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Posted: Wed Mar 30, 2011 10:15 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 30, 2011 10:20 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 30, 2011 10:30 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 30, 2011 10:43 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 30, 2011 10:57 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 31, 2011 8:47 am
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The groundskeeper called the older students to the carriages and a figure emerged from the shadows. Therian had been hanging back. He didn't want to socialize. What would his classmates have had to say? 'How was your summer?' 'Oh great, my brother was killed and my mother had a nervous breakdown. The only high point was meeting someone crazier than me that beat the s**t out of me almost every day.' No, he wasn't in the mood to by happy and excited.
This had been a frustrating summer. Depression at the start but then frustrating. He had moved to the Three Broomsticks in Hogsmeade, well firstly to get out of the house, he couldn't bear to see his mother like that any longer, and second to get close to Zebulon Adolphus. He had heard that the man was starting a group to fight the wizards that called themselves the Tribunal.
When Therian showed up, the man had looked skeptical about letting him stay alone and unchaperoned. It seemed he already had a lone minor boarder. Levera was a orphan, she had no one. Not that she was like any orphan that he could imagine. When he thought 'orphan', he pictured a sad little face, timid demeanor and hungry for love. None of that was true with Levera. She seemed to be teetering on the edge of b***h and psychotic killer. But Therian liked her. She was so feisty and aggressive. She trained every day, running in the morning with the owner of the inn and then spending all day practicing Quidditch. The rest of the time, he specialized in annoying her.
He had been so angry for so long, it was comforting to see someone else that was full of rage and deadly intentions. He didn't know what it was that had caused her to have so much hate for the Tribunal but he didn't care. Someone else that understood blood hunger was an ally in his book. He didn't need reasons. Occassional he would talk Levera into sparring with him. He had pulled his punches at first, not actually wanting to hit a girl. But she did no such thing. But even with his physical strength and size, he wasn't a match for her skill. So he had to cheat, tickling was his best option.
It was just strange to see someone that even he thought needed to relax a little. Most people he wanted to kick in the teeth and scream at them to wake up and realize that they needed to fight the Tribunal. But Levera took it every bit as seriously as he did. When he saw her, he just wanted to make her smile.
Looking around the Station, he saw her near Zeb and Carynn. He had a lot of respect for the man, even though he kept refusing to let Therian in to the Noctelevis meetings. And he felt like they understood his pain. Not only did they know Roland, the same twisted b***h that killed Roland attacked Carynn and killed their unborn baby. They hadn't told him this but Carynn had a long recovery time and he asked around town and someone told him the tragic tale. But now, he saw Zeb and Carynn in a fairly passionate embrace, which was par for the course as he had seen over the summer. Levera was standing off to the side, trying not to notice them. With a small unwilling grin, he swooped down to them and strung his arm through Levera's pulling her along toward the carriages.
"Come on, killer. Let's leave these too along before it gets really inappropriate."
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Posted: Thu Mar 31, 2011 2:04 pm
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Bailey shivered as a the growing wind blew past her. She glanced up at the sky, her eyebrows raised. She hadn't realized how quickly it had darkened, and she wrapped her robes around Oliver, protecting him from the chill. Considering how it was nearly dark, she figured it must be getting late. The First Years had already ventured across the lake, and she knew the carriages would be departing soon. She smiled to the small crowd around her, a large part of which had either dispersed or paired off into separate conversations.
Lifting the bottom of her robes with one hand, and securing her pet tiger in the other, Bailey left the group herself, making her way to an empty carriage near the back of the line. As she sat down, Oliver crept out of her robes, stretching on her lap and letting out a screeching sigh. The fourth year caressed him as he fell into a laying position in her lap, and Bailey leaned back herself, getting comfortable for her ride up to the castle. She made sure to only occupy the right side of the seat, leaving room for any other students who would be needing a place to sit.[[To the courtyard!]]
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Posted: Thu Mar 31, 2011 5:06 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 31, 2011 7:26 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 31, 2011 7:42 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 31, 2011 7:44 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 31, 2011 8:11 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 31, 2011 8:33 pm
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