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 Posted: Sat Jul 30, 2011 1:47 am
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first year - unsorted
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allen w. rhoddes
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muggle born - wizard raised
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“To achieve great things, two things are needed: a plan, and not quite enough time.”
– Leonard Bernstein
“Now, somehow, in some new way, the sky seemed almost alien.”
– Lyndon B. Johnson
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"My parents were Muggles so I really have nothing to go on regarding relations." He laughed a bit awkwardly, "Though Han was a Ravenclaw, Leanne a Slytherin and as far as I recall their relatives stayed within the same range of houses. So I am not too sure about Hufflepuff and Gryffindor. Not sure which one I want to get into either..." He mused to the both of them, speaking his winding thoughts.
His dark eyes slipped back on Bea and he noticed that worry in her eyes and how she was biting her lip. His smile softened, "What ever house you get into, I am sure you will find something there for you. Something to make your own." ￤￤
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Posted: Sat Jul 30, 2011 2:01 am
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Posted: Sat Jul 30, 2011 2:19 am
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Posted: Sat Jul 30, 2011 2:28 am
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first year - unsorted
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muggle born - wizard raised
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“To achieve great things, two things are needed: a plan, and not quite enough time.”
– Leonard Bernstein
“Now, somehow, in some new way, the sky seemed almost alien.”
– Lyndon B. Johnson
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"I hope so too," He smiled and punched her fist away laughing, "and if not that, at least some classes we can wreck havoc in together." He winked and stuffed his hands back in his pockets.
Suddenly, from the corner of his eye he noticed a boy slowly crouching out of the crowd of first years. He had noticed the boy before, though now it seemed something was different. Allen looked closer at him, curiosity glowing in his eyes. It was not just the twitched this time, it was like he changed. He stood up straighter and had an...air about him. Then, his eyes landed on Allen and Allen smiled crookedly. Intrigued.
"I am not sure," he answered Bea slowly, still looking at the other boy, "Soon enough I hope." he looked away and instead his eyes landed on the train, which still had the occasional student leaping from it and looking for familiar faces. For the first time, Allen was stunned with the amount of students attending Hogwarts. There were hundreds at the station now. ￤￤
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Posted: Sat Jul 30, 2011 2:43 am
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Woil couldn't help but smile as the other boy noticed him. Most fun indeed, this is going to be a very interesting year.
Oh god... It's just my first year, please for the love of god don't do anything TOO crazy...
Huh? Did you say something?
...Oh god...
Woil chuckled to himself as he stared at the silver haired boy, it was going to be a battle of wits, strategy, and just plain fun with this other classmate.
"I'm going to be enjoying this year, that's for sure.." He said to himself, finally taking his gaze away from him and looking at the others. After a bit he straightened up and stretched a bit starting to get bored. He made his way to the groundskeeper, or rather, the guide that they were to follow, and just straight up asked her:
"Hey miss! When are we finally going on ahead?" He asked the one question on everyone's mind.
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Posted: Sat Jul 30, 2011 2:59 am
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Posted: Sat Jul 30, 2011 3:04 am
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Posted: Sat Jul 30, 2011 3:36 am
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Posted: Sat Jul 30, 2011 5:13 am
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Because hairdye is just that COOL.
unsorted first year
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Mallow had just began to think up some crazy idea about the whole house thing, when a girl, who she thought she introduced herself to the woman as Danielle, seemed to be talking to her. Mallow nodded after the girls first question, answering the name question Mallow seemed to hear everywhere. "And you're Danielle? And no, haven't really heard anything about them other than the names. I kinda found out about this last night..." Mallow replied sheepishly, trailing off a bit at the end of her sentence.
When the boy with the shocking white hair joined in gave the whole deal Mallow scratched her head and replied, "Personality, huh? That probably means I'll probably be stuck with a bunch of stubborn people, then." She giggled a little at the end to show she wasn't sounding sarcastic, because of all things that was not usually Mallow.
(: (: (:
Short post D:
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Posted: Sat Jul 30, 2011 6:48 am
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Posted: Sat Jul 30, 2011 8:21 am
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 • ＭＡＧＩＣ ＩＳ ＭＹ ＳＴＲＥＮＧＴＨ • ＰＯＷＥＲ ＩＳ ＭＹ ＷＥＡＫＮＥＳＳ • Bailey's heart sped up a bit again as she took in how delighted Nevin seemed to see her. Just as she figured, she wouldn't be able to hide what happened that night, but didn't feel that now was an appropriate time to talk about. "Oh, just got in a bit of a scuffle over the summer, but there's nothing St. Mungo's can't fix." Except maybe broken wrists... She contemplated to herself as she winked at him, letting out a bit of a giggle and trying to keep up with the good mood. "Don't worry about that now, though, there's nothing important enough to stop me from hugging you." Her last few words came out as more of a whisper, but as she lifted herself onto her tip toes and put a hand on his chest, she noticed the gleaming badge that he wore over the top of his school uniform. "Oh, Nevin! I'm so proud of you!" Her voice was a bit more raised now as she leapt into a hug, using her bad hand and ignoring the tingle of pain. She had decided that this year at Hogwarts would be her best, so far, and was not going to let a few measly scars get in the way of that. |
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Posted: Sat Jul 30, 2011 8:57 am
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 яεġrετ┃ηστнιηġ ♦ ғεαя┃ησ σηε ♦ ταkε prιdε ιη┃εvεяyτнιηġ Colton had reverted to his usual solitude. This time, however, he hadn't backed himself into an empty corner, he stayed planted in the center of bustling first years, trying to listen to several conversations at once. He had given much thought to which house he had wanted to be placed in himself, but when it came down to it, he had to use his trusty elimination technique. Hufflepuff was, quite simply, out of the question. He was not the bubbly, bouncy, friendly fellow that his mum had described from her school days. Like her, though, Gryffindor didn't exactly seem like a bad choice. He was brave, proud, adventurous...that just might be the trick. Delving further into the mental conversation however, he couldn't deny that Ravenclaw might not be that bad. After all, a few of his family members had been placed there, and he was certainly intelligent. He liked to view his smarts more from a strategic or common sense point of view, rather than labeling himself as a book work. He had been known to lock himself in his room for days when he managed to find a good read, but he was much too active to be doing that too often. Last was Slytherin. Nobody in his family had ever been placed there, but he had a bit of a hunch that it may be where he belonged. His parents often warned him not to be so harsh on people, and to let himself smile every once in a while, rather than putting on the same serious facade he wore right now. That stubborn shell he wore wasn't really him, but growing up around his father, he felt the need to make it him.
Shaking off the thought and deciding to let the sorting hat figure out the problem, Colt allowed his mind to be swallowed up once again by the chatter all around him. He was actually getting quite bored now, but as the Groundskeeper seemed set on waiting for all of the newbies to arrive, he chose to crawl out from behind his wall a bit, not too far, just enough to entertain himself. Holding up the golden cage that held his owl, he peered in through the thick bars that made up the cage's structure, but more accurately so was the only thing between Hemlock and freedom. "I know, bud. I'm not enjoying this wait anymore than you are, but there's little I can do about it." He whispered apologetically, digging his free hand into his pocket and pulling out a long piece of liquorice, then shoving it through the bars. "Here. This should hold you over for a while." If one looked closely, they might have actually seen a small smile form on the plains of Colton's heavy lips, though he wiped it off quickly as he returned to his formal stance and went back to dabbling into others' conversations.
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