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I get my kicks and I wanna start a rager I wanna dance like I'm on the video I got a fever for the violent behavior I'm sweatin' bullets like a modern Romeo
𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕣𝕕 𝕐𝕖𝕒𝕣 ℝ𝕒𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕝𝕒𝕨 ✦ ℂ𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕞𝕒 𝔼𝕟𝕥𝕙𝕦𝕤𝕚𝕒𝕤𝕥 ✦ 𝕋𝕖𝕟𝕠𝕣
Alby made it to the station super late, like embarrassingly late and if he were honest it hadn't even been his fault this time! He'd woken up on time and had packed his things the night before so he'd only done minimal panicking packing (copyright still in the works) and had actually been on time for breakfast only for time to pass and neither of his parents look to have any interest in taking him to the station. When he confronted them they plainly told him they had forgotten the date and instructed him to have a house elf merely apparate him onto the platform. Well, if that wasn't the perfect start to a new year, he didn't know what was. So after barreling onto the train along with all the other late students, it took him a while to both catch his breath and find where Mercy was hiding among everyone else finally finding her in a compartment and noticing that her beanie was especially yellow. Oh, and that her hair was blue. When had that happened? He could've sworn it was a normal color at the cemetery...
The teen had apologized profusely for his absence and lateness going into a wild rant about the idiosyncrasies (hashtag on the idiot part) before calming down and being a proper friend and asking about her summer. Then of course it soon dissolved into the usual topics of movies,comics, and what have you. Alby barely noticed they were getting close until the train actually came to a stop and he found himself actually thanking his father for making him wear his uniform onto the platform. When they exited the train along with the rest of its populace he looked around for their other friends not seeing much from his short height. "You think if we made a totem we'd find everyone quicker?" he asked his friend half-seriously.
Bang, bang, give me fame Shoot me up to entertain I am a semi-automatic lonely boy You're dead, I'm well fed Give me death or give me head Daddy's little psycho and mommy's little soldier
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Throw dirt on me and grow a wildflower But it's "******** the world", get a child out her Yeah, my life a b***h, but you know nothing about her Been to hell and back, I can show you vouchers I'm rolling Sweets, I'm smoking sour Married to the game but she broke her vows XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX![User Image](https://i1086.photobucket.com/albums/j447/fma126/Roleplay/02c9afd2-89ab-4303-8670-2a8b4405742f_zpsntdprxlp.png)
⒕ | Muggleborn | Slytherin Fourth Year
✕ ✖ ✗✘ Wren had gotten to the platform and rode the train by himself and in relative silence like he wanted not in the least missing the rare comfort of the Holt home. If anything he was more than slightly stressed over what he was going to do once he got back to school. Though it was discussed that he wouldn't mention what happened with his stepfather unless expressly asked by the headmaster, he couldn't help but feel hollow. His sister, and him too technically, shared a living space in his boss's home along with his wife, baby, and his two brothers who don't really live there but are always there for some reason. He wasn't sure if it was a permanent solution, he'd honestly prefer if it wasn't, but at the moment Anwen had a roof over head, food on a plate, and could still be shuffled back and forth to school every day. Although he had reservations about the whole apparition thing, the seven year old seemed to enjoy it so more power to her. His eyes strayed towards his new watch grimacing at the fact that he had enjoyed getting a present that wasn't something obviously homemade by his sister. They had told him it was a belated birthday present while he made it clear his birthday was one, in February and two, unimportant. And yet still, the watch had been unwrapped and actually made its way onto his wrist. Annoying. Not nearly as bad as the happy rainbow brigade but still.
When they pulled up to the school station he got off with everyone else and thankfully not seeing anyone who would recognize him and try to socialize. He just didn't feel up to it, not even companionable silence with McGregor. Wren gave a sigh and just began trekking towards the carriages before getting to one and stopping in front of the ugly thing that was suddenly attached to it. "The actual ******** is this thing?" he unknowingly said out loud. An older student walking by heard him and decided to play the answer game. "They're thestrals, sort of like undead horses. You can only see them if you've uh, witnessed death." The older student seemed to realize what he was saying a minute after he had said it and looked at Wren awkwardly before boarding another carriage leaving the teen to stare at the creature. ******** this entire year.
It's a little too late to say that you're sorry now You kicked me when I was down But what you say just (don't hurt me) That's right b***h (don't hurt me) And I don't need you (no more) Don't want to see you (no more)
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ι coυld вe м e a n , ι coυld вe a n g r y xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx yoυ ĸ n o w ι coυld вe jυѕт l ι ĸ e y o υ xxxxxxxxxxxx yoυ т н o υ g н т yoυ were тнere тo g υ ι d e мe xxxxxxxxx yoυ were only ι n м y w a y xxxxxx yoυ're w r o n g ιғ yoυ тнιnĸ тнaт ι'll вe jυѕт l ι ĸ e yo υ xxx
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spaceCallum arrived at the Station to pick up the new batch of first years for their journey to the school. As always, he made note of his physical presence, trying to present an aura of approachable and kind, while still looking like someone you wouldn't want to make angry. Children, after all, could be troublemakers, and he wanted to be sure that none of them thought to cause problems for him. But, at the same time, they were just kids. He didn't want to scare them. People tended to be afraid of him, and it was no one's fault but his own. Still, he had a job to do. Magically amplifying his voice, he called out, "Attention! First year students! Make your way over towards me, please, so that we can start heading to the castle!"
spaceAs the small group began to form around him, he smiled. "Evening! My name is Callum Murdoch, I'll be escorting you to Hogwarts Castle. Everyone needs to stay close to me. You'll have plenty of time to explore the castle and grounds," which did not include the village, obviously, but he didn't figure it'd do him any favors to mention that, "once the school year is underway. For now, you need to stick with me so we can get you sorted and fed." Hopefully, the lure of food would keep them from acting up. A few kids had tried to sneak off here and there, and he wasn't keen on chasing down an eleven year old. He'd like to keep his job, thanks.
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xxx ι coυld вe c o l d , ι coυld вe r υ т н l e ѕ ѕ xxxxxx yoυ ĸ n o w ι coυld вe jυѕт l ι ĸ e y o υ xxxxxxxxx on мy o w n , 'caυѕe ι can'т т a ĸ e lιvιng w ι т н y o υ xxxxxxxxxxxx ι'м a l o n e , ѕo ι won'т тυrn oυт l ι ĸ e y o υ xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx yoυ're w r o n g ιғ yoυ тнιnĸ тнaт ι'll вe jυѕт l ι ĸ e yo υ
xx» ╳ ♥ ╳ «xx xx» oυт oғ cнaracтer «xx First years should all follow Callum! Next post will be at the Black Lake
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Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2016 11:53 am
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![User Image](https://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w186/MissGryffindorkable/Abrams Family/Driskol Winston Abrams/First Year NP_zpsjmswbg8h.jpg) Ⓤⓝⓢⓞⓡⓣⓔⓓ Ⓕⓘⓡⓢⓣ Ⓨⓔⓐⓡ Dris hopped off the train, having spent the ride with his best friend, Skylar. They'd talked about all the exciting things to expect at school and what was going to happen. Of course, for the majority of the ride, Dris was painting and despite a hasty washing attempt, when he stepped off the train, his arms were splattered with multi-colored paint splotches up to his elbows. He looked around, eyes wide with excitement. There was a big crowd gathered around one guy in particular, but it wasn't until he mentioned that the first years should go to him that the first year moved. He looked over at Skylar and bid her a goodbye as he ran off toward the crowd of other first years. The boy had a huge grin on his face, ready to go to school and get in a house and have a great time.... and also to eat. Kalin had made a ton of snacks, but Dris was still terribly hungry after such a long ride. Iɴᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs ᴄᴀɴ ʙʟᴏᴏᴍ Iɴᴛᴏ ᴀ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ɪᴛ's ɴɪɴᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀғᴛᴇʀɴᴏᴏɴ Aɴᴅ ᴡᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪᴛ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪᴛ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ Aɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴇᴇʟ ɪᴛ ᴛᴏᴏ 'Cᴀᴜsᴇ ɪᴛ's ɴɪɴᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀғᴛᴇʀɴᴏᴏɴ Aɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇʏᴇs ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ sɪᴢᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴏɴ Yᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ 'ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ sᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ Wᴇ'ʀᴇ ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ sᴏ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇ ᴅᴏ Wнeɴ ιт'ѕ ɴιɴe ιɴ тнe αғтerɴooɴ
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╓xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xx» wнere «xx xxxStation xxxxxxxx» wιтн «xx xxxxxxxxxDris xxxxxxxxxxxxxx» ғeelιng «xx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxExhausted xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx╜
ωнєи ѕнє ωαѕ נ υ ѕ т α g ι я ℓ xxxxxxxxxxxx ѕнє є χ ρ є ¢ т є ∂ тнє ω σ я ℓ ∂ xxxxxxxxx вυт ιт fℓєω α ω α у fяσм нєя я є α ¢ н xxxxxx ѕσ ѕнє яαи α ω α у ιи нєя ѕ ℓ є є ρ xxx
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spaceChrys had spent the entire day going back and forth between uncontrollable excitement, and utter misery. She'd never been away from her siblings for more than a few hours, and now she'd spent a whole day without them. More to the point, she was going to spend tomorrow without them, too, and the next day, and the next, and the next, on and on until the holidays. Finny and Sher had been beside themselves at the platform to drop her off, Sher even going so far as to cling to her dress and tell her that she could take him with her, he'd be quiet, no one would even notice. Honestly, she couldn't even fault him for that logic, Sher was a bit mousey and people did tend to not see him.
spaceStill, she was going to Hogwarts, finally, which was going to be amazing! Or, she hoped. She didn't exactly have any friends, not who were attending school with her, anyway. Chance wouldn't be in attendance until next year, and her parents didn't exactly feel the need to let the kids socialize much. Even when they did... Chrys had always just stuck to her siblings. They were a lot more timid than she was, she'd not wanted to abandon them. And now, she felt like that's exactly what she'd done, even though all of them had known this day was coming for years.
spaceChrys swallowed weakly, feeling like the worst big sister in history for all of a second before squashing the emotion down, quite forcibly. She heard the man calling for the first years, and went to him, eyes scanning the children she was walking with. They'd be her classmates, which meant they were going to be her new friends. She wouldn't survive on her own; just keeping to herself on the train had been a nightmare, but she'd felt too guilty about her siblings to do anything about it. Now, though, she was going to be proactive. Spotting an unusually colorful child (was that paint all over him?), she approached him and tapped his shoulder. "Hello," she greeted, remembering her manners. "I'm Chrys Meadows. What's your name, and why are you covered in paint, if you don't mind my asking?" She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, a nervous habit. It hadn't even been in her face, but she pretended that the tickling against her ear had been bothering her. No one needed to know she was nervous, after all.
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xxx ѕтιℓℓ ℓуιиg υ и ∂ є я и є α т н тнє ѕтσяму ѕ к ι є ѕ xxxxxx ѕнє ѕαι∂, σ н ι киσω тнє ѕ υ и ιѕ ѕєт тσ я ι ѕ є xxxxxxxxx тнιѕ ¢ σ υ ℓ ∂ вє ραяα-ραяα-ρ α я α ∂ ι ѕ є xxxxxxxxxxxx тнιѕ ¢ σ υ ℓ ∂ вє ραяα-ραяα-ρ α я α ∂ ι ѕ є
xx» ╳ ♥ ╳ «xxxx» oυт oғ cнaracтer «xxspeak now
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![User Image](https://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w186/MissGryffindorkable/Abrams Family/Driskol Winston Abrams/First Year NP_zpsjmswbg8h.jpg) Ⓤⓝⓢⓞⓡⓣⓔⓓ Ⓕⓘⓡⓢⓣ Ⓨⓔⓐⓡ Dris waited quietly with the growing gaggle of first years, his own self looking a bit out of place. Everyone was looking rather dapper, and there he was, splattered in paint of all colors. Oh, his fathers would throw a fit if they saw him! At least he could pretend he'd kept clean... but honestly he figured they'd know he was a mess. At least he'd tried to wash up on the train. For now, he was rubbing his eyes, all the sounds causing constant bursts of bright color in his head. When someone tapped at his shoulder, the boy spun, spotting the girl that must've wanted his attention. It was made obvious when she said hello, and he drew a grin on his face despite all the loud noises. She asked why he was covered in paint, so he looked down at his brightly colored fingers and chuckled. "I'm Dris Abrams, and the reason why is 'cause I'm an artist! I was painting on the train and got a little messy.... but it's okay 'cause soon enough we'll be able to do magic! And maybe we'll learn the spell my daddies use to clean my clothes." He laughed, looking at the splatters on the bottom of his shirt. Some day he'd learn to paint a bit neater, but with finger paints his hands were pretty much destined to be rainbow. Iɴᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs ᴄᴀɴ ʙʟᴏᴏᴍ Iɴᴛᴏ ᴀ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ɪᴛ's ɴɪɴᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀғᴛᴇʀɴᴏᴏɴ Aɴᴅ ᴡᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪᴛ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪᴛ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ Aɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴇᴇʟ ɪᴛ ᴛᴏᴏ 'Cᴀᴜsᴇ ɪᴛ's ɴɪɴᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀғᴛᴇʀɴᴏᴏɴ Aɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇʏᴇs ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ sɪᴢᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴏɴ Yᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ 'ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ sᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ Wᴇ'ʀᴇ ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ sᴏ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇ ᴅᴏ Wнeɴ ιт'ѕ ɴιɴe ιɴ тнe αғтerɴooɴ
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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 had managed to at least calm down some during the train ride; as bold as she could be, Esther wasn't particularly loud or obnoxious, and usually had a somewhat soothing influence on her younger sister. Still, Liddie hadn't been quite convinced by her talk of houses and making friends. She didn't really want to be in any specific house, as she didn't want to be here at all, but if she had to choose, she wanted to be in the same one as Esther. She'd be completely lost, all by herself, she was convinced of it. She'd never really done anything alone. Essie or her brothers had always been close by. Sometimes she hated feeling like the baby all the time, like everyone wanted to coddle and protect her, but right now she felt in need of coddling and protection. This wasn't fair. She hadn't asked to be here. The air of excitement as she stepped off the train, shivering against the cool night air, felt completely foreign. Everyone was in their uniforms now, and Liddie panicked when she lost Esther in a sea of black robes, trousers, and skirts. Her eyes stung, and she willed herself not to start crying in front of all of these strangers, before she heard someone yelling for the first years, and forced herself to move towards that sound. Shuffling through the crowd, shoulders tensed as if she expected to be attacked at any moment, and face drawn, Lydia found herself towards the back of the group of first years gathered around a towering black man. He smiled at them, but she was still so intimidated that she kept her eyes focused on her shiny black leather shoes. She knew what the Sorting was, but wasn't entirely sure of the specifics- she thought Essie had mentioned a hat, at some point. Did you get a different colored hat, depending on what house they put you in? She didn't even like hats, never mind a witch's hat. She'd never been allowed to watch or read anything with any sort of magic in it, or even play pretend. She'd been given plenty of dolls, and encouraged to play 'mummy', but Liddie had never liked dolls much at all. She was cold and she wanted to go inside somewhere.
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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Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2016 6:23 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 stepped off the train and looked around, wondering if she'd spot Rick anywhere. Pouting, she didn't, but it wasn't that big of a shock. After all, he was a professor at the school, but that didn't mean that he was going to see her at the station. He did say something about being at the sorting, though. Sighing, she crossed her arms and looked around for Treva when she heard the adult at the station calling for first years. She straightened herself up and decided to see if the purple-haired girl would show up. Clarice didn't like the idea of being alone during the boat ride, after all. She didn't know anybody here, and while they were all in the same year, that didn't mean she was comfortable with approaching total strangers. At least it could have been worse. She could know no one and be stuck watching everyone else make friends. That thought made her annoyed.
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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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I wanna be a billionaire so ******** bad Buy all of the things I never had Uh, I wanna be on the cover of Forbes magazine Smiling next to Oprah and the Queen
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Darrell hopped off the train and looked around and wished for probably the hundredth time that his cousins were actually still attending Hogwarts. He wouldn't feel so weird attending school if that was the case, but oh well. He scanned the crowds, looking to see if anyone would catch his eye, when he noted the large man calling for the first years. Nodding to himself, he walked over, grinning because this was just awesome! He was finally going to be able to cast magic with a wand and everything. Noting another kid standing off to himself, he approached the other dark-skinned kid and nodded toward him. "Hey! Mind if we ride up to the castle together? My name's Darrell." His hands casually in his pockets, he waited for the other kid to respond. Hey, he'd more or less kept to himself on the train bouncing with energy. Might as well try and make a friend before the year starts, right?
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Oh every time I close my eyes I see my name in shining lights, yeah A different city every night, oh I I swear the world better prepare For when I'm a billionaire
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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 had enjoyed the train ride; Clarice, aka Sinsir, was not the most enthralling person to be stuck in a compartment all day with, by her reckoning, but she was slightly.... apathetic? Was that the right word for it? Treva just got the sense that despite her niceties the other girl didn't particularly care, or at least seemed like she didn't. Like she was pleasant because at some point or another, someone had told her that in order to make friends you needed to be pleasant. Treva found that intriguing, to say the least. She herself usually came across as not caring, and sometimes she really didn't, but sometimes she did- she cared so much it felt like she was bursting at the seams, an overstuffed toy, and she just wanted to kick through a wall. It was hard to explain. Over the course of the ride her hair and eyes had faded back to a more neutral silvery white and dark brow, and after gorging on candy and dozing off for a little while, she was more than ready to make the lake crossing. Stepping up beside Clarice, she surveyed her fellow first years, nicknaming them immediately: Baby Face, Garage Band, Carrot Top, Shrimp, Sunny McRainbow, Strawberry Shortcake, Rusty, andddd Teenybopper. "I feel like I'm back in cyn ysgol," she said brightly, despite having never been. "Hope they make us all hold hands and walk in a straight line."
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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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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