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Posted: Thu Dec 06, 2012 1:34 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
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Marina was trying to enjoy her breakfast in peace and not fall asleep while eating. Unfortunately her relative calm was disrupted by a particularly noisy owl with a high pitched, keening, screech. She could have recognized it by the screech a mile away. She, or it as Marina liked to refer to it, was Banshee, the Aldreds' owl and the object of Marina's loathing. She absolutely despised the idiotic owl. And it hated her, always pecking at her or leaving dead things in her breakfast when it dropped off mail for her. Here it came, swooping down and doing it's very best to drop Marina's mail onto her pancakes. Oh, that was it! She wondered briefly if she would get in trouble for hexing an owl. The Slytherin sprang to her feet and caught the letter spiraling towards her pancakes in one hand, clenching her knife rather tightly in the other. Banshee screeched in disappointment and started to swoop at the redhead girl, but the look of cold fury directed towards it halted the bird in midair. Marina looked on grimly as the owl departed, not relaxing until it was gone. She turned to her letter, opening it up. It was from her parents, she didn't get mail from anyone else. She skimmed it quickly. Nothing of importance, just her mum complaining about the neighbor's dog running loose in their yard and her dad asking her how her grades were doing. Typical parent stuff. She folded it and shoved into her satchel, returning to her pancakes.
"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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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2012 8:27 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 31, 2012 6:29 am
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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
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Marina slipped into a seat at the table, for once bright eyed and not at all tired. She could hardly believe the year was over. It had all gone by so quickly. Next year she would be a third year... She still had to choose her electives, she realized. Well, there would be plenty of time for that. Right now she was in no rush. She glanced around at the others at the table. There was that prefect girl, what was her name, Jaslene? Something like that. And there was that first year Jesslyn or whatever her name was, the one with the twin brother. Didn't they have a half brother in Slytherin too? Oh, how would she know, it wasn't like she actually socialized with her fellow Slytherins. That would require hanging around the dungeons, and the dungeons made her nervous. They were too dark and cold. She had to walk with her wand lit up every time she went down there. Oh, there was that third year girl, who's name she couldn't recall at all, and Michelle. Brooding as usual. Marina gave her a small smile, still uncertain with her standing with the girl, as always.
"Endurance is nobler than strength, and has more patience than beauty."
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Mon Dec 31, 2012 7:21 am
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Posted: Mon Dec 31, 2012 9:20 am
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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
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Marina turned her head slightly, looking up at the older girl, a fellow pale redhead. Jessica Sassareth. She was a sixth year prefect, if Marina remembered correctly. The second year was usually very wary of the Slytherin prefects who were coincidentally all purebloods, which she was sure had something to do in their selection. After all, it was the house where blood was power. She hoped to break the tradition in her fifth year by becoming a prefect. She did have a perfect record, and near perfect grades. Marina studied Jessica for a moment before replying, trying to discern what the prefect's intentions were. She'd had a pretty good year, and she didn't want it ruined by being mocked at the end of term feast. "My year was good. Much better than the previous one," she answered, brown eyed gaze steady and firm. It had been a better year. She actually had friends: Ada and Nell. Granted, that wasn't a lot of friends, but better than none, which was how many she'd had last year. Oh, and the fact that she hadn't had a near death experience was a plus. She'd also gotten to curse out Dominic Montague in three different languages, which had been pretty fun, though a bit overboard. And Marina had finally gotten over he nightmares, thanks to the help of Professor Harlowe and the pensieve belonging to Mr. Edgeworth. And Damien, she supposed. He was actually pretty easy for her to get along with, if the two of them forgot about their difference in blood status, social standing, opinions, and pretty much everything. But he wasn't a pratty as he had been last year. And of course, he'd saved her life. That had earned him some points in her book. But was everything alright? This last question left her silent, and she looked around at the other Slytherins, who might never accept her for who she was. She realized that she didn't give a rat's arse. And it felt good. Because when Marina thought about it, she had it a heck of a lot easier than the rest of them. There were no expectations for her, she was simply 'the Aldred girl', the halfblood, the outsider. The dragon in a house of snakes. The thing was, snakes couldn't fly. But she could. Marina smiled, a real grin, at Jessica. "Yeah, everything's fine. How about you?"
"Endurance is nobler than strength and has more patience than beauty."
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Mon Dec 31, 2012 10:12 am
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Posted: Mon Dec 31, 2012 2:03 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 31, 2012 3:17 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 31, 2012 3:26 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 31, 2012 3:35 pm
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𝕯ominic 𝕸ontague 𝔖𝔩𝔶𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯i𝔫 𝔓𝔲𝔯𝔢𝔟𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔡 Second Year, 𝔅eater
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The end of the year, it had dawned on him early this morning as he arose from sleep in the confines of his mothers office in the infirmary—he hadn’t wanted to brave the treacherous depths of the dungeon, or the static cold that sunk deep in the bones. It reminded him too much of home, and the funeral he had left Hogwarts for a fortnight to attend to. His cousin, Annabelle, likely won’t show her face here tonight, he’d have bet his life on it, if it weren’t for the cruelty of irony that bled like liquid copper in his mouth, so metallic and bitter.
A part of him was ashamed to show his face out here tonight—he had missed every single game this year, Belle’s too, and because of it, they’d lost miserably. He had to choke back the sarcasm welling up in his throat behind a closed dam, the smallest crack would suffice to bleed it all through.
But silence was golden.
Glancing up and down the row of students, his eyes narrowed, catching light of who was with who, and whom was not. Thin, wiry lips tightened to form a thin line across his chiseled jaw as the towering youth of twelve meandered down amongst the ranks of students to wade in the black waters with the snakes. Crystalline blue eyes sparkled, searching for those gems of pure obsidian, eyes he couldn’t find. Eli was no where to be found, the forlorn thought thundered in his chest—why was he even here?
She’s not…
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Essy ze Ninja Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Dec 31, 2012 3:56 pm
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