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Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2012 9:08 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2012 2:21 am
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2012 8:40 am
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2012 11:27 am
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2012 3:18 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2012 4:52 pm
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☆★Λɾαѵɨʂ ЯΦʂεɳʈђα☆★ ☆★☆★Sixth Year☆★☆★ ☆★☆★☆★Gryffindor Prefect☆★☆★☆★
Aravis had a strange feeling about this year. It wasn't just because she was now in N.E.W.T. level classes, or because Will would be graduating at the end of the year. No, that wasn't it. It was something intangible, something that she felt in her heart when she looked at the Muggle couple that she had called her parents since the incident with her father and the dragon. However, there were other things to think about at the moment. Those things could all wait until after the Sorting Ceremony.
The prefect heard a familiar voice say something about someone getting in trouble. "You're one to talk about getting into trouble Will," she said as she stood outside the cabin, a smirk on her face, before turning to the boy who called Seren a mudblood. "And you sir, better apologize to her, and make sure I don't catch you calling anyone that again. I've got friends in her house, and I've heard she's quite the witch." Aravis hated having to play the part of prefect so soon after getting on the train.
〖An idea that is not dangerous is unworthy of being called an idea at all.〗
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2012 5:46 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2012 6:07 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2012 6:41 pm
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Essy ze Ninja Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2012 6:57 pm
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Slip out the back before they know you were there
and at the worst you'll see nobody cares, you don't want to be around when it all goes down...
William Dante Nott the Third
Fourth Year, Slytherin
One of the last to board the train, William Dante Nott the Third pivoted on his heel to face the glossy reflection of his father through the windowpane of the train. The elder man stood there, hand outstretched and a forlorn smile a beacon of hope and light to any who might see him, but not to Tay. The boy turned on his heel again to face the train, most of its patrons immediately shuffling away, making themselves scarce to flee the might of his fury. He had barely grown over the summer, though a considerable amount compared to his last three years at Hogwarts Castle. Several inches over the five foot, Tay donned new robes this year, embellishing the proud emblem of the English Bullmastiff within the buttons, and the inner layer of fabric that lined his black robes trimmed with the almighty green and silver.
As he approached, he donned a simple, placid smile. He acknowledged students he ordinarily never would have, admonishing a simple smile and wave, or an exceptional greeting of warm welcome for the new school year. And, everywhere he went, he carried a gift. Whether it be sugar quills, Bertie Botts Every Flavor Bean, decoy detonators, extendable ears, antigravity hats, or punching telescopes to indulge the mass of growing first and second years.
His fingers curled around the compartment’s sliding door, the very last on the left, which had been the noted destination for the amassed (and still amassing) army. Trinity was already there, and as he slipped inside, he delivered a casual welcome to unknown members behind him before shutting the door.
The iron wrought mask embossed with porcelain engraving had finally fallen, giving away the lackluster and callous sense of pride that he had now that he was alone with Trinity. That sense of worth where everyone meant nothing to him. ”Trinity,” he greeted her, less kindly than the rest. After all, he hadn’t forgotten the awkward exchange of words between she, and her King. Having been secluded to his household without guests, and training for the fencing competition that he had placed fifth in, he had barely the time of day to take worthy notice of those who would be his allies. He had known all along who Roi had hoped, and had always planned to envelope. But did she?
”Looking lovely as ever,” he respectfully noted. ”I hope your summer went well, I brought you a gift.” He divulged, a hand digging into the pocket of his trousers and retrieving a small, black box. ”It’s goblin’s silver, forged from dragon fire. Supposedly, it’s said to be able to enchant the wearer to be more—er—charismatic, and charming, even to the people who don’t like you.
“Who knows, might need it one day.”
Concealed within the small box of velvet lining, an intricate link of silver chain nearly glowed with auspicious entity. The necklace was simple, and delicate, made of light weight, indestructible goblin's silver. In the center, a grand pearl demanded the immediate attention of any who set eyes upon it.
╔══════════════╗ Location: Hogwarts Train Injuries: Mood: Placid ╚══════════════╝
..even heroes know when to be scared.
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2012 7:25 pm
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Essy ze Ninja Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2012 7:53 pm
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Slip out the back before they know you were there
and at the worst you'll see nobody cares, you don't want to be around when it all goes down...
William Dante Nott the Third
Fourth Year, Slytherin
Venom, it hadn’t fallen on deaf ears, or blind eyes. He knew the taste of poison in his mouth, and he knew it well, almost as well as the bitter salt and copper of blood dancing on his tongue. Hmph, he sneered indignantly, narrowing his eyes by a fraction as her words barely beat away the thick layer of dust that coated his guilt, and sympathies. Only a begrudged shrug had penetrated past his rage and leaked through to the surface for all to see.
”Oh, yes, for sure.” He agreed, humming as he nodded his head and tapping a long finger to his chin, glancing to the door only to watch as the statuesque Gryffindor entered. ”Pathetic, indeed.
“Tell me, is your mother still whoring herself around to any man who catches her fancy? And that father of yours, never made much of an accomplished name for himself did he? Well- other than giving birth to you- I suppose.
“If you’d call that an accomplishment. Any fool can make a child, I’m sure you father wish he had discovered that soon enough.” He prattled on, resisting every overwhelming urge suffocating him now.
Glancing over as her fingers gingerly caressed the priceless jewel, Tay callously called to her, inquisitively, as if his last statement hadn’t even be said.
”So do you like it?”
[[[Going off of the vague description of the Wood family; let me know if I need to change anything.]]]
╔══════════════╗ Location: Hogwarts Express Injuries: Mood: Placid ╚══════════════╝
..even heroes know when to be scared.
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