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spaceLori had to say, the ride to the school had been... uncomfortable. Why, she didn't quite know, but she had the distinct feeling she was missing something. A feeling that was only exacerbated by the comment Levi had made concerning 'quality time' spent between herself and the other two boys. She didn't quite understand what he'd meant by it, because surely people didn't think... Or, perhaps they did, she thought with a frown. How utterly ridiculous! But, certainly not improbable, as much as she hated to admit it. She wished she could believe her peers were smart enough to realize that her having gone on a couple of dates did not mean she was actually an item with either boy involved, but apparently doing so would be granting them too much credit. As she parted ways from Levi and Zeph, offering the pair a polite goodbye, she found herself wondering why anyone would even care. She, Tristan, and Zeph were all completely aware of the reality of the situation. It didn't make sense for anyone else to be poking their nose in it. And if they were going to, why couldn't they simply ask, anyway?
spaceShe frowned when, as they approached the table, Tristan asked to speak with her later, alone. He, too, had seemed perturbed by the strange energy between the group on the way to the castle, though she didn't quite fathom why. After all, surely it was her own reputation suffering for whatever it was people were saying? Whatever the case, she hoped that, with the other two boys gone, his mood would improve. Still, something was on his mind that he wanted to address. "I'm sure we can find time tonight," she said easily, figuring that whatever this was, if he was so agitated over it, they'd best discuss it as soon as possible. "Hm, perhaps meet in the usual storage room after lights out?" Her tone hushed, she very covertly glanced around the table as she sat to ensure that no one nearby was inclined to eavesdropping... Or, well. Any moreso than most of their house, she supposed. "Is it... hm. Is it about your, ah. Pet?" Perhaps it was a bit of a stretch, but honestly, Lori figured it was a safer thing to call it than any of the alternatives. And it meant that, while they didn't discuss anything at length in public, they could at least comment on it briefly when necessary. Having a code, however silly, made life much easier, she thought.
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Posted: Fri Feb 05, 2016 7:59 pm
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She tried not to laugh; it would've seemed mean, but she couldn't help herself. Savannah managed to hide her smile behind her hand when he freaked out and caught the frog in midair, and so very hesitant to snap its leg to break the enchantment. ”Sorry,” she said with an apologetic shrug, ”but what kind of magicalfolk would we be if we didn't turn frogs into chocolate? Rather boring ones, that's what.” Honestly, she never considered how cruel it was, or the other joke gags and wizarding candies—ones that could make you sick, swell your tongue, or turn your head invisible. Well these muggleborns sure have a lot to look forward to on their first Hogsmeade trip. Soon, they were joined by a few more first years, and pausing first to glance over her shoulder, Savannah then nodded her head pointedly to the little girl who introduced herself as Maisie. ”She's right, he's a German wizard; quite the nasty brute, if I recall—the chocolate frogs always come with a wizarding card; only famous wizards can be featured in 'em. Some people like to collect them...”
When one of the boys', Arden, so he said, had stuck out a hand for the customary handshake, Savannah wrinkled her nose, but she shook his hand anyway. It said a lot about a person, after all. And the way she barely touched his hand with a breezy shake, probably spoke more than his firm grip ever would. She tried not to think too much on it. ”Savannah Hastings, third year—suppose I'll be one of the first to welcome you lot to Slytherin. I hope you like dark and dreary, because our common room is in the dungeons and under the lake; you can sometimes see fish swimming by in the windows though.” She bit her lip, something about this reminded her of a song and she wanted to sing it but... Instead, she glanced over her shoulder for what seemed like the tenth time that night and couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching her.
[OOC: ] ∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷【LOCATION:: slytherin table 】 【COMPANY:: Leon, Wren, Maisie 】
【ATTIRE:: mini skirt, tattered fishnets 】 【STATS:: thirteen, 5'5", 119lbs 】 ∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷
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Essy ze Ninja Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Feb 06, 2016 9:03 am
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Posted: Sat Feb 06, 2016 11:02 am
I'm supposed to be the soldier who never blows his composure
Even though I hold the weight of the whole world on my shoulders
I ain't never supposed to show it, my crew ain't supposed to know it
Even if it means goin' toe to toe with a Benzino it don't matter
I'd never drag them in battles that I can handle unless I absolutely have to
I'm supposed to set an example XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX  ⒒ | Ｍｕｇｇｌｅｂｏｒｎ | Ｓｌｙｔｈｅｒｉｎ Ｆｉｒｓｔ Ｙｅａｒ ✕ ✖ ✗✘ Wren saw the other girl trying not to laugh at him while he dealt with the deranged candy and scowled at her despite her being the one to give him the food. He scoffed when she replied that they'd be boring magical folk if they didn't make their chocolate the stuff of children's nightmares. It almost made him curious as to what other "funny" candies they might have scattered about. Load of freaks the lot of them. Though that says a lot about him considering he's now technically one of those freaks, huh? "Rather be bored than scarred." he said with a scowl before taking another bite of the chocolate. Just because it looked freakish didn't diminish its taste or his horrendous hunger. he was fine just ignoring her after thanking her for the chocolate but then some kid who looked like he was attending a business meeting sat next to him and actually held out a hand for him to shake. Did he look like the handshake type? Hell, did he even look like the type that liked to be surrounded by people?! When the older girl gave her name her declined to do so himself purposely stuffing the rest of the chocolate frog in his mouth in defiance. Wren very nearly smacked his face back onto the table when another girl came and sat with them saying something about Agrippa and introducing herself like they were going to be fast friends or some s**t like that. Did he have to scream it to the heavens to be understood he just wanted to be left alone?! God what was with these people!? Both the boy and the girl Maise or some s**t like that looked like they were the types that had a silver spoon wedged so far down their throats they s**t bricks of it and what. they thought that he'd be flattered that they'd want to sit and talk with him. He was about to say as much when another ******** girl sat down and introduced herself. He so ******** done he was starting to become claustrophobic from being surrounded by these people who just wouldn't take a the ******** hint that he wanted to be left alone. He'd met these types before at his regular school; you sit alone, you scowl, but there's this one butterflies and sunshine kid that thinks if they're nice enough that they could be your new best friend. If you curse them out like you want to they either go ahead and think that you were opening up or you get in trouble with the ******** administration and get a day or two suspension. Either option was not favorable at the time so he decided to ignore everyone by putting his head in his arms on the table and thinking the lyrics to "Rap God" in Welsh. Step by step, heart to heart, left right left
We all fall down like toy soldiers
Bit by bit, torn apart, we never win
But the battle wages on for toy soldiers
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Posted: Sat Feb 06, 2016 10:33 pm
  Location: Great Hall - Slytherin Table Mira looked over at what Benjamin was doodling. She shook her head at his comment. Why he believed her and Timothy got into a fight was beyond her. “We didn’t get into a fight… Honestly things couldn’t be better.” She told him with a smile. “And my Head Girl status has nothing to do with it. If looking bad was what I was avoiding, hang with you is hardly helping.” She added before he brought up Wendy and Evander.
Sighing Mira found herself looking over at them before looking back at Benjamin. “Yeah, they aren’t the most pleasant together that’s for sure… I only put up with it because Wendy tolerates being my friend. Besides they’re probably discussing… who knows what.” She said catching herself before she mentioned anything about weddings. It was better she didn’t talk about it, even if it was hypothetical to Benjamin or not. “Anyways, what’s the big deal with me hanging around you? We are friends aren’t we?” She questioned him before looking back to the sorting. Why did she even care if they were friends…? It wasn’t like it mattered or anything.  Status: Happy and Simply Delight With: Fellow Slytherins... Benjamin Wearing: Slytherin Uniform 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: Sun Feb 07, 2016 9:14 am
 xSeymour Benjamin Ryansxxxxx xxxx<7th Year> My watch broke last week <2032-2033>
And I don't need directions to know I'm < at the Slytherin Table >
And an FYI, looking this Awesome is an art!
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Posted: Sun Feb 07, 2016 1:13 pm
Location: Great Hall - Slytherin Table Mira shock her head at Benjamin’s words. She couldn’t believe he’d ask her such things. Then again she shouldn’t be surprised this was Benjamin she was talking too. “That’s because it’s none of your business.” She told him before adding with a smirk, “Besides a lady never tells.” Mira glanced over at the sorting. It seemed Gryffindor had taken most of the first years for its ranks. Looking back to Benjamin she laughed at his boastful comment. “Yeah, you wish. If by awesome you mean disliked for taking pictures for blackmail then you’re doing so well.” She told him with a small smile.
When Benjamin asked why she put up with Wendy, Mira’s smile disappeared. She hardly put up with her, she was the only one who didn’t mind her company it seemed or didn’t judge her on how she acted before. “I don’t put up with her. She’s been my friend since our first day. Sure I couldn’t really stand her at first but we’ve come to be pretty close. That’s even with Evander telling her to cut ties with me.” She answered him before adding. “So, what if no one likes her? Last time I checked there aren’t a lot of people who like me either.” Shaking her head, she looked over at her redheaded friend. “Probably how to get away with poisoning someone. Though there’s always the possibility they’re discussing something else...” Mira said looking back to Benjamin. “I’m no mind reader but she’s graduating and he’s not.” She honestly couldn’t say what they were talking about. Though it probably had something to do with the future she was sure. “I used to…” Mira told Benjamin quietly. That was the truth she used to just tolerate him because he was Timothy’s friend. She could still recall the conversation her and David had about it. “But, that’s before you grew on me. You and Morven…” She admitted. “Just because Wendy doesn’t like you due to family relations, doesn’t mean I don’t see you as a friend.” Mira said before adding as she looked back to the front of the room. “And I do consider you a friend. No matter how annoying you can get sometimes.” Status: Happy... I can't believe I'm admitting it. With: Fellow Slytherins... Benjamin Wearing: Slytherin Uniform 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: Sun Feb 07, 2016 1:40 pm
xSeymour Benjamin Ryansxxxxx xxxx<7th Year> My watch broke last week <2032-2033>
And I don't need directions to know I'm < at the Slytherin Table >
And an FYI, looking this Awesome is an art!
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Essy ze Ninja Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Feb 07, 2016 3:35 pm
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Tristan wished he could cocoon himself in his robes; he would've curled his legs underneath him and wrapped himself into a bundle, but he didn't want to draw anymore attention to himself. Didn't want to seem childish or silly; never mind that he was still a child, nobody really cares about the truth anyway. With a heavy sigh he leaned forward to rest both arms on the table and slumped over, his head felt heavy so he dropped the weight of it from his neck and hung down to stare at the floor beneath the table. Dark hair shadowed over his features and for a few long minutes, he didn't move; just breathed. Slow and steady. His nostrils pricked up an unfamiliar scent traveling down the table in a breeze that he couldn't track. It was a scent he didn't think he'd have any issue with this year—he was a fourth year now, which meant no more Professor Hill, and that redhead had graduated now—so just what the hell was going on? As soon as it came however, it was gone, and no matter how many times he tried to turn his head left and right to find its source, he'd have no such luck.
”Good,” he said, perhaps a bit too brusquely then intended. Smoothing his tone, he repeated himself, glossing gently over the word as if it were an apology, ”...Good.” Wetting his dry lips quickly, Tristan was none pleased that in a few weeks, he'd have to force himself to devour that nasty potion leading up to the full moon. It had taken his father nearly a year of brewing to get the potion right; and he had one too many scars hidden under his long sleeves to prove it. But who was this new werewolf? He thought he smelt it on the train but just written it off as paranoia. Now, either he was as paranoid as his sister or there was a mutt running around and biting people. Maybe it was the same one who bit him? ”My what?” Tristan blinked, brows scrunched together before it finally dawned on him. ”Oh! Uh... um... something like that, yeah,” he mumbled the end of it, turning his head to search up and down the table again.
He didn't want to have to worry about this now too, as if juggling his confusion over Sybil and Lori wasn't bad enough, and now there was a new werewolf in the school? Or maybe, he considered the idea now, being insane and paranoid wasn't such a bad option? It beats the ugly truth, anyway. Maybe it was best if they just... dropped the subject though? With that in mind, he searched up and down the Ravenclaw table for a quick second before he turned back and said, ”You uh... haven't seen Sybil anywhere? Have you?” If he didn't know any better, he'd swear she was avoiding him. But why? He hadn't done anything wrong, that he was aware of, when they hung out at his house during the summer. All they did was rummage through old books and run around (well, he ran, she watched) through the forest just outside his house. It was nothing, really, or so he kept trying to tell himself. The entire time he was with her though, his stomach kept somersaulting up to his throat—it happened again during his date with Lori at the movies—he thought he might've just been getting sick but... It can't be just a coincidence if it only happens when he's around those two, can it? ”Anyway,” he shook his head, realizing he might not stop talking if he broached that subject, then he quickly added, ”So what the hell was up with Levi anyway?” Oh hell, and he had been doing so well not to bring that up too. ”Kinda weird, don't you think?”
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【LOCATION:: slytherin table】 【COMPANY:: Lori】 【ATTIRE:: uniform】 【STATS:: 5'3", 136lbs】
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Posted: Sun Feb 07, 2016 7:35 pm
 They're gonna 𝔠𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔫 𝔲𝔭 your looks
With all the 𝔩𝔦𝔢𝔰 in the books
To make a 𝔠𝔦𝔱𝔦𝔷𝔢𝔫 out of you
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Where? Slytherin Table
Who? The Slytherins.
Thoughts?Finally! It's about time to get going and I was put in the best House at Hogwarts. Today is definitely my day.
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xxxAfter the Sorting Hat exclaimed his House, a breath of relief just left his lungs. The exact same breath he'd been holding since his name was called to be Sorted. Letting his face shift into a smirk, he went to sit down at the Slytherin Table where the uproar was originating. He sat down between a couple people that weren't really talking to each other, figuring it was as good a spot as any. He couldn't wait to write home and let his sister hear the good news. And his father too, though Jack had a sneaking suspicion that his father wouldn't be surprised.
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OOC:
Because they 𝔰𝔩𝔢𝔢𝔭 with a gun
And keep an 𝔢𝑦𝔢 on you, son
So they can 𝔴𝔞𝔱𝔠𝔥 all the things you do
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Posted: Mon Feb 08, 2016 1:41 am
♚「Nicole Lyra "Nike" Lovette」♚ ◆ Second Year ◆ Pureblood ◆ Slytherin ◆ Second-born ◆     ◆ With : Cyrus Lillantine ◆ Where : Hogsmeade Station ----> Slytherin Table ◆ Wearing : Uniform ◆ Out.Of.Cases : @murrue : Dear murrue, good luck dealing with Leon, I hope Ray still lives and survives. 8'D
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Posted: Mon Feb 08, 2016 10:29 am
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Cinnabun Gryffie Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Feb 08, 2016 10:48 am
  ⁂𝒯𝒽𝒾𝓇𝒹 𝒴𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝒮𝓁𝓎𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓃⁂ Tessa looked over at Kyson, nodding calmly. "I like languages. They come easily to me. Wouldn't you study words, if given the chance?" She had always been good at learning, but languages flowed like molten silver. When Kyson mentioned his heirship, she blinked. As if no one else had the struggle! "At least you get it easily. Your only rivals are your older sister, who has the mental capacity of a chicken, and your little sister that's scared of her own shadow. I have actual people to defeat, and even then, I'm overlooked simply for being female. Not to mention, your family is far softer on the rules than mine. As for my family, it's kill or be killed over the titles." She crossed her arms, bitter that her cousins.... existed. Stupid Morgan, particularly. He was in the lead to get the head of family, while she was looked down upon further than Heath, who purposely irked the family enough to be out of the running. Stupid boys. When Kyson mentioned his classes, she gave an apathetic laugh. "And how many are you taking for intellectual betterment without mommy and daddy telling you? Hm? I'm taking those classes simply because I want to." She lifted an eyebrow, wondering what he would say about that. "Besides, if your brain exploded, it wouldn't ruffle a single hair on your pretty little head." Wʜᴇɴ I ɢʀᴏᴡ ᴜᴘ I ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ʙᴇ ғᴀᴍᴏᴜs
I ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ʙᴇ ᴀ sᴛᴀʀ, I ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ʙᴇ ɪɴ ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇs
Wʜᴇɴ I ɢʀᴏᴡ ᴜᴘ I ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ sᴇᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ
Dʀɪᴠᴇ ɴɪᴄᴇ ᴄᴀʀs, I ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɢʀᴏᴜᴘɪᴇs
Wʜᴇɴ I ɢʀᴏᴡ ᴜᴘ ʙᴇ ᴏɴ TV
Pᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴍᴇ, ʙᴇ ᴏɴ ᴍᴀɢᴀᴢɪɴᴇs
Wʜᴇɴ I ɢʀᴏᴡ ᴜᴘ, ғʀᴇsʜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʟᴇᴀɴ
Nᴜᴍʙᴇʀ ᴏɴᴇ ᴄʜɪᴄᴋ ᴡʜᴇɴ I sᴛᴇᴘ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴄᴇɴᴇ Ɓє cαяєfυƖ ωнαт уσυ ωιѕн fσя 'cαυѕє уσυ נυѕт мιgнт gєт ιт {OoC}
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Posted: Mon Feb 08, 2016 11:09 pm
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Cinnabun Gryffie Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Feb 08, 2016 11:26 pm
⁂𝒯𝒽𝒾𝓇𝒹 𝒴𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝒮𝓁𝓎𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓃⁂ Tessa stared at Kyson with a rage in her eyes as he spoke about his family. God, he was stupid, wasn't he? He didn't understand that he had a perfectly cushy life. Obviously, he was going to be heir uncontested, but she had almost no chance to ever earn that title. There was a full probability that she would have to work for her life, or even to live at home with her parents. Neither of those things seemed optional, but stupid blondie didn't understand that. He was just going to continue believing he had such a difficult life. Of course, Tessa knew that being a wealthy person having to work wasn't the worst thing out there.... but it was worse than just being handed everything! She crossed her arms, making sure to keep her breathing steady. She was not going to react to his confused babbling. He was just being stupid. "You wouldn't understand, Macclellan. Just drop it." There wasn't a small clue in her tone, rather a forceful command. She didn't have to discuss her family and politics with this... this nerd. Kyson defended his classes, then requested she pull her head out of her arse. Her eyes narrowed at that one, her upper lip twitching. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction. "Fine, so your parents only chose a few classes. Either way." She looked at him, then down at her book. Manicured fingers were tapping on the cover, betraying her annoyance. "What did you want, anyway? You came to talk to me, so what is it? Out with it, now! Did you just want to rile me up for laughs? If so, that proves you're pathetic!" She tried to sound indifferent, but upset was evident in her voice. He'd managed to touch a nerve in the girl, and she wasn't happy about it. Wʜᴇɴ I ɢʀᴏᴡ ᴜᴘ I ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ʙᴇ ғᴀᴍᴏᴜs
I ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ʙᴇ ᴀ sᴛᴀʀ, I ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ʙᴇ ɪɴ ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇs
Wʜᴇɴ I ɢʀᴏᴡ ᴜᴘ I ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ sᴇᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ
Dʀɪᴠᴇ ɴɪᴄᴇ ᴄᴀʀs, I ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɢʀᴏᴜᴘɪᴇs
Wʜᴇɴ I ɢʀᴏᴡ ᴜᴘ ʙᴇ ᴏɴ TV
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