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Essy ze Ninja Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Sep 21, 2011 11:27 am
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Slip out the back before they know you were there
and at the worst you'll see nobody cares, you don't want to be around when it all goes down...
William Dante Nott the Third
First year, Slytherin
Precise posture leaned effortlessly against the rock construct of the castle, his eyes a penetrating gold sat idly on Jessica. He stuck to the shadows, now more obsessively then before, due to the blemished badges that smuttered his features in black and blue. He wasn't even sure why he had decided to approach her, she seemed so quiet. But here he was anyway.
"Yes." He blinked, slightly taken aback that she had recalled him. "William Dante Nott the Third," he finished, as if robotically. "Though I do prefer Tay...
"What's your name, and what are you doing out here?" He asked rather blatantly.
╔══════════════╗ Location:"The Quad" with Jessica Injuries: Busted lip, swollen purple bruise along cheekbone, sweltering black and blue bruised knot on his ribcage Thoughts:'Wonder what she's doin' out here,' ╚══════════════╝
..even heroes know when to be scared.
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Posted: Wed Sep 21, 2011 11:41 am
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Essy ze Ninja Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Sep 21, 2011 11:55 am
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Slip out the back before they know you were there
and at the worst you'll see nobody cares, you don't want to be around when it all goes down...
William Dante Nott the Third
First year, Slytherin
He only nodded his head, for a moment, his eyes had glazed over and then veered off towards the open sky, straight ahead of them, as it blanketed the world around them with the gentle carress of the breeze. He should have brought his thicker robes.
"To get some air, I suppose." But that was a lie, he didn't care much for his enviornment, so long as it was quiet. No, he simply wanted to get away from it all. "Mostly," he paused, breath caught in his throat, "-trying to get away from everyone."
What with the commotion that he had somehow found the way to the center of, he wanted nothing more then to get away from prying eyes. His every action, every movement evaluated just because of who he is- but it came with the name, and title. He had to admit though, he was a little surprised to note that not another soul in Hogwarts claimed any coat of arms, or family motto-
No one seemed to really know who he was.
╔══════════════╗ Location:"The Quad" with Jessica Injuries: Busted lip, swollen purple bruise along cheekbone, sweltering black and blue bruised knot on his ribcage Thoughts:....' ╚══════════════╝
..even heroes know when to be scared.
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Posted: Thu Sep 22, 2011 6:48 pm
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first year - hufflepuff▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬allen w. rhoddes▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬muggle born - wizard raised- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “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
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - ¦¦ The weather was chilled and the darkening clouds threatened something new to their usual rain; snow. The white haired boy loved this season. One of fogged breath and rosy cheeks. Of Christmas and crackling fires. He had dressed himself in a long sleeved, black sweater that covered some of his ever-gloved hands. Over top of it he had a puffed vest with a festive print. Boots and pants as well. Hands finding warmth in their usual place inside whatever pockets he possessed and his walk slow and unfocused. Thoughts clouded his visions as he played with the idea of whether to complete his assignments, reminding him of the decision of whether he wanted to stay for the holidays and the lingering curiosity of the dungeon situation. As if queued by the last thought, his dark eyes fell on flowing black hair. It seemed suspended in the frosted breeze as the lovely girl (who stood not twenty feet from him at the base of the hill) twirled in a tight circle. Clear delight brightening her face. A warmth that did not belong to the biting weather rose to his face and his fists tightened in his pockets. Not realizing he had began walking down towards her, his sudden awareness of the moment made him stumbled. Laced boots his into one another and the Hufflepuff boy began to slide on his heel down the slick, dying grass. Hissing a curse from behind clenched teeth, he began to fall, hitting the ground hard and sliding down on his rear whatever ground he had not covered in the initial descent. Cursing again, Allen tried to scrambled up and regain himself when he could no longer believe Jane had NOT possible noticed him and his show. "Oh, Jane. H-Hey, how are you? Alright? Throat okay?" ¦¦
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Posted: Thu Sep 22, 2011 7:01 pm
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first year - hufflepuff▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬allen w. rhoddes▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬muggle born - wizard raised- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “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
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - ¦¦ Allen had tried his best to cover up his blunder and terribly ridiculous fall, to his great relief, Jane didn't seem too concerned about bugging him about it.A smile spread on his eager face and he nodded firmly when she reinforced the notion that she was fine and well. He was glad to hear it. Jane's focused turned the sky next, and Allen's dark eyes could not help but follow. "I really love the winter. I can't really stand the heat. But snow is always the greatest." At the mention of Christmas, he lowered his dark eyes and looked at her bright face once more, "Will you be staying? In the castle for the holiday I mean..." ¦¦
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Posted: Thu Sep 22, 2011 7:12 pm
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Posted: Thu Sep 22, 2011 10:48 pm
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• MAGIC IS MY STRENGTH • POWER IS MY WEAKNESS •Bailey hurried into the courtyard, a worried look on her face and a nervous pit in her stomach. She wasn't exactly an expert at going on dates, being that she had never been on one before. Despite her anxious insides, she carried herself with an air of elegance, the lengthy, brown and black curls she worked so hard at producing bounced enchantingly behind her as she walked. If she weren't of such a modest nature, perhaps she might have realized how much her long hours in front of the bathroom mirror had paid off. Her overall presence was nearly intoxicating as she strode over the cobbled courtyard in her little black dress.
She had asked her mother to borrow something from the shop for a "night out with friends", not wanting to ruin their surprise visit. While she had some time alone, she spent every minute of it browsing through the designer dresses of Gladrags, looking for an outfit that would be attractive, but not too formal. Unaware that she had successfully pulled off the casual elegance she had been going for, she approached Nevin quietly, holding her matching clutch purse with both hands in front of her.
"Hi." Her greeting was nearly a whisper, but the wind carried her words well, also reminding her that she had forgotten her cloak. Quickly tossing the thought aside, her mind seemed too immersed in her boyfriend's alluring appearance to have any attention to spare. As she opened her mouth in attempt to decipher Nevin's stunning qualities into acceptable words, Bailey caught a strong whiff of an enticing scent, and the burgeoning smile on her lips grew wider. "You look ravishing." She commented, openly eyeing his wardrobe from top to bottom. Her head began to spin as the reality of the situation set in, and she realized how lucky she was to be standing in her very position for once. Grasping for a steady hold of her thoughts, she smirked again as a slight blush set in on her cheeks, the color complimenting her complexion nicely. "Um...I, I told my mum it would just be me tonight. I wanted you to be my surprise." Bailey imagined the excitement she would see on her mother's face when she saw them together. She had been constantly nagging her to bring him down, making this an evening long past due.
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Posted: Fri Sep 23, 2011 8:58 pm
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Jessica Sassareth
Slytherin, First Year
Jess held out her hand toward William, "Ugh, I'm forgeting my manners, Tay. I'm Jessica Sassareth. It is nice to meet you."
Then, the pale Slytherin spied others moving about the Quad, "And it appears we're not alone out here." Noticing that, Jess simply shrugs and turns her full attention to Tay, and then noticed her owl land near them, "And say hello to Bubo, Tay."
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Essy ze Ninja Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Sep 23, 2011 10:14 pm
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Slip out the back before they know you were there
and at the worst you'll see nobody cares, you don't want to be around when it all goes down...
William Dante Nott the Third
First year, Slytherin
A smile played on Tay's lips; like his father said, he needed to start fitting in. He didn't need to go down the dangerously trodden path this his uncle had taken, so he slumped down on the ground beside Jessica against the stone of the school and held out a tiny hand, with fat stubby fingers to quickly offer a handshake.
"Don't worry," Tay admitted with a chuckle, his gaze drifted off to the courtyard. "I forget to do that a lot, too." A cold rush struck him, thick clouds foreboded a dark chill, as if snow would snow come to fruition. At once, Tay felt his jacket grow thicker, was it fur this time?
Along the hills of rolling grass, slapping lazily at each in whimsical disarray, he spotted nothing but yellow. A prefect, he noticed, seemed particularly dressed up to meet a boy, and further down along the courtyard, he spotted the familiar first years. Tay couldn't resist a laugh to witness Rhoddes on his descent down the frost bitten hill. At the sound of Jessica's voice, he returned his attention onto her fiery red locks.
"But at least we're more graceful," he commented, still smiling from the way the Hufflepuff boy had fallen down, but once he noticed the owl he smirked. "Bubo, that's an interesting name. Sure is a cute little guy, though-
"Er- or- is that a girl?" He inquired bluntly with curiousity glistening in his eyes of gold.
╔══════════════╗ Location:"The Quad" with Jessica Injuries: Busted lip, swollen purple bruise along cheekbone, sweltering black and blue bruised knot on his ribcage Thoughts:....' ╚══════════════╝
..even heroes know when to be scared.
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