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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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 Posted: Thu Jun 04, 2015 2:16 pm
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When I was young and unbroken,
I tried so hard to get under everyone's skin.
And so it begins; I braced myself-
Embraced myself, misplaced myself-
And all with a sh*t eating grin!
And the p***k of a pin!
It's a killer life, now on with the show!
M O R V E N
G R A I N N E
V A S S
SLYTHERIN │ FIFTH YEAR │ BLOOD TRAITOR
Morven rolled her eyes at his smirk and muttered something that sounded like, "Don't push it," but nodded after a moment's hesitation. She hadn't taken Healing, mostly out of spite, as both her older sisters had. Reflecting back on that, she wanted to hit thirteen year old Morven, because it really could have come in handy. Anyways, if he could heal it she wouldn't have to cover it up with makeup or explain it away. Making sure no one saw the scarring on her forearm from the bite was hard enough sometimes. In the right light it was especially prominent, and she'd accepted that it probably wasn't ever going to go away.
She held her breath while he pressed his wand to her cheek, and felt the skin knitting itself back together. It was an odd sensation, but didn't really hurt. She felt her cheek with the back of her hand and confirmed for herself that it was in fact healed. "Thanks." She took his hand, ignoring how warm it was compared to her own, and the fact that it was larger as well, and got to her feet, ignoring the protesting of her legs. Morven pretended her reluctance to let go of his hand was because it was warming her own, and figured if he wanted he could easily let go himself. She hardly had a death grip on him.
"That sounds preferable, actually," she said frankly, because as much as she'd wanted her bed previously, at the moment a fire and Seymour now sounded better. No. Okay, yes. She shoved her internal bickering aside to focus on what else he was talking about, with a hopeful sort of look on his face that she'd swear up and down was not endearing. "I like chocolate better than tea anyways," Morven found herself saying, the corners of her mouth twitching up into what might have been a tired smile, "And I don't know. Depends on how good you are at sharing a couch." Well, bluntness had to be good for something, and, as far as plans went, crashing on a couch next to Seymour Benjamin Ryans, while objectively not the 'best plan ever', definitely wasn't the worst. Far from it.
I built this house with walls of flesh-
And broken bones and skins!
And I must confess that I'm a sweet mess...
I change my guard with no regard;
And I'm not unscarred so far.
But I'm a success of bitter sweetness! |
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Posted: Fri Jun 05, 2015 8:25 am
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xSeymour Benjamin Ryansxxxxx
xxxx<4th Year><Single: pfft... I'm a one man army!>
My watch broke last week
And I don't need directions to know I'm < Outside the Slytherin Common Room >
And an FYI, looking this Awesome is an art!
------------------------------------------------------------------------ xx Benjamin shrugged when Morven muttered a warning of something like 'don't push it' when he asked about her recognizing his shag-worthiness. However, she took his hand and thanked him for the healing, and Benjamin couldn't help but look down at her hand still holding his when she had already gotten up. He didn't bother letting go as Morven hadn't, and somewhere in the back of his head Benjamin had to wonder if he should appologize to Timothy for constantly making fun of him for being content to only hold Mira's hand. Holding the hand of the girl you liked was nice, even if in this case for Benjamin, Morven's hand was like ice and dirty, and somewhat rough. Or it was rougher than a stereotypical girl's hand was portrayed. Of course Morven was far from stereotypical. Well, she had a bit of a temper which redheads supposedly had more than most, but that temper of hers just made her hotter if you asked Benjamin.
"I think tea is supposed to be healthier," Benjamin said shaking his head, his grin growing at Morven's agreement. When Morven added that it depended on how good he was at sharing a couch, Benjamin replied, "Don't you know that I'm awesome at anything I want to be? Besides, you totally are allowed to use my lap as a pillow or whatever too... after all, Gatita, don't cats like to curl up in people's laps?" Benjamin added with a smirk as he lead the way into the common room, not bothering to let go of Morven's hand and half tempted to take the other... even if they were freezing. At least she could make use of his warmth right? Actually her being cold might be more of a reason to get her snuggled up closer to him, since she seemed over the whole contemplating hexing or killing him (at least for the moment).
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Posted: Mon Aug 10, 2015 10:44 am
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2015 10:31 pm
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Nah, you don't know me
Lightning above and a fire below me
You cannot catch me, cannot hold me
You cannot stop, much less control me
▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁Where am I? Slytherin Corridor
Who am I with? First Years
What am I doing? Opening up the Common Room
What am I thinking? Almost there, now I just have to get them in there and I can go see Elli.
Who's Important to me? Elliott Holt
What am I wearing? Sixth Year Uniform▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁
Jesse stopped in front of the common room entrance, waiting for the students to catch up. He did a quick head count, and ensured everyone was present before he addressed the first years again. "And now we're finally at the common room entrance. Please remember this spot in the wall, as there's really no visible indication of where it is. The password for the common room is 'Basilisk venom' so please remember that. Don't give it out to other people not in the house, since that will end up with not only you, but the person you told it to in trouble. Now, come on so I can show you the inside." He led the group into the common room through the fissure in the wall that opened up at the sound of the password.
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OOC:
When it rains, it pours
When the floodgates open, brace your shores
That pressure don't care, it breaks your doors
Say it's all you can take, better take some more
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2015 10:49 pm
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Posted: Fri Nov 13, 2015 10:02 pm
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Fri Feb 12, 2016 11:59 am
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I don’t know what I ever wanted...
You got a front, well, you better flaunt it.
Ate a piece of the devil’s body-
The face of the devil follows me.
Every day it feels like I’m running;
And I’m headed straight for the blaze!
And I can breathe when I’m underwater!
And I’m ready with a finger on the trigger!
 V I O L A N T E
F A Y E
L I L L A N T I N E
Slytherin │ Fifth Year │ Pureblood │ Adopted │ Prefect
Vio carefully led the way down the narrow torchlit corridor leading to the Common Room entrance; it wasn't very wide, so as small as the first years were, within a few years they probably wouldn't all be able to walk down it at once. She paused in front of the door. "This is the entrance to the Common Room. Try not to forget where this corridor is; you don't want to spend all your time wandering around in the dungeons looking for it during your first week here. Yes, I know there's no door. Basilisk venom," she uttered clearly, turning back to face the wall, and a fissure opened up, wide enough for a person to pass through. "Charming password, isn't it?" That might have been a bit sarcastic. From what she'd read, basilisks sounded supremely unpleasant, and she had no idea what genius had proposed that as a password. At least it wasn't 'pureblood' or 'the Dark Lord will rise again', the blonde thought, trying not to roll her eyes. "That said, do not tell anyone not in this house the password. You'll both end up in trouble." With that, she led the way into the Common Room.
OOC: ((next post will be in Slytherin Common Room))
Who’s that girl, who’s that girl?
She’s only special in secret...
And she’s got her own familiar spirits.
Something inside of her rises and she knows;
Destruction makes the world burn brighter.
When the wind takes 'em all, away from here-
When the sorrow is all gone, buried in the snow-
When the wolves howl their song, and the whole earth is done.
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2016 4:16 pm
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α f я α ι ∂ тσ ℓσѕє ¢ σ и т я σ ℓ αи∂ ¢ α υ g н т υρ ιи тнιѕ ω σ я ℓ ∂ xxxxxxxxxxxx
ι'νє ωαѕтє∂ т ι м є, ι'νє ωαѕтє∂ в я є α т н, ι тнιик ι'νє т н σ υ g н т муѕєℓf тσ ∂ є α т н xxxxxxxxx
ι ωαѕ в σ я и ωιтнσυт тнιѕ f є α я, иσω σ и ℓ у тнιѕ ѕєємѕ ¢ ℓ є α я xxxxxx
ι иєє∂ тσ м σ ν є, ι иєє∂ тσ f ι g н т, ι иєє∂ тσ ℓ σ ѕ є муѕєℓf т σ и ι g н т xxx
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spaceLori lead the first year students down the stairs and into the corridor, finally coming to a halt in front of the wall that opened into the Slytherin Common Room. She turned to look at them all, arms crossed. "This wall hides the Common Room entrance. Try hard to remember it, because you'll have a hell of a time getting to bed at night if you don't, and the professors don't generally accept "I can't find the entrance" as an excuse for why you're breaking curfew. The current password to get in is Re'em Blood," she paused, having spoken the words loud enough that the wall opened for them. "If you can't remember the password, you have a couple of options; wait for someone nice enough to let you in, or guess. Personally, I think guessing isn't all that hard. There's a ninety percent chance it has something to do with snakes, or dark magic, or blood. Not joking. Just start going through the terms in your Defense Against the Dark Arts book and you're bound to find it eventually." Sighing, she gestured for them to follow her inside the Common room, already wishing this was done. Just a bit longer, though, she reminded herself. And next year it'd be the new prefect's job to worry about this.
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xxxxxx ¢σиfυѕє ωнαт ι f є є ℓ ωιтн ѕσмєтнιиg тнαт'ѕ я є α ℓ
xxxxxxxxx ι тяιє∂ тσ ѕ є ℓ ℓ му ѕ σ υ ℓ ℓαѕт и ι g н т
xxxxxxxxxxxx f υ и и у, нє ωσυℓ∂и'т єνєи т α к є α в ι т є
 xx» ╳ ♥ ╳ «xx xx» oυт oғ cнaracтer «xx speak now
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Cinnabun Gryffie Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri May 13, 2016 10:14 pm
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  ⥁YOᑌᑎGᕮᖇ TᗯIᑎ⥁ᖇᗩᐯᕮᑎᑕᒪᗩᗯ ⥁ᖴIᖇᔕT Yᕮᗩᖇ⥁ Connor had been in search of the library for what seemed to be several hours. He'd found someone that seemed to know his way around, but he was yelling about knights and wyverns... What the heck were wyverns? The boy filed that away, determined to do some research. The guy had told him it was further downstairs, though, so Connor went down all the stairs, trying to figure out just where exactly the elusive library was. Honestly, he felt a bit stupid for going alone, but Colton was taking a nap, and Connor really wanted some peace to review his notes. Now he was somewhere chilly, his usually comforting sweater not quite blocking out the chill of the air. He bit his lip, but kept walking down the hall, cane clicking in front of him. Tʜᴇʀᴇ's ᴀ ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ʟᴇᴛ ɪᴛ ʙᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɢᴜɪᴅᴇ ᴛᴏ ғɪɴᴅ, ғɪɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴀʏ.
Aɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ's ɴᴏ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴜs ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀsᴛᴇ, ɢᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴀ ʟᴇᴀᴘ ᴏғ ғᴀɪᴛʜ, ᴀɴᴅ ғʟʏ, ғʟʏ ᴀᴡᴀʏ
Dᴏɴ'ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀʟᴋ, ɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ʀᴜɴ, ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴄᴀɴ ɢᴇᴛ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴀʏ
Aʟʟ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛᴇᴀʀs ᴡɪʟʟ ᴅʀʏ ғᴀsᴛᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴜɴ,
Sᴛᴀʀᴛɪɴɢ ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ, Sʜɪɴᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴀʏ {OoC} |
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Posted: Fri May 13, 2016 10:46 pm
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Cinnabun Gryffie Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri May 13, 2016 11:06 pm
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⥁YOᑌᑎGᕮᖇ TᗯIᑎ⥁ᖇᗩᐯᕮᑎᑕᒪᗩᗯ ⥁ᖴIᖇᔕT Yᕮᗩᖇ⥁ Connor was listening closely for any sign of someone that might be able to help him find his way.... anywhere at this point. He figured he might have to try and find the stairs again, and maybe just settle for getting back to his common room. The only problem was... he didn't know where he was now. When he heard someone walk closer, the boy nervously pushed his glasses higher on his nose. When the person spoke, he connected it to a voice of one of the others in his year. She asked about Peeves and directions, and he flushed. "I-I am Connor, yes. And Peeves... is he a knight? I think he was in a painting... but that is silly, isn't it? Either way, some knight talking about wyverns gave me directions to the library." He grinned a bit, thinking it a very silly circumstance. "I do think I'm quite lost, it's humid down here, which wouldn't be good for masses of books." After he shut himself up, she identified herself as Rowan Yaxley. Yaxley... She then claimed she was a b***h, though only halfway so. The boy let out a nervous chuckle, nodding. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Rowan. And I'm quite certain you're lovely. I don't go by rumors or name calling, so you'll have to forgive." He bowed his head down, and listened as she made odd hissing noises. Perhaps it was a nervous tic of some sort? "You... you're a twin too, right? Or maybe a triplet. I know there's other Yaxleys in our year." He tilted his head in her direction, thinking it would be cool to meet another twin that wasn't Colton. Tʜᴇʀᴇ's ᴀ ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ʟᴇᴛ ɪᴛ ʙᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɢᴜɪᴅᴇ ᴛᴏ ғɪɴᴅ, ғɪɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴀʏ.
Aɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ's ɴᴏ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴜs ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀsᴛᴇ, ɢᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴀ ʟᴇᴀᴘ ᴏғ ғᴀɪᴛʜ, ᴀɴᴅ ғʟʏ, ғʟʏ ᴀᴡᴀʏ
Dᴏɴ'ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀʟᴋ, ɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ʀᴜɴ, ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴄᴀɴ ɢᴇᴛ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴀʏ
Aʟʟ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛᴇᴀʀs ᴡɪʟʟ ᴅʀʏ ғᴀsᴛᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴜɴ,
Sᴛᴀʀᴛɪɴɢ ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ, Sʜɪɴᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴀʏ {OoC} |
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Posted: Fri May 13, 2016 11:17 pm
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Sick of all these people talking, sick of all this noise
Tired of all these cameras flashing, sick of being poised
I'm headed straight for the castle
They wanna make me their queen
And there's an old man sitting on the throne
saying that I probably shouldn't be so mean
She raised an eyebrow when he asked if Peeves was a knight. "No Peeves is a poltergeist, but the knight painting... I think my cousin warned me about him. He likes to joke around and play pranks almost as bad as Peeves does." The library was definitely not in the dungeon. The little knight was a real jerk apparently. Getting a poor blind boy lost. That was just rude. And Rowan would know rude. She'd grown up with a family of rude people. "The library is definitely not in the dungeon. You're right the humidity would be terrible for the books. "
The snake in her hands hissed at her casually, interrupting her. "Well are you going to introduce me or not Rowan. I thought you liked us snakes. Rowan blinked, glancing at the snake and grinned sheepishly. "This is Bailey by the way. He's a snake. I'm a parseltongue. So I was having a nice chat with him before I saw you." She held the snake out so he could feel if he wanted. When he asked about her siblings, she nodded, before realizing he couldn't see. Duh! "Triplet. Darian and Tiernan are my sisters. I also have a cousin Micah who's a Hufflepuff prefect. And my other cousin graduated a while back. His name is Ashley."
I'm headed straight for the castle
They've got the kingdom locked up
And there's an old man sitting on the throne
saying I should probably keep my pretty mouth shut
Oh, all of these minutes passing, sick of feeling used
If you wanna break these walls down, you're gonna get bruised
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Cinnabun Gryffie Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat May 14, 2016 6:29 pm
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⥁YOᑌᑎGᕮᖇ TᗯIᑎ⥁ᖇᗩᐯᕮᑎᑕᒪᗩᗯ ⥁ᖴIᖇᔕT Yᕮᗩᖇ⥁ Connor looked a bit worried when told that Peeves was a poltergeist. Weren't those the demon possessed ghosts in horror films? Maybe this school did have some dark history. Though apparently her cousin had given warning about the knight playing tricks too. "So avoid Peeves and the knight painting? Got it." He nodded, a bit annoyed that he'd been fooled by a painting. She did agree the humidity would be terrible for books, though, so he felt a little bit better. He'd be confused if they housed books here, because they'd likely just fall apart. When he heard the hissing again, he turned his head a bit, trying to figure out where it was coming from. Rowan said it was coming from Bailey, a snake. "You have a pet snake? And... don't mind me asking, but what's a Parseltongue? It's not a word I'm familiar with." He felt his cheeks heat up, radiating a bit of warmth in the chilly corridor. She was talking with the snake, apparently, so perhaps it was a magical skill. He grinned when she said she was a triplet, then had cousins in the older years. "I don't have any cousins. Both my parents are only kids, and I've only got one sibling. I do have a dog, though. You'll get to meet her next year." He grinned, finally feeling a bit more relaxed. The boy pushed his glasses into his hair, eyes closed, but still conveying his happiness. Tʜᴇʀᴇ's ᴀ ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ʟᴇᴛ ɪᴛ ʙᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɢᴜɪᴅᴇ ᴛᴏ ғɪɴᴅ, ғɪɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴀʏ.
Aɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ's ɴᴏ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴜs ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀsᴛᴇ, ɢᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴀ ʟᴇᴀᴘ ᴏғ ғᴀɪᴛʜ, ᴀɴᴅ ғʟʏ, ғʟʏ ᴀᴡᴀʏ
Dᴏɴ'ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀʟᴋ, ɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ʀᴜɴ, ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴄᴀɴ ɢᴇᴛ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴀʏ
Aʟʟ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛᴇᴀʀs ᴡɪʟʟ ᴅʀʏ ғᴀsᴛᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴜɴ,
Sᴛᴀʀᴛɪɴɢ ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ, Sʜɪɴᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴀʏ {OoC} |
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Posted: Sat May 14, 2016 11:15 pm
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Sick of all these people talking, sick of all this noise
Tired of all these cameras flashing, sick of being poised
I'm headed straight for the castle
They wanna make me their queen
And there's an old man sitting on the throne
saying that I probably shouldn't be so mean
Rowan blinked and shook her head. "Oh no, Bailey isn't my pet. He's just a snake that lives in the dungeons. I do have 4 pet snakes, but they're at home this year because the stupid school rules don't allow first years to have dangerous pets." She rolled her eyes at that. Her snakes were not dangerous! Unless she asked them to be. They were her best friends beyond her sisters, and now they were all alone at home with nothing but her parents who didn't know them like her. She gently draped Bailey around her neck. "Parseltongue. Its a genetic trait that runs in some magical families. It means I can speak snake. Well snake, runespore. Anything snakey. Almost all Yaxley's are parseltongues... cept Micah. She's the odd one out." She nodded at the mention of a dog. "That's cool. I've never met a dog. Not really. I've seen them of course, but you know never really met one. My best friend has a cat that he keeps around his book shop to hunt the mice and rodents that like to chew his books."
I'm headed straight for the castle
They've got the kingdom locked up
And there's an old man sitting on the throne
saying I should probably keep my pretty mouth shut
Oh, all of these minutes passing, sick of feeling used
If you wanna break these walls down, you're gonna get bruised
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Cinnabun Gryffie Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun May 15, 2016 10:20 pm
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⥁YOᑌᑎGᕮᖇ TᗯIᑎ⥁ᖇᗩᐯᕮᑎᑕᒪᗩᗯ ⥁ᖴIᖇᔕT Yᕮᗩᖇ⥁ Connor perked up at the thought that the snake wasn't Rowan's pet. She said she had four snakes at her house, but the school wasn't allowing her to bring them. "You have four snakes? That seems like it would be fun. Can... can you hold them? Mum said we weren't supposed to hold snakes, in case they were dangerous. Sadie likes to find them, though." He grinned sheepishly, half wondering if she'd let him hold a snake. He knew they were scaly, but he'd never pet something with scales, apart from a fish once in the ocean. When Rowan explained that her family could talk to snakes, his jaw dropped in amazement. "That is so neat. I imagine it would come in handy too, sometimes. You'd be good on our family hiking trips!" He chuckled, pondering her as an addition to their trip. He imagined her wearing snakes like jewelry and the thought made him grin. When she said she'd never met a dog, Connor gasped quietly. "Next year, I promise! You'll meet Sadie, that's my dog, and I'm sure you'll love her! She loves everyone!" He hoped she might become a friend... and for more than just meeting Sadie and snakes. Tʜᴇʀᴇ's ᴀ ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ʟᴇᴛ ɪᴛ ʙᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɢᴜɪᴅᴇ ᴛᴏ ғɪɴᴅ, ғɪɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴀʏ.
Aɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ's ɴᴏ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴜs ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀsᴛᴇ, ɢᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴀ ʟᴇᴀᴘ ᴏғ ғᴀɪᴛʜ, ᴀɴᴅ ғʟʏ, ғʟʏ ᴀᴡᴀʏ
Dᴏɴ'ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀʟᴋ, ɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ʀᴜɴ, ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴄᴀɴ ɢᴇᴛ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴀʏ
Aʟʟ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛᴇᴀʀs ᴡɪʟʟ ᴅʀʏ ғᴀsᴛᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴜɴ,
Sᴛᴀʀᴛɪɴɢ ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ, Sʜɪɴᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴀʏ {OoC} |
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