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 Posted: Thu Jul 28, 2011 5:59 pm
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Posted: Thu Jul 28, 2011 6:26 pm
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Because hairdye is just that COOL.
unsorted first year
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First years were begining to pile up, and Mallow was begining to feel squished. Once she turned to the right enough to feel comfortable, she came to a shocking realization. In one day, Mallow Leigh was known to speak at least a thousand words. Today she was only up to about fifty and it was almost over. And a good deal of them were directed to Blaire, who had decided to shut her beak. Thank God. Mallow did want to talk, she really did, but knowing the fact she did not know a single person in the station it was hard to think something up. What if the only living thing I'll ever talk to in my life is Blaire? What if I've been cursed by some disease that makes me be quiet all the time? What if--- all right, stop imagining, Mallow. You're going to talk to other people like normal. You're not infected with a disease. I hope.
When Mallow heard the boy with the buzz-cut's comment about brightly colored hair, she turned back and laughed, "You must've missed the message about hairdye too--- it's quite the rage these days." At the end of her sentence Mallow held up of her pink hair (dyed, of course) to prove the point. Mallow herself had only gotten that hairdye set because her uncle had thought it'd be fun for an eleven year old to dye a bit of her hair. But the girl was pretty sure her uncle had meant a couple strands, not the entire sprout.
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xD Suddenly so many posts~
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Posted: Thu Jul 28, 2011 6:40 pm
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Hogsmeade Station/ Unloading Platform Ronyo Storm - Unsorted
First Year
The smell of smoke from a coal burn drifted into his button nose, the sounds of thousand upon thousands of excited kids both fresh and experienced echoed in his slightly long ears, and the sight of it all was almost more than a boy raised in nature could take being received by his emerald green eyes. It was not a great shock to him really, for he had been with his mother to Diagon Alley a few times before he even received his letter. Still the unparalleled sensory overload was something Ronyo was trying to get used to. He had lived among wild creatures both mythical and normal, creatures that grunt and growl and seem to have no awareness of manners of any kind, and at the moment Ronyo would have taken them over the people he was around. Still that was no reason not to enjoy himself and be grateful and excited about the chance to learn and experience something new, a great many new things more than likely.
As new and old students disembarked the legendary locomotive Ronyo waited for enough people to clear the isle before he made his attempt. He had little in the way of extra positions and what he did have would be taken care of for him. Ronyo did a once over of himself and what he needed to carry off the train. He ran a hand over his almost white blonde hair and made sure the pony tail was well secured, his robes all seemed well enough in order despite the few wrinkles obtained from sitting the few moments after he changed, and his duffle bag of odds and ends was slung over his shoulder and ready to go. With that Ronyo took a step into the slightly less crowded isle and did the disembarking shuffle to the door with some people stopping to say hi or gather up belongings.
Once onto the platform the new addition to the renowned Hogwarts student body gave the place a quick look and took in everything he could. A life in the forest had allowed the boy to begin developing fine deduction skills he had needed to hunt and simply play in the area he considered his backyard. The air was crisp and clean likely coming from the famous Black Lake, the trees played with the small breeze that brought that clean air to the entirety of the Hogwarts and Hogsmeade grounds, the dirt on the ground just beyond the platform was still hard from the summer and easily produced tiny clouds of dust if kicked just right, and then there was the tall woman holding a lantern aloft. The words from the woman echoed and were scrambled all at the same time thanks to the combined encaustics of the small platforms overhand and the constant sounds of both train and student mumbling about. Seeing more kids his age start to gather near the woman Ronyo could conclude it was likely the woman was calling those new to the school over to her. The boy smiled and placed his duffle bag with the ever growing pile of belongings and made his way to the likewise collection of eleven year olds.
Voices rang loud and soft with young girls and boys meeting some people for the first time and reuniting with other they had known prior to this occasion. Already small social gathering were forming whether the children knew it or not, as like minded individuals looked for others they could share and expound to.
Looking around at all the people one individual seemed to stick out but for reasons others may not have thought. Out of all the colorful heads of hair and vibrant shades that nature would have a hard time producing on its own was one that was bare. The boy attached to the bare head seemed to be scanning the crowd and with a face that showed neither judgment or opinion. It was a trait he had remembered of his father, for the brief time he had known him and out of a whim Ronyo decided to see how far the similarities ran. Seeing the boy speak for a moment to a girl he did not wish to be rude and impart into the conversation but with the break in speech he decided to make the most of the moment.
"Semper Fidelis," Ronyo said with a tone that carried both a question and a statement.
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Posted: Thu Jul 28, 2011 7:22 pm
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 яεġrετ┃ηστнιηġ ♦ ғεαя┃ησ σηε ♦ ταkε prιdε ιη┃εvεяyτнιηġ Colt was surprised that two people actually responded to him, neither of which he was actually talking to. He was beginning to think that maybe he was the only one here who wasn't bubbly and outgoing. His reasoning behind not opening himself up was far different than that of the blonde kid who had just approached the crowd to stare at his feet uncomfortably. Colton was just too careful, and consequently unable to trust anyone but the only three people who were close to him.
His usual reaction to the two girls' comments would have been to sigh deeply and walk away. Doing his best to change, he forced a good attempt at a genuine looking smile. If there was one thing Colton knew how to do, it was act. Despite the fact that he spent his whole life voicing his opinion without taking more than a second to think about the feelings he would be hurting, he had also spent a large quantity of his life pretending that he liked everything that his father did. He looked up to his dad more than anyone in the world, and would do anything to make him happy. Colton didn't have enough fingers to count how many terribly boring fishing trips he spent pretending to have a blast. Regardless, he was willing to go on countless more if that's what it took to make his father happy.
Thinking about his father transformed his fake smile into a real one, and despite the fact that it had been quite believable, there was a visible difference between the two, and inside, you might actually say that he felt happy. His mysterious gray eyes moved back and forth between the two girls, and he let out a slight laugh to show that he was working himself out of his harsh mood of seriousness. Before he could say anything clever, somebody to his left uttered words that were so familiar to him that he almost thought he was hearing things.
Turning his head but not his body, he saw that another boy had joined them, and indeed was staring right at him. His smile flourished a bit again and he took a step closer and reached out for a firm handshake. "Colton Raines, son of First Sergeant William Raines, and future Marine." He winked at his last comment. He may be a wizard, but his father taught him that his two hand were more important than any piece of wood could be. He was quite surprised that someone could tell his association with the Marine Corps. just by the look of him, and it certainly earned this kid a star next to his name for being so observant.
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Posted: Thu Jul 28, 2011 7:25 pm
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Posted: Thu Jul 28, 2011 7:35 pm
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Posted: Thu Jul 28, 2011 7:57 pm
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Posted: Thu Jul 28, 2011 8:00 pm
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Posted: Thu Jul 28, 2011 8:12 pm
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 The cat-owner in question turned around towards Rowen with a surprised look plastered on his face, but then looked at her more closely and smirked.
"It's fine," he said. Stanley pulled the now borderline squirming cat closer to his body, debating whether to respond to that comment or not. After a second, he decided that he would. "She is quite the beauty, isn't she?" he started. "But she can be quite--aggressive."
When he said that, the cat jumped out of his arms, leaving bloody marks on his wrists. As if it was commonplace to happen, Stanley smiled apologetically to Woil and Rowen, and immediately sprang after the cat. It didn't take him a long time to catch the siamese again, for the cat's goal was to simply run from its owner's hands, not get lost and become a feral. His father had told him that as well--that it didn't like to be held. He chuckled as the female animal nestled its way back into his arms, despite all odds. The boy quickly jogged his way back towards the group of first-years.
"Stanley Wardwell, by the way."
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Posted: Thu Jul 28, 2011 8:23 pm
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