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Posted: Sun Sep 23, 2012 6:10 pm
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Posted: Sun Sep 30, 2012 4:01 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 01, 2012 6:17 pm
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Caitlin watch as the second year chaser, Remy, she believed fly across the field several times either going to the goals or going in for a steal. She then noticed Sam flying around and flashing her a smile. Well, she thought it was for her. And she couldn't help but smile back. It truly seemed fun to be out in the air, playing Slytherin. And we were tied, so far, and they could only go up from there, right? And Sam was sure to catch the snitch, he hadn't lost yet! Caitlin looked the Slytherins over, they had a fair team, from what she saw at least. She bit her lip, thinking it would be a close match. She looked at Sam, he seemed a bit distraught. Then she heard Remy try to encourage him, and she decided to do the same. "C'mon Sam! You can do it!" Caitlin shouted, hoping he'd find the Snitch soon. Listening to: OOC: Outfit in the picture.
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Posted: Tue Oct 02, 2012 7:25 pm
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Posted: Thu Oct 04, 2012 4:50 am
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Posted: Thu Oct 04, 2012 5:11 am
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Posted: Sat Nov 17, 2012 12:26 pm
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Relationship Status: Single // Age:13 // Injuries/Illnesses: None // Orphan
The first Quidditch match of the year, and Mandy would be playing in it. Things had not changed much from last year. Leo still disliked Quidditch, and hated crowds, but he was still as devoted to Amanda as ever. So game after game, he would bravely face down his worst nightmares to cheer on the beautiful blonde. That's why he always made sure to get here early; to beat the crowd. There were very few students here already, and none that he recognized. Trodding slowly on the icy stands, he plodded towards the top, so he could have the best view with the least people. Reaching his seat, he peered down at the teams, but couldn't spot Amanda. Oh well, he'd see her soon. Besides, he wished her good luck this morning at breakfast. He was confident she would do well.
((OOC: ))
Fear has its use but cowardice has none.
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Posted: Sat Nov 17, 2012 1:12 pm
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Eliora BlakeFirst YearSlytherin
Eliora was excited. She had never seen a live Quidditch match before, and she was glad that Slytherin would be playing first. And against Hufflepuff, no less! Wasn't the howler girl in Hufflepuff? Eliora smirked. She hoped she played Quidditch. Eliora wasn't stupid, and Ronyo, who Eli had found out was Dom's Quidditch captain, was had been nervous about Dominic's temper. She had listened around and heard whispers of how cruel Dom could be when he played, how intense. He had a streak last year and it seemed like it worked out because Slytherin seemed to win. A lot. She couldn't wait to see him play.
Eliora wished that she wasn't so bad at flying. She might have had fun playing this game... but not everyone is good at everything, and flying just was not in the stars, it seemed, for little Eliora Blake. This suited her just fine... Perhaps she would become an animagus. Gods knew she wasn't a Seer... That skipped a couple generations, and her Grandma had been one. So while Greatness seemed the destiny for whatever children she may have, Eliora would have to fight for it.
Eli's heart fluttered as several players walked out onto the field. Would the game start soon?.. she wondered, as she watched, keeping an eye out for Dominic.
Translations: Currently: Excited about Quidditch.Outfit:Super cute. Accent:Very Welsh. Thoughts: This should be fun!
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Posted: Sat Nov 17, 2012 1:54 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 17, 2012 2:00 pm
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How did we get here? When I used to know you so well?
Marina Eugenie Aldred, Proud Halfblood, Slytherin Second Year
Wearing Mood: Bored Thoughts: Good old Middle Earth... With: No one Location: Stands
Marina settled into a seat near the top of the stands. It was a nice day and fairly warm out, so she was wearing a dress for once and flats. She'd managed to wrestle her curls into submission, and had clipped her red locks back so they wouldn't blow around in the breeze. Last year she had only come to one game; she hated flying so what was the point in enviously watching other people who excelled at something she did not? Unfortunately, she'd made the mistake of mentioning this to her parents. Her father had been outraged, he'd been a Hufflepuff beater and was still in denial about Marina's poor flying skills, despite watching her fall off of brooms repeatedly when he attempted to teach her. Marina had thought he would get the message the last time he'd tried to teach her, and she'd fallen 60 feet: crashing through the branches of the tree she'd been above, and broken an arm, a leg, several ribs, and her collarbone. Yes, good times. She still had a scar from that, a thin jagged white line that went from the left side of her neck all the way to her shoulder. Marina usually covered it with makeup; she felt like she was falling again every time she looked at it. Her mother had encouraged her to go be 'social' and go. Everyone else did, anyway. So here she was, bored out of her mind. Good thing she'd brought a book. An old, tattered copy of J.R.R. Tolkien's The Hobbit was in presently in her lap, and she let herself get lost in the world of Middle Earth. Wizards rode sensible things there, like eagles. Not brooms.
"Endurance is nobler than strength and has more patience than beauty."
How did we get here? Well I think I know...
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Sat Nov 17, 2012 2:14 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 17, 2012 2:24 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 17, 2012 2:52 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 17, 2012 3:24 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 17, 2012 3:46 pm
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