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ι αιи'т н α ρ ρ у ; ι'м fєєℓιи' g ℓ α ∂ xxxxxxxxxxxx
ι gσт ѕ υ и ѕ н ι и є ιи α в α g xxxxxxxxx
ι'м υ ѕ є ℓ є ѕ ѕ, вυт иσт f σ я ℓ σ и g xxxxxx
тнє f υ т υ я є ιѕ ¢σмιи' σ и, ιѕ ¢σмιи' σ и xxx
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spaceAiobheal's nose wrinkled at the mention of Aleah; she was the worst addition to that nonsense, she swore. Mostly because she could see where this was going, and Love Triangle City was so overplayed. She glanced briefly over to the Gryffindor table, noticing the blonde girl sitting with Sebastian, and then saw that Balder was sitting with some friends over at his own table. "I dunno if Balder wants to marry Aleah, though," she said. "And, like. I wouldn't wanna share if it were me an' you. Though, I dunno. Balder probably would. He's a wimp like that." The Gryffindor girl's eyes narrowed on the Hufflepuff, and the small group he was sitting with. "What d'ya think Balder's gonna do with all that free time he gets when Bas is snogging her, huh? Find someone else to snog?" They should start speculating! "Ugh, Balder's got so many friends, though. Which one, do you think?" They needed to make a list. It'd be a really long list, but whatever.
spaceShe snickered faintly at the blonde's description of what the Slytherin first years looked like, nodding in amusement. "I think Mummy's description was, 'they looked like they'd eaten nothing but lemons every day of their lives, and their faces had gotten stuck like that'... Or, well. That was one of the nicer ones." She grinned and waggled her eyebrows. "I wish there were pictures. Y'know my daddy used to take a ton of pictures? Of everything. But he always had the camera so he was hardly in any of 'em. Which doesn't make sense, because he's like, the most ridiculously vain person I've ever known. 'Cept me, but that's where I get it from." She grinned widely. Mels' mention of Ada wasn't all that odd, but the fact that she'd brought up her other sister was. She didn't normally talk about The Abandoner, as Eve liked to rudely call her in her head. Bas didn't like talking about her, either. It was weird to hear her mention her so casually. But, whatever. Probably for the best, since it meant Mels wasn't dwelling on stuff, right?
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xxx f ι и α ℓ ℓ у ѕσмєσиє ℓ є т мє σ υ т σf му ¢ α g є
xxxxxx иσω, тιмє fσя мє ιѕ и σ т н ι и g ¢αυѕє ι'м ¢συитιиg иσ α g є
xxxxxxxxx иσω ι ¢ σ υ ℓ ∂ и ' т вє т н є я є, иσω уσυ ѕ н σ υ ℓ ∂ и ' т вє ѕ ¢ α я є ∂
xxxxxxxxxxxx ι'м g σ σ ∂ αт я є ρ α ι я ѕ αи∂ ι'м υ и ∂ є я єα¢н ѕ и α я є
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Posted: Wed Aug 03, 2016 8:58 pm
Raymond Ara Yuko
Fourth Year Slytherin
Pureblood Parselmouth
Reserve Chaser  
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Cinnabun Gryffie Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Aug 03, 2016 9:12 pm
  ⟣𝐹𝒾𝒻𝓉𝒽 𝒴𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝒮𝓁𝓎𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓃⟢ Contessa looked over at Raymond, seeing that he had offered up a nickname as well. So he was to be called Ray, then? She nodded a bit, then tilted her head. What was normal for her? His version of normalcy was camping, which was definitely not the norm for her. "For me, often a lot of reading. I usually avoid my family, but they're mostly all nutjobs." She sighed quietly. She didn't want to admit it, but her summer was lonlier than her school years. At least during school she conversed with other people. Her book lay forgotten beside her, the teen focusing on the boy next to her. He was paying attention to her, so she figured to be polite, she ought to do the very same.
Bᴀʙʏ, I'ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ʜᴇʀᴇ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ
I'ᴠᴇ sᴇᴇɴ ᴛʜɪs ʀᴏᴏᴍ ᴀɴᴅ I'ᴠᴇ ᴡᴀʟᴋᴇᴅ ᴛʜɪs ғʟᴏᴏʀ
I ᴜsᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʟɪᴠᴇ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ I ᴋɴᴇᴡ ʏᴀ
Aɴᴅ I'ᴠᴇ sᴇᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ғʟᴀɢ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀʀʙʟᴇ ᴀʀᴄʜ
Aɴᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪs ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ᴠɪᴄᴛᴏʀʏ ᴍᴀʀᴄʜ 𝓘𝓽'𝓼 𝓪 𝓬𝓸𝓵𝓭 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓲𝓽'𝓼 𝓪 𝓫𝓻𝓸𝓴𝒆𝓷 ℋ𝓪𝓵𝓵𝒆𝓵𝓾𝓳𝓪𝓱
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Posted: Wed Aug 03, 2016 10:41 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 03, 2016 11:13 pm
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Oliver Davis
Slytherin - Second Year - Twelve Years Old - Reserve Keeper - Pureblood
╚══════════════════════════════╝ Oliver walked into the Great Hall and headed for the Slytherin table. He hoped Reyna would’ve already arrived – she promised she’d tell him about whatever had happened at Platform 9¾ that morning once they were seated at the feast. Much to his dismay, it didn’t look as if she was there yet. She had to have a bloody good reason for not greeting him after all. Besides, he was curious. Was there some kind of drama that happened? Probably. Especially since she was with Glynn before he had his breakdown, which Ollie had quite understood what it was about. Something to do with being around a ton of people apparently?
As Oliver scanned over the faces of those at the Slytherin table, his eyes fell on two particular students who didn’t quite belong, but one of them sure looked like she belonged. “Y’know,” he started as he slid into a seat across from Eve and Mels, “I was wondering when I’d finally see the two of you. ‘Course, I didn’t think it’d be at this table.” A grin grew on his features as he greeted his friends. “Are you judging some firsties already?” he asked jokingly, taking note of the fact that their gaze has been on a couple of the other tables and the girls were exchanging whispers and giggles.
((OOC: outfit in left picture)) I'm getting ready to fly. I know it's my time to shine.
Don't care if I'll make mistakes. I'll do whatever it takes.
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Posted: Thu Aug 04, 2016 9:39 am
Is there a right way for being strong?xxx
Feels like I'm doing things all wrongxxxxxx
Still I'm here just holding onxxxxxxxxx
Confess my heart and forgive my wrongs.xxxxxxxxxxxx
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xxxxx♡ ᴍ є ʟ ᴏ ᴅ ʏ ♡xxxxx
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Melody nodded her head sullenly at the comment on Balder. "I know but Bas is all determined to make googly eyes at Aleah without realizing it and he's ruining the whole Bas and Balder are soul mates thing!" She rolled her eyes at that, but glanced towards the Hufflepuff table anyways. She supposed if he wasn't going to marry Bas they might as well choose someone else. "Well I mean he's always with that Meta girl or the happy black chick.... Kiki I think? Maybe one of them is his new Bas???"
At that moment, Oliver sat down with them, while Eve continued to snicker about the Slytherins with their sticks up their asses and their lemon faces. She giggled and glanced at Oliver. "We're just talking about how the ickle first year Slytherins are all little buttheads with sticks up their arses." She teased, sticking her tongue out at him. Seeing as he was the only true Slytherin in their little conversation right now.
She rolled her eyes at Eve's comments about Uncle Dom. "I heard your daddy used to take bunches of pictures of Aunt Gracie when they first started dating. It was like he thought she was suddenly gonna disappear or something. But I mean she did go and get herself impaled on a tree and turned soon after they started dating.... so maybe he was onto something." She giggled and teased her best friend about her parents. "I think you probably gone you're whole bunches of crazy from them too." She teased, poking her friend's sides and trying to tickle the other girl. "But its okay, I love you, crazy and all. Ollie might love you too I dunno... But I'll fight him for you... and I'll win." She grinned, winking at Olliver and then growling like an animal. She was only a little possessive of her best friend.
「 ᴏ ᴏ c. 」
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xxxI'm trying to keep from going insane
xxxxxxForget your name like they forgot
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trying to be something more.
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Posted: Thu Aug 04, 2016 3:59 pm
R E Y N AxxxW H Y T E
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Reyna rushed into the the Great Hall, flustered. She'd stupidly left her bag in the carriage and ran back to get it as soon as she noticed. Thankfully she wasn't too late and was saved an embarrassing conversation Professor Goldwind. She spotted Oliver at the Slytherin table with Eve and Melody and took a seat next to him. "Sorry I'm late, forgot my bag in the carriage," she admitted sheepishly. "Hello Eve and Melody," she greeted the two friends awkwardly, vaguely wondering why they were sitting at this table when neither of them were Slytherins, although Eve looked the part. She didn't really interact with the two girls last year but she knew that Eve was dissatisfied with her sorting, just like Darian. Too late, she noticed that she interrupted a conversation and rubbed the back of her neck self-consciously. "I hope you don't mind me butting in..." she trailed off questioningly. She hoped they didn't; it would be awkward and she had to talk to Oliver as well.
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o o c ━━━━ @Kiska, sorry about how late this is sweatdrop
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Posted: Thu Aug 04, 2016 11:20 pm
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ṡøṃεøṉε ќεερṡ ṡ α ÿ ï ṉ ģ ï'ṃ ï ṉ ṡ α ṉ ε τø с ø ṃ ρ l α ï ṉ xxxxxxxxxxxx
αвøυτ α ṡ h ø τ ģ υ ṉ ώεḋḋïṉģ αṉḋ α ṡ τ α ï ṉ øṉ ṃÿ ṡ h ï ɾ τ xxxxxxxxx
ḋøṉ'τ в ε l ï ε ṿ ε εṿεɾÿτhïṉģ τhατ ÿøυ в ɾ ε α τ h ε xxxxxx
ÿøυ ģετ α ραɾќïṉģ ṿ ï ø l α τ ï ø ṉ αṉḋ α ṃ α ģ ģ ø τ øṉ ÿøυɾ ṡ l ε ε ṿ ε xxx
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spaceRuaridh frowned when he realized the girl was talking to him; couldn't be talking to anyone else, he noted, since she was looking straight at him. He'd offered the wave because... Well, that was what you did, right? It wasn't like he didn't want to have some accomplices the whole of the time he was stuck at this damn school. Friends, eh, friends were harder to come by, and in his experience, you never knew if they were really your friends. Not until the shite hit the fan and they stabbed you in the back. Of course, he'd made a reputation for himself back at his old school for being a kid who was willing to take the fall for people, so he'd sort of done it to himself. That didn't make it any less awful of the jerks that'd taken advantage of it, though.
spaceWhat had the stupid hat called him? Mischievous with flair, and smart. It had sounded like that's why he'd stuck him with the kids in green, so did that mean other kids in green had those sorts of traits as well? Sticking a bunch of kids with similar personalities in the same dorm seemed like a bad idea, to be honest. If this was a whole dormitory of kids with attitudes like him, there were going to be fights. Many, many fights. Some of which he wouldn't even be a part of. But, whatever. If he was right about the sorting process, that meant that he had a fair chance of getting on okay with this girl. "Roo-ah-ree," he pronounced plainly. "But, mos' fawk ca' me Rory, or Ror. S'easier." He didn't know what the hell was wrong with his parents. They hadn't had stupidly hard to pronounce names with Gaelic roots, why'd they given him one? Then again, their choice of name for their only son was hardly the worst decision they'd ever made. Didn't even crack the top fifty, if he were honest.
spaceHe smirked when she mentioned the hat being unsanitary. "Lass, ye think tha's ill, yer in fer i'. Gits a lot werse 'an a clatty auld bonnet." Had she ever lived with another person in the same room? Rory couldn't speak for anyone but himself, of course, but his own was a pigsty. It didn't help that his parents couldn't be bothered to make him keep it clean. Or to bother keeping up with the rest of the house. The only room in the whole ruddy house that wasn't a disaster was the bathroom, because Rory cleaned that. It was the only room he cleaned, but by God, he cleaned it. There was mess and then there was 'ew no way in hell'. He stared at the girl, expression contemplative. "What did ye think i'd be, then? Fer sure, I wasnae expectin' a mind-readin' hat. But then, I ain't used tae magic." He didn't say that he hadn't been expecting anything whatsoever, of course. No need to let her know he hadn't been remotely prepared for this whole ordeal. But, she'd made herself a bit vulnerable by expressing discomfort with the hat's state, he could give her a little of the same by admitting his own surprise that it'd been used to sort them.
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xxx ṡøÿ υṉ ρ ε ɾ ḋ ε ḋ ø ɾ ; ï'ṃ α l ø ṡ ε ɾ, вαвÿ
xxxxxx ṡø ώ h ÿ ḋøṉ'τ ÿøυ ќ ï l l ṃ ε ?
xxxxxxxxx ṡøÿ υṉ ρ ε ɾ ḋ ε ḋ ø ɾ ; ï'ṃ α l ø ṡ ε ɾ, вαвÿ
xxxxxxxxxxxx ṡø ώ h ÿ ḋøṉ'τ ÿøυ ќ ï l l ṃ ε ?
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Posted: Fri Aug 05, 2016 5:39 pm
 ïṡlα ώαɾḋ
Isla got up once the hat was off and looked to the table clapping the loudest. The seats were practically full... how was she to get a seat with no one sitting next to her? Despite what that creepy hat told her - how the hell did it know about her ambitions, anyway? Magic was weird - she was not going to try to make friends so easily anymore. Most of her newfound friends, were sorted into different houses...
She sighed, picking an empty seat at the corner of the table and playing with the fork against the plate absently, looking out the corner of her eyes at the sorting going on.
First Year | Slytherin | Status: Single
OOC: Quote Me
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Posted: Fri Aug 05, 2016 6:48 pm
 You think you're right
But you were wrong
You tried to take me
But I knew all along
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Phoebe grinned as she was sorted, and then looked over at Brandon's face as she stood and walked over to the table where the cheering was loudest. She couldn't help but smirk as his face met his hands in exasperation and she just simply thought that he should have expected it. From everything she'd heard, he had friends in Slytherin. She figured she'd track them down at some point. Maybe even get them to tell her about what Brandon was usually up to. She sat down and started watching everyone, wondering who was going to approach her and whether she would even get along with them. After all, she knew for a fact that she got into Slytherin because of her personality. If that was the case with everyone else, then it was going to be an interesting time in school.
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Location: Great Hall
Thinking: Well, who else was sorted here besides me?
OOC:
You can take me
For a ride
Cause I'm not a fool out
So you better run and hide
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Posted: Fri Aug 05, 2016 10:24 pm
Raymond Ara Yuko
Fourth Year Slytherin
Pureblood Parselmouth
Reserve Chaser
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Posted: Fri Aug 05, 2016 10:42 pm
  ★ ｆｉｆｔｈ ｙｅａｒ ★ ｓｌｙｔｈｅｒｉｎ ★
★ ｃｈａｓｅｒ ★ ｐｒｅｆｅｃｔ★Kyson stalked into the Great Hall, a bit upset that he was late. He had gone and lost his new Prefect badge during his first patrol on the train and had to stay back and look for it. By the time he had finally found it and made it up to the castle, the ceremony had already begun. He hadn't missed his sister's sorting though, which was announced right as he entered the Hall. Skylar had been put in Hufflepuff. Good, he thought. Maybe the cheery friendly ones would open her up a bit so she wouldn't be so quiet and annoying all the time.
Glancing around the table, Kyson hunted for a seat. He planned on sitting with Tessa again this year, but when he caught sight of her, he was glad he had been late. His eyes seemed to pop out of his head, his heart dropping into his stomach. Was that really Tessa?! She looked, well, attractive! He knew she had started to look cute the last few years they had hated each other, but Merlin help him, she wasn't just cute anymore. And who in Hell's name was sitting in his seat with her? Raymond? Was she going after younger guys now? Did he even stand a chance with her? Hell, did he even like her like that? And would she like him? They had been enemies for the past four years! Sitting down on the opposite side of the table, Kyson put his head in his hands and stared doen at the wooden table, trying to think everything through as he waited for the feast to begin.
Welcome to the end of eras. Ice has melted back to life. Done my time and served my sentence.
Dress me up and watch me die. If it feels good, tastes good, it must be mine.
Dynasty decapitated, you just might see a ghost tonight. And if you don't know, now you know.
I'm taking back the crown. I'm all dressed up and naked. I see what's mine and take it.
Finders keepers, losers weepers. Oh, yeah, the crown... So close I can taste it.
I see what's mine and take it. Finders keepers, losers weepers. Oh, yeah...★ x x ★ x x ★【 OOC: let it begin 】
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Posted: Fri Aug 05, 2016 11:18 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 06, 2016 9:32 am
ïṡlα ώαɾḋ Isla looked at the girl who was just sorted. Gathering herself, she got up, trying to catch her eye. There was a seat across from her that was empty, and she wanted someone to talk to... She sat up straighter, sitting a bit more prouder, to make herself look more sure of herself. "Hey, hey! There's a seat here!" she exclaimed, waving her arm up to catch the other girls attention.
First Year | Slytherin | Status: Single
OOC: Quote Me
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Posted: Sat Aug 06, 2016 9:54 am
 
You can fake that smile
For a hollow while
But the kids all learn
Once those bridges burn
Flick was sorted into Slytherin while Roo was sorted into Gryffindor. It seemed accurate, though she was a bit upset that her cousin was not in the same house as her. She wasn't great at making friends, and she was bad at being alone. She sighed and walked towards the Slytherin table where peopled cheered for her and wondered quietly if any of them would really cheer for her if they didn't have to by tradition. She spotted a couple other first years sitting together and flopped into a spot next to one of them, she was pretty sure the hat had called her Phoebe.
She smiled and cracked her neck before holding out a hand to the girl across the table and glancing at the girl next to her. "Hello, I'm Arienne Horne, but you can call me Flick. Everyone does. My middle name is Flicka.... thats where Flick comes from by the way. " She introduced herself. "My cousin is a Gryffindor. Reuben Horne." She pointed to him.
And don't be surprised
If they don't buy your lies
Some of us can see through
Your stained glass eyes
xxxThe s**t gets thicker.... It's toxic
xxxxxxPot kettle, pot kettle black... Talk that, talk that smack
xxxxxxxxxDid you hear about that b***h, and what she did? I don't believe it
xxxxxxxxxxxxWhat a ho. What a tramp. What a slut.
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Pot kettle, pot kettle black... Watch your, watch your back
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