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Posted: Sat May 12, 2012 6:13 am
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Posted: Mon May 14, 2012 2:20 am
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 4:43 pm
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phinelia von ichval   fourth year - ravenclaw
captain - ravenclaw quidditch teamhermes▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬“In the country of the blind, the one-eyed man is king.”
– Desiderius Erasmus
“The haft of the arrow had been feathered with one of the eagle’s own plumes. We often give our enemies the means of our own destruction.”
– Aesop
“There is only one good, knowledge, and one evil, ignorance.”
– Socrates
“If the brain were so simple we could understand it, we would be so simple we couldn’t.”
– Lyall Watson
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The Saturday morning was abuzz in the Great Hall. Murmur and mutter of equal strength and frequency amplifying from each of the four House tables - even the fifth that held the school's collective staff. Owls, both burdened for the moment with the mail and parcels and news they carrier or free and eager to land in the most unkindly places. All circling with eager and kindly hoots and whirls of feather. Phi sat down at her own House table, the ladened colors of bronze and passionate blue amplifying the same ones found on her school robes. Placing the books she had been carrying next to her and sitting in her common place. Smiling to Jane as the girl accompanied her at her right side. Their earlier laughter and smile still fresh on their features.
Exchanging polite 'Hello's and 'Good Morning's and receiving the occasional wave of Quidditch-player shout of recognition. Glancing finally to the magnificent breakfast buffet stretching before her, easily finding her favourites and the particular dishes that would satisfy this morning's round of cravings and decided specialities. The Ravenclaw had become occupied enough by the task of preparing her morning plate with the desired foods that she nearly jumped in flinch when Hermes landed before her. With a click of the bird's beak, she could not help but smile fondly and chuckling lightly at her reaction. Her finger quickly found the darling bird's favourite petting spot and she greeted her friend warmly, missing the glaze and dull layer of over-shine in its eye.
Fastened well to Hermes' leg was a bulky parcel, properly packaged in simple brown paper and string. Simply addressed to 'Phinelia' with no indication of a sender's offered identity. The girl blinked suspiciously at it. Tilting her head to all angles for any possibility of a clue of a desired name of presenter. Under her crooked finger and petting palm, Hermes stiffened and lowered his head roughly. "Hey," she whispered in surprise, finger now trying to coax the owl into looking up at her as she watched every detail of its many features and motions still frozen. With a snap of her mind, her eyes darted down to the package still connected to her owl's leg. Instantly, nibble fingers worked at the knot. Mind accusing it of causing this alien reaction in her pet. With the bow almost removed, a last motion sent her knuckle brushing against the parcel itself.
If she were not suddenly drowning she would have screamed. Fire ripped at the walls of her veins and the clarity of her vision. Ice combating it only to create the perfect storm inside her that tore at every nerve, every sensory connection that passed on the brains commands. And in as similar and harshly quick an instant as the Hell-sent pain had erupted, it evaporated and vanished. Leaving behind a radius of its explosion, and only darkness. Phi's boneless body collapsed in on itself and she slumped down, slipping off the table's bench and hitting the ground like a discarded ragdoll.
Her touch of the ground sent waves of reaction, a stillness and then a violent motion. On the table, the parcel remained packaged and unharmed. No sign of committing the crime it had just been responsible for. The insides of lay old and untouched - rusted restraints made or iron and cursed lace. The still body of Hermes lay next to it, having barely missed the plate of food in its limp fall. Coldness seeping into its every limb and cell as life left it dripping.
[I will be having Silia Rosier, the Transfiguration Professor, coming to assist after a few members have the chance to respond]╚══════════════════╝ |
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 6:16 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 7:51 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 24, 2012 9:22 am
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Cathryn Rose O'Malley 13 Years Old┽Third Year┽Ravenclaw┽Chaser┽ Taken by Chase Balford
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No one at the Ravenclaw table would have seen the dark eyes, for they were deeply buried in Enchanted Encounters.Only the mane of wild red hair was visible around the paper. As the daughter of the owner of Flourish and Blotts, Cathryn was privy to a vast collection of books, probably the largest in London. And currently she was so absorbed in her latest venture that she did not notice the other red headed Ravenclaw collapse. However, she did notice the screams that quickly followed. Slamming the book down, she scampered to the girl's side, where already a crowd was gathering. She pushed past them, so she could be next to Phi. Following Shina's example, she grabbed a glass of water, dipped a napkin in it, then proceeded to gently pat off Phi's delicate face.
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Posted: Wed Jun 27, 2012 4:11 pm
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That's why I slipped out the back before you knew I was there
And I know the way I left wasn't fair
I didn't want to be around just to bring you down
Remington Jagger Nott
From afar, perilous gold wrought with tainted moss glinted against the flickering flame held upon a sconce anointed against cool stone walls. The Great Hall bustled with life, teeming laughter of children and bright wide eyes absorbing every depth and will. Remington had lurched past the great double doors, sliding the heavy wooden door scarcely open as he slid inside to join the clatter of emotion within. The tables adorned the colors and sigils of their namesake, though one, he noticed, vibrated with a sense of woe and despair and shock.
Decidedly uninterested, Remington slithered forth between the cracks. Meandering against soil and stone shrouded beneath kiss of shadows and caress of darkness, Remington flowed with an unyielding grace succumbing all beneath his will. The students chose to avert their gazes, others gawked with lips spread wide and lapping dog tongues drooling to the floor; they knew him, and if they did not, they heard the tales. They lurched, rebounded across every corridor and snaking around every corner. He had gone to Azkaban once, they whispered, on the first day he had arrived. He was exiled from his own family, others claimed. Some, he knew, spoke twisted tales of his adventures with forked tongues, berating the depth of ambition stolen into him with every cursed relic and artifact he found. But most, he had come to realize… were oblivious.
Maneuvering closer and closer to the center of the scene, Remington had only heard one voice, one sound shatter and pierced his world. It beckoned chained emotions to rise to the surface, no longer drowning beneath the void of black tar. He swirled, his robes swishing with the wind as he crossed, closer and closer, to the blues and bronze of the house of Ravenclaw. It was there that he spotted the tight lips of whom those words were so familiar—Rosier. But he couldn’t deny, there was something far too peculiar about her, something far too familiar.
And then she was off, a bundle of pale white washed features, and flaming, fiery, red hair. That hair—he had seen in just moments ago in his mind—but why? Narrowing his gaze at the fleeting sight of Rosier and Phinelia, gears churning with oil bleeding red. ”Settle down, children.” Remington’s voice echoed off the walls with authoritative might, a callously cool negligence infected his words with a poison. A man to not be crossed. ”Settle yourselves or seek refuge in your dorms.” He bade of them as he slipped closer, his gaze falling upon the outstretched bird, limp and frail, and the package beside it. ”Don’t touch that!” He barked at a first year, timid little fingers had recoiled and sunken back into the folds of cloaks and far away from the simply wrapped package on the table. Without the use of his wand, Remington willed the package and the owl to rise, high into the air and away from gritty little fingers. The owl coursed in one direction, and the package, hovered an entirely different path, but within moments, both were gone. ”Now, can anyone explain to me what they saw here?”
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I'm not a hero but don't think I didn't care
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Essy ze Ninja Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Jun 27, 2012 10:36 pm
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Anyanka Swan
Headmistress
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It was time for the End of the Year Feast, a celebration that the year had been completed and a last dinner for those who were graduating. Anya stepped up to the podium and the owl spread its wings, ushering the room into silence. She cleared her throat. "Welcome to the End of the Year Feast, ladies and gentlemen. We made it to the end of another year. For some of us, this was an easy year filled with laughs and friendship and for others, it was a year filled with strife. But for everyone, it was a year of learning and growing, of changing and evolving. In the end, we'll all be better off for it. Now, on to business. First off, I would like to congratulate all of our graduates on finishing their time at Hogwarts. From here, you will go on to bigger and greater things. And finally, the moment you all have been waiting for, the House Cup. It has been a trying year, but after all the points were tallied up, it seems this year's House Cup winner is Slytherin!" As she revealed the winners, the banners around the Great Hall changed to green and silver banners. "Let us all wish a congratulations to our classmates in Slytherin and enjoy the feast." At long last, the feast food appeared on the tables.
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Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2012 8:18 pm
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Posted: Mon Jul 30, 2012 9:53 am
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Cathryn Rose O'Malley 14 Years Old┽Fourth Year┽Ravenclaw┽Chaser┽ Taken by Chase Balford
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One of the first ones off the train and one of the first ones into the Great Hall, Cathryn noticed very few people at the Ravenclaw table. She did, however, spot Rosemarie, one of her Quidditch teammates. She sat down next to the girl and began to speak. "Heya, Rose! How are you? Excited to be back at Hogwarts?"
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