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Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2012 3:26 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2012 3:28 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2012 3:33 pm
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2012 3:38 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2012 3:40 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2012 4:26 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2012 4:33 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2012 4:45 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2012 6:27 pm
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Damien EdgeworthSlytherin // First Year // Slytherin Table // WearingCURRENTLY WITH // Michelle and other SlytherinsCURRENTLY FEELING // FascinatedCURRENTLY THINKING // 'Do I know her or not... and how did a Boggart get into the Great Hall?═════════════════════════════════
Damien cocked an eyebrow at the girl, inclining his head apologetically. "Forgive me, miss. You turned to me and spoke my name, I assumed you were saying hello. Although I don't recall your name, I couldn't help but think you looked familiar. So you must understand my confusion. But, since I do have your attention, have we met before? You clearly know me." Something about her hair... that white blonde color was so unusual... even lighter than his mother's. And her skin, so pale, paler even than his. She looked so distinctive, and yet he couldn't recall when they might have met. Of course, she was a Slytherin, so she clearly had breeding. Perhaps their families knew one another? He searched her face for answers, for some recognition.
The commotion with the Boggart began, and Damien watched with a vague, distanced interest. Truthfully, he found boggarts fascinating. They were quite possible the most interesting creature in all of the magical world as far as he was concerned. He had no idea what form it would take if it ever faced him. In his pride, he would never admit to the fear of being more afraid of his father than anything or anyone. It was shameful. He watched the episode with interest, paying special attention to the boggart's in between phases, searching desperately for a clue to what it might look like when alone. 'What do you look like when there is no one to be afraid of you? I bet your true form is more terrifying than anything any of these children are afraid of.' He continued to look over the events taking place, not moving to involve himself, not speaking. He was still waiting on Michelle's reply, after all, and he would hate to be rude again.
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(( OOC: ))...
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Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2012 6:49 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2012 7:01 pm
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