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 Posted: Fri Nov 01, 2013 4:23 pm
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 ѕecond year / gryғғιndor/ ѕιngle / нalғ-вlood
Location: Gryffindor Table. . .
With: Yvette . .
"Aye, 'm summer was fine,"Quihn said, yet again, to Yvette as he leaned his elbow onto the table and rested his head on his fist. It had been filled with things he had done every summer for all of his life -- climbing trees and cliffs, training and riding horses, getting into trouble for not doing chores.. In truth? It had been very boring in comparison to school at Hogwarts."Nothin out 'f th' ord'n'ry.."Flicking his eyes all up and down the table of Gruffindors, Quihn found himself wondering if anything "out of the ordinary" would happen this year in school. Last year there had been mysterious events which had petrified students for days. Or had it been weeks? The great thing about attending Hogwarts was that time seemed to pass by very quickly. More quickly than Quihn cared to enjoy.
As he listened to the babble of his surrounding housemates, Quihnan felt an odd tickle on the top of his head.. like something had brushed his hair and come to rest on it. Moving his eyes to look up, he reached slowly to grab what felt like a piece of parchment and put it in front of him with a tilts of his head and a curious frown. When he opened it, he let a small smile twist the side of his mouth.. But he couldn't keep the furrow out of his brows. It was kinda silly that she would pass him a note here and now. After all, they were bound to share some classes together. Was she feeling like she needed to make sure they were still friends, or something? Because of course they could meet up, at any point. Just because they weren't housemates like he and Yvette didn't mean they couldn't hang out.
Twisting in his seat to look toward the Hufflepuff table, Quihn spots Nessa through the bustle and catches her eyes. Giving a thumbs up in agreement to her suggestion, he grins and nods before turning to look back at Yvette with a raised brow."Wh't classes 'r yew takin', this year?"
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Posted: Fri Nov 01, 2013 4:32 pm
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Posted: Fri Nov 01, 2013 5:08 pm
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ஒ Mudblood ஒ Orphan ஒ Single ஒ
But I know that, I was put here, to fight Vikings, in the cold war,
with my arms out, in the front lines, singing, “Dare me. Dare me.”
Steffi stomped into the great hall, looking more than annoyed. Although she loved Crash dearly, his sudden appearance had basically ruined her and Luke's plan to talk, and for once the boy had actually agreed to talk. She glared at anyone who passed within her vision and stumbled into a spot at the table. Huffing almost silently, she slouched over in her seat and picked up her knife.
Liethe fingers curled around the handle of the instrument and she began carving random nonsensical letters and symbols into the wood. If anything, it helped her calm down, but more than that, it was something to pass her time with until she was able to get Luke alone and scream at him and his idiocy. How could one boy piss her off so much, and yet she still wanted him around? It was more than stupid and she hated it and she hated all these weird emotions and she hated Luke!
No that was a lie. She could never hate Luke. Not even when he was an idiotic, obnoxious, cowardly douche bag. She still could not hate the stupid idgit.... because he was her idgit and that wasn't changing no matter what he said. And she had kissed him for God's sake. She had put herself on the line for that boy and she wasn't about to let him run off just because he was a little scared.
I hope they hurt you. I hope they scar you. I hope they heal you.
You’ve got to weigh your wars make sure you’re not fighting for nothing
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Posted: Fri Nov 01, 2013 5:30 pm
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Posted: Fri Nov 01, 2013 7:29 pm
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Alexandria bit her bottom lip when the Sorting Hat spoke. It seemed to be down between two houses, and he had trouble deciding which to put her in. On one hand, she would rather be placed in Slytherin. After all, according to Veronica, Gryffindor came in last place for the Quidditch Cup last year. The girl definitely wanted to try out for quidditch this year as well as not be on a losing team. On the other hand, Gryffindor did have a better reputation, and her mum was in Gryffindor when she went to Hogwarts. It was between Slytherin and Gryffindor, and Alexandria had absolutely no say in it. Although she wouldn't even know which one she would choose, she still didn't like the fact that she had no control in what happened next. The girl shut her eyes tightly, waiting for the hat to sort her. Dark brown eyes snapped open as "Gryffindor!" was shouted from over top of her head. Immediately, the eleven year old took the hat off and made her way towards the table of lions who roared in cheers and applause. As Alexandria walked towards the table, a sly smile stretched on her lips. In all honesty, it felt great having so many older students cheering for her. I could get used to this, she thought. However, this probably wouldn't happen too often. Not unless she made the Quidditch team and won. Her smile faltered into a straight line, and she thought about what the sorting hat said. Gryffindor'll bring out the potential in me? she asked herself, scrunching her nose and eyebrows in confusion. What could that possibly mean?
Oh, oh, oh, it's m a g i c you know. Never b e l i e v e it's not so.
((OOC: outfit in left picture))
It's m a g i c you know. Never b e l i e v e it's not so. |
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Posted: Fri Nov 01, 2013 7:57 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 02, 2013 2:00 am
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Posted: Sat Nov 02, 2013 9:04 am
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They said all teenagers scare the living s h i t out of me
They could care less as long as someone'll bleed
So darken your clothes or strike a violent pose
Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me
The boys and girls in the clique
The awful names that they stick
You're never gonna fit in much, kid
But if you're troubled and hurt
What you got under your shirt
Will make them pay for the things that they did
Christian Barrett
Crash
Third Year Gryffindor
A strained cough cleared his throat as he stepped under the enchanted starry ceiling and glanced down the rows of tables. His Gryffindor robes hung a little too loose, almost two sizes too big for him. He almost didn’t even want to go join his housemates at the table. The carriage ride up here had been… weird, to say the least. There was this certain tension he didn’t understand, he was starting to wonder if Steffi and Luke had gotten into a fight. But then, why would they sit together? It made no sense to the American, as far as he knew, it was probably just some weird British quirk that he’d never understand.
Either way, he wasn’t about to make the same mistake twice, and sit next to them again. That would just be too weird. He huffed a small sigh, tucked his skateboard under his arm and moved with the rest of the crowd of upperclassmen that had yet to make it to the table. Just then, a whirring blur had stumbled from the table and landed right on his face. Crash blinked, almost unsure of what to do as he took a quick side step to avoid being narrowly hit and knocked down to the ground. Idly deciding he didn’t want to be in the middle of whatever just happened, he took a seat at the table and acted like nothing had happened.
Hey, at least he wasn’t advertising this boys shame and humility, right?
”Heya bros,” he waved and greeted no one and everyone at once.
╔════▄▀▄▀▄▄▀▄▀▄ ══════════════╗Height: 5 ft 4½ in ☠ Weight: 125lbs ☠ Age: 12Gryffindor Table With his HousematesGryffindor Pride ╚══════════════▄▀▄▀▄▄▀▄▀▄ ════╝
 
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Essy ze Ninja Vice Captain
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Sat Nov 02, 2013 9:43 am
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Some things we don't talk about
Rather do without
And just hold the smile
Falling in and out of love Ashamed and proud of
Together all the while
You can never say never
While we don't know when
Tobias Philemon Walsh - Halfblood Gryffindor - Second Year - Twin - [feeling: content] [thinking: everything's the same as usual] [with: Darren and Ashley] [at: Gryffindor Table]
Things were the same as usual at the Gryffindor Table, Toby reflected. That older kid Keith was fooling around, asking his stupid name question, Ronna was getting annoyed about it, people were loud, obnoxious, and wild. Just the way he liked it. He took a seat next to Darren and nodded to the firstie, who's name was Ashley. "Hey Darren. Hi, Ash, right? I'm Toby. Second year."
Younger now than we were before.
But time and time again
Younger now than we were before
Don't let me go
Don't let me go We're falling apart and coming together
Again and again
We're growing apart but we pull it together
Pull it together, together again
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Posted: Sat Nov 02, 2013 10:11 am
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  Blood Status: Muggleborn
Wand: Inflexible//13 inches//Laurel//Dragon Heartstring
Current Age: 12
Year at Hogwarts: 2nd year
Height: 5'3"
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Location: Gryffindor Table [Wearing: Uniform] Company: Gryffindors
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Oh Alex, the first year, was sorted in Gryffindor in the end. That is find of funny.
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"Crash," Ronna called from down the table some with a smile. She noticed that his robes were a bit too big for him and wondered if they didn't have his size in the second hand robe shop-she had lucked out.
"Come down here," She said with a wave. "I was just telling David about how with my brilliant budgeting I managed to score a second hand broom. It should arrive before Quidditch try outs..." She paused with a frown, "Of course I worry with all the interest in the beater position."
First of all she was more than happy to see Crash and second maybe the ghost would move on. Last year she nearly had a heart attack when Nearless Headless Nick showed up and she had known ghosts existed, at least read about them some.
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Posted: Sat Nov 02, 2013 10:22 am
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Do you really wanna be like them?
Do you really wanna be another trend?
Do you wanna be part of that crowd?
Luke sat down next to Steffi, wondering at what he might be able to do. He'd really screwed this thing up, hadn't he? It wasn't like he wanted to screw this up. Then again, he was kind of good at that. The prankster, messing up his own life like he messed up others. He looked over at Steffi, knowing that he probably couldn't make up for how he'd acted to her. "Steffi, I'm sorry. I, well, I've been a prat to you all summer. I didn't mean to be. I also know that just saying that doesn't make up for it, but...." He dropped his head into his arms, Ugh, this was terrible, wasn't it? He wasn't good at apologizing. He'd never had to before, not really. Not with the fact he'd always done what he'd wanted.
When he heard the name Borson, he looked up. Well, there was Del Rey. He'd moved in over the summer, and well, he wasn't bad for a cousin. A little eccentric, but then again, given the rest of his family, it wasn't a surprise. He clapped loudly for the younger boy when he was sorted, actually glad that Del Rey had been sorted into Hufflepuff. Well, at least that meant he didn't have to worry about pranking him now. That would have happened had Del been sorted into Gryffindor. Which probably wouldn't win him any points from him, to be sure.
 Location: Gryffindor Table
State: Feeling like mud
OOC: ...
You, don't wanna be just like youxxx
What I'm sayin' isxxxxx
This is the anthemxxxxxxx
Throw all your hands upxxxxxxxxx
You, don't wanna be youxxxxxxxxxxx |
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Posted: Sat Nov 02, 2013 10:26 am
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They said all teenagers scare the living s h i t out of me
They could care less as long as someone'll bleed
So darken your clothes or strike a violent pose
Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me
The boys and girls in the clique
The awful names that they stick
You're never gonna fit in much, kid
But if you're troubled and hurt
What you got under your shirt
Will make them pay for the things that they did
Christian Barrett
Crash
Third Year Gryffindor
”Hey Ronna,” he greeted her with a crooked smile on his lips. She was a small ways down the table, so he stood from his seat and meandered towards her and the group of discussing quidditch, where he slide into a seat next to her and propped his skateboard in his lap. ”Hey David.” He greeted now that he was with them. ”Oya? That’s cool, I hope you make it on. I was thinking about trying out for keeper this year, too, actually. Maybe I’ll get reserve, and I can see ya’ll more often.”
It’s not like he ever really counted class time, he hardly paid attention. Hell, he was usually sleeping in the back of the class, if he wasn’t chatting it up with someone. ”Try outs are in like a week, right? I hope I don’t oversleep through it.” He laughed, ruffled the back of his hair and then tried to comb it back down with his fingers.
”These sortings feel like they take longer every year, I wonder how the sixth and seventh years are feeling right about now.” Glancing around, his chocolate eyes didn’t spot too many upperclassmen, but those that were there looked ready to go. But, they were Gryffindors, it was in their nature to be impatient, right?
”Anyway, how’s the fresh meat? We get a lot of firsties? Or is Hufflepuff taking them all, again?” He blinked and darted his gaze between David and Ronna. ”Cool earrings, by the way, Batman right?” He smirked. He really should have stolen that kids DC comics when he had the chance.
╔════▄▀▄▀▄▄▀▄▀▄ ══════════════╗Height: 5 ft 4½ in ☠ Weight: 125lbs ☠ Age: 12Gryffindor Table With his HousematesGryffindor Pride ╚══════════════▄▀▄▀▄▄▀▄▀▄ ════╝
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Essy ze Ninja Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Nov 02, 2013 10:40 am
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Posted: Sat Nov 02, 2013 5:02 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 02, 2013 5:16 pm
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