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 Posted: Fri Jun 03, 2011 1:26 pm
   As suspected, Nevin's glowing smiled coincided with one of her own, and as he spoke of his summer, Bailey couldn't help but notice that his voice sounded a bit deeper to her. "That's great, Nevin!" She said in response to his comment about Quidditch. Her curiosity reached its peak when he asked to talk to her in private, but she didn't let it show on her face. "Yeah, not a problem." Her head nodded mechanically as she agreed and followed him away from the crowd. 
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Posted: Fri Jun 03, 2011 1:30 pm
Leanna Blackhawk  Leanna looked at the boy who had just joined the small group. Not used to being around people her own age, she tried to be as friendly as she could. The only people she had really known were her Mother, Father, Uncle and her raven Luna. Other than them, she had been alone. She didn't even find out that there was a girl next door about her age, until last year, "Hi, I'm Leanne," she said with cheerful smile, holding out her hand.
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Posted: Fri Jun 03, 2011 1:33 pm
 I think I'm living a dream come true, whenever I am with you... ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄
Austin Brighton, second year Hufflepuff, stepped off the Hogwarts express. He couldn't believe one year ago he had stepped off here and begun his magical education. The young Hufflepuff's eyes scanned the crowd. He steeped out of the gathering students and stood at the side his eyes searching for a certain one.
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Posted: Fri Jun 03, 2011 1:40 pm
~Nevin Asphodel~
~Fourth Year~  
"Over there looks good" he said before he began walking. He made sure to keep his pace slow enough so Bailey could both see him and keep up with him within the large crowd.
Once there, the sound of the growing mass of people was lessened. Now they could speak in a much calmer tone. "There much better." he laughed slightly. "Um well, first of all I made you something over the summer. As a sort of thank you for all the help you've been both as a friend and as a fellow Quidditch player" he said with only slight nervousness at the beginning of his words. He felt a bit silly about how he spoke that sentence but it had already been said so no worrying over spilt milk, might as well continue. As he spoke he pulled out a small necklace box and presented it to her. Inside was a finely crafted necklace
"My mother does this sort of thing on occasion and I had her teach me how to do it, sorry if that is a bit odd" he said with a laugh. Before he continued he waited for her response to the gift.
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Posted: Fri Jun 03, 2011 1:46 pm
  Turning to watch the students now climbing out of the train at a steady rate, Rudolphus turned back towards the girl as he was addressed. Giving her a quick glance up and down, he held out his hand a bit rigidly and shook hers. "Rudolphus Gaspar," he said, with a seeming air of formality. However, this was just his nerves, as he had never really associated with anyone his own age aside from his siblings, and most of his contact with other wizards had been as he helped in his father's shop.
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Posted: Fri Jun 03, 2011 1:56 pm
Preston Alistair Kingsleigh
Preston's sleep was cruelly destroyed when the train fell to a sudden stop, releasing the loud, cacophonous sound which woke him. He grumbled the customary words of annoyance before slowly forcing himself up from the seat. His fellow cabin-mates had yet to change into their clothes, so they started to usher him out the room. "A'm goin'!" He said in a huff, picking up his fallen cook book and stuffing the thing into his robe pocket. Unlike his train companions, the Gryffindor had gotten into his school clothes ages ago.
'My robes are wrinkled by sleep...,' the brunette blandly observed, sauntering down the carpeted hallway towards the exit. Preston stopped, to the annoyance of a Seventh Year, Slytherin, and pulled out his wand. He murmured something under his breath while making a large, graceful wand motion. After his charm was performed, Preston's robes unwrinkled themselves. The Fourth Year jumped off the train and onto the pavement with a small 'thummp.'
Stretching, the teen noticed a girl the same year as him. Despite have classes together, they weren't particularly close. 'Which twin is it?' Preston wondered, making his way towards her. He knew the two sisters had differing hairstyles, but sometimes they switched it up, so you could identify based on that all the time. Sure, he and the girls weren't all that close, but the brunette never passed up an opportunity to chat with a pretty little creature, especially if she cold hold a conversation.
"Hello," the Gryffindor greeted with a small, charming smile. "How wis yer summer... Madeline?" Preston inquired. He didn't mean to make the question so blatant, but it was. 'Should of just left out the name.' His brain commented, noting his worry.
Fourth Year, Gryffindor
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Posted: Fri Jun 03, 2011 1:57 pm
 Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.
Tyler Dean, Third year Gryffindor, stood on the train platform. He looked around searching for his friends. He had not seen Kaera or Ryn at all except for the Quidditch world cup, Which England had come victorious against The United states of America. The crowd had gone crazy and Tyler had kissed Ryn right in front of his dad. He smiled at the thought. "Where are they?" he muttered as he began through the crowd.
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Posted: Fri Jun 03, 2011 2:43 pm
Leanna BlackhawkLeanne could tell something was up. Maybe he wasn't used to being around other people yet? Who knows. Having a feeling that there was going to be a bit of a wait, she popped open her trunk and pulled out her father's old alchemy log. This was her father's third log, and she had only gotten to page 460 of the 600. Not to mention the seven other logs she had to read and the ones her father had yet to finish.
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Posted: Fri Jun 03, 2011 2:52 pm
  Hᴜғғʟᴇ✧ᴘᴜғғ ₪ ₪ ₪ ₪ ₪ ₪ ≑ ╩ ≑ ₪ ₪ ₪ ₪ ₪ ₪ Fᴏᴜʀᴛʜ✧Yᴇᴀʀ≔≖≖≖≖≖≖≖≖≖≖ ≍≍≍≍≍╚ ❂ ╝≍≍≍≍≍ ≖≖≖≖≖≖≖≖≖≖≕Maybe it was the subtle hiss of steam, the continuous chatter of passing students, or maybe it was just the distant sounds of the night, but for some reason it didn't feel like school was starting. It didn't really feel like anything was starting. At first, Madeline was sure that the current tone called changing her mindset towards the future.
Yet, nothing has changed, she thought feeling the buzz of earlier drain away. Instead a dullness settled in and she felt a tiredness slip into her bones. The words of her grandmother slithered into her head,Submit to the way of things...Be content with your lot. Words that left a sour taste in her mouth, one that she now knew had left a far worst taste in her sister's mouth.
Stil it is goo- her thought cut off as she noticed a boy heading towards her. For a moment, she just blinked searching her mind for his name. A second later, she decide she could wing it with out it as she smiled and said, "Oh hello, been awhile hasn't it? Uh, my summer was alright. Spent most of it helpin' my Gram in the shoppe. Saved up for a new broom and all that. How was your summer?" ≔≖≖≖≖≖≖≖≖≖≖ ≍≍≍≍≍╔ OOC ╗≍≍≍≍≍ ≖≖≖≖≖≖≖≖≖≖≕Ѻüтḟї☂ ₪ ₪ ₪ ₪ ₪ ₪ ≑ ╦ ≑ ₪ ₪ ₪ ₪ ₪ ₪ ℳøø∂
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Posted: Fri Jun 03, 2011 3:17 pm
Stella could not believe that it had been a whole year since she had started at Hogwarts. Everything that had once looked so new and strange to her was now so familiar, from the lake to the castle, to the Quidditch Pitch off in the distance. The only new thing was the carriages, since first years took the boats across the lake. She had read that they were pulled by thestrals, winged horses that could only be seen by those who had witnessed a death. Stella, however, had never seen anyone die, so she could not see the horses. It's likely more exciting that way, Stella thought to herself, being able to pretend the horses aren't there and they're pulled by themselves...Stella looked around for one of her friends before choosing a carriage. She had sat with the other Slytherins on the Hogwarts Express, but was hoping to find one of her friends in another house for the carriage ride, before having to take her seat apart from them at the house table. Maybe Jack or Abi? Where were they? She grabbed a book out of her bag to read while she waited. It was Beating the Bludgers: A Study of Defensive Strategies in Quidditch. She had been hoping for a history book, but Stella shrugged and opened the cover. I may as well start studying before the season heats up, she thought to herself as she turned to the section on Keepers.
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Posted: Fri Jun 03, 2011 3:45 pm
 ℒεηησ✗ gαℓvαηι, Fιяsт Yεαяxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx -house-mood ► Anxious thought ► Where am I? location ► Hogsmeade Station Amidst the crowd, a boy of eleven takes careful footing on the steps off the train. The ride towards Hogsmeade wasn't the most desirable experience he ever had. For a majority of his time there, Lennox shunned himself near the window, watching the scenery slowly change outside the metal containment. Rejected from those who was unfortunate enough to take a seat by him. Although he did help himself from his isolation. But what was he to do? There was never much to talk about with him. It seemed everyone on the train knew that they were already witches and wizards, telling magical tales of flying and potion making that happened in their previous years. Brandishing their wands as if it were some trophy or bragging about having the latest in broomstick that national players used in their favorite Quidditch team. What did all these words mean? It was almost as some spoke another language with all this wizarding jargon. And what about him? He was stuck in the same school for all his life expecting a slightly more than average life only due to the fact of the random events that began to happen ever since he was seven.
His family. His mother. Father. Sister. Lennox left them all on that train station back in London. It tore his heart to face the fact that he wouldn’t be able to see them again until the winter break. His adorable little sister without anyone to look up to in his absence. Living without his parents…well that wasn’t all that bad. Sure these parental units provided him with food, clothing and shelter but it’s not like that was going away when he went to Hogwarts right?
Prior to boarding the train, he took a glance at Flourish and Blotts and read that house elves maintained those things on a daily basis. So technically there was no real reason to miss them. Just the symbolism and comfort that they brought to the table when the family was reunited for a mere four hours. Nothing that could be forgotten in the midst of all the magical doings in this new world in which he is being forced to live in.
His parents were in such disbelief the day his letter came in. If it wasn’t for the cloaked wizard that came along with it, conjuring magic in front of their eyes, they would have believed it was some prank a friend had mailed. Continued on to think that their child was just a bit more ‘different’ from the rest of them. The muggles. A small smile crept up his face at the word he had just recently learned. It filled him up to know that he was among the few to be gifted with magical powers while the rest of the world built devices around themselves to make life easier on them. It was nice to feel a hint of superiority once in a while. Even if it was just a tiny bit.
In the muggle world he was ‘special’. In the wizarding world, he was normal. He didn’t know what to be more scare off, the fact that he was willing to stoop so low just so that he could hold up some pride by being slightly more gifted than the common man or that fact that there were plenty more of him throughout the world. Perhaps it’s just best to not over think things. Lennox sighed. Like that was going to happen. Over thinking and misconstruing ideas was his specialty. It became so warped that it hardly resembled the truth anymore.
Being one of the first people to board the train gave him privileges of choosing empty compartments. His family did arrive an hour early after all. It was less awkward than being late and straining to find an empty room, embarrassing himself in front of others, asking if he could join in. Cold glares would overpower but let him in anyway, feeling sorry for someone like Lennox then disregard his existence as if he was never there. Mutual feelings hinting both parties were particularly judgmental about the other. A practice often in the mind of Lennox Galvani. Although choosing to keep those to himself but feeling remorseful for doing so in the first place.
His piercing cool gray eyes searched through the mounds of students. A born follower, he did his best to go with the crowd, hiding the panic in his features. There was no initial person to follow for he has yet to befriend someone. Hopefully someone would do so. He didn’t like to start conversations and preferred to look as if he too had a friend to chatter with. Deeply longing for friendship but never quite good at retaining them.
When in doubt, go with the crowd. A small dilemma was caused as most of the crowd seemed to part ways. Out of haste, he breaks into the crowd of second years and up. If it wasn’t for Professor Duke’s loud callings, he would have followed the rest to the carriages. Lennox was never a good listener. More so, not being able to hear what the speaker was uttering even if that person was at arm’s length away. Perhaps it was his brain perceiving and mentally processing which words and person were irrelevant to his life. Choosing to take out the unnecessary things from filling up his hard drive, yet mentally unaware of what was truly happening. Quick to forget as well. Not the most fortunate combination in personal characteristics.
Lennox did his best to keep his eyes on the glowing lantern, marking it as a destination in which he has locked on to his built in GPS. When he neared the woman yelling out directions, he halted amongst the gathered students. There was a feeling of comprehension and he could tell that he was starting to feel slightly claustrophobic. He did his best to keep his eyes on her, to distract himself from his obvious isolation to everyone else despite the fact of how close each body was to each other. From all his staring, he realizes how rude it was to be looking up at her like that all this time. No one else seemed to do anything about it though. Perhaps some further instructions were needed before this silent boy makes his move.  ∝╬══→▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬[☠]▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
work it harder • make it better
do it faster • make us stronger
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Posted: Fri Jun 03, 2011 3:46 pm
 It took a bit of time but Dante finally made it to the carriages. Once there he froze. Before he could never see the strange creatures known as Thestrals that pulled them but now, since the incident last year, he could. They were so strangely put together. One of the creatures turned it's head to look at him and it snorted. This motion was not anticipated and it caused him to jump slightly. He cringed as his arm shot a pain up into his shoulder. The pain shook him from his daze and he turned to look at Rose who seemed confused at her brothers actions. He only smiled. It seemed to early still to get on so instead he turned to examine the crowd. Maybe he could catch sight of Charon or Xenos.
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Posted: Fri Jun 03, 2011 4:19 pm
Rudolphus stood there for a moment as the girl pulled out a book, having expected a conversation to ensue. He looked over at the cover of her book for a few seconds, but not recognizing it he took a few steps away, placing himself away from the gathering group of first years like himself. He pulled a sickle from his pocket, twirling the silver coin absent-mindedly as his thoughts drifted towards the upcoming sorting. He was not nervous about it, having no idea what house he wanted to be in anyways. His father had been a Slytherin and wanted his son to follow in his footsteps, but Rudolphus had heard of the traits favored by the houses, and he didn't like to think ambitious was the most defining of his traits. He had no aspirations of power, but greatness.... Maybe. If there was one thing he would try to be great in, he knew what it would be, and that thoughts led him back to his own book. Being a Hufflepuff, like his mother, would not be so bad, though. If they were all like her, however, he didn't know if he'd like his fellows if he was placed there. She had always been easily offended, and Rudolphus had a tendency of being quite blunt. one of the reasons his father had him work in the back at the shop the last year, as opposed to being paraded around the front when he was young. Now that was his sister's job, becoming an adorable little mascot in the last year. There was a soft clink as he dropped the sickle. He muttered a few choice words under his breath, to help abate the embarrasment he felt having to bend down and pick it up. He stuffed the coin back into his pocket and pushed thoughts of the sorting out of his mind for a while. It was happening soon enough, and there was no point dwelling about it.
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Posted: Fri Jun 03, 2011 4:23 pm
 ❝ IGRAINE TILLY BOULSTRIDGE ❞
Iggy stepped off the train and glanced around as steam from the engine wafted around her small figure, a hand clasped around the hand-rail. Her black, plain robes billowed around her a little in a soft breeze and she pulled her long hair around her left shoulder. Where should she go? Iggy didn't have any experience at all dealing with the Wizarding World, nothing much past Diagon Alley anyway and the witch that had visited her home to inform her parents and herself.
She glanced around the platform as she drew her robes tight around her figure, gaze flicking from person to the next. Should she just walk up to one of them and ask? Or just wait until the first years were called? Would she even hear the adult?! She huffed softly to herself and fidgeted from one foot to the other.
Bugger.
FIRST YEAR
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Posted: Fri Jun 03, 2011 4:40 pm
Rebecca Finch, 2nd Year, Ravenclaw Rebecca stepped off of the train, glad to be back at Hogwarts. She hoped to see Roisin or someone else she had gotten to know.The smoke from the train rustled her hair as she looked around. 
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