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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2011 10:33 am
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Loch Lochlainn surveyed the people around him, taking in the fresh though of Gryffindorism. No Ein, and No Scorpius, who was definitely in Slytherin for sure. He opened his mouth and began to speak to the 7th year Quidditch Captain. "So your the one in my future position." he exclaimed mischeviously, "I am Loch, and I am going to be in Quidditch, first rate beater." He eyed the others looks of amusement. "What are you lookin' at!" his Irish accent escalated, "Never seen someone sure of themselves before? Ein was going to be on the same team, we were hoping Slytherin or Ravenclaw, but I guess twin against twin will be more fun. He's a chaser!" He flipped his reddish-brown, shaggy hair out of his eyes. "My brother is in Hufflepuff now, he is the one that is the copy of me but with glasses." Loch pointed to the table second to last from the wall.
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2011 10:57 am
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яεġrετ┃ηστнιηġ ♦ ғεαя┃ησ σηε ♦ ταkε prιdε ιη┃εvεяyτнιηġColton sighed as he fixed himself into a seat at the Gryffindor table. Depsite the fact that he hadn't actually made any friends in his own house, he didn't feel lonely at all. He had spent so much of his time alone before making friends, choosing to be solitary, that it still felt natural to him. As he spotted the Tamara girl, his mind was forced back to what she had said outside the carriages, that he should look at the ability to see thestrals as a positive thing. Positive... It seemed impossible right now, or anytime in the future, for that matter. He had forced his cousin to walk out onto the ice, and he hadn't been able to save him in time when Gavin had fallen through, so he was responsible for his death, and he felt no reason to be positive about it.
Swallowing the frog in his throat, he nodded respectfully to the seventh year, acknowledging that he knew she had only meant to help. Not feeling very social as new students began to be sorted into their house, Colton began to fill his plate with food, the one thing that didn't bring up sharp memories right now.
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2011 7:15 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2011 10:33 pm
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❤❤ T A M A R A♛R A D C L I F F E
7TH YEAR, GRYFFINDOR ¦¦ if you're going through hell, keep on going xxxxxxxxxx x x
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Tamara looked at the boy who said he'd be the Quidditch Captain one day and smirked. "Well, I'm not there anymore. My friend Tyler took over. Besides, you can't be the best Beater when you're talking to her," she said and stuck her tongue out playfully. She was looking forward to continuing the conversation when she saw the boy from the station sit down and glance at her. She sighed and pushed her plate forward, getting up. She moved over towards him and sat down next to him. After all, as a senior Gryffindor, all the younger Gryffindors were her charges and there was something definitely bothering him. "Hey, you're Colton, right?" she asked quietly, looking at his plate. She remembered this phase... she'd gone through it after the first time she saw death; then again, when she saw death it was her own doing. She had killed Marcinus Travers; she had been the cause of the death. Then she'd seen death again and again. "To see the thestrals, you must have seen death. Who was it?..." She paused. "I'll tell you what, you tell me yours and I'll tell you mine."
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2011 9:53 am
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яεġrετ┃ηστнιηġ ♦ ғεαя┃ησ σηε ♦ ταkε prιdε ιη┃εvεяyτнιηġColton watched several first years be sorted into his house, one of them, a girl, even eyed with interest, but he dropped his head and continued to eat his dinner, unable to force a smile at the moment. Swallowing a bite of roast beef, he looked up to see the older girl approaching him for the second time today. He laid his fork down on his plate and stared at her over his goblet while he took a giant swig of pumpkin juice. Crossing his arms, he nodded slowly when she asked his name, then watched her hesitate before straight out asking who he had killed - or seen die, rather.
His gray eyes went blurry for a moment. He had avoided this feeling of blame nearly all year long, or at least in public. Even his two closest friends hadn't known that anything had ever bothered him from his past. After the thestrals, however, it seemed that his demons had escaped his dreams, and were officially back to haunt him. "M- my little cousin, Gavin... He...he drowned." Saying it like that made Colton feel as if he were lying. Yes, he drowned, but no, it wasn't an accident. Gavin hadn't just chose to walk out on the frozen lake, he...and his cousin Abel...had forced him. Several quick flashbacks from even earlier, of Colton and Abel teasing and bullying the little boy, filled the Gryffindor's mind and caused him to choke for a second on nothing but his own spit. His eyes found Tamara's again, expectant, as if they were impatient to know her own faults.
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2011 12:48 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2011 12:59 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2011 3:28 pm
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Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2011 7:30 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 12:50 pm
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2011 1:11 pm
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==== ♋ ==== ♋ ==== ☞ωilliam Ɍadcliffe☜ Fifth Year → Gryffindor ==== ♋ ==== ♋ ====
►The man... The mystery... The legend...◄
He smirked when she feigned ignorance about who he was referring, then leaned on his elbows to look more closely at her. "Well," he started, "I've been talking to her since just after the train pulled out of King's Cross. And she's sitting with me now." He chuckled as he said this, "Just, uh... just so we're clear here... I'm talking about you." Looking down at the empty plate in front of him, he began to fill it with food. He took two rolls, still warm enough to melt the butter and put them on his plate. "I'll never know how they do it, but the elves here make such amazing food. And I'm glad they get paid to do it now," he said, stuffing a roll into his mouth. Out Of Character: ...
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Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2011 12:53 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2011 7:19 pm
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