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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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 Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2017 12:05 pm
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Where do bad folks go when they die?
They don't go to heaven where the angels fly!
They go to the lake of fire and fry...
Won't see them again 'till the fourth of July.
I knew a lady who came from Duluth;
She got bit by a dog with a rabid tooth-
ΛĿƐӾΛИDƐŔ
ṖĤĪĿĿĪṖ
ΛѴƐŔY
fourth year │ gryffindor │ pureblood
Alec had been interrupted by the whistle of the train and call of the conductor, and so Lucy's question was only properly answered once they'd found a compartment and were seated, Wiley dozing on the seat next to Alec. "Yeah, from Sera," he snorted at the reference to his older sister. "She's the type to like, hoard blackmail material in there, at least while she was still in school. What'd you want it for?" It's probably a good place to snog without worrying about getting caught by prefects, a tiny voice piped up in his head rather nastily, and he cheerfully strangled it into silence. Now was.. definitely not the time. Lucy probably saw him as like, her twin brother, not a... whatever.
She went to her grave just a little too soon;
And she flew away howling on the yellow moon!
Now the people cry and the people moan...
And they look for a dry place to call their home.
And try to find some place to rest their bones-
While the angels and the devils try to make them their own.
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2017 12:17 pm
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2017 12:33 pm
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We're bound to wait all night;
She's bound to run amok.
Invested enough in it anyhow,
To each his own...
The Garden needs sorting out-
She curls her lips on the bow;
And I don't know if I'm dead or not.
ᴍʏʀᴏɴ
ɴᴀᴛʜᴀɪʀ
ʜᴀʀɢʀᴀᴠᴇ
halfblood │ second year │ gryffindor
Myron rolled his eyes. "She loves flying, so she'd be more likely to steal it than burn it, probably." He was planning on trying out for the Gryffindor team this year, but Callista was likely to try out next year. He hoped she never made first string, even if she was a Slytherin; he didn't look forward to playing against her sister. The dark-haired boy frowned briefly at the mention of thestrals, but just let Jock out of his crate instead. The all white, except for the black patch on one eye, bull terrier immediately scrambled up onto the seat next to his master, with some difficulty due to his rather stumpy legs. "Chill out," Myron reprimanded the dog, who ignored him, panting happily and searching the boy's pockets for treats with a rough tongue. "At least we're not stuck with a bunch of first years," he muttered. Now that he was a mature, sophisticated second year, all the nervous new first years hurrying down the train corridor in search of seats seemed impossibly childish and juvenile.
Come on and get the minimum;
Before you open up your eyes,
This army has so many heads-
To analyze...
Come on and get your overdose;
Collect it at the borderline,
And they want to get up in your head...
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2017 12:39 pm
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2017 1:19 pm
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One day you see a strange little girl look at you;
One day you see a strange little girl feeling blue.
She'd run to the town one day-
Leaving home and the country fair...
Just beware, when you're there, strange little girl.
𝒟𝐸𝐿𝒫𝐻𝐼𝒩𝐼𝒜
𝐿𝒰𝒞𝐸𝑅𝒩𝐸
𝑀𝐸𝒜𝒟𝒪𝒲𝒮
PUREBLOOD │ FIRST YEAR │ UNSORTED
Finny bit her lip when asked if she preferred Finny to Delphinia, then nodded resolutely. "Yes. I don't... I think my name is fine, it's just very... grown-up." Julius had come over to talk to Chrys, and Finny resisted the urge to sigh. Was he really that thickheaded? Absence made the heart grow fonder. Or at the very least, giving Chrys her space couldn't hurt. Julius seemed to have good intentions, but he was oblivious at best, entirely ignorant at worst. He occasionally came across as a bit manipulative to Finny, as if he might try to guilt Chrys into spending more time with him by making her feel sorry for him, since she tended to be fairly brusque with him, but Finny really didn't know the older boy well enough to say. Besides, there was little she could to intercede between the two, and at least they were pretending to be polite with one another.
She gave her older sister a slightly uneasy smile and a little wave before heading onto the train with Celeste, still sizing the other girl up. She wondered if Celeste spent quite a lot of time apologizing in the wake of her tightly wound brother's behavior. Perhaps that was a bit harsh of her to say about Sorin, but 'easygoing' did not come to mind when Finny reflected on her encounter with him, even if he'd been perfectly cordial towards her. "Neither were we," she said as she found an empty compartment and stepped inside, taking a seat and taking Blanchefleur out of her wicker basket and setting her in her lap. "We have our cousins, but we usually only see them at holidays, and they're... they're a bit different from us, in personality, I suppose. Chrys has loads of friends now, but she was always running off to make them even before she went to Hogwarts."
Finny smiled hesitantly. "She's always been really bold like that. And my younger brother Sherwood is a little like Sorin... although he's not so much stoic as... well, he's just very shy with people he doesn't know. I think our sister got all the outgoing nature left in the family. My parents are very quiet as well." Honestly Finny wished she were as bubbly and brave as her sister. Things always seemed to work out so well for Chrys; she was so likable. Well, except the whole betrothal... but even then, Julius clearly liked her and wanted her to like him as well. It wasn't as if he were some awful beast of a boy. The train was leaving the station, and Finny inhaled quickly. This was the furthest she'd ever been from home, but she'd have to get used to if it she didn't want to end up mopey and friendless all year.
She didn't know how to live in a town that was rough;
It didn't take long before she knew she had enough.
Walking home in her wrapped up world-
She survived but she's feeling old...
And she found all things cold.
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2017 1:42 pm
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What have you seen, what have you felt?
Your lips are closed, the curtain's shut-
All that we can see is on your sleeve;
All that we can see is on your sleeve.
I know from time to time...
That hope seems but a foreign land.
𝚕𝚢𝚍𝚒𝚊
𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚎
𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛
muggleborn │ third year │ hufflepuff
Liddie had spotted Chrys on the platform, actually; the pink hair was very hard to miss. But the other girl had been talking to Julius, who was her... betrothed? and Liddie had not been about to get in the middle of that. She didn't know all the details, but she knew Chrys wasn't happy about it, and thus was not likely to want to discuss it at great length anytime soon, except to rant and vent. Liddie found the whole idea of betrothals very odd, even considering the fact that her family also didn't really believe in 'dating' or casual relationships or any relationships except marriage, really.
But it wasn't like her parents had been arranged to marry one another, although her father had been encouraged to court her mother by both their families. She supposed when she was older they might start pointing out young men they approved of to her, like they sometimes did for Jonas and Gabe, but Jonas probably had some secret girlfriend at uni and Gabe was... well, he was always up to something with Darian, and none of it was likely good.
So she had followed after Chrys, albeit at some distance due to the crowds, when the train whistle started to blow, and so, with Barney on her heels, poked her head into the compartment a bit sheepishly. She knew Chrys and Chance liked her, even if Byuch didn't. He probably hated everyone, though. "Mind if I join? Essie ditched me for the prefects compartment; she's still over the moon about getting the stupid badge."
A distance that we cannot reach, a language we cannot speak-
Your life is hidden in your skin, though not entirely so...
Some things can't be kept, and through all the things we'll find out-
In your words and in the movement of your eyes;
The expressions on your face, the rush of your walking...
With our closed fists we will feel like we've succeeded again.
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2017 1:44 pm
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Long gone and fallen down but I'm loving how it tastes
I look around for desire, love run away
Hold back, we're falling down, and I show you how it breaks
If I can give it, I'll take it, all of the way 
𝔽𝕚𝕗𝕥𝕙 𝕐𝕖𝕒𝕣 ℝ𝕒𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕝𝕒𝕨 ✦ ℂ𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕞𝕒 𝔼𝕟𝕥𝕙𝕦𝕤𝕚𝕒𝕤𝕥 ✦ 𝕋𝕖𝕟𝕠𝕣
Alby smiled in response to Sara's eagerness for the treats but when he saw the state of her face it slid completely off along with a loud intake of breath. From the way she reacted and looked away he figured she wouldn't want a big fuss to be made so he swallowed all his retorts back down and resolved to wait until later. How much later he wasn't entirely sure since he didn't see Sara as much as he did the others, and she wasn't in any clubs that he knew of. For a moment he felt like a truly rotten friend because he genuinely didn't know the girl's interests past being nice to literally everyone and sweets. Besides her cult thing of course. Was that really an interest though? He debated it as he followed the Hufflepuff to the train and their compartment and as he stowed away his things he noticed that she had a certain look, like she wanted to tell him something. So he made sure to take a seat and look completely receptive to whatever she was about to tell him though was thrown off track by her apologizing for not being around much last year and her admittance that she had been avoiding them. Alby considered making a joke about how he'd avoid him too with his nephew constantly around but he thought it'd be in ill taste and just waited for whatever else she wanted to say. All brain activity however came to a screeching halt the moment she mentioned that her caretakers, (guardians, jailers, he wasn't entirely sure what name to call them), might kill him if he got too close to her. After that he could no longer hold back his silence."Then why are you staying with them if they're not nice people? Are they the ones who gave you that black eye?! Why are you so keen to protect these people?!" the last question Alby hadn't meant to ask but his concern and worry for his friend that had been building inside the past few years finally came exploding out. And he could only imagine what Mercy and Clara might say.
And I've got a lot left to learn, babe
You're nobody 'til somebody loves you
It's hard times when nobody wants you
Fill up my cup, don't ever stop coming
Get up on top, I'll make it pop, honey |
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2017 3:07 pm
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You can be amazing, you can turn a phrase into a weapon or a drug!
You can be the outcast or be the backlash of somebody's lack of love
Nothing's gonna hurt you the way that words do when they settle 'neath your skin
Kept on the inside and no sunlight, sometimes a shadow wins
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx 𝒞𝓁𝒶𝓇𝒶 𝒞𝓇𝒾𝓈𝒸𝑒𝓁𝓁𝑒 𝒜. 𝐵𝒶𝓊𝓉𝒾𝓈𝓉𝒶 ix
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￭ Writer Hobbyist ￭ Fourth Year Hufflepuff ￭ Halfblood ￭xxxxxxx
「 Autumn 2037 」
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Clara just giggled at Mercy's sarcastic remark, because who the hell doesn't? Then again, when they hang out they can be very sarcastic at each other while being hilarious about it. "I'm totes proper job when it comes to perception." Clara winked, "But no, I haven't seen Alby nor Skylar yet. I bet Alby is sneaking with Tiernan to snog somewhere. Skylar, on the other hand, I'm going to bet that she's with Dris. Lemme tell you, mate, I can feel the aura of crushing from those two." Well, that's not always true, but let Clara be dramatic about it. Though, Miss Blondie needs to step up and confess that if she didn't do it at, like, sixth year or whatever, Clara was going to talk sense to her. Seriously, why did she have to be the Red Oni to Skylar's Blue?
She hummed thoughfully as she considered about dyeing her hair- because she just never thought of it. Her family love her, sure, but she didn't think they would approve of a Bautista making their hair blue or whatever. Then again, her mam can be a bit boring... unlike Tito Joshua. "Mm, I'll try considering dyeing my hair, try convincing me later. Or my mam, to be honest, she's a bit boring compared to my da." Clara can try doing the highlights first, but she heard from her cousin Kenji that not all hair can hold dye well. Hm.
Clara did raised an eyebrow at the guy who helped Merc and winked at her. Word on the streets says that as a friend, she have to be either the wingman or the judge to her friends'... love lives. But like, Dris and Alby were fine so it was going well in the run. Dris was a bit too goofy and dreamy to do anything bad to Skylar so. There's that. "He looks cute, don'tcha think?"
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But I wonder what would happen if you say what you wanna say
And let the words fall out, honestly, I wanna see you be brave-
With what you want to say and let the words fall out
Honestly, I wanna see you be brave!
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2017 9:42 pm
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I tried to be someone else
But nothing seemed to change
I know now, this is who I really am inside.
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Fɪꜰᴛʜ Yᴇᴀʀ || Rᴀᴠᴇɴᴄʟᴀᴡ || Cʜᴀsᴇʀ
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Glynn glanced toward the blue hair hanging in his face before brushing it behind his ear. Leave it to Ivar to point out the obvious, he thought. After all, he was certain that everyone else was going to comment too, but he wasn't sure how many people would actually like the change. It was strange, and he could almost hear his grandfather complaining about the strange hair colour and it being unnatural, but that was his grandfather, and Glynn hadn't seen him since the summer he died. At least he got confirmation on what happened to his family's estate, which made Glynn realize with a bit of sorrow that he was literally the last of his family line. He had made sure of that, after all. Giving his best friend a wry smile, he shrugged, glad that Ivar hadn't freaked out over it. "I needed the change. It makes me look less like him and more like, I don't know, me I guess. Probably could have just dyed my hair anything but blond though to get the same thing."
His smile at Drew became a bit stronger when she shook his hand, and he rolled his eyes at Ivar before looking back at Drew. "He says that, and yet I'm the one with the nickname of Grandpa. Figure that one out. He might be saying it though because he's in denial about being an uncle. Maybe he's the one that's pushing sixty instead." He then glanced back toward Ivar and shrugged, but looked back to the conductor as he heard the call for last boarding. "It was okay, and I guess it was normal? I'm not sure if I'm a good judge of normal though. We'd better get onto the train before it leaves though."
Thankfully getting onto the train was easy, and after they found a compartment, he turned his attention back toward Ivar and Drew, picking at something imaginary on his pants before looking at them both fully. "I guess my cousin, or whatever he is, heard about me dying my hair and decided that if I was trying to reinvent myself or something I needed a new wardrobe. He ended up dragging me all over several stores as a result. I think he called me lame or something when he found out I wasn't giving up sweater vests. I'm not sure, his accent was really thick."
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Location: Hogwarts Express
Thinking: Where is everyone?
OOC: -◬-
Finally found myself
Fighting for a chance.
I know now, this is who I really am.
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2017 10:13 pm
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And you ask me what I want this year
And I try to make this kind and clear
Just a chance that maybe we'll find better days
Cause I don't need boxes wrapped in strings
And designer love and empty things
Just a chance that maybe we'll find better days
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Tнιrd Yeαr || Hυғғlepυғғ || Hαlғвlood
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Ji hadn't found Vavara yet, and that was actually starting to bother him. He wondered if something had happened, but wasn't sure. Maybe she had gotten held up and hadn't caught the train? Either way, Ji had gotten onto the train and proceeded to try and find a compartment that he could sit in and not bother anyone, only that didn't seem to be working too well. Sighing, he was about to give up and find his sister again when he came across a compartment with a single occupant. Vaguely he wondered if he was alone because he couldn't find his friends either, but Ji had to try, right? Maybe they could at least keep each other company during the ride. Knocking on the frame of the door, he cleared his throat and scratched the back of his head. "Um, hi? Mind if I sit here too? A lot of the other compartments are full of friend groups and I don't want to interrupt them." He shifted nervously, fully expecting to be shooed out and forced to track down Gi. Of course his sister might decide to find amusement with her brother not finding his friends, but that was hardly unexpected.
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Location: Hogsmeade Express
Thinking: Well, I don't want to bother people...
OOC: -◬-    
I need someplace simple where we could live
And something only you can give
And thats faith and trust and peace while we're alive
And the one poor child who saved this world
And there's 10 million more who probably could
If we all just stopped and said a prayer for them
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2017 10:47 pm
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Heavy decibels are playing on my guitar
We got vibrations comin' up from the floor
We're just listenin' to the rock
That's givin' too much noise
Are you deaf you wanna hear some more
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₴єcоиd Џёaя || Hцfflёpцff || Яёsєяvё Bёaтёґ
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Chance had found Byuch while traversing the crowd to the train, and they had agreed to find a cabin together, if for no other reason than he was pretty sure that his other friends would be able to spot them easily enough considering that Byuch was the only half-goblin in the entire school and Chance never went anywhere without his guitar. Thus, he was busy plucking the strings on his guitar and humming out a tune he'd heard on the radio while Byuch had busied himself with a number puzzle when the door to their cabin opened and Chrys popped her head in saying that Julius was being weird. Chance only blinked in surprise before Byuch snorted from his puzzle and glanced up at the girl. "Oh wow, big shock Flower Petal. Think maybe he's being weird 'cause you're weird? 'Cause that's the obvious answer unless you wanted something more complicated."
Chance rolled his eyes at Byuch while offering Chrys a half-smile and a shrug. "What'd he do? It can't have been horrible, right? Otherwise I'd have assumed that you would have told him off or something and would be mad instead of weirded out." Byuch made a non-committal noise and rolled his eyes before he retuned his attention to the puzzle he was working on, leaving Chance to lean back and rest his arm on his guitar instead of plucking the strings. When Chrys asked about how his summer went, Chance thought for a moment before shrugging again. "It wasn't bad. My dad took me to his shop a few times to work on some cars, and Kory's really excited that they're almost old enough to go to Hogwarts. Other than that, I guess the biggest thing is that I overheard my uncle and dad talking about when my cousins start Hogwarts, they're going to spend the night or something. Something about making them take the train and socializing or something."
Chance looked up when Liddie made an appearance at the door of the compartment, asking if she could join and commenting that her sister was currently prefect. Well, that made sense, right? Wasn't her sister a fifth year? He knew that his family made a big deal over his cousin Zeph becoming prefect and head boy, and thought that Lynn was a bit too wild for either title. In any case, he nodded to the other girl, gesturing to the seat across from him next to Byuch and offering a slightly apologetic look to his best friend before speaking to Liddie. "Sure. Don't feel too bad about the whole ditching thing. I heard they always go to some sort of meeting every year because of it. How was your summer, anyway? Both of you? I didn't get to ask Chrys, and Byuch already told me his summer over owls."
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Thinking: The compartment filled up fast, didn't it?
OOC: -◬-    
I took a look inside your bedroom door
You looked so good lyin' on your bed
Well I asked you if you wanted any rhythm and love
You said you wanna rock 'n' roll instead
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Posted: Thu Apr 27, 2017 12:48 am
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Posted: Thu Apr 27, 2017 2:23 am
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Posted: Thu Apr 27, 2017 11:08 am
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Faina Patrovna-Harcroft
Unsorted │ First Year │ Eleven Years Old │ Single
Faina nodded along at Rhett's comments on the subject of Quidditch, and how his older sister participated in it while at school. She still wasn't sure it wasn't much more than Dodgeball on broomsticks, but she'd have to see it actually played to firm up things in her mind, and she had to give his sister props for taking on such a responsibility for the good of her House. As it was she could think of plenty better ways to spend her time than at practices. Exploring the castle, and making sure she did well in her classes came to mind.
"I guess so," was her response, when Rhett allayed her concern there might not be a place for her, realizing she was giving in to her own fears again. This journey was an opportunity for her, not to be thought of as a burden. "I wouldn't have been accepted into the school if there weren't a place for me to go."
When they got into the compartment, Faina slipped the courier bag off her shoulder, and set it on the bench beside where she planned to sit. The bag had a couple books she'd originally planned to read on the way up to the school, as well as the sketchbook she kept with her, a bag of cookies for the trip, and the school clothes she planned to change into before the train pulled into Hogsmeade Station. "It would be cool if we ended up in the same House together," agreed Faina with a smile, and shrugged, "and if we don't, then we still hang out together. Father used to say one's House is like a family; I hope he was right."
 "You're lost little girl, you're lost little girl
You're lost, tell me who are you?"
"I think that you know what to do
Impossible? Yes, but it's true
I think that you know what to do, yeah
I'm sure that you know what to do "
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Posted: Thu Apr 27, 2017 3:37 pm
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