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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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 Posted: Mon Dec 21, 2015 12:57 pm
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Come laugh away who you are and get down;
Who you are, who we are, now you're found.
To the sun or the bears or the guns...
We taking all our vows with your frown!
Come on, get down, make a mess, make a bow-
Come get down, mighty youth, here and now.
So come on honey, cut yourself to pieces!
 V I O L A N T E
F A Y E
L I L L A N T I N E
Slytherin │ Fourth Year │ Pureblood │ Adopted
Vio rolled her eyes a little in amusement. "I know that; Vander's got nerve, he called me a b***h to my face just last week at breakfast." She didn't seem terribly disturbed at recounting this. "That said, I did 'accidentally' knock his orange juice into his lap. He was being very rude to a second year." Vio generally did not jump in to the rescue every time she saw Vander or Hamilton or Devonte or whomever, they were hardly the only ones with fouler tempers in her house, being prats.
But every so often she liked to remind them of what everyone else was most likely thinking. She wasn't sure where all of these supposedly well mannered, proper pureblood boys had gotten the idea that to be taken seriously in Slytherin they had to treat everyone else like serfs, but however it had started, it had stuck. She supposed that was why their mothers had to arrange marriages for them; it wasn't as if they were all charming the girls off their feet. Hexing them, maybe.
She smirked at Ivy's snicker and comment on Gryffindors. "The good kind of obnoxious, exactly. And there are some obnoxious Slytherins; they find a way without being loud." Vio wrinkled her nose momentarily. "Trust me." Leading Ivy, she was relieved, was not hard. There was the height difference, which was compensated for by Ivy's heels, which she was sure to move very slow to avoid the other girl stumbling in, but the Gryffindor certainly didn't have two left feet. She wasn't stepping on Vio's left and right, at any rate, and for that the blonde was grateful. She liked her toes attached to her feet.
Come on honey, give yourself completely-
And do it all though you can't believe it.
Youth don't know, youth knows no pain!
Come together and join the parade...
And get back walk on lost in the trade.
With the plants and the shimmering beats;
With the wind in my hair, you're free.
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Posted: Mon Dec 21, 2015 1:52 pm
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I shouldn't laugh, but I know I'm a failure in your eyes.
I know it's daft, but I guess that I know it deep inside.
It feels like we're ready to crack these days, you and I;
When it's just the two of us, only the two of us, I could die.
We're gonna separate ourselves tonight...
We're always running scared but holding knives...
But there's a black chandelier, casting shadows and lies.
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 ᶠᶤᶠᵗʰ ʸᵉᵃʳ │ ᵖᵘʳᵉᵇˡᵒᵒᵈ │ ˢᵉᵉᵏᵉʳ │ ʰᵉᶤʳ
Vander felt his insides twitch around again when she blushed. He was honestly surprised at how open he actually was to the idea; he hadn't just said it to keep her happy, although it was Valentine's Day and that had been part of it. Holiday or not, he'd never been in the habit of just telling Wendy what she wanted to hear, and she treated him similarly. If their focus had been on keeping the other content from the start, he doubted they ever would have gotten around to snogging; they'd have been too busy resenting each other behind polite smiles. He was't sure which was worse; bitterness masked by false sweetness, or nasty fights, but he'd take bickering ferociously with Wendy and getting to snog her at the end of it any day.
He couldn't help it, even if he had wanted to; he snickered a bit at her gasp. "They wouldn't know; I've done it before. Father's always at work and Mother doesn't stay home nearly as often as he'd like her to. Even when she is, she's hardly bothering with her children." He rolled his eyes. "They wouldn't hate you; they'd just think I was... you know, pining, because we've been desperately in love since the age of twelve or so." His tone was dry but it didn't stop him from blushing anyways. He wasn't sure what she was so worried about; if his parents, more specifically his father, hadn't cut off the engagement yet, it certainly wasn't going to happen now. It'd be the height of rudeness, and they couldn't have that, now could they?
I'll sit in silence for the rest of my life if you'd like.
Dressing our wings with industrial gloves made of wire;
Feel it penetrating the skin, we begin to relax,
When it's just the two of us, and a cute little cup of cyanide.
You left my heart like an abandoned car:
Old and worn out, no use at all...
But I used to be free. |
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Mon Dec 21, 2015 4:15 pm
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ＬＯＵＩＳ . ＭＡＵＲＩＣＩＯ. ＡＤＤＡＲＩＯ
Ｆｉｆｔｈ . Ｙｅａｒ ,__ Ｓｌｙｔｈｅｒｉｎ
9" ｈａｚｅｌ,. ｕｎｉｃｏｒｎ. ｔａｉｌ. ｈａｉｒ,.ｒｉｇｉｄ
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Hesitation hardly acknowledged, Louie leaned in to receive the slight peck on his cheek and cupped his hand affectionately around her elbow in the process. Politely, he said, ”Micah, good evening,” then gestured for her to wait a moment as he dug through his trouser pockets, then robes, then back to trousers and again to his inner robes until he finaly found the little devil and gave a sigh of relief, ”If I may, I bought you something... Here, Happy Valentine’s Day.” he presented her with a square velvet box, fumbled on the silver clasp until the lid slid open to reveal a crystal bow pendant embellished with blush-pink crystals, moonstones, and pearls. Maybe it was a little too much for a first date, but his father said, or implied rather, that the Yaxley family deserved nothing less. Louie thought it was silly, and had said as much, but his father reminded him that it was a token of respect, among other things. Louie had been too distracted to file the information away in his brain, it probably slipped and fell somewhere underneath a filing cabinet.
”I hope it’s alright?” he asked stiffly, almost tentative if it hadn’t been for the stoicism in his stern features. But then he quickly followed up with, ”Not too much I mean--since this is just our first date…” Louie trailed off, suddenly vulnerable under fire of flaming arrows ready to rain destruction and ruin down on him, but this isn’t war. Or is it? ‘Everything’s fair in love and war,’ he recited the quote, but couldn’t recall which book he had recently read it in. ‘And did I really say 'just,'' he chastised himself almost an entire minute later. It was an implicative statement; meaning more dates were sure to come. Louie had all but given up on romance and love; arranged marriage statistically last longer than those born of love. Even his mum and da’ had been arranged; a marriage built on mutual trust and respect and understanding of what was expected from each other. But even they couldn’t seem to decide. His father favors the long lineage and traditions of an Italian family, while his mother seems to believe the daughter of a Wizengamot judge would prove most prosperous. Honestly, Louie didn’t mind, so long as it never interrupted his studies or archery practice. But, maybe he could fall in love with Micah? Maybe he already had, and just wouldn't know it until it was too late? After a long moment of distant daydreaming, he blinked and suddenly said, ”So! What would you like to do first?”
[black mask][[Amigoodness! Sorry I took so long to respond Devlyn!]]
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Posted: Mon Dec 21, 2015 7:19 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 22, 2015 4:24 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 23, 2015 7:16 pm
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 _______________________________________ 
Smiling as wide as the English Channel, he enjoyed this moment because he knew it wouldn’t last. Too soon their mirrored lips had changed; hers vanished, and noticing immediately, his had faltered; it was crooked now. Tristan had noted the rarity of her smiles; often faint or fleeting or hollow. But why? Brows bristled but he discarded the thought and swept himself back into the conversation. ”Luck? Or coincidence?” Tristan said at long last, catching her eyes. ”Well I’m glad you came,” he said with earnest, ”You probably just saved some poor blokes' from the trauma of what’s leftover of the Belch Powder I got from our last trip to Hogsmeade.” He joked, snickering in the process. Well, mostly joking anyway, the thought had crossed his mind once or twice but that would’ve required a hasty retreat back to his dormitory to stock up—he hadn’t expected to need it, after all, and besides, that was more of his sister. Effy’s the prankster, Tristan can’t be humorous in that sense; he’s just plain mean. Not that he ever means too! It just…happens.
It was easy to be distracted by the mood, Valentine’s Day has that certain effect on people; teenagers especially. Thirteen hardly counted as a teenager, his mum was often keen to remind him, but it was close enough, and he was moody enough, too. But he wasn’t moody now; in fact, he was… well he didn’t know what he was. Jittery and anxious, maybe even nervous and… and… Tristan just couldn’t put a finger on it. His smile was a goofy one when she thanked him, then he shrugged his shoulders and with a muted sigh, he said, ”Thanks… I guess… Feel like I stick out like a sore thumb, none of the other blokes are wearing dress robes as old as these.” Suddenly vulnerable—a feeling he certainly was not used too—Tristan coughed behind a closed fist trying to deny just how far back these robes probably went in his family, knowing the Hastings', and instead decidedly followed up with a much more confident, ”Doesn’t matter though. I do look right wicked in this, don’t I?”
Slicking back his hair to keep it in place, Tristan nodded and agreed, ”That is lucky.” No pets—not even one? He envied that. So many mornings after the full moon, Demeter would hiss at his early morning arrival, nearly waking up his dorm mates, lucky they slept like rocks and lucky he learned the cheering charm, which distracted the damn feline enough for him to make a getaway to the lavatories and wash up. Glazed eyes drifted over the hall, watching everything but seeing nothing until Sybil’s voice caught his attention again. He snorted under his breath and shrugged dramatically, ”Bloody hell if I know.” This was the first dance he’s ever been too, and the music and people and laughter and dancing, it was so loud; the food, the sweat, the perfume and cologne; it was so hard to concentrate. ”I-err—I, I dunno? We could always go outside to the gardens, it’s quieter?” Tristan stumbled at first as he asked her hopefully. Peace and quiet would be nice, he’d managed to drown out the world for so long but now, trying to hone in on her voice was like a needle in a haystack sometimes.
[OOC: ]
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【LOCATION:: great hall】 【COMPANY:: Sybil】
【ATTIRE:: dress robes】 【STATS:: Slytherin, 5'2", 118lbs】
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Essy ze Ninja Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Dec 25, 2015 8:33 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 26, 2015 3:56 am
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Posted: Sat Dec 26, 2015 7:05 am
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Posted: Sat Dec 26, 2015 5:57 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 27, 2015 4:07 am
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Posted: Mon Dec 28, 2015 4:03 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 28, 2015 4:21 pm
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