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Posted: Sat Nov 07, 2015 5:24 am
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2015 12:03 am
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2015 4:30 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2015 5:02 pm
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As Kolton sat down, he raised an eyebrow in question for a quick second as she greeted him. Had she always called him pet? And more importantly, did she call everyone pet? He decided not to dwell on it and pushed it out of his mind almost as quickly as it appeared. It wasn't that big a deal, anyway. "Yes, I apologize. I just got.. Caught up in something, I suppose. Not a great start to the year, I admit. But here I am," he added with a smile. Kolton suddenly felt a warm pair of hands on his and a head on his shoulder, and it took him a second to process it was hers. He wondered whether or not she knew what she was doing, and if she did, well.. He wasn't complaining. "Yes, mine was pleasant. Though it was quite boring as well. I took a trip to London, and that was.. Interesting. Maybe we could meet up sometime next summer, I'm sure that would make it at least a little bit less boring. If you want, of course."
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2015 5:22 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2015 7:33 pm
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We will call this place our home, The dirt in which our roots may grow. Though the storms will push and pull, We will call this place our home. We’ll tell our stories on these walls. Every year, measure how tall. And just like a work of art, We’ll tell our stories on these walls.
G E R M A I N E D Y A N U M B E R former hufflepuff │ muggleborn │ librarian
Germaine glanced over with a wide smile when someone nearby spoke up, and nodded at Landon, who she'd always been friendly with but rarely seemed to get the chance to talk too much. They were both very busy, after all. "I didn't until this summer," she said warmly. "Adopted; and I am, they're wonderful girls." She didn't think Landon had children of his own, but she seemed to remember... "Wasn't your niece sorted a year or two ago? That must have been fun; you got to be the proud uncle." She was distracted by the appearance of the food, and set about filling her plate, humming under her breath a little.
Let the years we’re here be kind. Let our hearts, like doors, open wide. Settle our bones like wood over time. Give us bread, give us salt, give us wine. A little broken, a little new. We are the impact and the glue. Capable of more than we know, We call this fixer upper home.
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2015 8:52 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2015 9:51 pm
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◆ ♆ ◆ Sebastian "Ian" Windsor ◆ ♆ ◆
◆ Cursebreaking Professor ◆ Pureblood ◆ Father ◆ Ravenclaw Alumni ◆ Archaeologist ◆
I see the colors of the world—they're rearranging The center sentinels are cunningly estranging all... I think a little about a lot, I'm introverted You think a lot about a little never heard it all, of our energy.
And I bring these words to life...
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Sebastian looked up to see a blonde professor, who was carrying a cheerful and bubbly atmosphere, who greeted the staff before before she focused on his, which he didn't expect. He nodded and greeted her back with a friendly tone, "Bonjour, madam, you must be the Animagus Professor?" With his honesty, despite his traveling background, he was not a good speaker of French or any languages aside from English. "Oh this?" He said when the lady curiously asked him about his book, it was a collection of short stories by Luigi Pirandello, currently reading a short story of "The Jar". "This book is basically the collection of short stories written by Luigi Pirandello, an Italian novelist. This story was quite... amusing," He looked up at Headmaster Steele when he announced the feast, after the announcement turned his head fact to the Frenchwoman. "I think we haven't met? I'm Ian Windsor, I teach Cursebreaking." He at least knew that she used to each Transfiguration because his son Jean used to be in her class, also his son will be taking Animagus Classes.
[ OOC : I'm actually glad for the interactions! <33 ]
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We stay up late and draw the lines to every constellation, We live with all our sorrows tied to age and separation These are the days of love and life, these are our expectations We stay up late to live tonight, this is our destination
◆ Thinking : "This feast seemed fine as usual" ◆ With : Lulu Huckabee ◆ Attire :
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Posted: Tue Nov 10, 2015 4:20 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 11, 2015 1:45 am
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◆ ♆ ◆ Sebastian "Ian" Windsor ◆ ♆ ◆
◆ Cursebreaking Professor ◆ Pureblood ◆ Father ◆ Ravenclaw Alumni ◆ Archaeologist ◆
I see the colors of the world—they're rearranging The center sentinels are cunningly estranging all... I think a little about a lot, I'm introverted You think a lot about a little never heard it all, of our energy.
And I bring these words to life...
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The redheaded professor smiled, "Is that so? That's quite good news. After all, Animagus is quite something an interesting subject, oh if only if I'm good at Transfiguration," He chuckled and decided to close his small book when the feast was arrived, perhaps the book can wait. He put away his book inside his robes, which didn't seem to gain any weight fortunately. The woman introduced herself as Lulu Huckabee, hmm at least he could remember that to call her, easy enough. When Professor Huckabee asked him regarding his surname and children, he answered, "Yes, I do. I have a son in Ravenclaw. His name is Eugene, and I suppose it sounded familiar for the fact that he wished to apply for Animagus Class this year." It could be the fact that Eugene used to be part of the Quidditch, or the fact that his nephew and nieces had a reputation for being... way too outgoing.
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We stay up late and draw the lines to every constellation, We live with all our sorrows tied to age and separation These are the days of love and life, these are our expectations We stay up late to live tonight, this is our destination
◆ Thinking : "This feast seemed fine as usual" ◆ With : Lulu Huckabee ◆ Attire :
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Posted: Wed Nov 11, 2015 6:45 pm
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Posted: Tue Nov 24, 2015 8:30 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 25, 2015 4:05 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2015 10:16 pm
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Posted: Thu Dec 03, 2015 4:00 pm
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