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 Posted: Tue Feb 09, 2016 8:33 am
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Posted: Thu Feb 11, 2016 1:45 pm
I don’t know what I ever wanted...
You got a front, well, you better flaunt it.
Ate a piece of the devil’s body-
The face of the devil follows me.
Every day it feels like I’m running;
And I’m headed straight for the blaze!
And I can breathe when I’m underwater!
And I’m ready with a finger on the trigger!  V I O L A N T E
F A Y E
L I L L A N T I N E
Slytherin │ Fifth Year │ Pureblood │ Adopted │ Prefect
Vio relaxed some in her seat, her stiff posture loosening as Ivy slid into the seat beside her and pressed a kiss to her cheek. "Was it with a girl?" she asked in amusement. The blonde wouldn't exactly consider Ivy's best friend a close friend of hers personally, but she liked him well enough, and wondered if maybe he had his eye on someone. She couldn't think of anyone in their year in Gryffindor he'd be interested in, but supposed it could be someone from any house; after all, she and Ivy were together, and they were from Slytherin and Gryffindor, two houses traditionally considered rivals at best. On the other hand, opposites did attract.
She squeezed the redhead's hand slowly, and then rolled her eyes in annoyance at just thinking of how her day had gone. "If you get me started I'll go on about it all night, and it doesn't deserve that much of my energy. How was your day?" As much as she might be tempted to rant, she was a prefect now, and it probably wouldn't look very good for their house, especially all the first years, to overhear one prefect very creatively insulting another. ...Then again, this was Slytherin, most of them were quite talented with insults. But still. It wouldn't be fair to Ivy, either. Just because she hadn't been trapped in the prefects compartment didn't mean she'd spent her train ride sitting around twiddling her thumbs.
Eventually, though, once the dessert had begun to appear, Vio realized either she or Hamilton was in fact going to have to take the new Slytherins to the dormitories. And somehow she doubted Hammy would be springing to his feet to do so. He'd probably think it beneath him. And while she still had no intention of doing all the work, she wasn't going to make a bunch of eleven year old suffer for it. And they'd probably suffer if she tried to force him to lead them. She sighed quietly, gave it a few more minutes, and murmured, "Wish me luck," to Ivy, before rising to her feet. Not the slightest bit shy or lacking in confidence, Vio had no issues with clapping her hands together and raising her voice over the general din of conversation to announce, "First years! I'm Violante Lillantine, fifth year, and one of your prefects. You'll be following me to the Common Room and your dorms." OOC: ((next post will be at Dungeon Staircase)) Who’s that girl, who’s that girl?
She’s only special in secret...
And she’s got her own familiar spirits.
Something inside of her rises and she knows;
Destruction makes the world burn brighter.
When the wind takes 'em all, away from here-
When the sorrow is all gone, buried in the snow-
When the wolves howl their song, and the whole earth is done.
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Sat Feb 13, 2016 2:40 pm
  Location: Great Hall - Slytherin Table The moment Benjamin said they were doing something, Mira glared at him. It was the only message she needed to convey to him. It seemed to work to because he backed off. Her glare softened back to her regular look. At least he understood that it wasn’t any of his business. “I’m sure she doesn’t. You only think she does.” She replied. Whether she was right was questionable but she was a girl and being a girl she should at least have some idea. “You’re misunderstood…?” Mira questioned with a smile. “That’s hardly the case.” She concluded to herself. Benjamin was a different breed and perhaps they were both oddly placed. However, that didn’t mean they didn’t belong in the house of the serpent.“She’s capable.” Mira confirmed. Wendy wasn’t perfect but no one was. She was a good a friend as any in Mira’s mind. Be it completely insane to think so. “You’re right, we weren’t friends right off. It took a couple years and I know she was using me at first but she’s not anymore.” She said not sure what else to say. As far as Evander jumping off a bridge for Wendy, Mira couldn’t say. She didn’t know that much about him. He didn’t like her and she really didn’t like his attitude. “But I appreciate that you think I’m at least more likable then her.” She added with a small smile. When she mentioned that Wendy would be leaving and Evander still had one year to go, Mira had a feeling it hit home for Benjamin. He was currently in the same boat as Evander would be. It would certainly be hard for them. Granted they were already promised to one another. The same wasn’t true for Benjamin and Morven.
She was confessing her friendship and he was making a joke. Typical Benjamin… “You don’t have to ruin it…” Mira told him. “Seriously, you two can stop going at each other like wild animals then I think Timothy and I could stomach a double date sometime.” She said being completely serious. “Besides it would be nice to spend time altogether.” She added before turning her attention to the Headmaster. Most of what he said she tuned out already knowing all of it before the feast appeared. Thank goodness for food.  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: Tue Mar 29, 2016 4:10 pm
We both pull the tricks out of our sleeves...
But I'll believe in anything,
And you'll believe in anything.
If I could take the fire out from the water-
I'd share a life and you'd share a life.
I'd take you where nobody knows you,
And nobody gives a damn.  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 ˢᶤˣᵗʰ ʸᵉᵃʳ │ ᵛᶤᶜᵉ ᶜᵃᵖᵗᵃᶤᶰ ᵃᶰᵈ ˢᵉᵉᵏᵉʳ │ ᵖᵘʳᵉᵇˡᵒᵒᵈ ʰᵉᶤʳVander was probably not as nervous as most people would be with an engagement ring in their pocket; most likely this was because Wendy had been bothering him about not having one for at least a year now, and they'd been engaged for ages. It wasn't as if he was proposing, since there'd never be any need for that. But seeing as Wendy would be gone next year, which he wasn't looking forward to in the slightest, now had seemed a good time to.. Well, to make sure she didn't have any second thoughts next year while he was still in school. He ignored the fact that his face might have been heating up slightly at the thought, and studied the table instead. He was more than ready to graduate himself; Wendy made everything bearable, and Vander was one of the unfortunate few who seemed to be an irate forty year old trapped in the body of a teenager. Unhealthy as it might be, his only friend had ever been his fiancee, and now they'd be separated for the first real stretch of time since becoming engaged. Just thinking about it made him dully anxious. He twisted the ring around in his hand once again, and the solid metal weight of it was vaguely comforting. And I could take another hit for you-
And I could take away your trips from you!
And I could take away the salt from your eyes-
And take away the spitting salt in you!
And I could give you my apologies...
By handing over my neologies...
And I could take away the shaking knees.
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Tue Mar 29, 2016 4:29 pm
 xωєη∂у мα∂єℓιηє ςнαιѕту xxxxx xxxx<7th Year> Time: 2032-2033
Location: Slytherin Table
Dressed: with class
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Posted: Tue Mar 29, 2016 4:47 pm
 What the hell is wrong with me?
My mom and dad weren't perfect,
But still you don't hear no crying a** bitching from me,
Like there seems to be on everybody's CD
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Who am I with? Himself
What am I doing? Waiting for the feast to start
What am I thinking? I do not want to go back to the orphanage this summer. The younger kids are driving me up a wall!
What am I wearing? Fourth Year Uniform▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁
Carver sighed as he looked over the hall. He was not looking forward to actually going back to the muggle world, only because he'd have to deal with kids. Lots of kids. If he didn't know any better, he swore they saw him like some kind of jungle gym. Which, he wasn't, but convincing four-year-olds of this was next to impossible. At least he could escape into the rest of London if he was being overwhelmed. He'd actually not mind that at all. Yawning, he leaned his chin against one hand and looked over the table and figured if nothing else, his night wasn't going to be bad. At least he didn't think so. Nothing exciting ever happened during the end of term feast.
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OOC:
All those Saturday
When kids go out and play
Yo I was up in my room
I let the stereo blaze
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Tue Mar 29, 2016 6:53 pm
Well, the crooks are out, and the streets are gray...
You know I wouldn't have it any other way.
Your mother's words, they're ringing still-
But your mother don't pay our bills.
A sinister kid is a kid who runs to meet his Maker...  ᶜ ʸ ᴿ ᵁ ˁ
ᴱ ᶻ ᴱ ᴷ ᴵ ᴱ ᴸ
ᴸ ᴵ ᴸ ᴸ ᴬ ᴺ ᵀ ᴵ ᴺ ᴱ
ˁᴸʸᵀᴴᴱᴿᴵᴺ │ ᵀᴴᴵᴿᴰ ʸᴱᴬᴿ │ ᴾᵁᴿᴱᴮᴸᴼᴼᴰ │ ᵀᴴᴵᴿᴰ ᴮᴼᴿᴺ
To be brutally honest, something Cy liked to reserve for that special amusement park ride called 'in his head', his third year had been horrifically dull. No one had even gotten in any heaps of trouble this year, at least not that he'd heard of, and he tried to hear as much as humanly possible. After three years at Hogwarts he already had a good grasp of the castle's layout, and he assumed, arrogantly or not, that he would know nearly all of the secret rooms and passages by the time he graduated. Not that he was in much of a rush. Childhood had been something Cy had glided through on dimples and a cute lisp. Adolescence was proving more of a challenge. His voice was cracking and he found himself less inclined to grin and bear it, though grinning had always come easy to him, and 'bearing it' might as well have been his middle name. On a more positive note, he'd gone through a growth spurt this year, shooting up in height and widening out in the shoulders, starting to trade in childish good looks for teenage lankiness. He wasn't too worried. His family might be so inbred they would fit in well in a bakery, and have a long and storied history of mental illness, but they'd never been lacking in looks. Well- he thought perhaps Vander had gotten the short end of the looks stick, but when had Vander not gotten the short hand of the stick in terms of genetics? After all, his siblings, he reflected, were very tragic people. A drop dead sprint from the day he's born-
Straight into his Maker's arms!
And that's me, the boy with the broken halo;
That's me, the devil won't let me be.
I got a tortured mind, and my blade is sharp...
A bad combination in the dark.
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Posted: Tue Mar 29, 2016 7:33 pm
 I have wandered far and wide
For something real, something to die for
But I have found you and you do not see
All that is me, all that is true
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tђเг๔ ץєคг || ɠгץŦŦเภ๔๏г || ђคlŦ๒l๏๏๔
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Lynn was a girl on a mission, one that might be dangerous, except for the fact that she had her head held high and was giving off her very best impression of her cousin as she looked over the whole of the table for her target. Okay, maybe target wasn't the word she wanted to use. More like the boy she kind of took a fancy to? He was cute, in a lanky nerdy kind of way. Plus, he wasn't that bad of a guy. He seemed to always have a smile on his face, and seemed amused by a lot of things. She liked a good sense of humour. Maybe she could ask him and see how it goes? Who knows? It wasn't like she was boy crazy. She was just independent. Which, she recalled that most of her friends didn't seem to mind that. She walked past the row of Slytherins, ignoring that she was probably getting strange looks as she saw Cy. Deciding to take it upon herself, she sat down directly across from him, giving any Slytherin that decided to send a glare her way her own in return before smiling at the other blond. "Hi Cyrus! I know we haven't talked all that much, but I dunno, I figured I should start. I was wondering, well, if you didn't mind, if well, umm... Okay, maybe I should be blunt. I kind of think you're cute and such, and I wondered if maybe we could talk more? I mean, I can totally understand since I'm a Gryffindor and you're a Slytherin and you wouldn't want to be seen with me, but hey, what the heck? I don't think all Slytherins are bad, and you seem nice. So... what'cha think?" She probably phrased that horribly and made a complete fool of herself, but she didn't care. Besides, her family (well, maybe not her personally) was a well-respected pureblood family in the wizarding world. And hey, her uncle married a Gryffindor, and he was a Slytherin. Proof that the houses could coexist right there!
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Location: Slytherin Table
Thinking: Hey, nothing to lose, right?
OOC: Winter    
More than you'll love, more than you'll hate,
More than you'll hold, more than wanted
More than you'll crave, more than you'll cherish,
More than you'll have, more than wanted
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Cinnabun Gryffie Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Mar 29, 2016 10:09 pm
  ⁂𝒯𝒽𝒾𝓇𝒹 𝒴𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝒮𝓁𝓎𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓃⁂ Tessa was glad the school year was drawing to a close. Extra classes meant extra stress, and that just made her a mess. For now, she decided to try and enjoy dinner, a small frown perched on her lips. She didn't really want to go home, since she'd have to change routine, and probably deal with her idiot cousins again, but that was a problem for tomorrow. The ending feast would be starting soon, and she'd managed to find a seat somewhat away from other people.... at least in her immediate area. That would work. Well, unless Goldilocks decided he needed to sit with her, of course. 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: Wed Mar 30, 2016 12:22 pm
We both pull the tricks out of our sleeves...
But I'll believe in anything,
And you'll believe in anything.
If I could take the fire out from the water-
I'd share a life and you'd share a life.
I'd take you where nobody knows you,
And nobody gives a damn. 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 ˢᶤˣᵗʰ ʸᵉᵃʳ │ ᵛᶤᶜᵉ ᶜᵃᵖᵗᵃᶤᶰ ᵃᶰᵈ ˢᵉᵉᵏᵉʳ │ ᵖᵘʳᵉᵇˡᵒᵒᵈ ʰᵉᶤʳ
Vander half turned as Wendy sat down beside him, pressing a brief kiss to his cheek. "If you suggest it," he replied with a shrug. By now he was well aware of the fact that the b***h would instantly veto anything he asked for, but as much as he knew she didn't trust Wendy either, she still seemed more inclined to acquiesce to his fiancee's demands, or at least persuade Father to. Perhaps she worried if they pushed back too hard Wendy would simply walk away from the whole arrangement entirely. No one wanted to have to negotiate another marriage for their heir at seventeen. And thinking of marriage made the ring seemingly heat up in his pocket like it had just been forged. Vander would have liked to have been able to say something sweet, or at least meaningful, beforehand, but suddenly he was tongue tied, looking at Wendy's bright smiling and blue eyes, and he just took it out of his pocket silently and said in a bit of a rush, "I have something for you." And I could take another hit for you-
And I could take away your trips from you!
And I could take away the salt from your eyes-
And take away the spitting salt in you!
And I could give you my apologies...
By handing over my neologies...
And I could take away the shaking knees.
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Wed Mar 30, 2016 1:20 pm
Raymond Ara Yuko
Second Year Slytherin
Pureblood Parselmouth
Reserve Chaser 
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Posted: Wed Mar 30, 2016 1:54 pm
 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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Sᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ Yᴇᴀʀ || Sʟʏᴛʜᴇʀɪɴ || Rᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇ Bᴇᴀᴛᴇʀ
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Leon entered the Great Hall, already making a beeline for the Slytherin table. He could already see who all was already seated, including a Gryffindor for some odd reason, but he ignored them, instead making his way toward the only second year he could see so far at the table. Yuko was seated by himself and away from other people, so he figured if nothing else, the other Slytherin wouldn't run like he did at the beginning of the year. Bloody idiot. Leon had tried to talk to him back before all of this exploded, and yet every time, Yuko had avoided him. Leon narrowed his eyes. He wasn't running this time. If nothing else, Leon figured that the Slytherin wouldn't want to lose face by running from a muggleborn. Make him the laughingstock of the house, if nothing else. Leon was prepared to use that if necessary.
Leon sat down directly across from Raymond, arms crossed and a frown adorning his features. Eyes still narrowed, he snorted, thinking that the guy looked pathetic. Like his brother, who Leon was certain that if Wallis ever looked that pathetic, he'd have to punch the kid. "Ya look pathetic, ya kna'. Ya gonna run away this time, or ya fink tha' we can 'ave th' bleedin' talk I wos tryin' ta 'ave wiff ya a' th' beginnin' o' term. An' don' fink I won' pull some o' th' same shite tha' Caty an' Aimee do ta me. I'm pretty sure tha' I go' experience wiff tryin' ta escape 'em, an' I kna' 'ow ta follow ya 'round annoyin' th' piss outta ya 'til this talk actually 'appens." He sat back, eyeing Yuko. He wasn't lying when he said he'd be a pain in the other boy's arse if he didn't actually talk. Leon was bound and determined to, and wasn't going to let some stupid idiot run off without at least having a reasonable discussion. Or well, as reasonable as Leon could be. There was still no guarantee he wouldn't deck the idiot if he continued to act like one.
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Location: Slytherin Table
Thinking: Bleedin' idio' 'ad be'er no' bloody run again or I migh' jus' deck 'im.
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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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Wed Mar 30, 2016 2:13 pm
Well, the crooks are out, and the streets are gray...
You know I wouldn't have it any other way.
Your mother's words, they're ringing still-
But your mother don't pay our bills.
A sinister kid is a kid who runs to meet his Maker... ᶜ ʸ ᴿ ᵁ ˁ
ᴱ ᶻ ᴱ ᴷ ᴵ ᴱ ᴸ
ᴸ ᴵ ᴸ ᴸ ᴬ ᴺ ᵀ ᴵ ᴺ ᴱ
ˁᴸʸᵀᴴᴱᴿᴵᴺ │ ᵀᴴᴵᴿᴰ ʸᴱᴬᴿ │ ᴾᵁᴿᴱᴮᴸᴼᴼᴰ │ ᵀᴴᴵᴿᴰ ᴮᴼᴿᴺ
Cy was admittedly not being as observant as he might have been, because he'd been daydreaming again. Could you really blame him? His only company seemed to be his brother and Wendy, and Tessa Linwood. Sometimes he wondered if she practiced that pouting frown in the mirror, because, much like magic, Kyson Macclellan always ended up by her side whenever it appeared on her face. He wasn't one to judge, but if he had been, he'd have said 'give it a year or two' before they were snogging in the Common Room. You could only fake hostility for so long, right? Anyways, back to the matter at hand. Lynn Whitethorne had suddenly appeared across from him, and he hadn't even seen her walking over. They were now getting their fair shares of looks, but luckily Vander seemed a bit preoccupied with whatever Cy saw him giving to Wendy out of the corner of his eye, and anyone else who seemed less than happy with this was either not close enough to interject, or didn't care enough to actually do anything about it. Judging from his housemates, Slytherin was not and never had been much of a house of action. He imagined they'd all rather complain about it later.
But he was slightly taken aback by- well, not Lynn's forwardness in sitting right down and immediately launching into conversation, that to be expected from a Gryffindor, even if they'd never so much as exchanged words before in their lives, but at her angle. She seemed to be trying to propose something, which was very uncommon, not because she was a girl- Cy wasn't really one for his family's antiquated notions of gender roles- but because of their age. Most thirteen year olds, he thought, would much rather dance around the issue and pretend they weren't flirting when they were, than actually admit they found someone attractive right off the bat. It was... he imagined some boys his age might feel emasculated by that, and others might find it alluring in and of itself. As for Cy, well, he hadn't the slightest idea how it made him felt, except for a warm sort of spread in his chest, which he liked to imagine was where his ego was located. He had leaned back slightly when she'd been shooting glares, but now he straightened in his seat and rested his elbows on the table as if having just received some extremely good news. "Hi, Lynn." He thought he ought to at least pretend he was going to be the more cautious one here, as responding just as... enthusiastically might strike her as odd. She didn't seem oblivious of her own eagerness, so it wasn't as if he thought he were dealing with a moron here.
He was fairly sure Lynn was pretty bright, regardless of her house or her peppy attitude, so he wasn't quite cocky about this, but he was certainly getting there. The girl across from him was pleasant to look at and smiling happily at him without him even having said a word, and really, her obvious interest was flattering enough. Cy knew girls had looked at him like that before; it was harder for him to read boys his age, so he couldn't be sure, but he wouldn't be surprised if they had to. He was friendly and attractive enough for his age, why wouldn't they? Blush, he told himself, you're supposed to be self conscious and surprised, at least a little bit, and while he didn't quite manage that, he did duck his head nearly bashfully, hair falling in his eyes before he good naturedly swiped it out of the way. "You- um, you kind of think I'm cute and such?" He was teasing, a little, and this was good, because he wouldn't have been had this been, say, a shy little Ravenclaw. "I mean," he clarified hastily but not too hastily, and smiled slowly. "Not that I don't think you're cute," and then he snickered in response to her mention of their rival house. "Oh- Lynn, I don't care about any of that. I think," and here he tread lightly, "People should do whatever they like, and not worry about what other people say. It doesn't bother me," he assured her. "So... let's talk more." This, he thought, this could be a very happy coincidence. And happy coincidences were what he lived for. A drop dead sprint from the day he's born-
Straight into his Maker's arms!
And that's me, the boy with the broken halo;
That's me, the devil won't let me be.
I got a tortured mind, and my blade is sharp...
A bad combination in the dark.
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Posted: Wed Mar 30, 2016 3:23 pm
Raymond Ara Yuko
Second Year Slytherin
Pureblood Parselmouth
Reserve Chaser
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Posted: Wed Mar 30, 2016 5:36 pm
I have wandered far and wide
For something real, something to die for
But I have found you and you do not see
All that is me, all that is true
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Lynn's smile brightened as she watched him ack all bashful after she said he was cute. Which just made him look cuter, and she giggled behind a hand at the sight. She caught the teasing tone in his voice and leaned forward a bit, her chin propped up with a fist. "Well, in a nerdy sense, but even nerdy can be cute." She teased right back, her eyes a bit mischievous, but that relented to her blinking as a slight blush apeared on her face when she heard him say he thought she was cute too. When he snickered in response to her comment about their houses and his opinion, she had to check around herself. That was interesting. She would have figured that some of the older families were sticklers for keeping within the families and the house, and Gryffindor was notorious for being bolder about their opinions for the old ways. She should know. Her father was a prime example, and he was forever arguing with her uncle for that too. Well, that and his actions, but she knew that some of it stemmed from the differences in outlooks they had.
She decided to ignore for the moment that her relations were probably a good example of the rivalry between the houses and instead looked over the table. "I dunno. My cousin was a Slytherin, and well, as she put it, she had to 'deal with a bunch of idiots that were too concerned with their blood and not concerned enough with their tongues.' Then again, she is weird I guess. Except for some of your housemates, they don't seem too bad. Though, I will admit, I know a few curses from Tria that I'm pretty sure would shut them up if they decided to get annoying." She shrugged, thinking that if they thought she was going to take any sort of badmouthing directed at her, they were horribly mistaken.
She brightened a bit when he mentioned that they could talk more, and immediately wondered about if he'd mind too much if she asked what he liked and such. In her opinion, they had to be compatible for anything to actually stick for any relationship. "Alright then. What's your favourite class? I mean the electives. I know I'm enjoying cursebreaking and wandless, and care of magical creatures isn't too bad. My favourite one however is music so far, and that's because I get to learn about a lot of the different ways music happens to be in the magical world. It's not that different from muggle music, though that's just me. I bet a lot of people would disagree. I know my brother does." She made a face at that. She loved Zeph, she really did, but there were times that it was blatantly obvious that they were raised in different worlds. He couldn't seem to get the hang of a computer sometimes, while she still hadn't gotten used to floo powder. She had of course argued that rock music was the same across the worlds, which Zeph disagreed with. Maybe it was because he was the more musically-inclined of the two he could tell, but she disagreed.
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Location: Slytherin Table
Thinking: Hey, nothing to lose, right?
OOC: Winter
More than you'll love, more than you'll hate,
More than you'll hold, more than wanted
More than you'll crave, more than you'll cherish,
More than you'll have, more than wanted
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