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Oliver Davis
Slytherin - Third Year - Thirteen Years Old - Reserve Chaser - Pureblood
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Oliver had the best time with Ivar and Arnie and her famjam in Italy this past summer (and he discovered a newfound love for bracelets), but that prevented him from sending many letters back and forth between himself and Reyna. As soon as the blond made his way through the brick wall, he began searching the platform for his housemate – or really any of his friends. After a couple minutes of wandering through the crowd, his eyes fell onto Tiernan, who had been sitting alone with her snake. Although they weren’t friends and Ollie would’ve been happy enough ignoring her, he could’ve sworn she had looked up and made eye contact with him. Now, she knew that he saw her. How awkward would it be to ignore her? Probably very, especially if their mutual friends made them in the same compartment during the train ride all the way to Hogsmeade. “Your sisters ditch you or somethin’?” he asked, approaching the Ravenclaw girl slowly. Maybe she’d want to be alone or maybe she’d straight up be a royal arse. Either of those things would make the situation less uncomfortable than if they were to make small talk until their friends showed up, and at least that way, he could say he still put in the effort to be nice to her.
((OOC: outfit in left picture))
I don't quite understand a manicure
But you're the only friend I'd take a shower for ♫
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Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2016 9:23 pm
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xxxPlatform
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xxxxxxxxxGia, Dris, Peter
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ι ω α к є υ ρ єνєяу є ν є и ι и g ωιтн α вιg ѕ м ι ℓ є σи му f α ¢ є xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
αи∂ ιт и є ν є я fєєℓѕ σ υ т σf ρ ℓ α ¢ є xxxxxxxxxxxx
αи∂ уσυ'яє ѕтιℓℓ ρяσвαвℓу ω σ я к ι и g αт α 9 тσ 5 ρ α ¢ є xxxxxxxxx
ι ω σ и ∂ є я нσω вα∂ тнαт т α ѕ т є ѕ xxxxxx
ωнєи уσυ ѕ є є му f α ¢ є ι нσρє ιт g ι ν є ѕ уσυ н є ℓ ℓ xxx
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spaceLori had barely started towards the train when she heard the familiar voice of her best friend ringing out across the platform. The brunette stopped in her tracks, only catching a snippet of what was being said, but it was enough. She heaved a sigh far too world-weary for a seventeen year old girl, frowned, and started towards Gia with an annoyed expression. She stopped when she reached the group, arching a brow and crossing her arms. "Alright, what's this?" she asked, already way past done with the situation. The year hadn't even started yet, first of all, she shouldn't be having to act on her Head Girl duties. Second of all, why, oh why, was it Gia of all people she was having to step in because of? She assumed that there had been a situation prior, of course, but Gia's voice was the one she'd heard, telling off a... second year? Was that what was happening?
spaceShe glanced between the two boys; unfortunately, the older one was from Ravenclaw, and she didn't tend to pay much attention to the other houses. Until this year, it hadn't been her responsibility. But, she was Head Girl now, so that was out the window... Though, if she were being honest, she'd have stepped in anyway. Even without Gia's involvement. "Gia, I can only assume you have an excellent reason for speaking to a pair of pre-teens," she emphasized the boy's ages with a hiss, "like you were raised in a back alley and they tried to mug you on a bad night. So I'm going to be nice and not dole out punishment to a seventh year. Please, find Carver and get on the train." She narrowed her eyes, and whispered, "You're lucky you're my best friend."
spaceShe turned to the two boys them, trying her best to look intimidating but not... scary? She didn't think she really was scary, but people had told her otherwise. "Robotic" was a word that'd been used. As well as "Uncanny Valley," which didn't even make sense! She was a person, she couldn't look like she was from the Uncanny Valley! Brow still raised, arms still crossed, the fingers of her right hand tapped against her left arm. "Care to explain what I just walked into?" she asked, aiming the question at the older boy. She doubted very highly if Gia would've stepped in and told the younger boy off for insulting the older boy; more like she would've snickered at a second year getting told off by a kid. Which meant the Ravenclaw had to've been at fault. The question was, what the hell had he done to get Gia's attention? She wasn't made prefect for a reason, after all... Maybe being an older sister had warped her brain.
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xxx иσω уσυ'ℓℓ и є ν є я ѕ є є ωнαт уσυ'νє ∂ σ и є тσ м є
xxxxxx уσυ ¢αи т α к є в α ¢ к уσυя м є м σ я ι є ѕ, тнєу'яє и σ g σ σ ∂ тσ мє
xxxxxxxxx αи∂ н є я є ' ѕ αℓℓ уσυя ℓ ι є ѕ, уσυ ¢αи ℓ σ σ к мє ιи тнє є у є ѕ
xxxxxxxxxxxx ωιтн тнαт ѕ α ∂, ѕ α ∂ ℓσσк тнαт уσυ ω є α я ѕσ ω є ℓ ℓ
 xx» ╳ ♥ ╳ «xxxx» oυт oғ cнaracтer «xxspeak now
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Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2016 9:54 pm
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ι'м м e - мe в e - godd a м n - ι a м xxxxxxxxxxxx
ι c a n - ѕιng a n d - нear м e - ĸnow м e xxxxxxxxx
ιғ yoυ w a n т тo deѕтroy мy ѕ w e a т e r xxxxxx
jυѕт p υ l l тнιѕ т н r e a d aѕ ι walĸ a w a y xxx
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spaceColin almost didn't want to go to school; or, rather, he didn't want to get on the train. He knew, on some level, that he was being ridiculous, but that level was very, very low, like, buried so deep below the surface you'd never reach it. Apeture labs were easier to access than the place where his voice of reason currently resided. The ground-and-above level voices, of course, were all various forms of anxiety and low self-esteem. His mother wanted him to see a shrink, which he thought was a big excessive. He didn't have real problems, he was just being stupid. All he had to do was stop being stupid. How hard could it be? Except the answer was apparently 'akin to climbing Mt. Everest with no equipment, no help, and probably naked,' because that's sort of what he felt like he was doing whenever he tried to talk some sense into himself.
spaceHe didn't get why everyone put up with him; he was boring, for one. He droned on and on and on about things none of them really cared about or understood, and he didn't have the energy or social skills to do anything that was actually fun. Top off the fact that his social stunting meant he was never there to be a proper friend when they needed one, and they were all probably better off just leaving him be. Or, well. Not all of them. Brandon and him, they'd stuck together through everything, and he knew that the Gryffindor felt some of the same insecurity he did. To what extent, he had no clue, but they definitely both had a case of invisible boy syndrome. The twins were a welcome break from everything, and he didn't think he'd done anything to screw up their friendship yet. It was only a matter of time, he figured, but until then...
spaceAnd there was Leon, he guessed? Honestly, Colin still had no clue what was up with that. But, far be it from him to complain... Especially right now, when he needed to avoid Caty and Aimee, and Di. He swore it was for their own good; he'd been a bad friend, they felt guilty about it because they thought they'd screwed up, when they hadn't. They'd all been dealing with their own issues, it wasn't fair of him to expect anything from them. The fact that they knew how much it'd upset him was proof that he hadn't been a good friend. If he'd been a good friend, they never would have known. They shouldn't have to feel guilty for anything. But they did, and it was a desire to make it very obvious that it was his fault, not theirs, that led the fifth year in Leon's direction. He approached the Slytherin with a wave, not speaking; that was how they worked, after all. Of course, typically Leon was the one to approach, but Colin figured if he was quiet, the other boy wouldn't mind. Or, he hoped not, anyway.
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xxx oн n o - ιт g o - ιт g o n e - вye-в y e
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xxxxxxxxxxxx jυѕт p υ l l тнιѕ т н r e a d aѕ ι walĸ a w a y
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Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2016 10:11 pm
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All I want is everything
Yes, everything, too much is not enough
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Cordelia Quimby - Winthrop
Hufflepuff - Seventh Year - Seventeen Years Old - Halfblood
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Cordelia apparated – yes, apparated – to the platform because the Trace came off back in May. The seventeen year old supposed she could’ve just apparated herself to Hogsmeade, but she really wanted to spend the last beginning-of-the-year train ride to Hogwarts with her friends. Almost immediately, she spotted Hannah and Fianna making their way through the crowd. “Hannah, hey!” she called, waving to her friend and her sister. “Wow, look at you, girl! Your outfit is hella cute,” she said, looking the sixteen year old up and down from her dark hair to her strappy black, three-inch leather heels. “And Fi, you look adorable as always,” she said, smiling down at the fourteen year old. “Did I ever tell you how much I want your hair?” Cordelia wasn’t super close with Fianna, but they knew each other since Cora was no stranger in Hannah’s life. Of course, that didn't mean she wanted her to sit with them on the train ride; they were six and seven years! They had inappropriate things to talk about that little sisters shouldn't hear.
((OOC: outfit in left picture))
I'm sick of settling for in between
And I'm not giving up
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Posted: Mon Oct 24, 2016 2:42 am
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Posted: Mon Oct 24, 2016 10:53 am
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Take all of your wasted honor
Every little past frustration
Take all of your so-called problems,
Better put 'em in quotations
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ℋ𝓊𝒻𝒻𝓁𝑒𝓅𝓊𝒻𝒻 ℋ𝑒𝒶𝒹 ℬ𝑜𝓎 || 𝒮𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒽 𝒴𝑒𝒶𝓇 || ℬ𝑒𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒞𝒶𝓅𝓉𝒶𝒾𝓃
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Zeph came through the barrier, already missing doing that even though he had just done it. It would be a bittersweet moment, he thought, but before anything amounting to nostalgia really had a chance to settle in, he frowned as he spotted Lori talking to some students. One of them of course being Gia. Sighing, he pushed his trunk through the platform, a frown crossing his features. Oh, of course he had to be a head boy right as soon as he crossed the barrier. Good thing he was already wearing his pin, he thought.
However, the closer he got to the scene, the more he recognized those involved. Oh, this was going to be fun. There was that Peter kid from Music club who seemed to have attracted the attention of both Gia and Lori, and he rubbed his face before allowing a more serious expression to cross his face. "Yeah, I'm going to be asking the same question as Lori. What's going on?" He stole a glance at Gia, wondering how she had gotten involved at all. He didn't see Carver around, and he knew that the other guy seemed to be attached at the hip to her, so it boggled his mind as to why she was even involved. .
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Location: Platform 9 3/4 Thinking: The train hasn't even left the station yet! Taken By: Lorelei Townsend OOC: Snow    
Even if your hands are shaking
And your faith is broken
Even as the eyes are closing
Do it with a heart wide open
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Posted: Mon Oct 24, 2016 11:14 am
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They say we are what we are
But we don't have to be.
I'm bad behavior but I do it in the best way.
I'll be the watcher of the eternal flame.
I'll be the guard dog of all your fever dreams.
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Tʜɪʀᴅ Yᴇᴀʀ || Sʟʏᴛʜᴇʀᴅᴏʀ || Pᴜʀᴇʙʟᴏᴏᴅ
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Darian skipped onto the platform, having been held up by her parents demanding that she 'respect propriety' and 'behave like a proper young lady'. Darian knew that it was a futile thing for them to ask of her, so she was going to do what she felt was right instead of what they demanded. Besides, she was getting more and more annoyed with them anyway, and they had even forbidden her from talking to the kids in the village, afraid that they were 'corrupting' their daughter. One of these days she had to have Essie actually send her brother a letter from Darian apologizing for her parents being complete arses since the teen had apparently gotten an earful from her father when he came over to visit. What, like he was going to steal her innocence? Not hardly, considering his entire family was like weirdly Christian.
Sighing, she spotted Essie with what looked like her sister, and decided to instead seek out her own sisters. She spotted Rowan going off into the train with that Connor kid from Ravenclaw, and it was easy to tell where Tiernan was. She did spot Oliver with her too, and Darian shrugged as she walked over and tilted her head at the two and allowed Othello to wave a tail toward Tiernan and her own two snakes from his basket. He hated it in there, but he wouldn't be in there long. She planned on getting him out on the train, after all. "Hardly ditch. I just got held up, and Rowan's off somewhere else." She then looked over at Oliver curiously. "Besides, where's the rest of your friends? I thought they'd have arrived by now."
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Thinking: Just a bit longer until we're on the train...
OOC:
Sometimes the only pay-off for having any faith
Is when it's tested again and again everyday.
I'm still comparing your past to my future.
It might be your wound but they're my sutures.
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Posted: Mon Oct 24, 2016 11:24 am
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If he said help me kill the president,
I'd say he needs medicine,
Sick of screaming let us in,
The wires got the best of him.
Arnemetia hopped along the platform, waving goodbye to her brother who had dropped her off. Her grandparents (AKA the most prude and annoying people in the world) had offered to drop her off but only if she put on a longer skirt and flatter shoes. She of course had told them no way. Apparently her outfit was "inappropriate" for a thirteen year old. She had rolled her eyes at this though. Her mother had helped her pick it out, so how in the world could it be inappropriate? At this statement of course her grandmother had rolled her eyes and gone on to insult her mother a couple times. Apparently grandma twatface was still pissy about her da and mum being together. It had been like almost 30 years by now, it was time to get over it.
But now Arnie was at the platform and she was going to put that bull behid her. She had decided to redo her look this year to see what happened. It was kind of like a little experiment. Normally she wore flowy outfits that were "hippie"ish. Now she was wearing a highwaisted skirt with a tight blouse and a leather jacket her parents had gotten her in Italy. To complete the look was heeled burgundy booties, a black choker, and of course a nice burgundy lip as well. Her mother had said she'd looked badass. So Arnie was of course, walking like she was the baddest of them all.
The third year Hufflepuff spotted Oliver, Darian and Tiernan and quickly made her way through the crowd towards them. "Hey guys!" She called out, waving as she got closer to them. Her summer had been fun with Ollie and Ivar, but she was having a hard time figuring out what exactly had happened in Italy and if she was even supposed to mention it. For the last few days of the trip they had gone to Venice to see the canals and ride the boats and all that stuff, and at some point she and Ollie... well they had kind of kissed. She wasn't even sure whether she kissed him or he kissed her or what. And it wasn't a bad kiss. Well it was her first kiss so she wasn't sure if it was bad or good but it seemed good.... But they hadn't really had time to talk about it and now she wasn't sure if it was like a "what happens in Italy stays in Italy" kind of thing or not.
She swallowed, and quickly put a smile on her face, hoping to gods her blush wasn't super obvious. "Don't look so grumpy Tiernan. Its hard to tell you and Rowan apart when you both have that look on your face." She teased, poking the girl's cheek gently. If she kept her attention on Tiernan maybe Ollie wouldn't notice how awkward she was being. That would be nice. When Darian asked where the rest of their friends were she shrugged. "Sorry it took me so long to get here. My grandma was trying to make me change and my sister had to literally hold her back while me and Archie ran from the house to the car. She's a crazy old bat." She stated, nodding her head sagely. "As for everyone else, I have no idea where they are. Maybe they got eaten by mandrakes."
The wires getting older I can hear the way they're creaking,
Won't tell me to stop,
Thinks that I should be a little cautious.
Well, I can tell the wires pulled
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Posted: Mon Oct 24, 2016 1:16 pm
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I've waited for a long time
Yeah the sleight of my hand is now a quick-pull trigger
I reason with my cigarette
Then say, "Your hair's on fire, you must've lost your wits, yeah?"
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Clarice blinked as a girl seemed to almost run into her, only to stagger herself to a halt and extend her hand like it was the most natural thing in the world. Well, that was weird. Clarice looked at the girl carefully before extending her own hand. "Hi, where'd you come from, and what's a sinser? I guess I'm doing well." She glanced around for her brother or whoever else she might be able to recognise but came up empty. Of course. She didn't know anyone else yet, so she had a chance to make a friend, right? Feeling a bit more sure of herself, she smiled a bit.
"I'm Clarice. Um, Clarice Steele. What's your name?" She was infinitely curious. Besides, how many people were likely to run into her like that anyway? She was willing to bet not many, and the girl hadn't really run into her. More like stumbled up to her. Her eyes looked at the girl's hair and face, blinking as she noticed the bruise. "Why's your hair purple, and why do you have a bruise? Did you get into a fight?"
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Location: Platform 9 3/4
Thinking: Okay, that was an interesting occasion.
OOC:
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run, faster than my bullet
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Posted: Mon Oct 24, 2016 2:37 pm
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You spread your rusty fingers across the ledge.
You get your coat and peer down over the edge.
You watch the city move and breathe and migrate.
You're not a part of it, you're broken now like us.
I turn and brush the birds from off my shoulders,
And cross sidewalks with an earful of white noise.
𝓉𝒾𝑒𝓇𝓃𝒶𝓃
𝒽𝒶𝓇𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓉
𝓎𝒶𝓍𝓁𝑒𝓎
THIRD YEAR │ PUREBLOOD │ RAVENCLAW
Tiernan speared Oliver with a passive glance that she imagined was quite intimidating- in reality she blinked at him with a slow smile as Darian sauntered up beside her. "Of course not." She looked over at the sound of a greeting, and looked Arnie up and down. "I hardly recognized you. Are we taking fashion tips from Milan?" She had heard something about said Italy trip, but had had no intense desire to go, had she been invited- never mind the fact that she doubted her parents would have let her. They seemed to be at their wits's end now that their three pureblooded princesses had grown minds of their own. Arnie was focusing on her for who knew what reason, but it seemed to have something to do with not making eye contact with Oliver. Aha. "I'm perfectly content. It simply takes less effort to glower. I imagine Reyna will be along shortly, and Ivar. Glynn... well, we all know it's anyone's guess with him." She was worried about the boy, naturally, but there was little they could do to help him if he simply never showed up.
You sit up on your perch for the rest of the night.
You watch the moon and hope the damn thing crumbles.
You count the stars reflecting in the windows,
And then you realize just how minimal you are.
I stop and watch the airplanes leave the city
And I silently wish I was on one.
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Mon Oct 24, 2016 2:53 pm
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I thought of angels,
Choking on their halos-
Get them drunk on rose water;
See how dirty I can get them.
Pulling out their fragile teeth;
And clip their tiny wings!
T R E V A
A N N E S T
W A R L O W
unsorted │ first year │ halfblood
Treva felt the ginger's hand- not terribly clammy, which was always a plus. She wouldn't have to wipe her own hand on her jeans after this, in 'get your sweat off me' sort of way. "My mam's womb. Or my chwaer's not a terrible liar and they really did find me in the cellar one night and decide to raise me as their own." She grinned toothily. "I just told you what you are, Sinsir. I'll let you do me one better and tell me what I am. Deg yn deg." At the name given, Treva barked a laugh of astonishment- she did not look like a 'Clarice', that was for sure. She was fairly certain a Clarice would be dark-haired and fragile and doe-eyed, perhaps a Victorian orphan of some sort, complete with petticoats and porcelain dolls. "That's ddoniol. You look more like an Annie. Last chance to tell me what I am! ...Treva Warlow. Hair's purple because I want it to be. Bruise is there because I want it to be, just it's anodd to make yourself look hurt, so I got someone to do it for me." She was actually sure Gwenda had been aiming for her nose, but she'd dodged at the last minute.
OOC: "sister"
"Fair is fair."
"funny"
"tricky"
Letting people down is my thing-
Baby, find yourself a new gig!
This town ain't big enough for two of us.
I don't have the right name;
Or the right looks...
But I have twice the heart.
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Posted: Mon Oct 24, 2016 3:22 pm
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If you listen just right, you can almost hear it;
The symphony of secrecy, life, and fear...
The search for love, but finding fear-
Like a moth to the flame we become helpless,
To the beautiful ghost that true love sheds.
𝚕𝚢𝚍𝚒𝚊
𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚎
𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛
muggleborn │ first year │ unsorted
Lydia frowned. "I don't know anyone besides you, and I don't want to sit with people I don't know." Her tone implied that this was far more than that, however. She didn't trust anyone here besides her sister. Maybe the rest of the first years didn't know much more about magic than she did, but she wasn't taking any chances. What if they could tell she wasn't like them, and tried to hurt her? "What boats?" she demanded waveringly- she had always liked being on or in water, growing up near the ocean, but that didn't mean she wanted to be trapped on a boat with these people. Liddie didn't want to outright contradict Essie, who had always been so much more confident and assertive, but that didn't mean she agreed with her. She knew, of course, that Esther wasn't evil, and she certainly knew she wasn't evil, but she had never seen anything to suggest that her... magic... was anything more than a curse, a test put upon her by God. Sometimes she felt like He was just waiting to see her fail, but she knew that wasn't true. He just wanted her to prove herself to Him. "I don't care if they're mean," Lydia said defensively; she was used to mean. Girls at school had been mean, and girls in choir had been mean, and boys had been mean, but the difference was that they hadn't had magic wands. Relieved Esther was letting her sit with her, she didn't protest having her hand held like a little kid's, despite the fact that Mother had said she was now becoming a young lady. "Tell me about the houses again. I want to be in your house."
We all are running our very own races,
Set upon the most dangerous of places.
We are left with a void in our chests we're aching to fill...
The doves come to gather our every need; they lift them up-
To Heaven through the mouths from which we speak.
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Mon Oct 24, 2016 6:07 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 24, 2016 6:35 pm
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  Fianna Grey xxxxxxxxxxxxx Hannah Grey Gryffindor Fourth Year xxxxxxxxxxxx Hufflepuff Sixth Year Hannah's eyes lit up when she saw Cora appear literally out of thin air. " Cora!" she said gleefully " Thanks," she said in answer to the compliment, and she twirled around so her friend could get a good look. " You're looking good, yourself, there. Did you just Apparate? That's so cool; Linny does it all the time, and this year I'm taking the Apparation class." Fianna was happy to hear a compliment going her way, and she smiled, and said, " Your hair's so pretty too. I'd like to be tall like you, though." Fianna already had a sneaking suspicion she'd never be tall and slender like her sister, or have the feline grace her cousin did, and while she knew there was nothing wrong with her own appearance, she'd given much to be a bit taller. " Did you do anything fun over the summer?" OOC: |
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Mon Oct 24, 2016 6:51 pm
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Blackbird claw, raven wing,
Under the red sunlight...
Long clothesline, two shirtsleeves,
Waving as we go by.
Hundred years, hundred more;
Someday we may see a-
Woman king, wristwatch time,
Slowing as she goes to sleep.
D I A N T H A
S I Â N
W A R L O W
ravenclaw chaser │ fifth year prefect │ halfblood
Every cloud had it's silver lining. The grimy, oozing cloud that was Treva happened to have the gleaming lining that was the fact that her penchant for not just misbehaving but behaving like a complete feral ensured that Di didn't have to worry about her father hovering in the background while she gritted her teeth and tried to make small talk with her friends. However, the silver lining had it's own, far worse dark cloud... which was Treva. All year. For the next three years. Until she graduated. Treva. Always there. Lurking. Waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike. Luckily, she didn't see any glimpses of purple hair in the crowd, and she relaxed a bit when she spotted Colin and Leon. "Your earrings!" she exclaimed to her fellow Ravenclaw excitedly, and then jabbed a finger enthusiastically at his hat, until she finally noticed the prefect's badge, and sheepishly glanced down at her own. She turned to Leon, never quite sure what to say to him, and not wanting him to think she wasn't happy to see him. Although maybe 'happy' wasn't the right term. 'Pleased he wasn't rotting away in some juvenile detention facility' was more truthful, but that wasn't something you said to someone's face. 'Glad you didn't kill anyone over the summer?' Just as bad. "Have an alright summer, Leon?", she finally settled for.
Black horse fly, lemonade,
Jar on the red ant hill...
Garden worm, cigarette,
Ash on the window sill.
Hundred years, hundred more;
Someday we may see a-
Woman king, sword in hand,
Swing at some evil and bleed.
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