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 Posted: Mon Jan 30, 2012 5:44 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 30, 2012 6:42 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 30, 2012 9:17 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 30, 2012 9:31 pm
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 {"It's only fear..."}'-,,-' { Thomas Doyle Findeler }'-,,-' {"...It's only my destiny!"}[ Second-year ; Slytherin ]
Thomas smirked, before casually lacing his hands back behind his head.
"You could say that. There's lots to be done; hoping to get a spot on the house team this year, among other things.", he replied with an amused tone to Daisy's question. He cracked an eye-lid open at her when she mentioned Yia's hair. He wasn't sure he'd ever seen his hair turn green before but didn't speak as Yia explained his gifts; he suppressed a chuckle, his own thoughts coinciding with Yia's, ironically enough.
When the girl Daisy had introduced as Rose spoke up. His sharp gaze re-opened as he flashed a look of concern her way. He felt like he related with her more than anyone knew, what with his spat with Elizabeth only moments ago.
"I'm sorry to hear that." He offered her with an inviting glace. "Who is, 'him', if you don't mind me asking?"
In a weird way, he felt like listening to somebody else's family troubles might make him feel better about his, or at least give him some ideas of how he was going to make things right with Lizzy.
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Posted: Mon Jan 30, 2012 9:43 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 31, 2012 2:46 am
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Posted: Tue Jan 31, 2012 7:05 am
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Second year, Slytherin
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 
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Billowing wisps of clouds fluttered by, hidden only by the sheer reflection of herself through the untainted windowpane of the compartment she had been featured in, which, had gone by truly uneventfully enough. She had managed and maintained a positive veneer, though, she couldn’t help but feel the static animosity protruding from Charlotte, and even so, wouldn’t have been able to pinpoint the cause of it all. She squirmed, nearly visibly, under the stare of both Jessica and Charlotte, both upperclassmen, while she titillates over the reasons why, if even, she was not wanted. And in truth, she had barely noticed the nonchalance of Devin’s motions, as he, inconspicuously, slid his arm atop the back of the seat she hadn’t even been leaning against, but rather, had seated herself properly to the edge with perfect posture and one petite foot tucked behind the other in a formal stance that utterly screamed of its uncomforting disease. She had grown too accustomed, anyway, to notice.
Gentle chatter ensued, mindless rabbling from the minds of three young girls, though, neither one of them seemed closely in tune with the other, as, all of them, transpired in a pre-programmed biological war of gender, and affection. None of this truly mattered to Belle, though, and she couldn’t help but shake the forlorn and nostalgic smile that graced her lips each and every instance she had noticed the recount of friendship between Char and Jess, stronger with every moment, an unyielding bond she had always hoped to achieve but had never truly found. Initially, it had always abruptly ended because she was a Rich. And the way that Jessica had fit her face to her name had caused her to bottle up in silence for a small duration. At least until the ruckus of the howler had permeated through the train.
When, at once, Belle and Devin climbed off of the train and skidded past the concrete structure of the train station, her gaze roamed to meet the abandoned carriages magically maneuvering themselves from one end of the grounds to the next. ”It truly does,” Belle had recounted with more heart than ever truly offered before. She had always dreamed of a castle, of a home to herself, without the persistence of her mother’s receding health and her father’s aristocratic demeanor. ”Oo, I just can’t wait for try-outs this year- I wonder who’s going to be Slytherin captain, so many of the team members graduated last year…”
It was at this moment that Belle felt something akin to sorrow, further on ahead, she noticed, where the hillside grass began to sweep into gently rolling waves, she spotted a blight. Though from where she stood, all she could observe was a wash of syllables dyed with a delightful accent, and the withering sight of a small blonde rushing away from a Slytherin boy, whom, she had known only because of his affiliation with William Nott the Third, a boy she’d be more than thrilled to rid herself of, if the chance ever arose. ”I’m sorry, Dev, I have to go see someone really quick. Why don’t you go on ahead to the carriages? I’ll meet you there.” She barely explained with a promise as she stepped away from both Hufflepuff and her half-kneazle at once to follow her heart.
”Are you alright?” Belle inquired several minutes after the young girl of her pursuit had decidedly sat upon a worn and weathered rock. As she came closer, she inspected the familiar golden hues of the Hufflepuff house color and was still a bit surprised to note how lonely she was. Carefully tread steps had swept her away from the over trodden path that would carry her to the carriage, and instead, swirled around to face the girl, whom, she had now realized seemed a year or two older than herself.
Location: Off the path with Elizabeth Belding Desires: Peace Troubles: Curiosity
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Does what I'm wearing seem to shock you?..... Well, that's okay 'Cause what I'm thinking about you..... is not okay I've got it on my mind to change my ways But I don't think I can be anything other than me
No, I don't think I can be anything other than me
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Essy ze Ninja Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Jan 31, 2012 8:41 am
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Posted: Tue Jan 31, 2012 8:57 am
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A house divided...
Cannot stand... We must stand together...
 
Woil looked between the three, there was a big blank here that the boy had no idea how to fill. A crisis? Could he... Maybe he could tell the girls about Roi. "Um... I've had a bit of a crisis myself, and you probably wouldn't believe if I told you... Still, Thomas has witnessed it, Yia has too." He said staring down at the floor of the carriage. He put his hands together and thought, all four houses were in this one carriage. Maybe they could spread the message...
"There's a demon inside the school right now, a vile demon, who's pretending to be a student. He's currently in Slytherin house." He said looking at Rose and then at Daisy. He continued, "He's possessed William Dante Nott the Third, you may know him as Tay. He's a violent spirit and right now, him posing as a student is keeping everyone else safe. However, he is gathering followers, he's already been corrupting people. Like Thomas here." He said shooting a glare at the boy. He leaned back against the back of the carriage as it began to move, taking his hands apart. This was a very spooky time to be saying this tale...
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Location: In the carriages with Thomas, Rose, Daisy, and Yia.
Injuries: Squeezed...
Mood: Strange...
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Or we will all die alone...
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Posted: Tue Jan 31, 2012 9:57 am
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Posted: Tue Jan 31, 2012 10:07 am
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Posted: Tue Jan 31, 2012 11:39 am
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 {"I just have to keep telling myself..."}'-,,-' { Elizabeth Marie Belding }'-,,-' {"...I'm not as alone as I feel."}[ Third-year ; Hufflepuff ]
Elizabeth's gaze shifted down to the young girl that had addressed her, surprised anyone had followed her. She tried to put a name to a face but she was certain she didn't know the curious Slytherin. She seemed friendly enough, at least for the moment, and Elizabeth's contemplative expression melted to a more warm, and inviting overtone. She hadn't shied from conversation throughout the night so far, and it hadn't steered her wrong so far.
"I'll be alright." She affirmed with a warm smile. "It is nothing a warm meal and a good night's sleep can't cure."
She decided she'd done enough procrastinating and sulking, and welcomed the girl as a needed distraction. Thomas had only partially ruined her evening and the sooner she got to the castle, the sooner she could prove it. She picked Delice off her lap, before carefully but tactfully climbing down off the boulder so she'd be at a better position to have a conversation with the girl.
"Elizabeth Belding", she said, emphasizing her surname in residual pang of malice swirling within her. She bowed her head in greeting, before offering another smile. "But I go by 'Lizzy'. -- So what about you? Why didn't you get on the carriages with the other students? ", She asked, dusting off her robes of any residual dust and moss from the stone.
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Posted: Tue Jan 31, 2012 12:13 pm
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{"It's only fear..."}'-,,-' { Thomas Doyle Findeler }'-,,-' {"...It's only my destiny!"}[ Second-year ; Slytherin ]
Thomas couldn't help the laugh that resulted from Woil's statement, though he caught himself quickly as he leaned forward in his seat and released a sigh; could he not put down his facade for even a moment?
She shot Woil a poisonous look as Woil leaned back in his place making any sort of extended eye-contact impossible. He was filled with a fiery anger, as he thought about just who it had been that was possessed before William. Woil owed William everything... and with that thought it mind, he felt his resolve strengthen.
"Corrupt indeed.", Thomas said calmly with an amused, skeptical tone, turning his attention back to Rose and Daisy. "I've seen nothing for myself, and only have what these two have told me. William is a good friend of mine, and I spoke with him not long ago. -- I assure you, he's perfectly fine."
The lie melted off his tongue like bitter poison; he knew what had happened, still, he was certain he'd witnessed the exchange between Woil and William without any being the wiser. He looked away towards the back of the carriage, feeling a tinge of regret and sadness welling within him; he wished he'd tried to do more to dissuade William, but wasn't ready to give up on him; he could play the role he'd chosen long enough to find the answers Yia needed to finish Roi once and for all.
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Essy ze Ninja Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Feb 01, 2012 6:25 am
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Second year, Slytherin
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
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The urge to fight the blithering smile that shone on her face had been half-hearted, though, and to say she was relieved that she would not have to endure the salty taste of tears striking her ears with a feverish passion, would have been an understatement. In every aspect of the word, Annabelle was feminine, a lady, unless of course, you counted the rivalry and competitive assurance that gyrated a bit beyond the tom-boyish spectrum. It was clear her upbringing had bid her to be polite and well-mannered, though, the dirt under her nails and the lively fire that bounced in her eyes screamed that she could be so much more, if she was able too. Annabelle held the same sort of misery akin to her aura that Lizzy held, one that broke the backs of the weak-willed and faint of heart, one that ordinarily would have sent a woman spiraling into madness, had it not been for the pride. And as those pale green misted eyes focused upon the details of her newfound companion, she couldn’t help but notice the deliberateness of the proposed surname. Of course Annabelle had heard of the qualms situated within the House of Belding, she had read her fair share of Witch’s Weekly, and, woman always love to bring other women down. It was with this purpose that Annabelle tilted her head with a meek smile and then shrugged, to answer the question that she had been mulling about for the past few stretching seconds. ”I’m Belle… Annabelle Rich.” There was an obvious undertone hidden there, one of silent understanding on her British tongue.
”And, oh, I guess I don’t really know.” She offered truthfully enough, though when she glanced back to inspect the carriages, only so few were left. ”What can I say? I’m too much of everything, and it can get overwhelming.” Or at least, the empathy within her was beginning to drain her dry. ”C’mon, or we’re going to miss all of the carriages and have to walk.”
Location: Off the path with Elizabeth Belding Desires: Peace Troubles: Curiosity
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