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Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2012 7:34 pm
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┎▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬┒ ♏atilda ฿lair Seventh Year ↬ ɪɴᴠᴇɴᴛᴏʀ ↫ Ravenclaw ↻Prefect↺
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Boredom was the only word that could describe the situation. What was worst that she was in the middle of it. The only good that Matilda could find in her situation was that she had a very good book to distract her from what she has come to expect for the last 6 years.
Exciting once...dull the other 6 times, she thought beginning the chapter on Magical formulas and products. She was about to zone out on the world, when she heard the scrap of benches being moved. Which could only signal one thing. Sighing, she closed her book and stated clearly, "Alright, ALL FIRST YEARS FOLLOW ME! I am your only active and present Prefect right now...So come on!"
With that, she set off at a brisk, but easy to follow pace, glancing every once and awhile over her shoulder, saying, "Please all of you keep up, don't want to lose any of you."
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Bored, yet... ↶ contemplations ↷ Outfit●ut ●f c●nsiderati●n┖▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬┚
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Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2012 7:49 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2012 1:47 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2012 9:43 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2012 9:57 pm
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Rouknette Desto-Inflamare
Eloquent Conversationalist
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Posted: Wed Feb 08, 2012 3:58 pm
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Rouknette Desto-Inflamare
Eloquent Conversationalist
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Posted: Thu Feb 09, 2012 6:50 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2012 9:52 am
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2012 9:38 am
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"Give me a lever long enough and a fulcrum on which to place it, and I shall move the world."After hurrying to her table, Tristain took the first open seat she could find, embarrassed to be one of the very last students to filter into the hall. The room was crowded, filled to the brim with restless students, and the chatter leveled out at a dull roar. The atmosphere had an almost intoxicating effect, one that loosened her posture and fixed her anxious lips into a hummingbird's smile.
Though the year was officially at its end, this feast commemorating just that and invoking a sort of thrill at the idea of going home to her parents, Tristain couldn't ignore the light, but repetitive pang of disappointment at the thought of leaving Hogwarts. More afraid of missing an opportunity to learn than of the physical castle actually disappearing over the summer, the Ravenclaw twisted with both nervousness and excitement until a eerie silence washed over the sea of students like a sudden rain.
Glancing up, Tristain saw the enormous owl perched atop the podium at the front of the hall with its wings spread wide, and the Headmistress standing expectantly just behind it. The woman's voice reminded her of warm cinnamon and candlelight as it reverberated off the four massive stretches of wall, but her words didn't sink in until the students seated immediately around her erupted into sudden celebration. Her eyes grew wider as they watched the decorations melt into a compliment of blue and bronze, and the fact that her house had won the house cup bubbled inside of her like a teapot whistling away, forgotten over a well-lit flame.
A sudden pride illuminated her face in tones of rose and fuchsia, washing away any sign of shock or confusion that had previously lingered there. Her eyes, deep blue and enlightened with a thrill of emotion, swept the table across from her from one end to the other in a frantic search for her older brother."In seeking wisdom thou art wise; in imagining that thou hast attained it - thou art a fool."
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2012 12:58 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2012 1:22 pm
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