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 Posted: Sun Sep 29, 2013 8:13 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 30, 2013 2:28 pm
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Who's gonna FIGHT for what's RIGHT
Who's gonna HELP us SURVIVE
We're in the FIGHT of our LIVES
And we're not READY to DIE Who's gonna FIGHT for the WEAK
Who's gonna MAKE 'em BELIEVE
I've GOT a HERO
LIVING in ME
MARINA EUGENIE ALDRED
PROUD HALFBLOOD
SLYTHERIN FIFTH YEAR PREFECT
It's just another war: Neutral | Just another family torn: He looks happy... | Just a step from the edge: Damien | Just another day in the world we live in: Slytherin Table |
Marina took her seat at the Slytherin Table, next to Damien. She was considerably more relaxed than she had been at the start of the year. There had been no creepiness from her stalker for a good long while, though she didn't think things were over, not at all. They'd try something again in the future, but she would be ready for them. She had to be. And now that the pressure of OWLS was over, she was no longer frantically studying. She hadn't gotten her grades yet, of course, they wouldn't come until she was back home. But the redhead was confident that she'd done well. She gave Damien a smile. He seemed much more chipper than usual for it being the end of the year. Usually he was a bit gloomy, what with what he was going home to. But not tonight.
"Can't wait to leave me?" she teased, leaning into him comfortably, her head full of red curls on his shoulder. "You've got quite the grin on your face, love." she laughed quietly, glancing up and down the table. It was relatively empty; most people were just starting to come into the Great Hall for the end of term feast. Marina had mixed feeling about going home. Going home meant seeing her family, of course, and hopefully getting some answers from her mum, but it also meant being away from Damien. Of course they would be visiting each other and sending letters, though. And he was taking her to that ball the Brightons' were having. So she'd probably be seeing more of him over the summer holidays than she ever had.
INTELLIGENCE without AMBITION is a BIRD without WINGS
I'm gonna FIGHT for what's RIGHT
Today I'm SPEAKING my MIND
And if it KILLS me TONIGHT
I will be READY to DIE I've gotta FIGHT TODAY
To LIVE another DAY
SPEAKING my mind TODAY
My VOICE will be heard TODAY
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Mon Sep 30, 2013 2:55 pm
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 Damien is...spacespacespacespace CURRENTLY // Looking Smart in the Great Hallspace
CURRENTLY // single // crushing // loving Marina Aldredspaces
CURRENTLY WITH // Housematesspacesp
CURRENTLY FEELING // Happyspacespa
CURRENTLY THINKING // 'Going home is actually going to be... nice. First time for everything, I guess.' spacespac
'I know you don't like how I feel,
but please, try to remember,' ═════════════════════════════════
Damien immediately put an arm around Marina when she joined him, leaning over to plant a light kiss on her cheek. He gently laid his head atop hers and gave her shoulder a light squeeze, just taking a moment to relax and enjoy her presence. After all, they wouldn't be together everyday starting tomorrow, for the entirety of the summer. And while they'd get to see each other often enough, they would likely always be under the watch of either his father or her parents. Wesley Edgeworth might like the two of them together, but he was still a proper gentlemen, and expected his son to be one as well. There would be little in the way of affectionate touching or even the most chaste of kisses with him nearby. As for her parents... well, Damien would rather get a scolding from his father for stepping a bit over the line than even risk the two of them thinking he'd done so. Marina said they liked him, and he believed her, but that didn't mean they wouldn't be extra watchful of his behavior. And knowing what was going on in his head... he couldn't say he blamed them. That thought brought a light smirk to his lips.
He straightened his head then, and gave her a smile. "I hadn't had a chance to share the news yet. My mother finally did it. I dunno what it is, but she did it. Father kicked her out. She's not even allowed on the grounds anymore. He's got wards up. Dunno what she did, but it must have been bad. I'm a little scared to know what, given how the letter sounded, but the fact of the matter is, she's out. It's just going to be me, Father and Brownie." The thought of their rather large house being so empty might have bothered some people, but given that the presence that had left had only done more to make it feel like an echoing, empty tomb, Damien was quite pleased. He hoped that, with her gone, his father would continue to open up, and perhaps the two of them and their House-Elf could feel more like a family. His mother had always felt like a tumor, growing and clinging to them, forcing them apart when they were trying to grow closer. Now that she was gone... he had a feeling things would be much better at home.
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'It's natural for a thing like me...'
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Posted: Mon Sep 30, 2013 3:11 pm
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Mon Sep 30, 2013 3:40 pm
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Damien is...spacespacespacespace CURRENTLY // Looking Smart in the Great Hallspace
CURRENTLY // single // crushing // loving Marina Aldredspaces
CURRENTLY WITH // Housematesspacesp
CURRENTLY FEELING // Happyspacespa
CURRENTLY THINKING // 'Going home is actually going to be... nice. First time for everything, I guess.' spacespac
'I know you don't like how I feel,
but please, try to remember,' ═════════════════════════════════
Damien smiled. His father might be a bit of a slave to appearances at times, but really, he was a smart man. Surely things hadn't gotten too bad before he decided to do the right thing. He felt like something awful must have happened, given his tone, but how awful could it have been? He gave Marina's shoulder a light squeeze before letting his arm trail down hers to rest at her hip, pulling her in closer. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head. He caught her hesitation, knew that she probably felt a bit awkward for saying such a thing, but he'd had the exact same thought only moments before. "That's what I'm hoping for. I mean, Father's been trying, but with Mother around, things were always... strained. There was no way of opening up without risking her coming in and putting her foot in her mouth. Now... it'll just be us."
Her sending a greeting to Brownie made him smile. That House-Elf had always been his best friend, and his confidant. She was actually one of only two people he'd told about Marina kissing him third year. He'd written home that night, not to his father, still afraid of the man, but to Brownie. She'd not gotten to write him back until he was already at Dom's and had already made his decision. Her words had echoed with the thoughts in his head, telling him that, as much as she loved his father, she felt he was a bit too stuck in the old ways. That she was sure Damien wouldn't feel affection for just any girl, and that if he felt so conflicted, she must be worth it... and she was. His smile broadened. "I'll do that. She's quite fond of you, you know. Probably more so now that Mother's gone. She'll give you credit for that; after all, if not for you and I, my parents would still be... whatever they were, before. Complacent, I guess. Certainly not happy, but they thought they were." Damien had never understood that about his parents; even when he'd felt obligated to find a pureblood bride to wed as soon as they graduated, he'd not ever considered marrying a woman just because she fit the criteria. Maybe it was seeing Adalaide's parents, and how happy they were, but he'd always rather hoped he could fall in love with his future wife. He didn't understand marriage as a business transaction, a pleasing match of two people with the proper credentials but nothing in common and no feelings between them. It seemed... wrong. And like it would be uncomfortable. Luckily, he wouldn't have to worry about that.
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'It's natural for a thing like me...'
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Posted: Mon Sep 30, 2013 6:18 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 30, 2013 10:31 pm
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 Damien is...spacespacespacespace CURRENTLY // Looking Studious in Locationspace
CURRENTLY // single // fancying // loving Marina Aldredspaces
CURRENTLY WITH // Marinaspacesp
CURRENTLY FEELING // Calmspacespa
CURRENTLY THINKING // 'Let's hope there aren't any creepy letters this year...' spacespac ∳ ∳ ∳ For my entire life I never knew what love was like,
But now I've felt it's touch, and it's far too much for me to hold inside. ∳ ∳ ∳ ═════════════════════════════════════════════════
Damien sat at the Slytherin table, his bearing calm, but he was on his toes all the same. Everything was fine... so far. But last year had seemed fine, too, and then Marina had gotten that weird letter. He hoped there weren't any more this year. He hoped everything was normal. But, he wouldn't hold his breathe. He was prepared for the worst, and hoping for the best. His eyes were roaming, looking at nothing in particular, just taking in the Great Hall. It was nice to be back at school... his father had been a bit strange with him after he'd gotten his OWLs. Disappointed but understanding but angry but accepting all at once, and Damien could never predict was the man's mood would be like. He'd evened out close to the end of Summer, but it'd still been strange... and he'd still had these random moments were he'd just suddenly seem furious. Damien had felt like he was walking a tightrope for months... and being at school was relaxing after that. He hoped the sorting didn't take too long; he was hungry.
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∳ ∳ ∳ Feels like I'm on top of the universe, on a shooting star
Well, life feels so wonderful and every thing is by far so spectacular. ∳ ∳ ∳
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Posted: Thu Oct 31, 2013 11:22 am
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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 sat at the table, her eyes already scanning the new students. Some of them seemed to be interesting, others, not so much. Of course that meant that some of them would end up in her house. Always ended up there, at least. Now it was a matter of seeing which ones they were, and whether they would be a good addition. Her eyes flickered to a spot of green amongst the blue of the table next to hers, and she cocked an eyebrow, not saying anything, but realizing that he was doing what he did last year. Well, if he decided to choose to be at another table, fine. She didn't expect to give him the password, though. She sighed, tapping her fingers on the table. She was now waiting on Amanda, and hoping the other Slytherin didn't take too long.
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Location: Slytherin Table
State: Observant
OOC: ...
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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: Thu Oct 31, 2013 11:48 am
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"Broken glass,
shattered shards.
As my sweet relents,
my bitter comes forth.
Prepare for the end."
Claire was confused, what did the sorting hat mean when he warned her about the path she was treading?
Was there something...horrible he had read in her mind?
Shuddering some Claire looked up as she reached the Slytherin table, her indifferent gaze spotting a seat as she sat in it.
At least she made it into Slytherin, she would have blasted that hat to smithereens if it put her in Gryffindor, which her father said she'd go into.
At least Claire was with one of the decent houses.
Spotting her cousin Victor at the Hufflepuff table she smirked, it was easy enough to pick him out with his bright pink hair.
Glancing around she noticed Catherine too, who seemed quite mad at being in Gryffindor, "Pfft...serves her right."
My feelings? I'm pleased you know?
Precious thought of mine, "Seems the little...Cat is a bit frazzled~"
I'm a Slytherin.
Did you know that I'm a first year?
My strings are being pulled. "..." Out of character. |
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Posted: Thu Oct 31, 2013 3:48 pm
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Cinnabun Gryffie Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Oct 31, 2013 4:01 pm
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Posted: Thu Oct 31, 2013 4:50 pm
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Cinnabun Gryffie Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Oct 31, 2013 5:42 pm
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Posted: Thu Oct 31, 2013 5:53 pm
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"Broken glass,
shattered shards.
As my sweet relents,
my bitter comes forth.
Prepare for the end."
Claire smirked, "Seems like I wasn't the only one who had a miserable time on the way here." She then stared out as she noticed more kids come up for sorting.
Not like she cared about them anyway, they didn't seem to outstanding.
Claire then arched a brow at the grabbing, "Really? I'd have blasted her with a hex for that." Claire then put some hair that had gotten in her face behind her ear, "Or something..."
Noticing the glare, Claire shrugged, so she wasn't the only one who currently held a hatred towards someone in the place.
That made her laugh inwardly some, "You know what they say. Don't get mad, get even."
Claire then glanced at the sorting hat, it was still going on?
Huh...
"Oh...Names Claire. Claire Alexandrie."
My feelings? I'm decent enough you know?
Precious thought of mine, "At least he isn't annoyingly happy go lucky."
I'm a Slytherin.
Did you know that I'm a first year?
My strings are being pulled. "..." Out of character. |
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Posted: Thu Oct 31, 2013 7:24 pm
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 Hayden's lack of interest in the night's sorting event was openly plastered on her pretty, porcelain face as she entered the great hall. Her destination was obvious—anyone could see it based on her expression, let alone her freshly-ironed tie laden with a repeating pattern of silver and emerald green. Her plain, yet fashionable black high heels clicked melodically against the marble floor, the Slytherin clearly uncaring of the tiny details in the Hogwarts dress code.
With an impatience in her venomous green irises, Hayden walked the length of the house table until she reached an empty seat along the bench. Grabbing her robes in one hand near her thigh, she swung each leg over and patted her uniform neatly around herself as if she were wearing an expensive ball gown at some sort of formal.
The longer she sat, the more her attitude grew, and the less she bothered to keep it from showing in every one of her carefully articulated movements. Her arms were crossed firmly across her chest, the bright green polish on her nails reflecting the light from above. Despite her desire to just eat and make her way to the common room, the blonde beauty sat with her back straight, and her glare continually scanning the faces of the other other students that invaded the space around her. |
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