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 Posted: Tue Nov 04, 2014 7:18 pm
  Location: Great Hall - Slytherin Table “Point taken though, I don’t know if one would want to be known for causing kitchen fires.” Mira said with a smile. The idea of exchange ideas on potions certainly peaked, the blonde’s interest. “That would be a pleasant way to spend our time.” She said thinking about what it would be like having a personal potioneer. Remembering when she was dragged to an older Gryffindor family’s shop, her family trusted that place with all their needs. Sadly she left and moved to Canada, talk about bad luck. “I completely agree.” Mira listened to Wendy talk about first year. When she mentioned Cathy and how she was confident and determined despite being as Mira would put it a bubbling idiot, she shook her head. “I had a chance meeting with your cousin and I agree she is all that. Oddly enough my younger sister is the same way, unfortunately unlike the Hufflepuff I can’t stand her. Although dare I say, my sister is far from the idiot type.” She said giving a light sigh. “And to think I wanted to me in Slytherin to prove a point.” She added absentmindedly.
Nothing like getting daggers thrown at you for mentioning a housemate… “Wow… okay then. I had no idea.” She said in a way kind of shocked. She had no idea those two were actually related. Then again it could have just been the fact that she’d never experienced the whole family disowning thing. With the majority of her family made up of Gryffindors on one side and Ravenclaws on the other it wasn’t common. “You and me both. Consider him never mentioned again.” Honestly it didn’t bother Mira any, in fact it made her happy to push him far from her mind. Though somehow she doubted he’d be completely forgotten, not when they would be running into each other more often than not.  Status: Alright, Overall Happy, A little shocked... With: Wendy Wearing: Green with a Hint of Blue under robes OOC: --- Spice the Rat Anger and resentment,
A dark path you tread,
I would be careful, young one,
But, I know where you belong...
Slytherin!
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Posted: Tue Nov 04, 2014 7:42 pm
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First Year | | Eleven | | Slytherin | | Single | | Half-Blood
Maisie nodded in agreement. While house fights would most likely be rather entertaining, it wouldn't be as fun be it Slytherin. The other houses could squabble all they wanted for as much as Maisie cared. She doubted that the Slytherin students were innocent in any way from the way the brunette's voice went bitter. It wasn't as if Maisie was ignorant to this fact beforehand either, she heard the stories of her mother's time in school and doubted that it would be much different. It never was. Things may change, but it was all actually pretty much the same.
Maisie made a face at her upperclassman but didn't say anything not particularly wanting to get in an argument. While Maisie believed in tradition, she didn't much care about blood purity or anything of the sort. After all Maisie was a half-blood, so she was certainly no purist. And the Chamber of Secrets? What could possible cause an argument there? While she wasn't sure exactly what would cause them, she planned to try and pick up on what they were and keep herself out of it. She wasn't keen on making any enemies quite yet. "I guess I know what 'discussions' I'm not going to be contributing to then..." She remarked quietly. Maisie didn't really expect herself to join in on most discussions anyway, but at least she knew which ones to steer completely away from. She'd simply be a spectator.
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Posted: Tue Nov 04, 2014 8:43 pm
2027-2028 School Year  Oh you should've stayed home.
You should've known better! How much do you want to bet my blood is purer than yours? Second Year Slytherin
Wand: Hazel and Merpeople Scales, Inflexible, Decorated Shaft,
9 1/2 inches in length
Wearing: Her Uniform ☁ ☂ ☁ "Ah, but destruction can be beautiful too," Wendy answered with a shrug. "After all, phoenixes rise from ashes more lovely than before. Iron is made sharper by blows and fire. Floods will wash a field clean for it to start anew. It's all about perspective. Though, I don't think the Main Family Manor needs burned down anytime soon." She ended with a chuckle smiling as Mira then agreed about discussing potions and then agreed about a personal potioneer. "Of course, even better would just be splendid at potions yourself, I suppose."
Wendy folded her hands in her lap shifting slightly as she listened to Mira admitted to having met Cathyover the summer and said that unlike Cathy she couldn't stand her sister who was much the same though her sister was far from an idiot type. And then added, Mira had wanted to be in Slytherin to prove a point. "Ah, but be sure that point isn't the wrong one. Your sister's boyfriend wanted very much to prove a point by not getting Slytherin and he did. But that point he proved only served to cement the decision in the family's heads. What better way to freshen the image of a family than have someone who is so vocal and adamant on his disagreement with anyone but also his disagreement with 'dated' ideas. And yet he is so similar. Funny if you ask me."
She smiled, "Regardless, as for more bubbly relations and their intelligence... there are quite a few ways a person can be very much an idiot. Cathaline after all is fluent in four languages at this point but at the end of the day she is well as she is..." Wendy raised a thin brow and then there was the issue with Ryans.
"Oh?" Wendy said with a chuckle, "Are you not on good enough terms to have heard from David about the Ryans incident. Trust me, it proves a very, very valuable point. Though, it is suspicious how easily they were able to adjust once they returned to London. Maybe it would have been more of a concern if the woman hadn't been only a branch member." She made a small sigh as she picked up a glass of water and took a long sip before glancing at Mira and said, "Honestly, I don't even know if it was ever mentioned to the object in question. Regardless, I'm sure there is pleasanter things to discuss. How did you end up running into Cathaline? I'm surprised you could handle such blind cheerfulness? Did she actually do something of interest for once?"
♒ You thought you were gonna throw it back in my face,
but tell me how do my leftovers taste!
{OoC: Open for Interaction}
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Posted: Wed Nov 05, 2014 7:38 am
º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø"I like swimming," ¦Gunilda Stone¦
Slytherin Third-year
"Having fun," One glass of pumpkin juice, two glasses of pumpkin juce, three glasses of pumpkin juice. At last Gunilda's appetite for a nice cold drink had been satisfied. Taking little interest in the conversations going in around her she set down her goblet and tucked into a bowl of stew, occasionally glancing over to some of the first years who had joined their house. I wonder if any of them feel as out of place as I did, she thought to herself idly, craning her neck to look at the other tables, and to think I had expected hufflepuff or ravenclaw. The girl had never dreamed of being in the house she was placed in, and even though she had clashed with some of her housemates, gradually, she had gotten used to the house of slytherin in her own way. She was ambitious, fierce and occasionally rude, from what people told her, not that she particularly cared, but still it was interesting to see what people thought of her. At least the hat had got a few things right, and hey the dungeons of slytherin were nice; there was something she loved about the common room being partially under the great lake, and she looked forward to seeing the place again once the feast was over.
Out Of Cauldrons: "And trying my best" º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Wed Nov 05, 2014 3:28 pm
We have a flair for the shade and the inbetween...
We like to run with the wolves from the darker scene!
When we turn the safety off, the shots are automatic...
All our friends tell their friends we're so dramatic! We'll have you wrapped around our trigger finger.
Clean key yellow, you're the target for our stinger!
We'll make you flinch, make it hurt just a little...
We're the boys and the girls and the freaks in the middle! Please keep your victory: Bored
Just give me little death: ...
I know that you're afraid of: Benjamin, fellow Slytherins
What I might be made of: Slytherin Table M O R V E N | G R A I N N E | V A S S B L O O D T R A I T O R | S L Y T H E R I N | T H I R D Y E A R  Morven didn't deign to reply to his first two questions, since she doubted he even wanted to know. She wasn't a complete dullard, she could guess what 'princesa' meant, and was mildly flattered, though she knew that was her arrogance talking and doubted he intended it in any matter other than insolent. "Even if I had a 'some sinister Slytherin plot'- lovely alliteration there, truly, you are not who I would choose as an accomplice," she shrugged. "Or a victim." She smiled thinly and commented, "I'll pass, thank you," in response to his offer.
"Yes," she murmured under her breath. "Of course. Your mother, the toad." He didn't waste any time winding up before he threw his punches, did he? She surmised she was probably bothering him at least a bit, and this had to be an attempt to offend her into refusing to speak to him anymore. She gave a derisive look in Wendy's direction as he nodded down the table. "Don't need to figure it out, already know which one I am," she said lightly, even while she bit down on the inside of her cheek to keep from saying something really cutting. She was vain, yes, but she didn't exactly compare to her sisters when it came to looks, both long legged, with gentle smiles and brilliant blue eyes. She'd always been rounder, shorter, paler.
"Knives are a bit messy, I'd much prefer a wand. Not very kind to your mother, are you?" she asked curiously. She knew children with parents often didn't get along with said parents, and maybe she'd never been that different, but she'd hated her father, not found him annoying or nosy or obnoxious. She'd also been privately terrified of him, and she found it much easier to insult him in public now that he was dead and there was no possible way it could ever get back to him, unless he could hear her from six feet under the ground, in which case she hoped he heard every damn word. "Of course they're all talk. I'm all talk, you're all talk, it's who'll move beyond 'all talk' and actually do something about what they've been talking about that are the ones you've got to watch out for," she said smartly.
"And it was always either Gryffindor or Slytherin for me, but no one's ever really asked my opinion, so I've no clue how much it count," she replied dryly. "And yes, I am bored. If you'd like me to shut my mouth now so you can continue to sit here and stew in boredom yourself, feel free to let me know, bearing in mind that I'll most likely ignore that." IF YOU WANT TO RULE THE WORLD, YOU'VE GOT TO STOP PRETENDING. We know the halls you walk are unforgiving.
It's not the kind of place to find your place among the living.
We have a plan, we've got the means for your liberation...
You'll only have to blur the lines on a few occasions... We have the cure for your crisis, never patent pending!
If you come along with us the doors are never ending!
If you want to rule the world you've got to stop pretending!
We're the boys and the girls and the freaks in the middle.
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Posted: Wed Nov 05, 2014 4:10 pm
 "Ambition is a poor excuse for not having sense enough to be lazy."
Seymour Benjamin Ryans
"Efficiency is intelligent laziness." space “Mum owns Flourish and Blotts, good to know when I’ve once in a great while flipped through one of the poetry books something stuck,” Benjamin offered raising a brow when Morven commented on his alliteration. It hadn’t actually been his plan, but now that she mentioned it, the phrase had flowed a lot easier than other variations. He shrugged though when she pointed out she wouldn’t chose him for an accomplice or a victim, “Very true. I’m too lazy, generally, to be much use as either. Hell, if you tried to make me a victim, I’d probably be too lazy to even mention your wicked ways or whatever it is you tried to pull on me.”
He rolled his eyes and raised a brow as Morven sarcastically murmured his response to his initial false translation about looking like a toad. She had recognized his initial sarcasm and didn’t seem all that bothered by it. Which was fine with him, he was annoyed by those who were ridiculously thin skinned. And it wasn’t like he didn’t give her the correct translation right after. Which, Morven decided not to bother answering his statement about attractive and not attractive redheads beyond that she knew which one she was. He figured it wasn’t worth the bother to ask for elaboration-it was unlikely a girl would think she was flat out ugly. Hell, it was hard to find anyone who truly could be classified as ‘ugly’. It practically took skill to be there.
“I only speak the truth of her. Trust me, I have the utmost respect for my mother. And, my father is probably scarier than my mother in some ways. He finds her death threats adorable as they tend to be ridiculously specific-while Dad’s is more vague to the point of just saying I’ll be lucky to survive till I’m seventeen. Mum actually has picked up a Tawny Red Tarantula that had found its way in our living room once when I was a kid and just carried him outside and let it go out there without blinking an eye. She laughed and said it was cute. Trust me, I respect my Mum, but she does give me death threats regularly,” He said with a chuckle, raising his hands in innocence again. Before returning to leaning on the table half bored and listening to the older girl analyze how everyone is all talk. “Hmm… I thought it was the quiet ones you had to watch for, actually? Well, whatever, I’m not all that concerned. I sleep fine in the dungeons with the rest of the Slytherins at night. Or I do since I’ve snagged a couple extra blankets for my bed and sleep bundled up.”
When Morven said she was either a Gryffindor or a Slytherin, Benjamin raised a brow. It wasn’t that both houses didn’t have a lot of similar personality traits (maybe that was part of the whole rivalry-and hell, Benjamin knew from his parents the two houses were awfully similar in personality traits in a lot of ways) but there was always that view in the Slytherin house they were in some way superior to the lions. Or that was the general consensus. Admitting some tie to Gryffindor wasn’t the popular thing to do. “The only person here you are talking to is me and I really don’t care what you say to me-good or bad. If you were insulting to say one of my friends or someone else-that’s when I would actually bother to get into a fight about you talking. So, feel free to go on if you have something to say. This is more entertaining to me than the alternative at the moment.”
((OOC: Free for Interaction))
Translations: (1) Princess
Time: Start of the 2027-2028 School Year
Place: Slytherin Table with Morven and other Slytherins
Wearing: His Uniform
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Essy ze Ninja Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Nov 06, 2014 6:24 pm
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sσмє тнιиɢs scяαтcн тнє sυяғαcє ωнιℓє σтнєяs sтяιкє αт чσυя sσυℓ
The very thought of a brawl was enough to make her want to squirm; it'd been so long since she had gotten into a real wicked scuffle, she missed it. Her argumentative nature had certainly been suppressed in her years of schooling. But at least she had managed to not cause too many ripples within her own house, and the ones she had, had certainly smoothed over the surface—doubtless the undercurrent still flowed strong. At least her blood purity had never been questioned, she was never sure how she would answer, it always depended on her company, she supposed.
She nodded, though she hardly seemed to be paying the first year any mind as she diverted her gaze across the table to eavesdrop on Morven, Mira, and Wendy. She couldn't hear anything though, and could only decipher expressions and pantomimes. It wasn't enough, but it would have to do for now. ”Certainly wish I had,” she replied, just as low. Her eyes slid sideways to sneak a glance at Gunilda, one of the girls in question who had opposed her before. She expected the Hufflepuffs, maybe even a Gryffindor or two, but not a fellow serpent. She knew she was just holding grudges though, and she was silly for doing so... but still...
”Anyway, enough of all that, idle gossip and chitchat always bored me; tell me about yourself, anything?” She proposed playfully, a sly smile flashed on her lips as she reached for her goblet. ”What is the wildest thing you have ever done?” She mused whimsically and took a simple sip. ”I'll tell you if you tell me?”
[Translations://xXxXx]
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Great Hall, Slytherin Table
Dressed in: Slytherin Robes
13 yrs ☪ 5' 3" ☪ 126lbs
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Posted: Sat Nov 08, 2014 9:30 am
º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø"I like swimming," ¦Gunilda Stone¦
Slytherin Third-year
"Having fun," As Gunilda picked at her dessert, thinking maybe that she had drank too much pumpkin juice, she felt eyes on her and the fact that a fellow slytherin's eyes slid away from her when she glanced over, told her that it was Camila, which almost made her laugh. Heck the memory of their little disagreement in that history lesson was amusing now that she looked back at it. It surprised her that the girl had been that shocked for another slytherin to oppose her opinion- why? People are just people, regardless of where you put them, Gunilda thought with a shrug to the air, before sticking another slice of the key lime pie she had chosen for dessert into her mouth. Sweet, sour, sharp but yet delicate and refreshing, it was delicious, and nice and cool too, which with the amount of people that crammed themselves into the great hall each year, was pleasant. Maybe I'll be able to cook like this some day, Gunilda smiled as she ate, looking forward to some of the extra lessons she had decided to take, one of which included cooking with magic. Seeing that after a few moments, she had finished her slice of key-lime pie, she relaxed and looked up at the ceiling, where the night sky was perfect picture, as always.
Out Of Cauldrons: "And trying my best" º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø
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Posted: Sat Nov 08, 2014 8:01 pm
 You don't have to say you love me
Just be close at hand
You don't have to stay forever
I will understand
Believe me, believe me
I can't help but love you
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Gʀʏғғɪɴᴅᴏʀ || Hᴇᴀᴅᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀ || Pᴜʀᴇʙʟᴏᴏᴅ
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Timothy had watched the sorting, clapping as every student was sorted. This year's batch seemed an interesting bunch, but the headmaster was sure that everyone would be welcome at the school. He stood when the stool and such were put away and walked to the podium, turning to face the hall itself.
"Welcome back to another year of school for all students! I am Timothy Steele. For those of you who are new, I welcome you to Hogwarts. I hope that you all happen to enjoy the school year, and you enjoy your time at the school as much as possible. There are a few announcements that need to be made." He looked around the hall and continued.
"Sadly, that would be the school rules. There will be no magic in the halls of the school. The forest is off limits unless you want to be missing limbs or have a death wish. Pay attention in class and you should do well. Now, I hope for everyone to enjoy dinner, and relax. Classes will begin soon." Timothy smiled and clapped, food suddenly appearing on the tables at the sound. He himself took a seat at the table, already thinking that this would be an interesting year for him and the students.
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Location: Great Hall
Thinking: I hope this year is a good one.
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Posted: Sun Nov 09, 2014 1:00 pm
 ᔕᗩᕈᕈᖺᓮᖇᗴ ᙢᗢᗢﬡ ᔕﬡᗝᙡ
ℱᓰℱ♈ᖺ ϒᙓᗩᖇ ᔕᒪᎩ♈ᖺᗴᖇᓮﬡ I-i-i have a heart I swear I do
But just not baby when it comes to you
I get so hungry when you say you love me (hush)
If you know what's good for you
I think you're hot I think you're cool
You're the kinda guy I'd stalk in school
But now that I'm famous, you're up my a**s
Now I'm gonna eat you fool!
｡∴°•.･☆ｌｏｃａｔｉｏｎ☆･.•°∴｡*ﾟ: Slytherin Table
｡∴°•.･★ｔｈｏｕｇｈｔｓ★･.•°∴｡*ﾟ: Let's get this over with
｡∴°•.･☆ｃｏｍｐａｎｉｏｎｓ☆･.•°∴｡*ﾟ: Slytherins
Sapphire made her way to the Slytherin table and sat in the very middle. She didn't look between any of the students, already knowing that only four students were sorted into the noble house. She put things onto her plate, and started to eat as much as her lessons in the finishing school had taught her. Completely graceful, completely silent, and not overbearing in anyway. Her table manners were one of her favorite things about herself. She could just, out do most slytherins just with that. She finished half of her plate, and sighed. Looking around, she placed names with faces. Only one male was sorted into her house. That was not very... Promising. It was good and all for her, since she didn't particularly enjoy males... Something about them always freaked her out a bit... Except for family, and two Ravenclaws... Which was odd...
The slytherin finished her food quickly and then stood. "Good evening. Welcome to Slytherin House. The sorting hat deems you worthy it would seem. I'm your Fifth Year Prefect, Sapphire Snow. You also have a sixth year Prefect in Jeremy Long. You will meet him shortly, as I'm sure he will be joining us before too long." She said loud enough for her entire table to hear her. She knew they could. She had a very loud voice, and that was another thing she had been taught in the finishing school. Loud, precise, and commanding of all attention. The blonde looked between the four. "Now that everyone should have finished their meals, if you would please follow me... I'll show you to the common room." She said. She turned and headed off towards the end of the hall. She didn't leave any room for questions, and was careful to make sure they knew that they were to follow her. She just radiated violence if she wasn't followed. But, she wouldn't actually hurt any of them...
((Hello first years! Please post following Sapphire, and then make your way to here! The Dungeon Staircase)) Whenever you tell me I'm pretty
That's when the hunger really hits me
Your little heart goes pitter patter
I want your liver on a platter
Use your finger to stir my tea
And for dessert I'll suck your teeth
Be too sweet and you'll be a gonner
Yep, I'll pull a Jeffrey Dahmer
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Posted: Sun Nov 09, 2014 5:04 pm
Location: Great Hall - Slytherin Table Wendy had an interesting perspective in Mira’s opinion and it was one she could agree with. “You’re right and I don’t think your home needs to be burn down either.” She said with a smile. Some things she could admit were better with destruction but some of it could be devastating more than anything else.
Mira listened to her red headed friend tell her not to make the wrong point. She knew David wanted to be in Ravenclaw rather than Slytherin much like she wanted Slytherin over Gryffindor. “I suppose, I follow.” She replied. “All I wanted to prove was that I’m not anything like my sister.” She added. “Would you say that’s the wrong point?” Mira asked curiously. She was actually interested in hearing Wendy’s thoughts on the matter.
Listening about Cathy it all kind of went through one ear and out the other when the story of Benjamin’s parents arose. “Ryans incident?” Mira asked raising her brow. What kind of incident could have happened? “No, he didn’t tell me anything.” She added still pretty surprised. If she didn’t get answers from Wendy maybe she’d ask David. He’d tell her right? “Um… I don’t think so.” She added before the headmaster called their attention. Thank god the sorting was over, at the arrival of food Mira was pretty quick to grab some and put it on her plate.
In some ways Mira was grateful for the subject change and in others not at all. She was curious about things but didn’t want to seem too interested in things someone didn’t wish to talk about. Though she might as well explain as to how she met Cathy. “My younger sister decided to go to the library without saying anything. Leo of course can’t leave anything alone so she barged into my demanding I help look for her. So we split up and apparently Leo ran into David at the museum and he got a hold of Cathy for extra help. So she came and found me and my sister at the library thus our chance meeting.” Mira explained. “Honestly I can’t stand that kind of cheerfulness. I just tend to tune it out most of the time.” She told Wendy. “Unless you consider her giving my sister a lecture on telling people where she’s going interesting, I can’t say she did.” She answered with a shrug. Status: Alright, Overall Happy, A little shocked... With: Wendy Wearing: Green with a Hint of Blue under robes OOC: --- Spice the Rat Anger and resentment,
A dark path you tread,
I would be careful, young one,
But, I know where you belong...
Slytherin!
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Posted: Mon Nov 10, 2014 5:34 am
2027-2028 School Year Oh you should've stayed home.
You should've known better! How much do you want to bet my blood is purer than yours? Second Year Slytherin
Wand: Hazel and Merpeople Scales, Inflexible, Decorated Shaft,
9 1/2 inches in length
Wearing: Her Uniform ☁ ☂ ☁ Wendy nodded when Mira agreed with her point about destruction and the fact the Avery Manor didn't need burned down anytime soon-though she didn't know if she could actually consider it her home exactly. Chaisties were considered Averys-or at least not the ones who were blood traitors and were pureblood-but they still weren't the main branch. And, besides, Wendy at this point seriously considered it wiser to affiliate herself with different old families-or at least a family with some power and definitely money. Even she had her own goals she wanted to accomplish that were independent of the expectations and desires for her placed on her.
Mira, then, pointed out that she wanted to prove that she was nothing like her sister and asked Wendy her opinion on it. "I think the better question, Miss Mitchell, is do you honestly believe you are not anything at all like your sister. Blood doesn't lie at the end of the day. And even supposing you flushed out every dropped of blood from you and replaced with new blood-you still in the end share some genetics with the girl. There's always a connection. Do you honestly think I would think any different?"
Wendy smiled and then added, "Granted-I suppose the same could be said of me and the former Acacia Persephone Chaisty and her son, as much as I loathe to admit it." She took a sip of her water politely and added, "The fact is you can't prove a point that doesn't exist. We all have essentially the same traits, Miss Mitchell, the question is which ones and how you chose to embrace them."
She smiled and then when Mira asked about the Ryans incident, Wendy raised a brow. "It isn't particularly important at this point, after all it was settled on agreeable enough terms for all parties involved." Wendy shrugged not pressing the issue and listening as Mira explained her meeting of Cathy and Wendy chuckled, "If you have ever spent more than three minutes talking to Cathaline you realize probably one of the reason she knows so many languages is she likes to talk a lot and to as many people as possible. She apparently has a whole list of proverbs in at least four languages she'll throw out whenever she sees fit. That cheerfulness is probably why she gets away with half the things she does say. She comes out with some fairly rude quotes that if most people said-especially someone like say her brother-it would make people want to kill them. In her case, she says it with this bright cheerfulness and huge smile and people just listen. It is sort of brilliant. Other's stupidity and the fact she found such a brilliant way to work."
"Granted I'd rather die than have to be that cheery all the time and worse have to look that stupid. I'm not psychotic enough to want to be liked by everyone," Wendy said with a shrug when the female fifth year prefect called the attention of the first years. Wendy nodded to Mira and stood, "Well, I'm going to take my leave then. No reason staying around here any longer. I'm finished eating at the very least." With half a curtsy to Mira she turned and took her leave towards the dungeons.
♒ You thought you were gonna throw it back in my face,
but tell me how do my leftovers taste!
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Posted: Mon Nov 10, 2014 9:02 am
 𝑳 𝑶 𝑼 𝑰 𝑺 __ 𝑀 𝐴 𝑈 𝑅 𝐼 𝐶 𝐼 𝑂 __ 𝑨 𝑫 𝑫 𝑨 𝑹 𝑰 𝑶
𝓢 𝓵 𝔂 𝓽 𝓱 𝓮 𝓻 𝓲 𝓷,__ 𝓯 𝓲 𝓻 𝓼 𝓽__𝔂 𝓮 𝓪 𝓻
𝓮 𝓵 𝓮 𝑣 𝓮 𝓷__𝔂 𝓮 𝓪 𝓻 𝓼__𝓸 𝓵 𝓭,__𝓹 𝓾 𝓻 𝓮 𝓫 𝓵 𝓸 𝓸 𝓭
9"__𝓱 𝓪 𝔃 𝓮 𝓵 ,__𝓾 𝓷 𝓲 𝓬 𝓸 𝓻 𝓷__𝓽 𝓪 𝓲 𝓵__𝓴 𝓪 𝓲 𝓻,__𝓻 𝓲 𝓰 𝓲 𝓭
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Louie hoped he didn't look as insufferably lonely as he felt. Every so often, his gaze tore over his shoulder across the other house tables and each one was twice as inviting as the last. He never felt so unfortunate to be sorted in the house of serpents. His mother and father had recounted this day a thousand times, but none of them had ever mentioned how venomous the other children were. He overheard their conversations! Backstabbing, fist fighting, blood purity, and something about an incident that he kept overhearing but couldn't decipher what any of it really meant. There was another first year farther along down the table with dark hair, darker eyes, and a brooding silence. Louie had contemplated joining him—what was his name again, anyway—Lillantine?
”Hrmmm....” he hummed softly. In the end, he decided against socializing. That could wait, anyway. He had the next seven years to do so. When the sorting had ended and the feast began, he only paid half a mind to the headmaster. ”Wait, wait?” He blinked and paused, half shoveling in a fork full of roasted potatoes and pork chops. Hardly any of the upperclassmen seemed to even notice! But Louie just sat there, staring—why in the world would they advertise death to students on their very first night. He was unsettled, but forced himself to continue eating, at least until a charming blonde upperclassman had called for attention. Not wanting to be late, or lost, he scooped up one final bite and moved to follow the prefect down to the dungeons.
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Posted: Sat Dec 27, 2014 9:06 pm
 I know we got it good, but they got it made,
And their grass is getting greener each day,
I know things are looking up, but soon they'll take us down,
Before anybody's knowing our name
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Fᴏᴜʀᴛʜ Yᴇᴀʀ || Sᴇᴇᴋᴇʀ || Sʟʏᴛʜᴇʀɪɴ
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Kenny sat down at the table and propped his head in his hand, twiddling with one of his sleeves. The house had won the cup, he was sure of it, but why was he so hesitant about going home? He hadn't seen Rhys since the summer, Caty too, and he felt kind of bad for staying over, but considering what happened when he got home, he wasn't sure if he wanted to go back. He flopped his head down on the table and wondered how life just got confusing for him. It wasn't like he was really mistreated at home, but he was still annoyed at the fact he was treated like a kid. He was fifteen, he wasn't a kid, and he could make decisions for himself. At least he wasn't living on the streets. He could have been. It would be easy for him too. He didn't forget a lot of the lessons he learned, and had been reintroduced to some of them by Jer over the last summer. Suddenly he felt like he really should talk to his brother. After all, Jer was going to be leaving school in a year, and the younger former orphan really wished they could go back to the way it was before. Yeah, they went hungry a lot of times, but they were a family and weren't split up. He bit his lip, recalling how he didn't have an owl. That he needed to remedy over the summer. He wasn't going to go through another year without it, and he figured one would really come in handy when he tried to talk to Steffi and Bree. He started fiddling with his ring and wondered at what his parents would have told him. He hadn't thought about them in so long. Maybe he ought to find out where they were buried and go see them. It couldn't be too hard, right?
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Thinking: An owl and a trip to see my mum and dad. Okay, have part of the summer mapped out. What else?
OOC:
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Do you think I'm special? Do you think I'm nice?
Am I bright enough to shine in your spaces?
Between the noise you hear, and the sounds you like
Are we just sinking in an ocean of faces?
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Posted: Sat Dec 27, 2014 9:49 pm
 Living risky, never scared, wander
Closer to the edge
Nothing valued think no fear,
Always wondering why you’re here
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ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔰𝔢𝔯 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔙𝔦𝔠𝔢-ℭ𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔞𝔦𝔫 || 𝔉𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔱𝔥 𝔜𝔢𝔞𝔯 || 𝔖𝔩𝔶𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔫 𝔓𝔞𝔯𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔪𝔬𝔲𝔱𝔥
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Ashley sat down at the table and looked lazily around. He was already working out a list of things he would need to bring next year for the fencing club, and couldn't wait for that to start. He sat back and waited for the feast to start. It couldn't be too much longer. After all, the quidditch cup had been determined, and he was pretty sure the house cup had been as well. It was just a matter of waiting for the announcement, after all.
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Location: Slytherin Table Thinking: When's the feast starting again? OOC: Ptolemy and Hecate    
All your purposes are gone, nothing’s
Right and nothing’s wrong
Nothing ventured, nothing gained
Feel no sorrow, feel no pain
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