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Posted: Thu Feb 09, 2012 4:15 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
”I didn’t fail.” He had stressed, emphasizing the impact suffered unto him from the very idea that he hadn’t succeeded. Failure was a song all too familiar to his ears, a tale he had sung himself all too many times before, but even so, he wouldn’t will it’s life to continue if he had the breath to quell it’s rage. ”I was thwarted, I told you.
“There’s a difference.” Once, Tay had felt a twinge of caution around the evil spirit that had once encompassed Woil, but now he felt there was nothing much left for the demon to take, nothing, except Catherine Deluge. But he wouldn’t have her in this, not if he could truly help it. It was that possessive jealousy that held him to this, regardless of whether he may had wanted her or not, he would murder before watching anyone else get to her first.
   ..even heroes know when to be scared.
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Essy ze Ninja Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Feb 12, 2012 10:04 am
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Posted: Mon Feb 13, 2012 7:16 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
”Excuse me?!” He dared, shrill and course. Those brows knitted together with dismay, spiteful creases carved into stony features. He had never cared for anything, never truly. Vanity was what had held him to others, the need to fit in, to be the same. Jealousy had egged him on, and that obsessive desire grew. He had always wanted Deluge, needed her, in a way he hadn’t understood. He used her, for his own insight, for his own ease. Though he never brandished this- this emotion- as anything other than what he truly saw it as.
An escape from himself…
When the burdens grew too heavy to bear, she had been there. When stark realization came crashing down, she was there to hold the sky above him. When the darkness grew too dense, too tangible to fight; she drowned with him.
”Jealous, wanton, obsession could hardly be mistaken as caring.” But was that a lie he told himself? To ignore whatever it was that lurked within him.
Just then the rapid succession of fluttering wind caught his ear, and the iconic grand stature of his father’s Eurasian Eagle Owl swept across the dungeon halls and landed with elegance upon the bathroom counter. Everyone else was too busy sleeping, to must have noticed. He didn’t offer another word to Roi as he hastily seized the letter his father sent him.
Quote: Tay,
Do be sure to keep an eye out for your cousins, after all, they need you, and family comes first before duty, and honor. Also, it will not do to have you shame the name of our family upon your very first night back at Hogwarts. Being different is no excuse to take it out on others, what have I told you about fitting in?
You disappeared during the ball, don’t think I’ve forgotten, you were supposed to spend time with Cathryn O’Malley. For the sake of your family, Tay, you need to fit in. We don’t want another accident on our hands; you remember your training, don’t you?
And don’t forget, you have a fencing competition coming up this summer, you need to train. I’ll be sending your foil by owl within the fortnight. Hopefully this will keep you out of trouble this year.
William Nott the Second
..even heroes know when to be scared.
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Essy ze Ninja Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2012 3:56 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
Fifth Year, Slytherin Prefect
Sleep would not comfort him, he mused, shuffling vehemently through the rubbage of his trunk, searching for any hidden vials that he might have missed. His sleeping draught was supposed to have lasted weeks—a month, even—it hadn’t been more than a few days since he’d returned to Hogwarts and the Hell kept within its closed gates. He felt a shiver rush down his spine, even as the heater at the center of the room was on full blast. Every other Slytherin beside him had long since fallen into the sweet embrace of sleep.
He missed that feeling…
Suddenly, a disruption punctured him whole and he shifted sharply to the source. An owl. Unfamiliar in every breath and wake, and yet, as he ushered the carrier into the warmth, a familiarity rushed to his fingertips. Searching for a treat for the creature before gingerly stripping it of its precious message.
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Location: Dormitory
Mood: Callous
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..even heroes know when to be scared.
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Essy ze Ninja Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2012 10:47 pm
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 The owl jumped early down to the extended arm of the slytherin, clipping its beak in moderately mannered thanks for allowing it in. A new impatience gleaming its eyes as it saw the unfamiliar boy searching for a snack to offer it. Nibbling on it eagerly, it outstretched its leg like a second thought, finally offering the message. Enclosed in which was the smallest, brass finger-bell.
Dearest William,
You have grown considerably over the few short months of the summer holiday. Everyday turning into more of William Senior, your father must be so proud.
Unfortunately it seems I had to leave a bit earlier than planned, so very sorry. I hope you will not be too lonely with just my sister, she does have a very similar face to mine so you may not even know I am gone! But I am afraid I am, had a bit of business to attend to.
But dear William, if you ever need to contact me you need only do so! Even on a business trip such as this I will always find time for my favourite nephew. It will just be like ringing twice at my door and I will be right there in response.
Don't be a stranger now! Keep me informed about your brand new school year and all your lovely friends and clubs. I am sure you will have a wonderful time.
You may even have a chance to visit me!
xxx
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Posted: Sat Nov 03, 2012 9:36 am
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Posted: Tue May 14, 2013 6:35 pm
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 Edajin Tarot
Slytherin/First Year/Single/Half-blood/Wearing
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Coming up the stairs to the dormitory, Edajin took a good look around him. The colors were dark, but this was suitable. Everything seemed to be styled in a rather elegant fashion.. a reflection of pride or ambition? Edajin didn't know, but something about it seemed to resonate with him.. the regality of it all. He would be a king, someday. A King Cobra. His eyes shining slightly with his fantasy, he went over to sit on the bed he knew was his, looking into the cage that held his pet rat. The rat didn't have a name, it was just one of his sole companions from his days on the streets. He'd fed it crumbs from what food he'd managed to acquire, and in return, it had given him its trust. Turning away, he sat down silently on his bed, feeling the drapes with a careful hand before setting Hershel's book down on his nightstand in case he wanted it back.
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Location: Slytherin Boys' Dormitory
With: Slytherin Boys
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Posted: Wed Jun 18, 2014 8:18 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 18, 2014 11:51 pm
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Lately I been, I been losing sleep
Dreaming about the things that we could be
But baby, I been, I been prayin' hard
Said no more counting dollars
We'll be counting stars
Yeah, we'll be counting stars
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Jer got to his dorm and flopped face-first onto the bed. He was tired, and he felt like sleeping. That was the only real reason he even came to the Slytherin dorms, after all. At least, until he found a letter, Frowning, he pulled it out and blinked at the envelope. Okay, this was weird. Casting a quick Lumos (boy, didn't that take a while for him to figure out without a wand, considering that he now had a small ball of light in his hand), he scanned the letter and noted it was addressed to him. Hrm. Okay then. Mysterious letter. To open or not to open. Looking at the hangings around his bed, he waved a hand, and they pulled shut. Okay, that was much better. He opened the letter and scanned its contents, and blinked. Chimera stuff? That superhero thing he was invited to by Gypsy? He hardly heard about any of it, and well, he knew few members of that club. The streetrat-turned-wizard turned the letter over and over in his hands and shrugged. He ignited it with a whisper and watched the flames consume the paper. Well, whatever they were supposed to be meeting for, he was gonna be there for, whatever it was.
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Thoughts: Well, Chimera stuff? Huh?
OOC: ...    
I feel the love
And I feel it burn
Down this river every turn
Hope is our four letter word
Make that money
Watch it burn
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Posted: Wed Mar 13, 2019 1:01 am
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xx⇴ Wʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀᴍ I? Slytherin Boy's Dorm
xxx⇴ Wʜᴏ ɪs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ? No one
xxxx⇴ Wʜᴀᴛ's ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ? Rage, Stress, and Insecurity
xxxxx⇴ Wʜᴀᴛ'ʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs? I'm never putting my feelings out again
Will didn't stop in his determined walk until he was successfully back in his room. It had been difficult to navigate the last little while with tears clouding his vision. After making sure the room was empty, he slammed the door with all his strength, relishing the loud echoing sound of his anger. What had he done to deserve this? Stuck to his morals? Clearly that hadn't been the right thing to do, but he also felt that him whoring it up couldn't be the correct solution. His shoulders shook with barely contained emotion as tears began to spill down his cheeks. He picked up a framed picture from his bedside table, one that showed himself and Amber on one of their dates in Hogsmeade, surrounded by picturesque snow. In a burst of surprising rage, Will threw the picture at the wall, glass shattering against stone.
Tears continued their trails down his cheeks, the boy pulling his wand free of his pocket in order to send a small burst of flames to the picture, which had floated to the floor. Once it was totally destroyed (and the stone a bit singed), he calmed a bit, gasping for breath as sobs ripped through him. He wasn't sure when the last time he'd truly cried was, but he was certain it couldn't have hurt like this. He had only just begun to convince himself that love must be real (his dad and Ned were testament to that), but now, he was absolutely certain that love couldn't be real. How could some stupid, inane thing cause this much pain? Surely there was another word for what he felt. Betrayal, anger, hurt... but not heartbreak. Just like the kids in primary said, he didn't have a heart to allow feelings like that into. But if that was the case, how was it that he felt so totally broken inside? How had one stupid girl with a stupid smile... how was it that she could cause this much pain, simply by ceasing to like him. Maybe it was because she was partially right, he didn't have many other friends to turn to. A memory of one of their late night talks about family, friends, and feelings stirred in his mind, the day he confessed he was scared to fall in love because of his parents' divorce. Now here he was, standing in his room and crying like a child over a girl who clearly didn't give two shits about him.
With a loud, rather guttural sound, Will released a burst of anger, throwing his scream skyward. Sure, no one would probably hear him, but even if they did, who was he to care? Clearly, he was insignificant to the world and the people within it. He kicked his shoes off rather aggressively and threw himself onto his bed. He screamed into his blankets for a moment before rolling over, letting gravity trail the tears into his ear before he moved. The blonde sat up, curling into a ball against the headboard. At that particular moment, he wished he didn't exist. Not to die, no, but that he simply didn't have to exist in this world of pain, heartbreak, and stupid dumb cheating girls. He wiped his eyes with his duvet, pulling the heavy blanket clumsily around himself. He made a small fluff of blanket atop his knees, then buried his face into it. It didn't take long for his tears to soak in, the boy finally, finally releasing years of pent up emotions. Too bad no one was there to help him through it. There was a reason he never shared his feelings, and now he knew never to do so again. His heart hurt and his head hurt and his very soul was just... tired. He curled up a little tighter, sobbing brokenly in the wake of emotions caused by one stupid, stupid girl and his even stupider decision to trust someone. Now he knew, though, and it was a lesson he'd never forget.
Tʜɪs ɪs ᴛᴇɴ ᴘᴇʀᴄᴇɴᴛ ʟᴜᴄᴋ, ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ ᴘᴇʀᴄᴇɴᴛ sᴋɪʟʟ, ꜰɪꜰᴛᴇᴇɴ ᴘᴇʀᴄᴇɴᴛ ᴄᴏɴᴄᴇɴᴛʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ᴡɪʟʟ
Fɪᴠᴇ ᴘᴇʀᴄᴇɴᴛ ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴜʀᴇ, ꜰɪꜰᴛʏ ᴘᴇʀᴄᴇɴᴛ ᴘᴀɪɴ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ʜᴜɴᴅʀᴇᴅ ᴘᴇʀᴄᴇɴᴛ ʀᴇᴀsᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴀᴍᴇ
Hᴇ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ'ᴛ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ʜɪs ɴᴀᴍᴇ ᴜᴘ ɪɴ ʟɪɢʜᴛs ʜᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛs ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ ᴡʜᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ɪᴛ's ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴀᴛ ᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪᴄ
Hᴇ ꜰᴇᴇʟs sᴏ ᴜɴʟɪᴋᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏʙᴏᴅʏ ᴇʟsᴇ, ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ ɪɴ sᴘɪᴛᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀᴄᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ sᴛɪʟʟ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʜɪᴍ
Bᴜᴛ ꜰᴜᴄᴋ 'ᴇᴍ, ʜᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡs ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴅᴇ, ɪᴛ's ɴᴏᴛ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀʟᴀʀʏ, ɪᴛ's ᴀʟʟ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴛʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ sᴏᴍᴇ ɴᴏɪsᴇ |
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Cinnabun Gryffie Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Mar 13, 2019 9:45 pm
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ɢʀʏꜰꜰɪɴᴅᴏʀ 🇫🇮🇫🇹🇭 ʏᴇᴀʀ ꜱʟʏᴛʜᴇʀɪɴ 🇫🇮🇫🇹🇭 ʏᴇᴀʀ
I get my kicks and I wanna start a rager
I wanna dance like I'm on the video
I got a fever for the violent behavior
I'm sweatin' bullets like a modern Romeo
Jack had been stuck in the library half the afternoon close to signing away his soul to any deity buying as he tried to study for history and finish a potion's essay he'd procrastinated on. When he had finally finished, he met up with Will in the hallway running into him with his guitar case having been with a few other members of music club. After a quick game of rock, paper, scissors they made their way to the Gryffindor table for dinner eagerly catching seats by the platter of roast before digging in. However they only got a few bites before Will noticed his brother stiffening and was about to question it when he caught the sight of The Arse with a new slag hanging over him. You would think after the relentless amount of embarrassing pranks they worked over on him last year he'd grow some humility but no, some people just don't learn. More fun for him then.
Catching his twin's eye, the Slytherin slumped back in his seat grumbling about how he wasn't going to do anything (a small lie) but for the most part, ignored them. Up until The Other Will stormed over confronting them, or rather just the girl and both teens winced at the awfulness they couldn't help overhearing. Jack especially; Colby had been a major asswipe to him but at least he'd done it in private, this was just sadistic. When The Other Will ran out Jack was the one to start to get up with his brother holding him back. He mentioned he probably wanted a few minutes alone and while he hated it, they both sat down and tried to wait it out.
Apparently they could both only stand about fifteen minutes before they both bolted from the table and headed towards the Slytherin dorm. Jack had figured out how to get into the dorm enough times between actually switching places with Will at some points or just sneaking in for fun that most students barely gave the Gryffindor a passing look. A few looked a bit freaked out that they were heading towards the boy's dorm which was a little telling and used caution when opening the door.
The actually needn't bother as the younger Will was sobbing on his bed and the room not looking any worse for wear. Minus the scorch mark on the stone floor and the broken littered around it. Great, he was heartbroken and good with fire, totally doable.
"Hey, Will, we couldn't help but um, overhear your conversation just now." Will winced at the look his twin gave him but really how else were the supposed to start this?!
"We get you prolly don't wanna talk to us about it right now but, y'know, you should at least know that we-I get what you're going through. Allot." Jack added softly as they both stood awkwardly away from his bed.
I testify like a lullaby of memories
Broadcasting live and it's on my radio
I got my photobomb, I got my Vietnam
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Posted: Wed Mar 13, 2019 10:16 pm
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xx⇴ Wʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀᴍ I? Slytherin Boy's Dorm
xxx⇴ Wʜᴏ ɪs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ? Will and Jack Hawthorne
xxxx⇴ Wʜᴀᴛ's ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ? Rage, Stress, and Insecurity
xxxxx⇴ Wʜᴀᴛ'ʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs? I'm never putting my feelings out again
Will's sobs were finally quieting down when he heard the soft footsteps outside. How many people had been listening to him totally breaking down? He sniffled, choking on sobs for a moment while he tried to calm himself down. The door slowly clicked open, with two very similar boys standing there. Will hurriedly wiped his eyes on his blanket, looking over to see the twins, Will and Jack looking nervously at him. Will started it out, carefully saying they'd heard the nightmare in the Great Hall. Son of a b***h. Then again, there was a good chance everyone knew by now, even those that hadn't directly heard.
The blonde sighed softly, flopping his head forward to thunk into his knees again as Jack confessed to knowing how it felt. "Wh-why... why would she do that to me?" His words were interspersed with sobs, the boy still trying to figure out what he had done wrong. Clearly, it was her fault, what with her being... kind of a whore, but it still stirred up horrible feelings of guilt deep inside. Blue eyes looked pleadingly at the twins, the fourth year practically begging them for help. He'd never been in a situation where he felt so vulnerable before. "I-I feel so... so..." How did he feel? It wasn't quite dirty, given he'd stuck to his morals... but maybe he shouldn't have. "So stupid..."
Tʜɪs ɪs ᴛᴇɴ ᴘᴇʀᴄᴇɴᴛ ʟᴜᴄᴋ, ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ ᴘᴇʀᴄᴇɴᴛ sᴋɪʟʟ, ꜰɪꜰᴛᴇᴇɴ ᴘᴇʀᴄᴇɴᴛ ᴄᴏɴᴄᴇɴᴛʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ᴡɪʟʟ
Fɪᴠᴇ ᴘᴇʀᴄᴇɴᴛ ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴜʀᴇ, ꜰɪꜰᴛʏ ᴘᴇʀᴄᴇɴᴛ ᴘᴀɪɴ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ʜᴜɴᴅʀᴇᴅ ᴘᴇʀᴄᴇɴᴛ ʀᴇᴀsᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴀᴍᴇ
Hᴇ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ'ᴛ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ʜɪs ɴᴀᴍᴇ ᴜᴘ ɪɴ ʟɪɢʜᴛs ʜᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛs ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ ᴡʜᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ɪᴛ's ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴀᴛ ᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪᴄ
Hᴇ ꜰᴇᴇʟs sᴏ ᴜɴʟɪᴋᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏʙᴏᴅʏ ᴇʟsᴇ, ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ ɪɴ sᴘɪᴛᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀᴄᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ sᴛɪʟʟ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʜɪᴍ
Bᴜᴛ ꜰᴜᴄᴋ 'ᴇᴍ, ʜᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡs ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴅᴇ, ɪᴛ's ɴᴏᴛ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀʟᴀʀʏ, ɪᴛ's ᴀʟʟ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴛʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ sᴏᴍᴇ ɴᴏɪsᴇ |
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Cinnabun Gryffie Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Mar 15, 2019 7:02 pm
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