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 Posted: Sun Nov 03, 2013 8:07 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 04, 2013 3:08 pm
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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
His smile lingered while warm chocolate eyes stared into Ronna’s for those short moments she spoke, but then the conversation shifted and he found himself forcing out a fake cough before he glanced away and ruffled the back of his hair, nervous. He tried to shake it off, and distracted himself the best way he knew how. The others were speaking, he probably should’ve been paying attention to them, but his calloused fingers spun the wheels of his skateboard that rested on his lap, over and over again. Vroooom, vroom, vrooooom; the wheels rolled on.
In the distance, he thought he heard the uncanny, growling voice of Steffi. He blinked, craned his neck around past several students to try and spot them from down the table. It was hard to see their faces, so many people blocked their view. But he couldn’t make out a single word she was saying, a grim line settled on his lips. Miranda joined, and he blinked again, his attention diverted towards her and he smiled genuinely when their eyes locked. A commotion down the table stole his short attention span and fell upon several students, until it was stolen again by a paper airplane that landed somewhere in the middle of the table. He blinked, and his thoughts drifted to skateboarding, popping wheelies and grinding on the castle stair steps, and then to bungee jumping off of the astronomy tower. He chuckled to himself, oblivious.
Finally, he felt a moment of silence. He glanced back at David, Ronna, and Miranda in turn. Had they asked him something? Were they waiting for something? Or—maybe they were thinking? Relishing in a happy thought? ”Uuhhh…. What?” He blinked, obvious confusion distorted his facial features.
╔════▄▀▄▀▄▄▀▄▀▄ ══════════════╗Height: 5 ft 4½ in ☠ Weight: 125lbs ☠ Age: 12Gryffindor Table with Ronna, David, MirandaGryffindor Pride ╚══════════════▄▀▄▀▄▄▀▄▀▄ ════╝
 
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Essy ze Ninja Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Nov 04, 2013 4:35 pm
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 ＭＩＲＡＮＤＡxx ＦＡＵＳＴ
2ᴺᴰ ʏᴇᴀʀxx☿xx ɢʀʏғғɪɴᴅᴏʀ
ɪ ᴀsᴋ ʜᴇʀ ωʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ωᴇ ɢᴏɪɴɢxxxx
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxѕнє ѕαι∂ ωє'νє ÁŔŔĨVĔĎ ωιтнσυт кησωιηg
ᶤ ᵍᵒᵗ ᶰᵒʷʰᵉʳᵉ ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ᶤ ᶜᵃᶰ ᵗᵘʳᶰxxxxxxxxxx
ı тακε мч cнαпcεƨ ı ɔσп'т cαяε ıғ ı ƁƲƦƝxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxᵒᶰ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᶠʳᵉᵉʷᵃʸ ᶤ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ ˢᵖᵉᶰᵈ ᵐʸ ᵈᵃʸˢ
ı ƬΛҠƐ MY ƇĤΛИƇƐS ı мαч пενεя яεтυяп, cσмε вαcκ αɢαıп
xxxxxxＡttire: [x] xxxxＭood: High-Spirited xxＬocation: Gryffindor Table Ｃompanions: Ronna, David, Crash, and the rest of the Gryffindors
Miranda grinned at Ronna's statement, eyeing the staff table momentarily as she spoke. "I'd kill for a cup of coffee..." She said jokingly, as if her words would carry on to the staff table and somehow in -turn affect the food output in the kitchens. "It'd keep me awake all through the night though.. wouldn't want to miss all my classes on the first day." She added, turning back to Ronna and the rest of the Gryffindors.
At the news of Ronna visiting London, the girl perked up. "Oh? Did you enjoy it in London? It's always over crowded in the summer months, the streets are full of tourists. I actually didn't even spend much time in London myself, in 'celebration' of completing my first year at a school abroad my parents dragged me on a vacation through Italy and Greece... I wanted to claw my eyes out." She told Ronna, rolling her eyes and shuddering at the memories. "Don't get me wrong, the place was superb, but if you ever meet my parents..."
Miranda sighed in sheer annoyance before easing up a little. "I guess I shouldn't be complaining though, I had fun nonetheless. I read a bunch during the whole trip, so hopefully I'll be prepared for this year... but enough about me. What kind of broom did you get? Are you excited for Quidditch this year? I'm definitely going to try and attend at least one of the matches before the end of the season."
At Crash's confusion, Miranda couldn't help but to laugh. "Oh, Crash.." The girl tutted, shaking her head. "The duelling club actually sounds like a great idea... I would have joined last year, but there was that year restriction. This year for sure though.." She added, looking from Ronna to Crash as she spoke. "I mean, we've got magic now, why not learn to fight people and things with it? I won't have to get my hands dirty." She half-joked, chuckling.
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Posted: Mon Nov 04, 2013 9:00 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 04, 2013 9:54 pm
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Robin 'Theo' Gibbs
Eleven year old Football Prodigy
House: Gryffindor{|}Football Club: TBA{|}Mood: TBA
Robin looked at her, not expecting the question at all. But he would answer it. "The honest truth, I don't remember much about my father. I was extremely young, but he was a wizard. And I do remember the words he said to me before he left me on the orphanage steps. He told me 'I'll be back for you when you are ready'. But I really have no idea when that may be. And I have no idea what he was talking about, but I guess I'll play it by ear," he said to her, chuckling a bit. He was comfortable witht talking about his past. It really wasn't much to him anymore. He had a new life now so he let bygones be bygones. He decided to make more conversation.
"You have a very nice name. So where are you from?" he asked her, smiling a bit, occasionally looking back at the sorting waiting for the last one's to be sorted. This was a very nice place. He couldn't wait for the food he has heard so much about though.
I hated every minute of training, but I said, 'Don't quit. Suffer now and live the rest of your life as a champion.
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Posted: Tue Nov 05, 2013 1:02 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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And Crash is spacing out...
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"A used Cleansweap 11," Ronna said. "I bought it without telling my Dad so I was on a budget. Well, I mean I'm always on a hair of a budget but not as bad as I was this year trying to get all my school stuff and a decent broom. I like the broom. Anyways, it's good I didn't look you up then since you weren't in town anyways."
"And yeah, I'm trying to get at least a reserve spot for beater again on the Quidditch team this year but a lot of people are trying out so I don't know my odds..." She wrinkled her nose and turned her attention to Crash.
"Crash," Ronna said, "I said we could get David to wake you up for Quidditch try-outs... I suppose I could wake you up since there isn't a ban for girls going into the boys dormitories but that would be..." She turned bright red. "Yeah, we'll um get David to get you up if you want."
Recovering she added, "And I said I'm joining the dueling club this year so even if I don't make the team I won't be that hard to find. Honestly pay attention more."
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Cinnabun Gryffie Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Nov 05, 2013 9:49 am
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Never win first φɬɐȼȩ
I don't support the τэӑϻ
I can't take ɖɩяɇҁҭῑσὴ
and my socks are ȵεѵȅɍ clean
Everyday I fight a war against the mirror
I can't take the person starin' back at me
I'm a Ӈӑʑᾀȓδ Ϯɸ Ӎɣϛҽɭʄ
Remy sighed lightly, feeling more and more awful as she heard the voices around her. The word that she kept hearing was Quidditch. Was that all anyone could say?! The young adult dropped her head into her hands, rubbing her temples to try and calm herself. Somewhere in the mix, she heard Elli's voice, so full of pride as she declared her captaincy. Sure, Remy had wanted her to take over the team, but not like this! The werewolf cursed her sensitive hearing, slamming her eyes shut and gritting her teeth, as though the words were silver edged knives assaulting her head. After a few minutes, she sat straight, trying to look calm. Though, anyone could see that her eyes held the sheen of unfallen tears, that her smile was rather forced, and that her posture had slumped. At this point, she could only hope no one wanted to talk about the subject. Remy had just gotten happy.... she didn't need this!
Don't let me get me
I'm my own ϣѳɹʂț еȵɘϻӱ
Đόɳ'τ ʍαɴπӓ ϐѯ my friend no more
I wanna be somebody else Teachers ʛяɑɗəȡ me
My parents ҕᾅҭӭɖ me
I was always in a ϝῗɠђҭ
cuz I can't do ήӫȶӈȉᾐ' right |
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Posted: Tue Nov 05, 2013 2:10 pm
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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
Fingers drummed on the wooden table top, chocolate brown eyes fixed on Miranda while she spoke. He blinked and laughed; could he really be blamed for getting so distracted? Well… maybe. But he wasn’t much too concerned about it, as if he was ever too concerned about anything—and maybe that was the problem. ”Dueling Club, huh? I checked it out one year, it looked pretty cool.” Or at least, he assumed. He was skateboarding through the castle halls when he spotted the meeting around the clock tower courtyard.
He glanced sideways at Ronna, a small laugh still echoing in his throat. It wasn’t until that the blonde had started to speak, and, was that a blush on her cheeks? He stuttered and blinked, obviously confused (and about what, he wasn’t sure, but something certainly felt awkward!) ”Uhhh..” He blinked again but she was already changing the subject right back to dueling; she chastised him and he smiled. ”Right—heh—sorry.” His grin widened and it spread into a simple laugh. She was cute when she was flustered, and he almost wondered what she was like angry. Probably still cute, then, too. He laughed again, turning away.
”Man, I’m starving, I wonder when the sorting’ll be through, I wish I’d gotten some candy from the trolley on the train.” He sighed and shrugged, he would have had to steal it, but, there were so many people around to even try. ”Did ya'll get any?” He inquired, hopeful.
╔════▄▀▄▀▄▄▀▄▀▄ ══════════════╗Height: 5 ft 4½ in ☠ Weight: 125lbs ☠ Age: 12Gryffindor Table with Ronna, David, MirandaGryffindor Pride ╚══════════════▄▀▄▀▄▄▀▄▀▄ ════╝
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Essy ze Ninja Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Nov 05, 2013 3:46 pm
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Posted: Tue Nov 05, 2013 6:13 pm
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Alexandria narrowed her eyes onto the empty plate in front of her. That must suck, she thought, imagining how awful it would have been if her dad left her after her parents' divorce, and she didn't remember much about him. Dark eyes flicked back up at the boy when he quoted his father. I'll be back for you when you are ready? she repeated in her head, cocking an eyebrow. Now, she was really curious about this kid. What did his father mean by when he was ready? "You haven't seen him since then?" she asked. The girl was surprised by how honest and comfortable Robin - er, Theo was being with her. After all, they were strangers only a moment ago. A small smile spread to Alexandria's lips when Theo commented on her name. "Thanks. I'm from England," she said. Her whole family was from England, but several generations ago led to her family being complete latinos and latinas.
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: Tue Nov 05, 2013 10:31 pm
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Robin 'Theo' Gibbs
Eleven year old Football Prodigy
House: Gryffindor{|}Football Club: TBA{|}Mood: TBA
"Nope, I haven't seen the man since then. I am not too hopeful either. I really don't want to see him very much. I mean, how can you leave a little kid at the orphanage like that. He successfully ruined the first six years of my life, but really, I am fine now. Really...and quite frankly, if it wasn't for that, I wouldn't be signing with a football youth academy this summer. My adopted parents are honestly the nicest people I've ever met. And they make sure I am taken care of. It is nice...to go from such a lowly place to such a highly regarded place," he said to her, letting silence get back into the conversation. He wanted it to stop. So he would engage her with another question.
"That's really enough about me. I don't think you were expecting me to tell my whole life story like this. Rather self centered on my part if I have to say so myself. So, tell me about you now? Because I'm sure you are just about tired of hearing about me," he said, laughing a bit. He did go off on a rant about his life. He was honestly talking to himself, reminding himself of the bad times. He couldn't go back there. And he was going to stop at nothing to prevent from going back to that rodent and bug infested place.
I hated every minute of training, but I said, 'Don't quit. Suffer now and live the rest of your life as a champion.
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Posted: Wed Nov 06, 2013 4:57 pm
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Cinnabun Gryffie Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Nov 06, 2013 5:10 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 06, 2013 6:11 pm
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Cinnabun Gryffie Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Nov 06, 2013 6:21 pm
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