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Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2012 3:46 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2012 3:59 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2012 4:34 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2012 4:45 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2012 4:52 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2012 6:15 am
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Don't wake me 'cause I'm dreaming of angels on the moon
Newlyn Tara Vass, Blood Traitor, Hufflepuff First Year
Wearing Mood: Envious Thoughts: I wish I was a middle child... With: Jayden Location: Covered Bridge Newlyn stared up at him enviously for a moment and then laughed. "Sorry. I just would give anything to be the middle child. I'm the oldest," she explained. "My sister Elsie is seven and my sister Morven is five." She really did wish she wasn't the oldest. Her sisters were dependent on her, they always had been, and she always had to be the responsible one, the adult, the leader who made all the decisions. All she could do was hope she wasn't completely messing up her little sisters. Her father was no help, always critical, cold eyes saying without words that she would never measure up to the woman her mother had been, she would never amount to anything in his eyes. If she had ever let him get to her, she would be insane from all the pressure. Hating him seemed to alleviate some of it. She looked up at the overcast sky the sun was hiding behind, and then back at Jayden. "You're on the quidditch team, right? Which position?" She shoved her hands into her jacket pockets to warm them, but they would have been equally as warm if he was holding them- No. She couldn't let her childish fantasies get too big. Maybe he was just interested in being purely platonic friends, there were plenty of pretty fourth year girls... She tried not to dwell on that and smiled softly at him, waiting for an answer.
"Responsibility is the price of freedom."
Where everyone you know never leaves too soon
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2012 7:44 am
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2012 7:57 am
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Don't wake me 'cause I'm dreaming of angels on the moon
Newlyn Tara Vass, Blood Traitor, Hufflepuff First Year
Wearing Mood: Worried Thoughts: I hope he's not cold... With: Jayden Location: Covered Bridge
"I wouldn't mind," she mumbled, thinking of Elsie, the middle child in her family, who was impossible for anyone to forget. Her blue eyes widened slightly when he gave her his jacket. She hadn't been expecting that. Granted, her own jacket was barely a jacket, a thin hoodie actually. She slipped her arms into the sleeves and had to stifle a laugh, she was only just taller than five feet; it was very long on her. It was warm, however, and it smelled good. "You're sure you won't be cold?" she asked worriedly, motherly instincts kicking in. "Captain? That's impressive. You must have worked really hard. I saw your team's squabble during the feast. I think you did a good job handling it, despite what anyone else might think." she said quietly.
"Responsibility is the price of freedom."
Where everyone you know never leaves too soon
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2012 10:08 am
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2012 10:28 am
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2012 11:37 am
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Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2013 6:11 pm
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Cinnabun Gryffie Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2013 7:12 pm
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Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2013 8:14 pm
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Cinnabun Gryffie Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2013 10:58 pm
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