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 Posted: Thu Jan 02, 2014 11:04 am
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Posted: Thu Jan 02, 2014 11:23 am
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Cinnabun Gryffie Vice Captain
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Thu Jan 02, 2014 11:39 am
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I can see, when you stay low nothing happens
Does it feel right?
Late at night, things I thought I put behind me
Haunt my mind I just know there's no escape
Once it sets its eyes on you
But I won't run, I have to stare it in the eyes
Stand my ground, I won't give in
MARINA EUGENIE ALDRED
PROUD HALFBLOOD SLYTHERIN
SIXTH YEAR PREFECT
Though this might just be the ending: Neutral | Of the life I held so dear: Things went by so fast... | I won't run: Damien | There's no turning back from here: Slytherin Table
Marina frowned a little at the speech. Everyone was acting as if nothing had happened all year, like none of the students had lost family or friends or been injured at the festival from hell... one poor first year had lost, an eye for Merlin's sake. She understood why no mention would be made. Nobody wanted to bring up horrible things on the last night of the school year. But she also understood why the crying girl Rui, she remembered her name now, leaped to her feet and started screaming her head off. She had a right to be angry. If she'd really cared for that boy as much as she claimed, of course she'd be furious that he seemed to have been completely forgotten. That didn't excuse her for cursing out the professor or the school, but everyone handled things differently. They didn't have to dedicate the whole night to sorrow and mourning. But maybe if there'd been a moment of silence for the tragedies of this year, or something, then the girl wouldn't have reacted like this. Damien went over to talk to the girl and she held her breath and strained her ears. She only heard snatches of what he said, and of course he meant well, she knew her boyfriend, but... she doubted Rui really wanted to hear any of that right now. Or maybe she did. Her head suddenly hurt and she massaged her forehead for a second with a grimace. Ugh. Well, at least someone had talked to her. The prefects wouldn't look like a bunch of impassive arses now. She hoped. She heard Darius and glanced at him as Damien sat back down beside her. "He tried, Darius. I don't think anyone can help her right now. She's furious and she has every right to be. Doesn't mean she should act the way she did... but people do stupid things when they're mourning. You're welcome to try and talk to her, though." she muttered in a low tone to make sure no one else heard her. Rui was lucky no one had taken points, and she'd probably get in trouble with the professor..but whatever she'd wanted to get across, well, she'd succeeded.
A hero is one who knows how to hang on just one minute longer
No more denying, I've got to face it
Won't close my eyes and hide the truth inside
If I don't make it, someone else will
Stand my ground It's all around, getting stronger
Coming closer, into my world
I can feel that it's time for me to face it
Can I take it?
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Posted: Thu Jan 02, 2014 11:39 am
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Cinnabun Gryffie Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Jan 02, 2014 11:47 am
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Posted: Thu Jan 02, 2014 12:07 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 02, 2014 1:35 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 04, 2014 3:42 pm
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Cinnabun Gryffie Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Jan 04, 2014 4:11 pm
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"Without your mask,
You can't find yourself.
What you confuse,
for glory's fire.
Is fire from the tongues of liars."
Claire watched Josh for a bit before resuming eating her soup, she really out to have a dessert...but Claire wasn't the biggest fan of sweets, chocolate especially. So Claire took a cauldron cake and bit into it, grimacing some...the sweetness was so off-putting, "Loonier?" Claire wouldn't exactly call herself...sane, but she definably wasn't a loony, "Funny, thought the same thing about you." She teased a bit, before returning to her cauldron cake, "...Hey. What do you plan to be in the future?"
It was an out of the blue question for sure, and it wasn't like Claire was so interested in Josh. Nope...At least that's what she told herself, after all...Lying was her favorite trait.
My feelings? I'm amused you know?
Precious thought of mine, "I wonder..."
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: Fri Jan 31, 2014 4:03 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 ___________ Thirteen Years Old
Third Year
☭
He’d been of the earlier students. Dimi managed to snake his way through the throng at the station easily and slipped into the first carriage he saw, and while others decidedly congregated, his carriage had finally begun its trek. After that, it hadn’t taken long to pass the grassy thredshold up to the castle doors and then wind around the corners of the high walls until the open double doors crossed his view. His seat at the Slytherin table was considerably further away from the professors, and yet mildly near enough the center of the table where the deepest of the snake pit was. He lingered just outside the trenches and waited.
This year would be the last year, he had to remind himself. He had one last year and then he was free to do as he pleased while within these school walls. Of course, he hadn’t really expected to have to take muggle studies classes for the next four years, but, he’d need it. He wished there were other ways he could get his OWL’s and NEWT’S. Can’t he just stay home and chunk galleon after galleon until he’s old enough to take the tests??
We’re never who we say we are. 162cm (5’3”) and 45kg (98lbs) //Translations://
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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Posted: Fri Jan 31, 2014 10:33 pm
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Taking off the hat, the peppy blonde bounded off to the Slytherin table. Well, she hadn't expected that! Personality-wise, anyhow. It was sort of fitting, though, being a Parsie and all. She couldn't remember which houses her brothers had been in, but she thought she might be the only snake in the family.
Oh, well! It wasn't like she wasn't one already.
Making her way down into a seat, the Romellier propped her chin on her fists, settling down to watch the Sorting go on. The boy with the cat-- Wren! She remembered, since it was a bird. If only her name were something as cool, honestly-- shot her a thumbs up as he walked to his table. That was nice, she thought with a grin, giving a small wave back and a thumbs up as well. Sy was a Hufflepuff, wasn't he? Her brother had said something about it being a well house, so that was nice too. She'd heard the things about Slytherin, but the blonde didn't really care. She liked people, that was that!
h o w d o y o u d o t h e r e?- - -
p a r s e l m o u t h
s l y t h t a b l e s ✖ a l o n e ✖h e l l o , w o r l d !✖ e x c i t e d ✖s i n g l e ✖
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Posted: Fri Jan 31, 2014 11:13 pm
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 Damien is...spacespacespacespace CURRENTLY // Looking Scholarly at the Slytherin Tablespace
CURRENTLY // loving Marina Aldredspaces
CURRENTLY WITH // Marina, Housematesspacesp
CURRENTLY FEELING // Tiredspacespa
CURRENTLY THINKING // 'Might as well wait until the Sorting's over to try and approach the first years...' spacespac ∳ ∳ ∳ The strands in your eyes that color them wonderful stop me and steal my breath.
And emeralds from mountains thrust towards the sky, never revealing their depth. ∳ ∳ ∳ ═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════
spaceDamien had taken a seat towards the middle of the Slytherin table to ensure that he was in the optimal position to keep an eye out. First years seemed to have developed a habit of starting trouble, after all, particularly in his own house. He supposed, watching as a few of the new students made their way to his table, that he should be introducing himself, making some sort of speech... but if he did it now, he'd just have to repeat it over and over, repeating it each time another student was sorted into Slytherin. Better to wait... right. It wasn't just that he didn't feel like being Head Boy or Prefect or anything. Not that he didn't want to deal with first years and their obnoxious posturing... and if the last seven years had taught him anything, there would be posturing. Children of pureblood families, all seated at the table of snakes, hissing at one another as if to prove that they were worthy of the noble house. Playacting as though they were as powerful as their names said they should be. Trying to instill fear and respect in their fellow students... Damien could barely keep from rolling his eyes at the very thought. What was it with these kids, anyway? They always thought the world revolved around them, that their blood made them better than everyone else... even though, at one point, he'd been that kid, he couldn't say that he understood how they could think that way. It had been so long since he'd cut away that part of himself that he found it impossible to even try to get into that mindframe... how things could change.
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∳ ∳ ∳ I'll be your crying shoulder, I'll be love's suicide
I'll be better when I'm older, I'll be the greatest fan of your life. ∳ ∳ ∳
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Posted: Sat Feb 01, 2014 9:08 am
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Posted: Sat Feb 01, 2014 11:29 am
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