry pictures off the wall or taking apart suits of armor. That said, they'd develop what she'd hoped could be called a bond and some semblance of friendship and as such she'd observed some things about her...friend. The biggest being that he sort of avoided talking about his home life, or lack thereof. So in honor of their new-found "friendship," she figured the least she could do was at least offer an alternative. "Carver, got a minute or is that book too much of a page turner?" Gia asked with a raised eyebrow taking in his practically still frame. ⊱
Casual △Where ~Common Room △With ~Carver △What ~Offering a proposition △OOC ~ I’ve never been that lucky I’ve never tasted fame I’m always lookin’ for something But I hate changin’
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Posted: Sun Jun 21, 2015 11:28 pm
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What the hell is wrong with me? My mom and dad weren't perfect, But still you don't hear no crying a** bitching from me, Like there seems to be on everybody's CD
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Carver looked up as he heard someone approach and shrugged at Gia, gesturing over to a chair for her to sit. He could definitely label their friendship strange, as he honestly couldn't care what other people thought about him. He knew that his dormmate Tristan probably didn't like him, even though he just stated facts and that was it, and he also knew that the rest of his year basically was not really that enthusiastic about him. Sighing, he closed his book and laid it on his stomach, not even bothering to right himself as he looked toward her. Yes, definitely an odd relationship. They both were unapologetically muggleborn, and both didn't care too much about what others thought about them, he probably less than she. He looked down at his book and then back at Gia. "It's all right, I guess. Something to kill time with, anyway. Why, what's up?"
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All those Saturday When kids go out and play Yo I was up in my room I let the stereo blaze
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2015 3:48 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2015 9:28 pm
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What the hell is wrong with me? My mom and dad weren't perfect, But still you don't hear no crying a** bitching from me, Like there seems to be on everybody's CD
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Carver blinked and shrugged his shoulders again, wondering what about his home life was unsatisfactory. Okay, sure, he had a bit ago been kidnapped by some crazy a*****e that was convinced that Carver would just roll over for him and do his bidding, but that was about it. No hidden secrets, nothing to lie about. What was the point? Only got him in trouble. He considered for a moment, then straightened up a bit to look at her properly. "Okay, my home life? Consists of an orphanage. That's about it, a completely muggle orphanage. Nothing really special about it, unless you count the year I was kidnapped. I don't. Arse had it coming to him anyway, since the guy's behind bars. That's about the gist. Anything else you want to know?" He wasn't being abrasive, just truthful. Not like Gia really cared in any case. She probably was trying to figure out how to work this into whatever she was planning.
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All those Saturday When kids go out and play Yo I was up in my room I let the stereo blaze
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2015 10:16 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2015 7:03 pm
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What the hell is wrong with me? My mom and dad weren't perfect, But still you don't hear no crying a** bitching from me, Like there seems to be on everybody's CD
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Carver didn't care too much that Gia wasn't going to kidnap him. He doubted she could hold him if she tried to. He had gotten out of one mess once before, and the guy got what was coming to him. He just hoped that Paul was having fun playing 'drop the soap'. Her comment about his completely muggle orphanage made a small smile creep onto his face. While he certainly didn't have anything electronic to bring with him to Gia's place, he didn't mind the idea of getting out and away from it for a bit. However, that did leave the fact that he had no clue as to how her parents would react. "No, not too sad. At least it gets me away for a bit. Haven't had a chance to do that in a while." He suddenly had a thought, and he frowned. "Your parents do know you're inviting me, right? Or is this a case of you're surprising them when you get home kind of deal?" If that was the case, he had to figure out his own way to get home. He didn't want to be stranded somewhere where he had trouble getting back to where he belonged. London was pretty big, after all.
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All those Saturday When kids go out and play Yo I was up in my room I let the stereo blaze
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Posted: Thu Jun 25, 2015 12:04 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 16, 2015 1:23 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 16, 2015 2:21 pm
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When we went off away from the forest- We did travel far to get a taste of so much more. We dug up the roots of all the stories... Put them in a pot and brought them to a fiery roar! We fed on these things without a worry; Never gave a thought to the coming of the winter storm. Gone away, gone away, what was yesterday? Make a meal, make a bed, tuck your feet in- And resting elbows twice on a table can be nice; But the comforts, they can be deceiving.
ᶜ ʸ ᴿ ᵁ ˁ ᴱ ᶻ ᴱ ᴷ ᴵ ᴱ ᴸ ᴸ ᴵ ᴸ ᴸ ᴬ ᴺ ᵀ ᴵ ᴺ ᴱ ᴾᵁᴿᴱᴮᴸᴼᴼᴰ │ ᵀᴴᴵᴿᴰ ᴮᴼᴿᴺ │ ˁᴸʸᵀᴴᴱᴿᴵᴺ │ ᶠᴵᴿˁᵀ ʸᴱᴬᴿ
Cy had an almost criminal amount of free time on his hands, being a first year, and while he spent most of his time out of the dungeons, that didn't mean he didn't like the Common Room. You could see the depths of the lake through the windows, after all, even if it did mean the entire room had a murky greenish tint to it. He was so caught up with trying to see a merperson or the giant squid, hands cupped around his eyes, that he almost didn't notice Wendy. But, in the end, her red locks and familiar frown were pretty hard to miss. He turned from the windows, distracted, and wandered over to where she was seated, twirling a quill in her hand, obviously studying for her OWLs. "Hi Wendy," he said happily, perching on the edge of her chair. "Are you studying for your exams?" he asked innocently.
Now the seasons are not what they once seemed- The berries all are green though the sun is at a fine high crest... We lifted our shirts up in a hurry- Reaching for the belly hollow from the long cold rest! We slept off all the fat, but they'll be no more of that, 'Cause there must be some disease 'neath the canopy! Swinging tails from trees, we can gather we need- Give away what we had a fair share of... And now the forks and knives with the sacrifice; With a pair only some can believe in.
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Sun Aug 16, 2015 5:13 pm
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Posted: Mon Aug 17, 2015 3:27 pm
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When we went off away from the forest- We did travel far to get a taste of so much more. We dug up the roots of all the stories... Put them in a pot and brought them to a fiery roar! We fed on these things without a worry; Never gave a thought to the coming of the winter storm. Gone away, gone away, what was yesterday? Make a meal, make a bed, tuck your feet in- And resting elbows twice on a table can be nice; But the comforts, they can be deceiving.
ᶜ ʸ ᴿ ᵁ ˁ ᴱ ᶻ ᴱ ᴷ ᴵ ᴱ ᴸ ᴸ ᴵ ᴸ ᴸ ᴬ ᴺ ᵀ ᴵ ᴺ ᴱ ᴾᵁᴿᴱᴮᴸᴼᴼᴰ │ ᵀᴴᴵᴿᴰ ᴮᴼᴿᴺ │ ˁᴸʸᵀᴴᴱᴿᴵᴺ │ ᶠᴵᴿˁᵀ ʸᴱᴬᴿ
Cy was quickly growing fond of the way Wendy's eyes narrowed almost reflexively every time she looked at him. It was extremely entertaining. "No, I like living," he said in a tone that implied that should be obvious. "I'm just being curious," he defended mildly. "I'm not stopping you from studying. After all, if we're going to be family we have to look out for one another, right? I certainly wouldn't want my future big sister to fail any of her exams." His expression was extremely earnest, and his eyes were shining, and he successfully held that expression even while she insulted him, to his delight. He was getting better at it. "So does that mean when you marry Vander you won't have any friends either?" he asked, and then added, "I do have friends. Just none in this house. Yet." He said it like he fully intended to change that in the future. "What subject are you studying?"
Now the seasons are not what they once seemed- The berries all are green though the sun is at a fine high crest... We lifted our shirts up in a hurry- Reaching for the belly hollow from the long cold rest! We slept off all the fat, but they'll be no more of that, 'Cause there must be some disease 'neath the canopy! Swinging tails from trees, we can gather we need- Give away what we had a fair share of... And now the forks and knives with the sacrifice; With a pair only some can believe in.
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Mon Aug 17, 2015 4:56 pm
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xWendy Madeline Chaistyxxxxx xxxx<5th Year>
Time: Autumn 2030 Location: Slytherin Common Room Dressed: Casually
------------------------------------------------------------------------ xx "That's surprising, considering you seem to work to get at least two death threats from Evander a day," Wendy remarked dryly in regards to Cyrus's fondness of living. "You are lucky that from what I can tell Evander has merely found better things to occupy his time then actually make earnest on any of his threats." She sighed and couldn't help but narrow her eyes again as he went on with his nauseating show of being earnest and innocent. Did any of his classmates really fall for that nonsense?
"I have friends now, I don't see why it would change because of who I married," Wendy said, trying to keep her tone neutral and not acknowledge the voice that told her that no she had a friend and she about ruined that no thanks to trying to save that friend from an idiotic slip of tongue about her choices in boyfriends, which Wendy hated to admit she was slightly envious of. Mira had a boyfriend who was actually interested in her and could go out on dates, meanwhile Wendy had Evander who spent time with her because he had no other friends and even if he showed some slight interest in her it wasn't like he actually thought she was pretty or attractive beyond what he was expected to think, right?
"Should I set you up with Sera so you can maybe make a friend in our house? Though, a fair warning, she'll see right through that fake act of sincerity you try. Apparently your other friends are either too stupidly nice-likely Hufflepuffs- or too stupid in general to see you for what you are," Wendy said. "And it is charms I'm studying for, not that you actually care. You don't even like me, I'm well aware of that. And your mummy and daddy aren't here to impress and act like you are so enthralled by the future bride your mother chose for your brother, so you can stop the show for now. It bores me, Cyrus."
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