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Cinnabun Gryffie Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2014 11:56 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 18, 2014 8:16 pm
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Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2018 1:54 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 09, 2019 7:43 pm
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A world that sends you reeling From decimated dreams Your misery and hate will kill us all So paint it black, and take it back Let's shout it loud and clear, defiant to the end
Ollie tossed and turned in his sleep he was definitely having a bad dream, the same one he had for a few nights now. It always started the same, he would hear yelling that seemed familiar but could never place what was being said. Everything was dark and he was hearing the sound come from above him, but when he looked he could only see shadowy figures. He felt some familiarity to the figures. He would of course try to see the shadows in detail, but all he could tell is they looked kinda like people. It was like he needed glasses but he never needed them before. The two figures would look they were fighting until one fell right at Ollie. Ollie would dart awake. His covers where tangled and his pillows half off the bed or nearly to the next bed. Ollie rubbed his face and looked to his alarm clock, 3:25am. Ollie knew he wasn't going to get to fall back to sleep. If he remembered divination class, recurring dreams were usually something important. It not like he was trying to predict things like in class. So why was he getting them? Usually he didn't remember dreams either. Ollie wandered to the common room and curled up in an oversized chair by the small fire that was magicly kept up. He needed to get to the bottom of this. Perhaps Lee could help? He at least not have a sleep deprived brain…
Do or die, you'll never make me Because the world will never take my heart You can try, you'll never break me We wanna all, we want to play this part
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