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Posted: Sat Aug 09, 2008 4:59 pm
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Lily | Luna | Potter
Said I forgot, but I did not Dreams we have had play in my head Did we believe the cry of the wind? Did we regret? Would we forget?
Lily was not an easy sleeper. Her petite body was sprawled across her bed, the sheets at a ball near her feet. The red pajamas she wore strained against the uncomfortable looking position her body rested in. Every few moments, she moved, ending up in another sprawled position. Luckily for her other dormmates, she didn't snore at all. But she was definitely glad the staircase to the girls' dormitories was hexed to keep the boys out. She wouldn't want any boy to see her like this! Especially with her hair tangling itself into terrible knots. It would be an uphill battle to tame her hair before classes started.
What most people didn't know what the reason for the way she moved in her sleep. Lily was alway plagued by nightmares, even as a small child. She remembered running into her parents' room and climbing into bed with them whenever she got scared. Now she was grown up and at school, so that was both inappropriate and impossible. It was always something different, but she was always being chased by someone. She could never see her persuer's face and it was always somewhere dark, where she could barely see where she was going. When she woke up, she would be covered in a cold sweat, and a gasp would escape her lungs.
This morning was no different than any other morning. She woke, alarmed, but quickly gained composure. She pushed herself out of bed begrudgedly. Taking her compact mirror out of her trunk, she noticed the bags under her eyes. She quickly dressed, putting on her skirt, blouse, sweatervest and robes before runnng a brush through her hair and applied makeup to cover the dark marks under her green eyes.
Grabbing all of the necessary books for the day, she left, heading for the Great Hall to have breakfast.
Winters have come and gone you know Winters have come and gone you know But I’ll miss you young and sweet For a dance round the memory tree
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sKITTLES mAKE mEH hIGH Crew
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Posted: Sat Aug 09, 2008 10:28 pm
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D o m i n i q u e || W e a s l e y
![User Image](https://i214.photobucket.com/albums/cc39/gabbers693/SchoolGirlwithBlondeHairandRedis-1.jpg) Dominique awoke to a semi-empty dormitory. Most of the other 6th year girls went to breakfast early. Dominique pushed the covers off and climbeed out of bed yawning. She walked into the bathroom and stared at her reflection. Her long, straight blonde hair, with light tints of red. The blonde was from her mother, and the red was from her father. Her eyes were also a redish pruple shade, and she got that from neither of her parents. Dominique's parents were Bill Weasley and Fleur Delacour. Her mother and father had a fight whether or not to send her the Bauxbatons or Hogwarts, but when they heard the schools would be mergin, they just sent her to Hogwarts. Dominique brushed her hair and teeth, got dressed and made her way down to the common room. There wasnt anyone there, so Dominque just continued to the Great Hall, maybe she would meet up with some of her cousins, and she has many.
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Posted: Thu Aug 21, 2008 4:59 pm
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sKITTLES mAKE mEH hIGH Crew
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Posted: Fri Aug 22, 2008 10:32 pm
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Deena Martide
Deena woke up and looked around. She had overslept - again - and all the other girls had gone. Deena wasn't particularly upset by this, but she wouldn't have minded having someone to talk to right then.
She'd been having one of her normal dreams, you see, the one where her father is coming after her. Her mother, Faith, is running ahead, telling her to hurry up, when suddenly she disappears into the darkness. Then it's just her and her father. He calls to her, says everything's all right, and she walks closer. He begins to say a spell, and just as it finishes, she wakes up.
Deena sighed - she always let her imagination run away with her, that's what made her a good prankster - and got out of bed. She changed quickly into her jeans and shirt, grabbed Specks out of his little home, and headed off to the Great Hall.
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Posted: Tue Jul 07, 2009 3:16 pm
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