Slytherin Table

[Julian Galaksylph]

We still live in the same town, well, don't we?
But I don't see you around anymore
I go to all the same places, not even a trace of you
Your days are numbered at twenty-four
And I'm getting bored waiting 'round for you, we're not getting any younger
And I won't look back 'cause there's no use, it's time to move forward!


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￭ Sixth Year Slytherin ￭ Pureblood ￭ Dueling Club Captain ￭xxxxx



「 Winter 2036 」
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Nike was taking a piece of toast, thinking about the idea of going back to Rutland for the holidays with her dingy family. She won't do the murder, but she just wished grandpa Timothy to just kick the bucket already. Or grandma Phyllis, too, because she was more likely to sit around the manor holding a wineglass and doing nothing. Goodness gracious, her father may be a total git but at least he knew about the means of not-being-lazy and same goes to her mother (even if she was more likely hanging out with her rich posh friends). The holiday was most likely to compose of Nike having heir conditioning or something like that, since that was how Avian was treated in his childhood under the mask of "caring". No fun, at all.

The thought of it made her roll her eyes until Leon interrupt her train of thought. Nike slowly turned to Leon, as if she was now used to the Cockney boy approaching her nowadays. Besides, she came to realize that Leon became a bit better than before. Well, obviously, he still has a temper but it wasn't that bad nowadays. "Hey, Leon." She greeted, not bothering to sound formal after six years being surrounded by people her age. "And as you can see here, I'm eating. Not that you're interrupting or anything." She said, with a dry sense of humor. Nike then noticed that he apparently took note of her tiny gift which was... specifically for him. Looking at the box made her cheeks feel faint pink, so she just gave it to him without looking at him. "It's for you," she quickly told him, "I was also going away to Rutland for the holiday and um, I was thinking of giving you this given your... past situation. So, um, happy holidays. You deserve a break."


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Well, I try not to think of what might happen
When your reality it finally cuts through
Well, as for me, I got out and I'm on the road
The worst part is that this, this could be you!
You know it, too, you can't run from your shame
You're not getting any younger, time keeps passing by
But you wave it away, it's time to roll over


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[Julian Galaksylph]

We still live in the same town, well, don't we?
But I don't see you around anymore
I go to all the same places, not even a trace of you
Your days are numbered at twenty-four
And I'm getting bored waiting 'round for you, we're not getting any younger
And I won't look back 'cause there's no use, it's time to move forward!


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￭ Sixth Year Slytherin ￭ Pureblood ￭ Dueling Club Captain ￭xxxxx



「 Winter 2036 」
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Nike raised an eyebrow in confusion when Leon's face seemed to heat up, but at the same time she also felt her face feel pink as well. Well, this was awkward. But on the other hand, did Leon really think that she was expecting something from him? She didn't think that he had to, and for her, he didn't look like the type to give anyone a gift aside from a Christmas card. She won't say that, though. Also, she wasn't needy and didn't think of expecting something in return. "You don't have to," Nike said with a smirk, "and that's the point of gift-giving, you bloke. It's supposed to come unexpectedly. You know, surprises and all. You can open that box now if you like, by the way." Unless Leon didn't celebrate the holidays, Nike kind of expected him to know that it wasn't a give-or-take when it comes to Christmas... unless you're some git who thinks otherwise. Yes, Nike was perfectly aware about Leon's abrasive attitude to people and one of these days, she probably would point that out. Not that she'd never done it before, anyway. There's a time and place for everything.

She made this unamused look when Leon's said that hers was better than his own holiday, because Rutland meant her home and family. Nike's family were a bunch of awful snots so she didn't think it was any better. If Leon were to have a dinner with them, he would be ticking bomb right now. But then, the topic about Michael's family prevented her from saying something, because she figured about the tragedy. Her face shifted into a sympathetic look as she thought about it, "Yeah..." she said, "sucks being dragged into something you didn't sign up for." Well, Leon looked like he wasn't proud of what he did there, as he clearly said that last September. Kind of implying that he was just being dragged around.


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Well, I try not to think of what might happen
When your reality it finally cuts through
Well, as for me, I got out and I'm on the road
The worst part is that this, this could be you!
You know it, too, you can't run from your shame
You're not getting any younger, time keeps passing by
But you wave it away, it's time to roll over


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[The Forgotten Weasley]

I have seen the firewatcher's daughter;
Watching fires burn from smoke to black...
There's nothing she won't burn,
From styrofoam to urns, to someone else's ashes in a sack!
You can scorch the metal, you can even melt the glass...
You can pass the time here, fire lives into the past-

CALLISTA
DULCE
HARGRAVE
pureblood │ slytherin │ first year

Callista practically beamed as the hat was lifted off her head, and nearly skipped her way over to the Slytherin table, looking uncharacteristically bubbly. She knew it! She'd been right, of course. The hat had even said as much, and it was just some stupid piece of fabric charmed to speak and think. It had told her she was special, or almost said as much. She was different. She had Plans, unlike everyone else here. She knew exactly where she was going. The blonde girl peered up and down the length of the table, now impatient for the Sorting to be over so she could speak freely with her housemates, and just as importantly, eat. She was starving. The other new Slytherins she had noted thus far had been an weird albino girl named... Faya? something like that, Harcroft, some grim blond boy by the surname of Kinsley, and everyone knew the Kinsleys were at least a little odd, and a girl towards the very end, Yuko, who'd looked as if she'd been eager to get the whole thing over with. ....And of course, Akira, estúpido Akira. She'd had him pegged as a Ravenclaw or Gryffindor, he was so bloody annoying. El payaso had gotten Gryffindor, so why couldn't he have as well? ...Whatever. She was in Slytherin and that was what mattered. He might be irritating to listen to, but at least she wasn't stuck with Myron right now.

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An all-consuming flame, that refines and new begins;
It'll take your family heirlooms, but it can take your darkest sins.
It's a good ol' bedtime story, give you nightmares 'til you die...
And the ones that love to tell it, hide the mischief in their eyes-
Condemn their sons to Hades and Gehenna is full of guys, alive and well
But there ain't no hell for a firewatcher's daughter.

 

[The Forgotten Weasley]

I have seen the firewatcher's daughter;
Watching fires burn from smoke to black...
There's nothing she won't burn,
From styrofoam to urns, to someone else's ashes in a sack!
You can scorch the metal, you can even melt the glass...
You can pass the time here, fire lives into the past-

CALLISTA
DULCE
HARGRAVE
pureblood │ slytherin │ first year

Callista rolled her eyes rather dramatically as Akira chose to take the seat across of her, although she supposed she shouldn't blame herself for being so charismatic. "How terribly kind of you," she retorted in response, looking down her nose at him, which was difficult, because while he was not very tall, she was very short herself, and even smaller seated. "At least I don't look like a gibbering idiot," she snapped when he told her she looked like a loser. "Which you do. You really, really, do." What an absolute little sapo. "Smug look on my face?" the blonde repeated incredulously, the smug look on her face wavering before intensifying. "Excuse me for being pleased to uphold a time-honored family tradition. I'm sorry you're completely ignorant as to your house's heritage, but I'll have you know that Merlin, the most famous and powerful wizard of all time, was a Slytherin." Satisfied with her verbal mic drop, Callista returned her attention to the sorting, before her gaze irritably flicked back to him. "And, by the way, your tie is crooked," she hissed. (It probably wasn't, but she had to have the last word there).

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Diamond Wales

An all-consuming flame, that refines and new begins;
It'll take your family heirlooms, but it can take your darkest sins.
It's a good ol' bedtime story, give you nightmares 'til you die...
And the ones that love to tell it, hide the mischief in their eyes-
Condemn their sons to Hades and Gehenna is full of guys, alive and well
But there ain't no hell for a firewatcher's daughter.

 

[Graydon Ironshield]

Faina Patrovna-Harcroft
Slytherin │ First Year │ Eleven Years Old │ Single



Faina listened to the Sorting Hat's pronouncement, and it worked its way through her mind. 'Ah, my dear, there's a place for everyone. Yours is not that hard to find. You could go many places, but I think you'll be best off in Slytherin!' As she walked toward the table where other students dressed in green were seated, Faina thought, 'My family has been virtually divorced from the Harcrofts because of doubts over my mother's blood-purity, and what House am I Sorted into? The one House which places a premium on blood-purity. That hat has a Russian's sense of humour, or it know more than it lets on. What sort of friends can I make in a place like that? The kind that hurt or the kind that would help? I'd best watch my step around these people; they're probably already sizing me up, and they'll know fear if they scent it.' Faina found a place to sit at the Slytherin Table, and made herself comfortable. She continued to watch the Sorting with an unreadable look in her eyes and a slight smile upon her lips.

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"You're lost little girl, you're lost little girl
You're lost, tell me who are you?"

"I think that you know what to do
Impossible? Yes, but it's true
I think that you know what to do, yeah
I'm sure that you know what to do "

 

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spaceSorin felt no particular emotion regarding his sorting. It'd been expected, so why should he? But, as he went towards his new house table, he found himself desperately searching the room for his sister. Seeing her at the Hufflepuff table, robes now yellow, filled him with a sense of relief. Satisfied that things had gone the way they should, he sat with his new housemates, not caring to search out the other first years. It wasn't as though he wouldn't get to know them well enough some other time. For now, he just wanted to eat, really. The feast was legendary, and he was curious if it was up to his standards. Presumably so, they had an army of house-elves to prepare it. A small thing to wonder about, but it wasn't as though he had anything else to think on at the moment. Sighing, he looked back up to the head of the hall with disinterest; no one he cared about was up there, because he only cared about Celeste. The rest of the ceremony meant nothing to him, aside from, he supposed, letting him know who his housemates would be. But then, he hardly had to watch for that. Just wait for the cheering and look up for a second. He had nothing better to do than watch, though.



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Oliver Davis
Slytherin - Fifth Year - Fifteen Years Old - Prefect - Vice Captain - Chaser - Pureblood
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Oliver was a little surprised he got chosen to be one of the new Prefects, but he supposed the competition in the Slytherin house was zero to none – at least on the guy side. There was Vito, who probably wasn’t mature enough to handle a situation properly anyway. And the other Slytherin boys were no better. At the table, Ollie was already seated by Reyna, who was chosen as the new female Prefect. Honestly, no surprise there, either, except for the fact that she was prone to finding trouble. Or maybe that was why the head cheese had picked her. The blond nudged his friend and gestured towards two first year who seemed to already be picking a fight with each other. “Looks like we’ve already caught our first troublemakers,” he stated half jokingly. In all honesty, Ollie didn’t want to have to order them to behave and would much rather let them work it out themselves (or wait until the fight escalated and he’d have to step in). As the ceremony continued, he clapped whenever a student was sorted into their house.





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I don't quite understand a manicure
But you're the only friend I'd take a shower for ♫

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[murruelecreuset]

Raymond Ara Yuko
Seventh Year Slytherin Prefect
Pureblood Parselmouth
Team Reserve Chaser

Location : Great Hall - Slytherin Table


To say Raymond had a joyous summer would be wrong. He’d spent most of it in therapy, learning how to deal with whatever that was last year. As far as the seventh year got he’d lost control because he was too obsessed or controlling. He understood what he did was wrong and that he shouldn’t think that if a person spent time with someone else that it meant more then it seemed. He couldn’t let his obsessions control him. He needed to keep a level head.

Raymond was sure that it would never happen again. Besides he had the fencing club to attend too. He still needed to figure out who he was leaving the club too after the year was up. Sitting at the Slytherin table, Raymond wasn’t sure if he would be welcome on the Quidditch team. That was up to Leon and he certainly didn’t blame him if he didn’t let him on the team. He knew that things could have been much worse come his final year. However, he’d cleaned up most of his mess, not that he had much of one to begin with.

As he listened to the sorting Raymond honestly didn’t care. That was until the end when he heard his last name which caused him to do a double take. ‘Yuko… that’s not a common name…’ He thought to himself. He recalled when Savannah mentioned that he had a foreign name. Course it was being Japanese even if he was born in England. Looking to the dark haired girl, she had the same hair and eye color as he did. That didn’t mean anything though…

Watching the girl get sorted into Slytherin, Raymond watched her join the house table. ‘Tsubaki Yuko… she couldn’t be…’ He thought staring over at her with curiosity. The seventh year wasn’t about to walk over and talk to her now. He’d wait till he could get her allow. Perhaps in the common room later that night, or the great hall come breakfast.


Status: Curious
With: Slytherins...

Wearing: Slytherin Uniform

OOC: Open for interaction...


Hrm, rather intelligent, I see...
Not to mention you seem to have a tendency to think of yourself first...
I do believe this house is the perfect fit for you...
Slytherin!

 

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Tsubaki Natsumi Yuko
First Year Slytherin
Pureblood ☾ Parselmouth

Location : Great Hall - Slytherin Table


Tsubaki had wanted a quick sorting. The hat had said it was easy that she had been right. She belonged in Slytherin just as she had stated. However the first year was annoyed that the blasted hat had to touch her head and make such comments. It hadn’t needed to say anything, it could have said Slytherin and been done with it. However, that stupid probably lice infested hat had to waste her time with such talk. Despite getting what he had wanted albeit not quite how she wanted it done, she was none too happy.

Walking over to the Slytherin table, her robes turning green as she approached, Tsubaki surveyed the table. Two of her fellow first years seemed to be bickering and had no such interest in joining that idiocy. So instead she took a seat next to Sorin. After all she knew him from the boat ride across the lake. His sister had landed herself in Hufflepuff, a house Tsubaki loathed because it contained her sister. However, she had nothing against Celeste so she’d be the exception to the rule.

“I think they’re both idiots…” Tsubaki commented. Whether they heard her or not she didn’t care. How she got stuck with them was beyond her, however even they couldn’t change her opinion about the house of Slytherin.


Status: Annoyed
With: Slytherins... Sorin

Wearing: Slytherin Uniform

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Quick, eh? Easy enough
You're right, you certainly belong in
Slytherin!

 

[Julian Galaksylph]

Truth is that it was always going to end, this symphony buzzing in my head
Took a market of filth and sold like summer
True, all of the good girls act so good 'til one of them doesn't wait their turn!
Turn the memory to stone and carve your shoulder (Hey holy roller)
If you wanna start a fight, you better throw the first punch!
Make it a good one and if you wanna make it through the night-
You better say my name like- "The good, the bad, and the dirty"
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Nike had to admit, but dating Leon was becoming weirder in every successive day. On the other hand, her dad was pissed- except Ezekiel couldn't think of any way to solve the problem when the old man was dead and Nike was all they had to continue the family line. Technically, she wasn't committing any sin because her betrothal with Cyrus was broken off a long time ago, and technically she wasn't lying about having a mudblood boyfriend so... it wasn't like she sinned badly or whatever. And hey, why would they disown someone with great grades in OWLs and even a Head Girl? Wasn't that a waste of bedding and labor? Nike was just laughing in the inside, because he was soooo booksmart, but not so cunning. The sweet taste of victory.

Sitting beside her boyfriend, Nike lightly nudged him with her elbow as she watched a Asian-ish guy and a blonde girl, both first years, bickering like children. "I'm going to offer my condolences to Reyna and Oliver now that they became prefects" She commented as she made an unimpressed expression, then shrugged, "Oh well, at least we're not getting more adders this year. Let those badgers have all the fun as long as they mind their own business."



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I know what it's like to have to trade-
The ones that you love for the ones you hate
Don't think I've ever used a day of my education
There's only two ways that these things can go: good or bad
And how was I to know, that all your friends won't hold any grudges?


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