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Do you have your password? |
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No, I lost it D: |
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I stole someone's password >:D |
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Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2010 1:12 pm
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{Aw, Coma, I was gonna have Tamara read your mind and invite her along. /pout}
Tamara "Goldilocks" Radcliffe
Tamara turned her head and saw Levana, then smiled widely. "Awesome Levana! Hey, can I call you Lev or Ana? Saying your name is long. Well, not really. I'm just lazy." She smirked. "When talking I guess. Eh, forget it. Lu, Levana, let's hit those passages. We should probably avoid the one into the Prefect's bathroom, cause there'll prolly be someone there."
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Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2010 1:15 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 01, 2010 10:17 am
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Posted: Wed Dec 01, 2010 10:09 pm
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Posted: Thu Dec 16, 2010 3:41 pm
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((Oops sorry Tahiri, Coma was just eager to see the professor)) Kel “Coma” Tose Gryffindor First year Entering through the portrait hole Coma made a beeline for the dormitories. After a minute or so, she returned down the staircase, wearing muggle clothes (an orange t-shirt and loose black jeans) and hunted down a free chair. She wasn't wearing her side bag and neither was the doll with her. Finding a chair she flopped down in it and hunkered down as low as she could without falling out of it, and began to massage her temples with her fingertips. Faye had been exceptionally talkative today, informing Coma of her impressions of Hogwarts and all of it inhabitants. She had been talking almost nonstop all day, which she could do very well, not needing to pause for breat. Since her voice went directly into Comas mind, Coma had no way to silence or block out the sound. Separation only seemed to muffle the sound and, currently, Faye was yelling at Coma for leaving her on the bed back in the dormitory. Tito jumped onto his masters lap and began to nudge his head against her elbow, purring apologetically.
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Posted: Fri Feb 04, 2011 5:43 am
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~*Sphyria NiteFall, First Year*~
To save a long story, Sphyria was lost.
Somehow disengaging from the large contingent of First-Years being summarily lead to the 'Secretive' Gryffindor Common-Room by a tall pair of Prefects.
They had paused, for a mere instant, as a staircase had shifted itself in the right direction...and she had seen something of interest, something shiny!
Damn her curiosity!
When she had turned back to face the group, a small, silver ring -with a blue stone ornately interwoven into it's surface- upon her right ring-finger...there had been none there to greet her...?
Innocently, she had made her way up the staircase, waiting as it moved from left to right, swaying gently as it reversed the aforementioned positions and clicked firmly into place.
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Sphyria now faced a portrait, having ascended the stairs, a portrait of a ...the politically correct terminology was 'Larger-proportioned Woman', or 'Weight-challenged Female', but her mind screamed "Fat Lady!".
This Fat Lady looked down on her in a mixture of boredom, vague disinterest and synpathy, "Are you lost dear?" she cooed, sickeningly.
Swallowing the urge to vomit upon her new shoes, or worse yet, disgrace her new robes [with their smart 'Gryffindor Emblem'], Sphyria forced a smile to her face.
"Uh, I was just, just with this group and...now I'm lost..." she said, in the saddest voice she could muster, the Fat Lady straightened considerably and said in a vaguely threatening tone, "Password?"
"I- I don't kno-" Sphyria began, but was cut off, the Fat Lady cut across her words like a knife through butter,"Then I'm sorry, but you cannot enter here! Now Leave!"
Sphyria took a few steps back, fury burning within her, her arms caught flame slightly, she reeled a little, "Oh no! Not here! OUT! OUT NOW!" she groaned and mentally tried to suppress the 'outburst' before it could set anything else alight...
The evil intent within her heart screamed, "Set the damn portrait on fire!" And she very nearly listened to it -whilst simultaneously attempting to pat down her smouldering blue locks, fearing that her hair alighting would set her off again...
Sitting down calmly to one side of the door, cross-legged she waited, closing her eyes and resting against the cool stone wall.
Surely someone would come by and help her soon...?
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Posted: Fri Feb 04, 2011 8:10 am
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2011 6:18 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 09, 2011 5:04 pm
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