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Keep Calm I am The Doctor
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Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2011 3:39 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2011 3:49 pm
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Keep Calm I am The Doctor
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Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2011 3:52 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2011 3:58 pm
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((EDITTED))
As Daemon responded, Nott nodded along. "I'm not sure if that is it or not. I've probably heard of her from my parents. My mother is a Potion's maker and my father repairs and crafts enchanted objects."
He was quickly deciding that he really liked the older boy. There was a sense of distinguished suave about him that Nott envied. This little exchange reminded him of his mother speaking of how Hogwarts would not only further his educate him, but to network him with other young wizards and their families. Something that would no doubt come in handy in the future.
Like a cloud passing over the sun and then light returning to the world, the anger seemed to slip off of SaLevera Sykes face. She was actually quite pretty when she didn't look like she wanted to stab you with her fork and seemed rather polite. Though Nott wasn't about to let his guard down around her just yet.
While the upperclassman seemed to use the formal when dealing with the lower, and Nott was perfectly agreeable to honor that, he saw no reason that his fellow classmates should have to. "Just Nott is fine. I respect the honor and dignity that everyone treats each other with," he said hoping that the upperclass would not think he was disrespectful. "but I'm really a simple bloke."
It wasn't the first time in his life that he had said it, but it was the first time it didn't feel totally true. He was still laid back and relaxed, but being here, in Slytherin, gave him a greater respect for his family, well his mother's family's, sense of tradition. Perhaps 'simple' was for boys, perhaps it was time that he began acting like a man.
But these were awfully deep thoughts to have over dinner. Nott glanced regretably over his shoulder to a first year at the Ravenclaw table. Things definitely didn't turn out as he thought tonight, but he trusted that all would work itself out. With that in mind he poured a hefty glass of pumpkin juice, he was feeling absolutely parched.
Looking back to his fellow Slytherin first year, "And what name do you prefer to go by? Don't get me wrong, SaLevera is very beautiful and unique. But is it your preferred moniker?"
He was just about to take a drink of juice when he heard a shriek, splatter and thump all in quick succession. Looking around just quick enough to see Daemon snatching a very strange crab off of another first year as the poor girl had fainted. Nott jumped up and rushed to the girl's side. Propping up her head, he patted her cheek. He didn't know this girl yet, but remembered seeing her on the boats. Looking up at Miss Sykes he asked, "Do you know her name?"
Looking back he patted her cheek again gently. "Hello? It's okay." He looked up to Daemon. "Should we take her to the hospital wing?" She had only fainted but he didn't know how hard she had hit her head when she fell.
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Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2011 4:36 pm
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Keep Calm I am The Doctor
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Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2011 4:38 pm
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Keep Calm I am The Doctor
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Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2011 7:45 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2011 4:16 pm
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❁ ℭosette 𝔄urelie 𝔓rewitt ❁ ☾ Member of Slytherin ☽
You shadow of forgotten dreams
You come to take away
My hope on your b l a c k wings...
Cosette smiled when the blue-haired boy spoke, nodding hello. "You're welcome. I am Cosette Prewitt."
As the argument between Daemon and the new girl escalated, Cosette opened her mouth to scold him, when Charon intervened, causing her to smile again at his comment. Her smiled quickly vanished when something leaped across the table. She shrieked, jumping up and grabbing her dolls, holding them closely. "Wh-what on earth?!" she cried as Daemon threw whatever it was into a box. She noticed the fainted First-year with alarm, and watched Daemon open the box again.
A flying crab exited it. Watching as Daemon, Nott, and the crab brought Mariella out of the room with wide eyes, she dimly thought, 'So this would be Bob...?' Once they were gone, she shakily sat again, not releasing her tight grip on the dolls, murmuring, "Every year...always the Welcome Feast... Ah, forgive my outburst," she told the others, blushing, "I-I was afraid that...thing would harm Elise or Helene..." She hugged the dolls closer.
She looked up at SaLevera. "I think we have to wait for a Prefect or our head of house...I don't know the new password..."
((There is a new password, right?))
Come and come to me, R a v e n h e a r t
Messenger of e v i l
Come to me. What's the news?
Here I'm still left l o n e l y...
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2011 5:49 pm
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Malady listened as the boy beside her introdeced himself; then another boy arrived and introduced himself; and then a girl arrived and introduced herself. Malady was...overwhelmed. This had been her first encounter with people her own age. She knew that it would be...startling but this was chaotic. After the introductions, Ms. Sykes and Mr. SaDiablo began to spat like a married couple (as far as Malady knew of married couples) and seemed to be on the verge of inducing the WoC (Wrath of Cosette). Only, Mr. SaDiablo's Crab ( of a new creation), scared the conciousness out of Ms. Cross, ending the heated arguement. Malady sat silently, absorbing this. It was utterly disorienting to be surrounded by so many people that intermingled in a way so different from her parents. Maybe, she mused, I shouldn't put so much stock in my parents. I am no longer bound by them. They're dead. I don't have to live the way they taught me. ...Then how do I live? She frowned. This would take some thought. Malady, having forgot herself, introduced herself to the new arrivals, then added, as an after thought " I do hope Ms.Cross will be alright."
(( I am having trouble indenting and my Tab key isn't cooperating.))
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2011 5:51 pm
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Murasaki Hizawa - 1st Year Slytherin"Will you die for the ones you love? Will you kill for them?"_________________ The boy watched as Daemon and Levera's argument became heated, only ending because of Charon's intervention. His attention started to drift though, and, pretty soon, he was back to watching the Sorting and observing that another student went to Hufflepuff. It was only when he heard something hit the ground did his attention return back to the Feast.
The first-year girl, Mirie-...Marie....-- the boy frowned at his inability to remember, was -- was now on the floor, a strange "crab" seemingly the cause. While the other three were in varying states of panic, Mura tilted his head towards Cosette whose body posture screamed terror. Her explanation, however, was something that Mura understood completely...perhaps wholeheartedly.
Though the boy was almost expressionless, his simple nods conveyed the strength of his understanding towards Cosette: if his Alice was ever harmed...he would not be happy at all, and the person who harmed her will be even unhappier.
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