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Posted: Sun Feb 15, 2015 3:33 pm
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████████████████xx ∂мιтяι яεε∂ xx███████xxxxbeauty may be dangerous, but intelligence is lethal.
Second Year | | Twelve | | Ravenclaw | | Single | | Half-Blood
Dmitri walked out onto the Quidditch pitch and stood alongside his classmates. Honestly, he was excited to be out there, but he knew he was a pretty shite flyer so far. Really, that's the only reason he was taking this class again. That, and it would definitely help out with next year...he was planning on actually trying out for the Ravenclaw Quidditch team next year -- he'd finally have a little more experience on a broom... When the professor, Professor Price, asked them to introduce themselves, Dmitri was one of the first. "I'm Dmitri Reed, from Ravenclaw. I took this class to get better at flying and Quidditch so I could join the Quidditch team next year, maybe... I'd like to play as either a Chaser or a Beater."
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Mon Feb 16, 2015 9:02 am
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I see you in my head and eye.
Your eyes are vacant and your mouth is bright.
And all you say are things I don't want to hear...
So I smash my hands against my broken ears...
We'll be the thoughts that you were warned about!
We are the shadows in your basement!
When you say doomsday, they say everything's alright!
But it's all the same, get yourself a number.
Oh, we've been watching you sleep.
We know your tricks, we know all your bad habits...
We know your secrets, we know what you've lost...
We sneak into your closet and have dinner with the skeletons!
ᵉ ᵛ ᵃ ᶰ ᵈ ᵉ ʳ
ᵗ ʳ ᶤ ˢ ᵗ ᵃ ᶰ
ˡ ᶤ ˡ ˡ ᵃ ᶰ ᵗ ᶤ ᶰ ᵉ
ˢˡʸᵗʰᵉʳᶤᶰ │ ˢᵉᶜᵒᶰᵈ ʸᵉᵃʳ │ ᵖᵘʳᵉᵇˡᵒᵒᵈ │ ʰᵉᶤʳ
Advanced Flying was a class Vander was actually looking forward to. It was outside, he suspected there wouldn't be very much homework, and he was learning more about quidditch. The professor was a bit too bright and sunny for his liking, but he kept his mouth shut until it was his turn to speak. "Evander Lillantine, Slytherin- I want to play Seeker for my house team." There. That was enough information, right? It wasn't as if anyone here wouldn't be interested in playing Quidditch. The class last year had covered the basics of flying.
All along you've been asking what's wrong with me!
All along you've been living your predicament!
Saying you were innocent, but what's that got to do with me?
We are the cracks in all you dream about!
We are the noises in your attic,
We'll be the people you were warned about!
We are the monsters in your closet!
Now despite your hopes, despite your prayers, you're broke like us.
We watch you when you're asleep, we hear as you grind your teeth...
We're always wearing smiles, but we're never what they seem.
You run when you're awake, but we still kill you when you dream! |
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Posted: Mon Feb 16, 2015 9:13 am
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Dear Prudence, greet the brand new day!
The sun is up, the sky is blue...
It's beautiful and so are you!
Dear Prudence, open up your eyes.
Dear Prudence, see the sunny skies.
Look around, round and round-
p r u d e n c e
" p r u "
l o w e r y
gryffindor │ second year │ pureblood
Pru knew she was going to love Advanced Flying purely because of it being outside. No stuffy classroom, no curtains drawn over the windows, no eerie torch light... Just fresh air, green grass, and a blue sky above them. The breeze ruffled her bangs, but she didn't bother to fix them, holding her broom firmly in one hand. "Pru Lowery, Gryffindor, sir. I'd love to play Keeper for Gryffindor." At first she thought she might like to be a beater, but she wasn't sure she wanted to be in such close proximity to bludgers all the time. She'd seen what they could do.
The wind is low, the birds will sing...
That you are part of everything!
Dear Prudence, let me see you smile.
Dear Prudence, like a little child.
The clouds will be a daisy chain,
So let me see you smile again. |
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Mon Feb 16, 2015 3:35 pm
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ＬＯＵＩＳ . ＭＡＵＲＩＣＩＯ. ＡＤＤＡＲＩＯ
Ｓｅｃｏｎｄ . Ｙｅａｒ ,. Ｓｌｙｔｈｅｒｉｎ
9" ｈａｚｅｌ,. ｕｎｉｃｏｒｎ. ｔａｉｌ. ｈａｉｒ, . ｒｉｇｉｄ
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___ Louie hurried on to the field, excited to be up in the air again, unbridled and free. Right now, he felt so encumbered, weighed down beneath his uniform, jumper, and robes, strangled by a tie and lugging around a school broom he borrowed from the broom closet that morning. He wanted to be sure to have a sturdy broom, and have enough time to polish it before his first flying class. As he arrived on to the field in long strides padded by the green grass crunching underfoot, he diverted his gaze between Prudence, and Evander. A part of him wanted to join Pru, she'd be fun to talk too. But on the other hand, he supposed he ought to get to know Lillantine, they were Slytherin, and they needed to stick together, right? As much as Louie really wanted to join Pru; he knew he shouldn't. It wasn't like he'd have to deal with being in the same dorms as her for the next five more years, and he didn't want that target on his back. So, he shuffled along, nodded to his fellow Slytherin, took a place beside him and introduced himself lackadaisically to the professor. ”Louie Addario, Slytherin... And I just wanted a class where I don't sit behind a desk the entire team.”
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Posted: Fri Feb 27, 2015 11:03 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 01, 2015 12:03 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 03, 2015 12:50 pm
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████████████████xx ∂мιтяι яεε∂ xx███████xxxxbeauty may be dangerous, but intelligence is lethal.
Second Year | | Twelve | | Ravenclaw | | Single | | Half-Blood
Dmitri walked onto the quidditch pitch and just kinda stood around as he waited for class to start. When it did, Professor Price explained that they'd be working on barrel rolls. So we finally get to get on our brooms... He thought to himself, running his hand through his hair. The professor explained everything they needed to do to do a barrel roll, then demonstrated himself. Seems simple enough... Dmitri thought to himself. However, he knew how horribly he did last year in Flying I, it was easy enough for him to pass, but at times Dmitri was absolute shite on a broom. Letting out a long breath, Dmitri mounted his broom. He had to try and replicate what Professor Price had done...just the thought of trying it was making Dmitri nervous. Stop it, you idiot...if you psych yourself out, then you're not going to be able to do it... The thought to himself, drawing in a deep breath. After a moment of mental preparation, Dmitri attempted it. His legs were already locked together, his grip was tight, all he had to do was lean over, Professor Price even said that it didn't take that much force to spin all the way around... And so, that's what Dmitri tried. As he'd expected, he didn't go very far the first few tries, which only made Dmitri frustrated. After taking a few deep breaths, Dmitri was able to calm himself down enough after the first few tries to try once more. Once more seemed to be all it took. His legs were locked together, his grip tight, and when he learned over he found himself spinning the whole way around, then back into an upright position. Dmitri couldn't help the minuscule hint of a smile on his face when he was done.
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Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2015 2:14 pm
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ＬＯＵＩＳ . ＭＡＵＲＩＣＩＯ. ＡＤＤＡＲＩＯ
Ｓｅｃｏｎｄ . Ｙｅａｒ ,. Ｓｌｙｔｈｅｒｉｎ
9" ｈａｚｅｌ,. ｕｎｉｃｏｒｎ. ｔａｉｌ. ｈａｉｒ, . ｒｉｇｉｄ
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___ Louie squinted against the bright sun; he held a hand over his eyes to block the intense waves, but they flittered between his fingers anyway. He marched against a strong gust of wind, the tails of his robes flapped wildly behind him until he reached the center of the field where a dragon fly buzzed just over his shoulder before it disappeared in the glare of the sun. Dmitri was the only other student who arrived before him, though he didn't deign himself to acknowledge him. When the professor instructed the students to retrieve a broom, he acquiesced, collected an old Comet series broom and used his robe to wipe the handle clean before he placed it on the ground, commanded a quick ”Up,” then waited for further instruction.
___ Before long, Louie was up in the air on his broom barely several meters off the ground. The air felt lighter up here, almost harsher to breathe, but he knew it was all in his head. It had to be. He hadn't gone very high. He steadied his breathing, in through flared nostrils and out through pursed lips, until he sneezed. Forced to shake his head, then rub the dander away from his nose with his fist, he locked his legs and gripped the handle before taking off. He leaned way too hard, corkscrewed for half a minute in a diagonal direction, and nearly plummeted into the earth. The second time, he didn't apply enough force, and hardly made a single turn down the field. The third, fourth, and fifth, were much the same, either too hard, or too soft, to attempt a successful roll through the air. Just when he thought he'd gotten the hang of it, his hand slipped, his chin smacked into the broom due to the lovely nature of gravity and would have fallen straight off his broom if his legs hadn't been clutching to it for dear life.
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Posted: Sun May 10, 2015 12:31 pm
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Posted: Sun May 10, 2015 3:05 pm
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Posted: Sun May 10, 2015 4:23 pm
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Posted: Sun May 10, 2015 5:05 pm
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Posted: Sun May 10, 2015 5:08 pm
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The days get shorter and the nights get cold,
I like the autumn but this place is getting old,
I pack up my belongings and head for the coast,
Layton came in right behind Devonte's heels, looking towards their new professor and straightening himself out. "My name's Layton Bannister, I'm a Hufflepuff, and I'd like to be a seeker for the Hufflepuff team. Even with this." He pointed to his eyepatch, knowing that many would consider it stupid for him to pursue being a seeker, of all things, but crazier things have happened.
OOC:
It might not be a lot but I feel like I'm making the most,
The days get longer and the nights smell green,
I guess it's not surprising but it's spring and I should leave.
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Location: Class (on the pitch) 
