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 Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2012 11:08 am
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The hours pass
The clock still runs
And yet here I am.
Erianthe Acacia
Eternal Third Year☂Ravenclaw☂Ghost
Erianthe laughed at the idea of a dueling club. Had that been around while she were living, perhaps the Acacia Triplets wouldn't have been torn apart. "That sounds like a wonderful idea Belle, especially after last year," the girl said. "Now are ghosts going to be able to join?" she joked. What good would a dueling club do her now? It wasn't as though she could hold a wand.
"Jasmine, you're going to try out again right? Dad's still the Captain for the Irish team isn't he?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2012 11:15 am
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Jasmine Acacia Fourth Year Keeper
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Jasmine didn't know whether to be glad that her sister sought out her company, or upset that she didn't show herself sooner. After all, had the Aurors seen her, they probably could have asked who killed her, or if she knew the whereabouts of Zane. "I've always wondered that Michelle," the girl laughed. Now she knew the reasoning behind Tay's name. She would have asked herself if she hadn't been so preoccupied, but she was determined to be happy. At least for tonight. "I'm Jasmine Acacia, fourth year and hopefully still the Keeper for our Quidditch team.""I have to agree with my sister. And yes Eri, Dad's still the Captain, though honestly, he's been letting more quaffles go by than usual."║▌│█│║▌║││█ ▌█ ▌█ ▌ ║▌│█│║ "Grief is not as heavy as guilt, but it takes more away from you."
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2012 11:26 am
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2012 12:18 pm
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So you wanna call me the devils' advocate
But you don't even know the half of it
I was raised to believe in miracles
My life is so cold 
Fourth Year, Slytherin Seeker
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As Annabelle felt the passive, airy voice of Erianthe flutter upon guided winds, she smiled, soft and serene and sad. It was hard to ignore the sorrow that had lingered in the air like a bittersweet melody, but everyone had, so, I have to, too. So she smiled, bright and luminescent, even in the dark and cold. ”You’re more than welcome to come by and watch, if you wish, we’ll be showing up on Wednesday after classes at the clocktower courtyard."
When the conversation had drifted back to quidditch, she felt a small smile of relief replenish her heart as she shifted her eyes upon Jasmine. At the mention of their father, she felt almost felt intruding, to be listening on, and her gaze fell to the table beneath her, and instinctively, she reached for her goblet of pumpkin juice and brought it to her lips for a modest sip. By then, Michelle had greeted Jasmine, though, she could tell the banter she had had with Tay was absorbing too much of this girls attention.
That was never good.
Location: Slytherin Table with Michelle, Amanda,, Jasmine, Erianthe, Jessica Desires: Perfection Troubles: Patience
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Essy ze Ninja Vice Captain
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Essy ze Ninja Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2012 12:36 pm
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Slip out the back before they know you were there
and at the worst you'll see nobody cares, you don't want to be around when it all goes down...
 William Dante Nott the Third
Fifth Year, Slytherin Prefect
That smile, he tilted his head, his own smile growing with conniving ambition and caustic merriment as he eyed her intuitively. I’ve seen it before.. But he didn’t know where. His thoughts raced in rapid tempest, a raging storm of static ideas and poisonous dreams all bleeding into one until it took the monster within him to quell the battle, and just smile.
Just smile…
”Oho—is that what you think?” His dark thundering voice rolled in low laughter, as he tilted his head with genuine interest, those gold malevolent eyes flashing with livid interest. He shook his head as though to prove her wrong, though not a sound spurred from the chasms of his chest as he suppressed the grin, and only smiled. ”If you could never know what it feels to be guilty, then when will you ever know that you’re having fun?
“The trick? Is to be indifferent.”
[[[[Got to go for now]]]]
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Location: Slytherin Table
Mood: Amused
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..even heroes know when to be scared.
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2012 12:57 pm
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Essy ze Ninja Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2012 4:15 pm
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Slip out the back before they know you were there
and at the worst you'll see nobody cares, you don't want to be around when it all goes down...
William Dante Nott the Third
Fifth Year, Slytherin Prefect
”Aaah-,” he chuckled darkly, tossing his head back and allowing the humorous growl to slither past his cavernous pit guarded by jagged white teeth. ”Indifference is a subjective term, to be sure.” He had warned but explained no further, a glint glowing in his eyes like molten gold. Cocking a brow to the heights of his forehead, he narrowed his gaze as though to study her, a smile widening on his lips. This bundle of first years proved to be much more entertaining than the last…
And he was more than quite pleased.
”You’re going to have fun in this house—I can tell.” He complimented, bemusement contorting in those golden eyes of his, the trademark to the Nott name. Calamity contorted beneath his fingers again, fighting a way out for release again, but he smiled and he held to this surrender—at least until he was free. The sorting would end soon, and the feast would begin—but he’d have to wait, and wait longer still. He and Jessica would be the ones directing the first years, and the Slytherins, to the common room and brandish the lot with the password.
Then he’d be free, again.
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Location: Slytherin Table
Mood: Amused
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..even heroes know when to be scared.
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2012 4:27 pm
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2012 4:51 pm
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2012 5:38 pm
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Essy ze Ninja Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2012 6:25 pm
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So you wanna call me the devils' advocate
But you don't even know the half of it
I was raised to believe in miracles
My life is so cold
Fourth Year, Slytherin Seeker
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Belle exchanged an instinctual and furtive glance towards Jessica, the two had come to the same conclusion, so it seemed. The initial spark between the fifth year and first year was, unexpected, to say the least, she hadn't ever seen Tay banter so, so--nicely--before. There were the scarce occasions where she knew his father had instigated, such, but... it was odd, to say the very least. Shame, Belle reflected with a meek smile, she seemed so nice, too. But, if there was anyone who knew the potential of a feigned smile—well—it was her. The downcast shadow of her mother and father’s wishes had always burdened her, colliding with her blood and growing heavy with salt, and iron, she could barely stand at times. Knowing full and well that their idea for her was the same as Professor Dakier’s mockery of her—a bebe-maker—he had so sweetly deemed it.
But not a furrow of her brow or a wrinkle at her lip could be seen as all of this flashed behind her pale green misted eyes, Annabelle was lost in a world all her own, full of carved smiles and painted joy. ”Oh?” The soft words left her pouted lips as she tore away from the first year, shamelessly feeding her vices, to direct her attention upon the ailing redhead that had surprised her at every turn. ”Of course you can, come, sit.” She motioned happily with a wave. ”How was your summer?”
Location: Slytherin Table with Jessica, Michelle, Amanda, Jasmine, Erianthe, Desires: Perfection Troubles: Patience
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2012 6:40 pm
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Slip out the back before they know you were there
and at the worst you'll see nobody cares, you don't want to be around when it all goes down...
William Dante Nott the Third
Fifth Year, Slytherin Prefect
”And I agree wholeheartedly,” he admonished with a smirk of slow coursing venom with honey dipped dreams and candy coated promises of sweet sincerity and utter delight woven amidst a strong jawline and heavy brow. As he shifted the perilously gold depths of iris onto Jasmine and her double bladed comment, he shifted suddenly, adjusting his green and silver Slytherin tie and his luscious black robes, which, curiously lacked any hint of emerald or serpentine pride, and instead, every detail upon him embellished the proud sigil of the Nott family, the English Bullmastiff. It adorned every button and the silver pattern repeated upon the inlay of his robes proudly.
The cozened innocence of Michelle’s wink hadn’t gone unnoticed by him, I wonder, and in fact, it only bred more curiosities. His mind struggled to search for her surname through the ranks, though likely, he’d have to wait to have a talk with one of his uncles contacts to find out for sure…
Now smiling once again, he clasped his calloused fingers around the neck of his goblet and rose into the air. ”Michelle, tell me about yourself.” He encouraged innocently, his eyes twinkling over the rim before he brought the cool glassy edge to his lips for a swig of juice.
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Location: Slytherin Table
Mood: Amused
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..even heroes know when to be scared.
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Essy ze Ninja Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2012 7:07 pm
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2012 7:40 pm
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Essy ze Ninja Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2012 8:01 pm
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Slip out the back before they know you were there
and at the worst you'll see nobody cares, you don't want to be around when it all goes down...
William Dante Nott the Third
Fifth Year, Slytherin Prefect
Gold interlocked with gray, static fusion fluxing between, like the sun and moon, vying for light. Weaving his fingers together, his woven hand held his chin as he propped his elbows upon the table, still waiting for the feast to appear. Every once in a while, the world around them thundered as the house of Slytherin was called upon several more times, and eager students began to walk down from the stool towards them. He never joined them, never stirring from his leaned forward position, statuesque and foreboding. With a smile to pull strings, and a glint in his eyes that simply knew too much, Tay bit back his words, his tongue thrashing behind his teeth at the words unspoken.
”What do you value most in life?” The question itself rolled effortlessly off of his tongue, purposefully avoiding that comfort zone of questions held in the arsenal of every first year. Pushing one chess piece forward, after the next.
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Location: Slytherin Table
Mood: Amused
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..even heroes know when to be scared.
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Jessica restrained herself from rolling her eyes at Michelle's actions, keeping her face neutral but relaxed,