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 Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 9:45 pm
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 {"Is this what friendship really feels like?.."}'-,,-' { Thomas Doyle Findeler }'-,,-' {"...I always pictured it differently!"}[ First-year ]
It had been the object of his thoughts on the boat ride over, just what house he'd be sorted into; that was what was on his mind as the dim latern-led rowboats, that seemed to propell themselves without oars, reflected gently in wavy streams on the surface of the lake. But as soon as he'd entered the extravagant hall all the students and facilty had gathered, his mind was lost of worry and filled with wonder. The ceiling caught his attention immediatly; there must have been dozens, no, maybe hundreds of charms at work up there, and Thomas found himself lost in the void above him. Only when he nearly collided into Yia had his attention returned to the task at hand, and he quietly took his seat, glancing up; peering really, at the sorting hat peering right back and him, and all the other youth that would soon be taking the plunge into the world of splendor that awaited.
Quote: People say that, in a nutshell, I'm Stoic and sarcastic. I'm intelligent and hold a certain distance from people. I'm more likely to take to locking myself away with a pile of spellbooks and recipies, than seek out companionship in others. Thomas is suprisingly focused for his age, and dedicated himself to the prospect of attending the prestigous school since he first heard his father utter the words, "Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry" |
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2011 7:46 am
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2011 11:20 am
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2011 11:21 am
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2011 12:24 pm
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The Acacia Triplets
Jasmine┆Zane┆Erianthe
The triplets walked into the Great Hall amazed at what they saw. Each was eager to find out what the future would hold for them. The next few minutes could be potentially life changing. They didn't have to wait to be called, since they were toward the begining of the alphabet. Erianthe went first, followed by Jasmine and Zane.
Erianthe People say that, in a nutshell, I'm delusional. Muggles might call it Schizophrenia, but I'm really not that bad! I read something that said it's where you see things and hear things that aren't really there. As far as my personality goes, I'm really kind, but I'm also stubborn. I have to be since my sister constantly blames me for stuff I didn't do.
Jasmine People say that, in a nutshell, I'm almost as stubborn as my father. I often have to have things my way, and I'll do almost anything to get it. Of course, I don't go too out of control. I'm really caring toward my siblings, though I often use my brother as a scapegoat. Oh yeah, and if anyone says anything mean to my sister I'll kick their butts!
Zane People say that, in a nutshell, I'm quieter than my sisters, but they always say that I'm up to something. I'm fairly smart and I use that knowledge to get a good laugh, however, I'm not completely uncaring. I love the people who gain my trust, and I would never turn my back on them. That's why I appear to spend so much time protecting Erianthe. I could really care less at times.
✿Live life for the purpose of living. It's no fun for anything else! ♠ If only they could see me for who I am. ❦They claim to hear my words, but do they really listen? |
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2011 1:32 pm
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{HALVINE | CLENORE}
Not yet sorted
As soon as they reached the grounds of his new home, Halvine felt a surprising rush of relief. His owl obviously shared the feeling, as he intuitively pushed off Halvine’s shoulder and disappeared into the falling snow, no doubt off to the owlery. “Goodbye to you too,” the boy muttered, pulling his coat tighter around him. With growing excitement, he followed the other first years to the great hall.
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Taking a seat on the stool like the others before him, Halvine closed his eyes and concentrated on keeping his mind blank like his father had taught him. The Hat would find what it needed.
"People say that, in a nutshell, I'm overly confident. I’ve been told that I’m extremely charming, but it’s not something that I strive for. Depending on who you ask, I suppose the same charm could be described as cockiness. I try my best to be friendly, but I become easily bored; if you don’t interest me the first time we meet, you probably shouldn’t expect a second meeting. If something or someone catches my eye, I can be very cunning and calculative in my pursuit, but to be honest, it’s rare that anything fascinates me enough to rouse any kind of effort on my part." |
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2011 4:50 pm
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Raleigh Ákos||+||Sorcerer||+||Height: 4'6”||+||Weight: 80lbs||+||Age: 11||+||Hair: Blond||+||Eyes: Blue||+||Theme of the Moment||+||
”If life gives you lemonade, make lemonade. Take the lemonade and sell it so you can buy more lemons then what you had before. Rinse, repeat; finally, saddle your cousin Jim with the costs while you run off into the sunset with the profits.”
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Raleigh saw a bunch of students clearly looking nervous as they approached the hat. He wasn’t sure why, after all the hat dealt no pain nor insulted anyone. And it never revealed the conversations it had with those it sorted. So, when it was Raleigh’s turn to walk up the hat, he did it with a smile. An easy gait, he knew that likely he could end up in Gryffindor for his devil may care attitude. Or perhaps Ravenclaw, for the ingenuity of his pranks and the fact that he was, if you listened to his detractors, a smart boy who really should focus more on important matters. Hell, he could even be Slytherin for the more devious aspects of his nature.
Still, no sense worrying about it or getting concerned about how his parents might react depending on what house he got into. They were his parents, more likely they might be slightly disappointed of pleased. In the end though, they would love him the same cause he was their kid. It was a calm relaxed kid who put on the hat ready to face the possibilities ahead.
People say that, in a nutshell, I'm a happy and energetic child with a mischievous side. Nevertheless, they always bemoan the fact that I’m smart since it just makes my pranks far more effective.
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This is merely the first step of the wizard who will become known as the Red Hawk. His future uncertain, he could become a force for good and justice; or he could be twisted by his desires and become a festering presence that darkens and poisons those around him. Only time will tell what kind of Raleigh Ákos will become. |
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2011 6:12 pm
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Miranda Alden||+||Sorceress||+||Height: 4'2”||+||Weight: 78lbs||+||Age: 11||+||Hair: Brown||+||Eyes: Blue||+||Theme of the Moment||+||
“Breathe, relax and calm the mind; focus. With precision, anything can be achieved.”
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Miranda had had no idea what to expect, truly she did not think the sorting was handled by a magical talking hat that looked like it would fall apart if someone sneezed on it funny. She was really tempted to try, just see what would happen. But she wouldn’t after all, she was nervous enough about even being accepted to risk annoying the one who would be sorting her.
She supposed that she hadn’t really thought about were she would be sorted. Gryffindor was for the brave, Slytherin for the cunning, Ravenclaw for the intelligent, and Hufflepuff for the kind. She had no idea which one she would best fit, but she couldn’t afford to begin to hope. After all, Hogwarts could be wrong and this was a terrible mistake on their part. She still feared that she really was a Squib, why raise her hopes if they could very easily be dashed?
As she walked up to the hat, she hid her nervousness and apprehension well. As she got ready to be sorted all she could think was that she wanted to get in, she didn’t want to disappoint her father. She loved him too much for that.
People say that, in a nutshell, I'm calm, but curious; with a strong independent streak. They say I’m pretty mature for my age, I think that’s silly. I mean who’s mature at eleven?
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Miranda sees nothing but weakness when she looks at herself. However, bravery is not the trait of those without fear; it is the trait of those who despite that fear take that first step. Miranda has yet to realize her inner strength. The day she does, she might just become a force to be reckoned with. Until that day comes, she will step despite her “supposed” weakness to face the new day all the same. |
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2011 6:47 pm
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2011 9:13 pm
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2011 9:15 pm
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2011 9:17 pm
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2011 9:22 pm
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2011 9:26 pm
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2011 9:28 pm
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