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 Posted: Tue Nov 03, 2015 3:40 am
 Nicole Lyra "Nike" Lovette ◆ First Year ◆ Pureblood ◆ Slytherin ◆ Second-born ◆   ◆ Thinking : "Wow, he looked stiff."
◆ With : Morgan Mathos
◆ Attire : Slytherin Robes
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Posted: Tue Nov 03, 2015 5:36 am
I shouldn't laugh, but I know I'm a failure in your eyes.
I know it's daft, but I guess that I know it deep inside.
It feels like we're ready to crack these days, you and I;
When it's just the two of us, only the two of us, I could die.
We're gonna separate ourselves tonight...
We're always running scared but holding knives...
But there's a black chandelier, casting shadows and lies.  ᵉ ᵛ ᵃ ᶰ ᵈ ᵉ ʳ
ᵗ ʳ ᶤ ˢ ᵗ ᵃ ᶰ
ˡ ᶤ ˡ ˡ ᵃ ᶰ ᵗ ᶤ ᶰ ᵉ
ˢˡʸᵗʰᵉʳᶤᶰ │ ᶠᶤᶠᵗʰ ʸᵉᵃʳ │ ᵖᵘʳᵉᵇˡᵒᵒᵈ │ ʰᵉᶤʳ
"Sure," Vander replied sarcastically. She was probably hiding something, but when was she not? He didn't feel like interrogating her about it; they'd end up bickering, and it might not end in snogging this time. He nodded vaguely as she went on about Ryans and his voyeurism, his thoughts elsewhere, and was only riled up enough to reply when she mentioned his lack of friends. "Because you're always surrounded by friends, aren't you?" he retorted. "Last I checked, it was just Mitchell, and I'll give you two guesses as to where she probably is right now." Probably off snogging the mute in some cupboard, and burning her house crest while she was at it. He'd never met a more un-Slytherin-like Slytherin in his life, and that was counting little mudbloods who could barely even pronounce the name.
"What is there to...," he muttered under his breath in disbelief at her confused reply. "I mean, what are we? Because we sure as hell weren't acting like we were engaged before this summer, and now we are, and it's really odd, but not in an unpleasant way, but I don't know how you want us to act at school, and I don't know what you want me to be to you and...," he trailed off, looking both frustrated and anxious. "I can't read minds, Wendy." He looked away in embarrassment, scanning the rest of the table. Cy was smugly sitting there plotting something, Vio was moping over Merlin knew what, probably her pathetic existence, the Hastings siblings were sitting with the Townsend mudblood, Calvert was most likely mooning over his boyfriend, the youngest Avery was flirting with Strudwick, and the first years... He couldn't even look at them, they were already irritating him. I'll sit in silence for the rest of my life if you'd like.
Dressing our wings with industrial gloves made of wire;
Feel it penetrating the skin, we begin to relax,
When it's just the two of us, and a cute little cup of cyanide.
You left my heart like an abandoned car:
Old and worn out, no use at all...
But I used to be free.
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Tue Nov 03, 2015 9:02 am
 αɢє 11 | αםvєитυяєя | sℓчтнєяιи ғιяsт чєαя ☆º°”˜`”°º☆ ★º°”˜`”°º★ ﻬஐ Caty beamed in delight as the hat proclaimed her a Slytherin and she very nearly ran off the stool with the hat still fixed on her head. She couldn't believe she had gotten where she had wanted! She was sure this might be a slight shock to her siblings and cousins, and she did feel sort of bad for Pru since she had sincerely hoped that she'd join her in Gryffindor. Thinking of the older girl, she made an abrupt turn and went running tot he Gryffindor table giving her cousin a tight hug babbling a mile a second. "Ohmygoshthatwassototallywicked! Theboatrideandthelakeandhowcomeyoudidn'ttellmeaboutthesquid?! ButI'msorryIdidn'tmakeGryffindorbutI'msuuuuperexcitedIcan'twaittotellKennyandDa! Butdon'ttellAintinyetkayloveyou! Hi Addy! Bye Addy!" The first year released the older girl and gave a quick wave to her boyfriend before rushing back to the opposite side of the Great Hall. Caty had considered stopping by the Ravenclaw table and doing the same to Rhys but he already seemed in a horrid mood and she didn't want to encroach in his space. So she just continued on at her own table wondering which seat Kenny used to sit at before she figured that throughout seven years of schooling it was probably all of them at some point. She slid into an open seat luckily that was besides one of the girls she had met on the Lake. Crud, she couldn't remember her name! She should've written it down but she didn't have any paper on her. Shoot! So she settled for just grinning at the girl before realizing she was already talking to another boy and just stayed out of it instead focused upon staring up at the stars on the ceiling to see if she could find any constellations.ஐﻬ
I'll think of a mermaid lagoon
Oh--underneath a magic moon
I'll think I'm in a pirate's cave
I'll think I'll be an Indian brave
Now, everybody try--one, two, three!
We can fly! We can fly! We can fly!
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Posted: Tue Nov 03, 2015 9:12 am
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xxxxxxxxA I M E E ◆ M C H A L E N First Year ◆ Slytherin ◆ Half Blood 
I know what you think in the morning,
When the sun shines on the ground,
And shows what you have done,
It shows where your mind has gone.[/
The hat had barely touched her head before it yelled out Slytherin. So she joined the long line of McHalens that were Slytherins... She stood and walked towards the table. At least Caty was also in her house. It would be easier to make friends with Caty around... although she thought that Caty made a few too many friends for her own liking. She was actually a little shocked Caty had been put in Slytherin. Her father had explained the house traits to her, and she thought for sure Caty would end up in Gryffindor or something more... outgoing. Slytherin seemed so dark and dingy, not Caty like at all.
She shrugged and plopped into the open seat next to Caty and bumped her with her shoulder. "If you squeal about us being in the same house, I will sit far away from you." She teased, sticking out her tongue at the girl. Now that she was sorted, she just wanted the rest of the first years to hurry up so she could finally eat. Her belly was grumbling from how hungry it was.
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ooc: You all have guns,
And you never put the safety on,
I'm trying, I'm trying to sleep,
But I can't, but I can't when you all have,
Guns for hands, yeah
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Posted: Tue Nov 03, 2015 10:40 am
 This is a black, black ski mask song
So put all of your anger on
In the truly gruesome do we trust
I will always land on you like a sucker punch
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Sʟʏᴛʜᴇʀɪɴ || Fɪʀsᴛ Yᴇᴀʀ || Mᴜɢɢʟᴇʙᴏʀɴ
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Leon snorted when he heard the hat's proclamation, and rolled his eyes when it was removed. He stood, turning to glance back at the article of clothing before making his way down to the table. "Grea', now I'm in th' 'ouse wiff th' ruddy racis' prats. Jus' me lucky day..." He sat down heavily, already shooting glares at everyone while he folded his arms across his chest. No, he didn't like this. Guaranteed he would never trust anyone here, especially since they were all backstabbers and liars and thieves. Ugh, could this weird little trip into crazy end soon? He liked being nice and sane, thank you. They really wanted someone that would be gullible enough to believe all this shite, they could look at Jer. Just leave him out of it.
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Location: Great Hall
Thinking: Lovely, I'm now stereotyped as a racist, how fun...
OOC:
I’m just a problem that doesn’t want to be solved
So could you please hold your applause
Take this sideshow and all its freaks
And turn it into the silver screen dream
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Posted: Tue Nov 03, 2015 10:44 am
 xxSo naive
xxI keep holding on to what I want to believe
M O R G A Nx F E L I Xx M A T H O S
Slytherin │ First Year │ Eleven Years Old │ Halfblood
Morgan was taken aback when someone spoke to him. Couldn’t they just leave him alone? He was obviously busy sulking and had no intention of being interrupted. When he looked up at her, though, his stubborn silence gave way. Morgan was like that. His moods changed at the drop of a hat and so did the way he reacted to them "Well," he said, "I think the hat made a mistake. My dad told me that Slytherin’s for the greedy and the sneaky, and that Gryffindor’s more for bravery and nobility. I belong there, not here." His voice had a hint of whininess. He saw how stupid and pathetic he must look, so he put himself back together and regarded the girl more coldly. After all, she’d been sorted into this house too, he probably couldn’t trust her.
"Who are you, anyway?" He asked. I can see
But I keep holding on and on and on and on
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Posted: Tue Nov 03, 2015 1:32 pm
ωєη∂у мα∂єℓιηє ςнαιѕту <6th Year> Wendy narrowed her eyes for just a moment at Vander's sarcastic response when she denied anything was bothering her. At least he had enough sense to not argue with her or press the matter. Instead he half listened as she prattled on until she ruffled his feathers by pointing out the lack of friends he had. Wendy sighed at his retort. The argument was typical. She may not have a large number of friends but at least she could count one besides just Evander and they had been more or less forced together. Mira and her had a more natural friendship. It was sad to call the only friend you have to be the person you were betrothed to. "Wherever Mira is she is likely avoiding you," Wendy answered airily refusing to let his words bother her. Mira and Wendy may disagree on a great many things and she may have been a bit harsh about Timothy at the wedding but it had kept things quiet. Surely Mira and Timothy (who was a Ravenclaw who was supposed to be smart) would have realized the logic in her actions and words. Wendy stared as Evander answered her confusion with disbelief. Wendy let out a small laugh and smiled, "Are you seriously that dense? Besides, it isn't like I ever denied our engagement one way or another. Why would I suddenly do so now?" Wendy frowned for a moment and tapped her chin as she considered the question and then said with a small smile and blushing pink, "I... Girls aren't that complicated, Evander. You don't need to be a mind reader to understand us. We like jewelry and flowers (I'd just rather jewelry). We like being taken out on cute dates and holding hands. Simple stuff." She smiled larger still blushing before returning to her typical neutral expression and aloof tone, " And you could always take the mind magic class if you want to 'read' minds. David did. Though I can't really see him using it, perhaps to figure out the best gift to get his wife or some nonsense... Either way it can't be that hard. Besides I'm taking animagus studies this year so if I can handle that with my NEWT classes I'm sure you could handle mind magic. Besides you have me to help you in any classes you struggle with like transfiguration."------------------------------------------------------------------------ Time: 2031-2032
Dressed: Clothes
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Posted: Tue Nov 03, 2015 5:24 pm
c υ r r e n т l y ╔═══════════════════════════════╗ ✖ Sıиgłe ✖ Looking Modest at the Slytherin Table with The Hastings xxxғeelιngxxx Nervous xxxтнιnĸιngxxx ❝ This shouldn't be too terribly awkward, right? ❞ ╚═══════════════════════════════╝
síck σf αll thєsє pєσplє t α l k í n g , síck σf αll thís n σ í s є ◊ ◊ ◊xxxxxxxxxxxx
tírєd σf αll thєsє cαmєrαs f l α s h í n g , síck σf в є í n g p σ í s є d ◊ ◊ ◊xxxxxxxxx
tírєd σf αll thєsє cαmєrαs f l α s h í n g , síck σf в є í n g p σ í s є d ◊ ◊ ◊xxxxxx
tírєd σf αll thєsє cαmєrαs f l α s h í n g , síck σf в є í n g p σ í s є d ◊ ◊ ◊xxx
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spaceLori suppressed the urge to frown at the greeting from the siblings, sensing that she had made an error in judgement. Perhaps she should have stayed with Gia and Carver, she thought solemnly. Tristan, she couldn't tell, he might be happy to see her, but nothing about his demeanor seemed particularly so. More neutral, perhaps. And his sister certainly wasn't pleased with her being here. She shifted uncomfortably, making note that in the future, she should probably allow Tristan to be the one to approach. Then she would never have to wonder if she was wanted, and wouldn't make such a mistake again.
spaceAt least he wasn't ignoring her, she thought when he answered her question. His comment on being cooped up made her arch a brow. She hadn't considered that. Did his more... wolfish tendencies, did they show through his human self? Thinking back, she did note that he had a few habits here and there that implied such. Interesting. But, she wasn't going to press; it was a sore subject, she knew. And her knowing was perhaps even more so. She didn't want to rock the boat any more than she already had. "Mm, you can't be much worse than they were," she said easily, rolling her eyes at the thought. "Snipping and bickering the whole ride. Or, most of it. The rest was them sending glares at one another with me stuck in the middle. Very awkward." She sighed, shrugging her shoulders to loosen some tension, glancing down the table to where her best friend sat. "As for what the 'something' was... I think Gia might kill me if I mention it. But I'm sure you'll figure it out easily enough. It's rather... noticeable. Carver's in a bit of trouble with her for it."
spaceLori did hope that the pair sorted this thing out soon enough. It was funny for now, but would grow annoying soon enough. And really, Gia should be much more concerned about the potential for back problems than about who was staring at them. Lori was personally quite thankful she'd thus far not run into such an issue, though it had nothing to do with whether or not she thought anyone would notice her figure. Actually, she didn't think she would care much if they did... But, then, she didn't really have a figure to notice, so she could be proven wrong on that matter. She sighed again, resting her fist on her chin, eyes far away. "So, how was your Summer?" she asked, then wondered if it'd been a stupid question. They had written one another, after all, even if it hadn't been much. She was fairly certain that, had anything of note occurred, he'd have at least mentioned it. Then again, maybe not. Maybe he didn't want her to know about anything else of note in his life.
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xxx◊ ◊ ◊ í'm hєαdєd strαíght fσr thє c α s t l є , thєч wαnnα mαkє mє thєír q u є є n
xxxxxx◊ ◊ ◊ αnd thєrє's αn σld mαn síttíng σn thє thrσnє thαt's sαчíng thαt í prσвαвlч shσuldn't вє sσ mєαn
xxxxxxxxx◊ ◊ ◊ í'm hєαdєd strαíght fσr thє c α s t l є , thєч'vє gσt thє kíngdσm l σ c k є d u p
xxxxxxxxxxxx◊ ◊ ◊ αnd thєrє's αn σld mαn síttíng σn thє thrσnє thαt's sαчíng í shσuld prσвαвlч kєєp mч prєttч mσuth shut
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Posted: Tue Nov 03, 2015 7:36 pm
αɢє 11 | αםvєитυяєя | sℓчтнєяιи ғιяsт чєαя ☆º°”˜`”°º☆ ★º°”˜`”°º★ ﻬஐ Caty was in between talking quietly to her lizard and watching the sorting watching the people she would share classes with be sorted. She clapped loudly when she heard her friends being sorted saddened that no one else she knew had joined her at the table until Aimee was sorted into Slytherin as well and came to join her. She gave her friend a bright smile and was about to let loose a sound probably only heard by wild dogs before her friend told her that if she squealed then she wouldn't sit next to her. Cheeky and rude. Although she knew she was teasing she still didn't let loose a squeal but instead gave her friend a cheeky smirk and wrapped her arms around her for a tight hug. "You didn't say anything about hugging! There must always be fine print for any agreement!" she told her imperiously before falling back into laughter. "This is going to be so great! We'll be roommates basically!" The girl had never really shared her room with anyone before. Being the baby of the family, like the hat had deciphered, really did have it's perks. One of which was that she usually didn't have to share her personal space. That didn't mean she wouldn't mind it, she loved sleepovers and this would be like one giant one that wouldn't end! Tock, who had spent most of the evening cooped up in the pocket of his friend's robe, peeked out from beneath a lapel and climbed until he was safely on her shoulder and looking eye level with another girl. "Oh! Idunno if I introduced you or not, but this is Tock! He's a crocodile skink!" Caty told her petting the top of his head and grinning when he gave his customary hissing purrs.ஐﻬ
I'll think of a mermaid lagoon
Oh--underneath a magic moon
I'll think I'm in a pirate's cave
I'll think I'll be an Indian brave
Now, everybody try--one, two, three!
We can fly! We can fly! We can fly!
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Posted: Tue Nov 03, 2015 8:24 pm
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xxxxxxxxA I M E E ◆ M C H A L E N First Year ◆ Slytherin ◆ Half Blood
I know what you think in the morning,
When the sun shines on the ground,
And shows what you have done,
It shows where your mind has gone.[/
Aimee let the redhead hug her exuberantly. She supposed she'd have to get used to that if she was to be friends with Caty. She chuckled as Caty went on about roommates and how great life was going to be. She had a feeling that life with Caty would be interesting... and that was putting it mildly. She grinned as the lizard crawled up and out to sit on Caty's shoulder. She remembered Caty going on and on about peter pan before in Diagon... so it only served to amuse Aimee that she had a pet crocodile.... named Tock....
"He's beautiful. I wanted to get a pet cuz Michael... I mean my dad told me I could have one here, but I didn't know what I wanted. He said that I could get one next summer once I decided what I wanted." She paused and shrugged. "Hopefully in a year I'll have decided. So did you purposefully name him Tock because of the crocodile in Peter Pan that goes after Captain Hook?" She was glad she had at least one friend who knew Muggle stories. Even though she was a half blood, she had grown up in a muggle home. Her only escape from her God awful mother were fairy tales... but of course her mother never bought her new things, so she had only read all the classics that her grandmother had given to her when she'd died. Peter pan being one of her all time favorites of course.
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ooc: You all have guns,
And you never put the safety on,
I'm trying, I'm trying to sleep,
But I can't, but I can't when you all have,
Guns for hands, yeah
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Posted: Tue Nov 03, 2015 10:34 pm
αɢє 11 | αםvєитυяєя | sℓчтнєяιи ғιяsт чєαя ☆º°”˜`”°º☆ ★º°”˜`”°º★ ﻬஐ Caty listened as Aimee explained that she was still thinking of what type of pet to get and that she'd hopefully have an idea by next summer. "A lot of people get owls or cats or kneazles and stuff like that because those are animals they feel closest too or most familiar with. I chose Tock here he was the one trying the hardest to get out his cage! It was so cute and funny that I couldn't imagine not having him!" she giggled. At the question of whether she named him after the infamous crocodile in Peter Pan she gave a mock affronted gasp. "Of course I did! Tic didn't really fit him and neither did Tink but I'm hoping that for a later birthday or Yule present I can talk my Da into letting me have a dragon lizard. They fly and everything!" Hopefully she could get a female so she could name her Tink and then everything would be in place. She'd be Peter, she'd have her flying Tink as a sidekick, and her crock Tock as an added bonus. "Have you also read Peter Pan in Scarlet? Neverland is in autumn and the imagery is just so beautiful! I even saved up some of my Yule money so I could buy a Jay feather quill. Not to use though!" Caty shook her head with a short laugh. That jay feather was going to stay happily tucked away to never be used but preserved forever. It wasn't an obsession. Honest!ஐﻬ
I'll think of a mermaid lagoon
Oh--underneath a magic moon
I'll think I'm in a pirate's cave
I'll think I'll be an Indian brave
Now, everybody try--one, two, three!
We can fly! We can fly! We can fly!
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Posted: Tue Nov 03, 2015 10:44 pm
 
A short breath flared through nostrils, distant blue eyes searched the empty plates glittering like stars up and down the long wooden table. All he could think about was the feast, the food, the roasted chicken legs, shepherds pie, lamb chops, and, mmm, steaks. Salivating at the only the mocking appearance of empty plates; Tristan whined impatiently under his breath. But he was being ridiculously selfish, wasn't he? He knew he was doing it too, but he couldn't stop. It's like that scratch you can't stop itching, and now he's left with a bleeding scab. But instead of dwelling further, he redirected this misguided affliction on the wooden grain of the table top and scratched a line across the surface with chipped nails. ”Oh yeah?” he mused, the crease in his brows trying to feign the interest that his eyes obviously wouldn't convey. It wasn't that he didn't care, he just—what is his problem? He doesn't even know! ”Too bad I didn't see you on the platform then... Still, you should'a came and found us on the train, we could've saved you,” he gestured with a short nod towards Savannah, who was too busy focusing on the sorting to chime in. Tristan followed Lorelei's gaze and shrugged himself, mirroring her actions because his da' always told him it was some psychology technique to get closer to people, or something. ”Well now I'm just curious, but...I understand the loyalty.” He nodded conclusively and resolved not to press the issue any further.
As Lorelei settled into a subdued stance with the weight of her head propped against her fist, Tristan had already carved the first four letters of his name on the table and decided to quit while he was still ahead. China blue eyes spun upward at her proposed question and he hummed thoughtfully. Really, he wanted to complain about his summer. But he'd done enough of that on the carriage ride up to the castle gates, hadn't he? ”Dull, I suppose... Well... not all bad, I guess—I mean, when I wasn't grounded for getting caught in the forest with those twats anyway. Da was furious—But at least he still took me to see that meteor shower in the beginning of the summer... Did you do anything?” The fleeting words of the deputy headmistress had barely registered in his mind between the full orchestra band playing in the great hall; footsteps drummed low and laughter was high on flutes and trumpets, stories and gossip and sarcasm strung chords of violins, cellos, and basses. But Savannah had nudged a bony elbow against his rib cage and pointed toward the familiar blond seated on the stool. As soon as the hat cried Slytherin, his sister was on her feet and cheering, waving wildly for their cousin to join them at the table. "Ralphy!" Tristan clapped along, albeit slowly, bewilderment scattered across his features. Ralph had always seemed like a shoe-in for Hufflepuff, in Tristan's opinion. ”That's my cousin, by the way, Ralph.”
∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷【LOCATION:: Slytherin Table】 【ATTIRE:: house robes】 【HOUSE:: Slytherin, Third Year 】 【STATS:: Thirteen, 5'1", 112lbs】 ∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷ ∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷【LOCATION:: Slytherin Table 】 【ATTIRE:: house robes, jewelry】 【HOUSE:: Slytherin, Second Year 】 【STATS:: Twelve, 5'3", 101lbs 】 ∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷
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Essy ze Ninja Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Nov 04, 2015 2:47 am
Nicole Lyra "Nike" Lovette ◆ First Year ◆ Pureblood ◆ Slytherin ◆ Second-born ◆ ◆ Thinking : "Wow, he looked stiff."
◆ With : Morgan Mathos
◆ Attire : Slytherin Robes
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Posted: Wed Nov 04, 2015 7:18 am
 If I could have my wasted days back
Would I use them to get back on track?
Stop to warm at Karma's burning
Or look ahead, but keep on turning?
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Who am I with? Himself
What am I doing? Sitting here.
What am I thinking? Another year, another wish that the squib had died over the summer...
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Hamilton looked up and noted Sera taking a seat next to him, giving her a nod and then turning his eyes to the Sorting taking place. It seemed like Slytherin was getting quite a few new members, while the other houses were lagging behind. Oh well, it wasn't really a concern of his about how the rest of the houses were doing. When Sera asked about how his summer had been, he shrugged. It hadn't been any better or worse than last summer, except with the added benefit of that he hadn't been hexed and left to be assaulted. He'd been lucky to survive. "It wasn't too bad. Father isn't exactly happy about the fact that Mother's been having her circle of friends over all summer, and the house is, as usual, empty and big. Otherwise it's been uneventful. What about you? Was your summer just as interesting?"
He couldn't tell if it was odd or not, but he actually thought he missed conversing with someone his age. He'd been looked over critically, had been asked about how his schooling was going and what classes he took, but never more than that. Made him almost want to go down to the kitchens and talk to some of the house elves down there. While yes, they were obligated to obey his command, it had been something that he'd done since he was really young and they at least weren't giving him platitudes or other such rot when he told them to actually speak truthfully. It was weird, but he could have sworn that one of the family elves seemed to take great pleasure in talking to him like a real person. Creature didn't actually stutter so much when they talked. He couldn't even recall why he'd started that little past time. Probably Pancras started it, and he just didn't have enough sense to end it.
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OOC:
Do I have the strength
To know how I'll go?
Can I find it inside
To deal with what I shouldn't know?
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