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 Posted: Fri Aug 09, 2013 9:23 am
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Posted: Fri Aug 09, 2013 1:26 pm
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I have screamed until my veins collapsed
I've waited as my time's elapsed
Now, all I do is live with so much hate I've wished for this, I've bitched at that
I've left behind this little fact:
You cannot kill what you did not create I've gotta say what I've gotta say
And then I swear I'll go away
But I can't promise you'll enjoy the noise.
𝔇mitri 𝕲rigori 𝔎amenev
я никому не уступлю
of house Slytherin ___________ Eleven Years Old
First Year
☭
Slytherin Table
Before the feast had arrived, those pale orbs had immobilized. Further down along the table, the unmistakable face cast a luminescent glow upon the reflection of eyes like frozen snowflakes. An owl dropped an unknown package and the warmth was suddenly sucked out of the hall, only barely, but still true. He blinked and tried to look away, but so many other first years were, too. They were all curious little garden snakes in this Garden of Eden. But how long until on them sprouted fangs, how long until their poison manifested, how long until someone ate the apple?
It was only a matter of time.
Hayden’s voice fluttered back into his possessive memories, fought for attention that he wasn’t quite ready to give her. It’d been a debated process, just to look away, and he had, finally. It was just in time to watch her cast her doubts upon a reflection of herself, preening her curls and delicacy features. But what the hell did she say? Perhaps she’d noticed his wavered attention? Perhaps she realized he’d been caught off guard, because it wasn’t very long before her voice sang, almost flippantly. That his attention should be on her far more than it truly was, that she wouldn’t waste the time of day on anyone who didn’t agree.
He wasn’t so much a fool to not.
He shifted, his eyes focused heavily upon her as he realized just what she’d said…. Yes, he did remember her, it was all coming back so clearly now. Hell, he must have seen some of these other faces before, but none struck out quite so much as hers. Her flair for the prominent had only served to beg the question: how much did she really know.
Did she know of Rurik, his oldest brother, who’d been tried and convicted and now sat in the dirtiest cells of Azkaban. He grew a little tense as his gaze orbited. How many of them would know? How long would it take for the Kamenev name to stir memories of old articles? Of the death of an auror, and two innocents?
His throat tightened, and his voice almost even seemed to crack from the stress of the weight barreling down on him. A landslide of realizations. ”Aye, true. As I recall, there not many males of either catching interest…
“Ha, or of any interest, to be true, other than their own. But, story for different day, jes?” The uplift of a smirk was really the closest thing to a smile he’d managed to muster all this time. Confidence struck him as he held his head higher, deepened the shadows that concaved beneath the heavy bone of brow.
”Tell me, vat do you know about dis school, ah? My brothers all are Durmstrang.” He nodded brusque, his thickened accent slowly seemed to adjust. Though not so near as fast as he would like.
We’re never who we say we are.
I guess I'll save the best for last My future seems like one big past ________ You're left with me 'cause you left me no choice
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Essy ze Ninja Vice Captain
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Essy ze Ninja Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Aug 09, 2013 1:45 pm
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I settled down a twisted up frown
Disguised as a smile, well
You would have never known
I had it all
But, not what I wanted
'cause hope for me was a place uncharted and overgrown
𝕯ominic 𝕸ontague
𝔖𝔩𝔶𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯i𝔫 𝔓𝔲𝔯𝔢𝔟𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔡
Fifth Year, 𝔅eater
He blinked and paused and nearly flinched when Gracie had started into him, but she seemed more distant than angered, or maybe disappointed? Whatever it was, it brought an iridescent frown to his lips, one that wouldn’t disappear anytime soon. ”Grace, I didn’t think they were being serious at first…” He shrugged, swallowed a lump in the back of his throat and set his guitar down on the floor, propped up against his knee. He rolled his eyes at her retort, of course she’d take it to the extremity! But that was just Gracie, she took everything to the extremity! Even her damn death! He sighed as he leaned forward on the table, his head barely propped up by his hand while his elbow stretched farther along the table, even when the food appeared he didn’t seem to notice or care (and that had to have been a first.)
”Well damn, Gracie, I wasn’t actually going to disappear or anything! I was just…” he shrugged again. What was he going to do? Seriously?
His idle pause lingered as he cast a weary and tired gaze upon the first years. Did he dare trust any of them? Or worse, did any of them know? He was a Montague, yes, a prestigious, purely bred, and competitive second born heir. It was duty to see his family line through. And then, then there was Grace. She was a McHalen. Their name was just as renowned as his was, maybe even more so, if only because of the scandalous secrets. That one of their own had been a blood traitor, married a muggle, and then subsequently died. Now Grace was by herself.
There was little much anyone could really do to him, now. His parent’s already knew. The rest of the school already knew. It wouldn’t be long until the first years began to find out.
”Hell, I was just going to let them find me, y’know? Let them bloody rummage through thinking they’d killed me, and, maybe they’d actually realize they cared more about the children instead of the family.” A nefarious twinkle cast itself in his deep blue eyes. ”And then, I could just, jump up and scream and be all ‘I told you so!’
“Err… something?”
╔═══════════════════╗Height: 5’7” ☣ Weight: 143lbs ☣ Age: 15 Slytherin TableWith Grace
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You'd make your way in
I'd resist you just like this
You can't tell me to feel
The truth never set me free
So, I did it myself
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Posted: Fri Aug 09, 2013 7:50 pm
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Amory Goodwin
First Year ~~~~ Slytherin House ~~~~~ Eleven Years Old ~~~~Slytherin Table
After the introduction to Hershel, Mory started to fill her plate with some roast beef, potatoes, and carrots, all in a small portion of each. She never had been a big eater. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Edajin was eating cake with his hands. She found it a bit odd why he wasn't eating on a plate with a fork like most. She said nothing, however, and looked back to her own plate. Those sort of questions weren't meant for the first time meeting someone, it was rude.
Speaking of rude, Mory didn't mean to ignore Hershel by beginning to eat her dinner, but she wasn't sure when they were going to be hurried to bed and, while she was tired, she also felt her stomach telling her food was just as much a priority. This was all not to mention she didn't know what else the boy fancied to say, if anything. Between Edajin and Hershel, she got the feeling that Hershel was the more talkative one, but at the same time she wasn't as sure that he had said as much as Edajin. Mory wondered what a conversation between the two of them sounded like considering the differences.
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Posted: Fri Aug 09, 2013 8:05 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 09, 2013 9:03 pm
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▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬Don’t give yourselves to these unnatural men, machine men, with machine minds and machine hearts! You are not machines!
- Chaplin
The best prophet of the future is the past
-Lord Byron
It is not what you find, it is what you find out.
-David Thoma As their conversation began to lower, breathes fading down into their growling stomachs as the smell of delicious food filled the Hall, each of the three turned their focus away from each other and to their own plates. Or, in Hershel's part, to his plate and to his book.
He had piled onto the china he favorite foods; sauce covered rice, stew with parsley tinting the surface, a small breast of herbed chicken and a hearty slice of spice cake to end everything off. The boy's bites of the meal had been small and irregular as soon his bright eyes had found the pages of his book again and he was swallowed by it. He found the occasional nervous chill brush his shoulder and he would whip up to look around, worrying that the library caretaker would have followed him even down here after his little mis-adventure before the feast. He would return the book, eventually.
When everyone in the Hall had finally finished their meals, exhaustion and comfort flushing their faces as they continued to drink their pumpkin juice, Edajin turned to him and spoke. It pulled Hershel's head out of the dry pages as well as a few stiff beats of his heart as he saw his friend's dark eyes move back towards the girl they shared company with. Hershel found himself biting his lip.
"Yes, of course!" he said with a smile, that was still bright and genuine, "I am sure our new friend would love you to show her the way," he smiled at Amory then, "I will see you in the dorms, then Edajin, goodnight Miss Mory, a great pleasure to meet you," and with it the unwilling heir of his name stood, tome already closed and clasped in his arms again, bowed to his company and made a turn on his heel towards the Gryffindor Table, waving his other friend over to meet him at the Great Hall doors.
 third year - slytherin
historical - enthusiast
unwilling - heir▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ |
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Posted: Fri Aug 09, 2013 9:07 pm
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Emperors and kings are but obeyed in their several provinces,
but his dominion that exceeds in this...
... stretcheth as far as doth the mind of man.
A sound magician is a demigod.
ɀander ◒ ɢarcia
First Year // Slytherin // In Pain // Slytherin Table
Though thou hast now offended like a man, Do not persever in it like a devil.
Zander grinned, knowing that Rui was teasing him. He loved it when she played hard to get - he ate it all up and never even complained about it one bit. "We'll see... the first chance I get to slip out of the castle I'll bring you with me Rui... maybe we'll head to the Black Lake and have a picnic under the stars." He told her, grinning. He was gaining confidence around her now, but it wasn't that he was scared to be with her before, no. He was just feeling more and more relaxed around her. Had he just met her he never would have given her his spiel on mudbloods.
Once the food finally appeared on the table, Zander realized that he wasn't actually that hungry. Perhaps it was the meal he had before leaving on the train, or just the excitement of being with Rui that filled him enough. Yet unexpectedly when her hand slipped and she cut him, Zander grimaced in pain. It was only a flesh wound, but it hurt all the same as the boy was not accustomed to pain. "No.. I'm fine!" He lied as she pressed the napkin to his side. "Don't worry about it!" Zander's face was already starting to pale, mostly from the horror that came with the pain, but he turned away before Rui could see. Only when he recomposed himself did Zander turn back, placing a hand over the one she'd been using to hold the napkin in place. Rui was pushing a little too hard for comfort, but Zander wasn't about to tell her that. No, instead he gave her a reassuring squeeze, fighting through the pain with a meek smile on his face. "Thank you, Rui.. I'll be okay. It's just a little cut." He told her, a little less confident than he wished he'd sounded.
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Posted: Fri Aug 09, 2013 9:18 pm
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So what am I not supposed to have an opinion
Should I be quiet just because I'm a woman
Call me a b***h cos I speak what's on my mind
Guess it's easier for you to swallow if I sat and smiled
Eretria had been observing the sorting, and now the table for some time. She'd quietly catalogued several things away about the first years, and as the meal seemed to die down, she stood slowly, letting ehr presence be known. Her gaze settled on the first years and she just mentally shook her head. Was it her imagination, or were there a lot more shady types this year? Deciding to ignore the thought, she called across the table. "All right, since it's about that time, I will show you to the common room. First years, I suggest you keep up, lest you be left behind. Trust me, I have no issues with docking points from my own house if you decide to ignore me and not follow." Turning briskly, she strode over to the end of the table, waiting just long enough for the first years to follow, and then started the yearly journey. She was quite serious too. She'd never had to dock points, but the first idiot she saw was going to be wishing that he or she listened to her.
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Location: Great Hall
State: Leading First Years
OOC: Next post in the Antechamber
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So what am I not supposed to say what I'm saying
Are you offended by the message I'm bringing
Call me whatever cos your words don't mean a thing
Guess you ain't even a man enough to handle what I sing
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Posted: Fri Aug 09, 2013 9:32 pm
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 Damien is...spacespacespacespace CURRENTLY // Looking Studious at Locationspace
CURRENTLY // single // crushing // loving Marina Aldredspaces
CURRENTLY WITH // Marina, and a first yearspacesp
CURRENTLY FEELING // Pleasantspacespa
CURRENTLY THINKING // 'She looks so nervous...' spacespac
'I know you don't like how I feel,
but please, try to remember,' ═════════════════════════════════
Damien ate in silence, not really sure of how to continue the conversation. He listened in on the students conversations, still not really liking the majority of the first years but not seeing any real need to step in. When the older prefect, Eretria, spoke up and announced it was time to head to the Common Room, he quickly finished his meal and stood, ready to follow her. He glanced at Marina, giving her a subtle nod before offering a smile to the students. "Alright, guys, follow us, keep an eye on either Eretria, myself or Marina to keep from getting lost. The castle's a bit of a maze, especially down in the dungeons, which is where we're heading, so keep up and stay close." He waited for a few of the first years to stand and start heading after Eretria before following them, figuring that Marina could take up the rear behind the stragglers.
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'It's natural for a thing like me...'
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Posted: Fri Aug 09, 2013 11:47 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 10, 2013 7:53 am
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Posted: Sat Aug 10, 2013 10:15 am
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Sat Aug 10, 2013 10:47 am
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Posted: Sat Aug 10, 2013 10:51 am
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