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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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 Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2016 4:59 pm
I thought of angels,
Choking on their halos-
Get them drunk on rose water;
See how dirty I can get them.
Pulling out their fragile teeth;
And clip their tiny wings!  T R E V A
A N N E S T
W A R L O W
slytherin │ first year │ halfblood
The moment the hat was lifted from her head Treva's hair began to slither down her back, returning to its normally long state, and shifting from silver to green, her eyes glinting emerald before settling at a murkier shade as her initial flash of excitement faded into more mellow happiness. She skipped over to the Slytherin table with a more prominent swing in her step, and took a seat across from a fellow first year; a round-faced brunette who had been one of the first to be sorted. Anna A-something. She was clapping rather excitedly for someone- it was hard to tell who. The hat's words might as well have met with rubber; Treva barely remembered them at all, beyond something along the lines of 'be more careful', which she heard so often it didn't even register at this point. She had more important things to worry about, and cast a glance down the long table, eyes darting from face to face. There was a Lone Black Kid, but just identifying him by his race seemed lazy and shallow, so she settled on Cat's Eye- if he'd revealed himself as a twelve year old animagus she wouldn't have been shocked. Beside him was a girl of ambiguous ethnicity; dark haired and dark skinned, but vividly green eyes, saying something in an annoyed tone. Emerald? Esmeralda, she decided. One of Di's friends, tacky dye-job, almost disturbing soft features, either singing or muttering to herself. Dollface. An older, haughty-looking blond boy. Fauntleroy. Another one of Di's friends, fifteen but could have passed for twenty, seemed put off by something. Was she the one with the shoe-brand name? She didn't look like the one with the shitty boyfriend. Steel Maggie, she decided. Dirty-blond boy, jutting Adam's apple, resting b***h face, probably considered himself a Misanthrope with a capital M. ...Little Miss. He wasn't shockingly tall, after all. Finally she turned back to Anna, who was very, very babyfaced; she almost felt as if she were dealing with one of her siblings. "Who are you clapping for?" she settled on; Treva thought anything else might come off as little more condescending than she had necessarily intended it to be. Letting people down is my thing-
Baby, find yourself a new gig!
This town ain't big enough for two of us.
I don't have the right name;
Or the right looks...
But I have twice the heart.
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2016 7:15 pm
  ☙𝓢𝓲𝔁𝓽𝓱 𝓨𝒆𝓪𝓻 𝓢𝓵𝔂𝓽𝓱𝒆𝓻𝓲𝓷❧ Contessa walked alongside the wall of the Great Hall, her chin lifted in a haughty sort of expression. She spotted a certain blonde sitting by himself toward the end of the table, so she walked closer, heels clicking on the stone floor as she moved. With a quick movement, she sat across from him, simply looking at the other teen. No words were coming to mind, though several thoughts were flying through her head. A soft tinge of pink curled over her cheeks while she regarded Kyson. He'd done a lot of growing up over the last year, and not seeing him all summer somehow caused her to feel a butterfly or two in her stomach. No, she couldn't be thinking he was attractive! She had to focus on stealing the family heirship from her constantly anxious fruitcake of a cousin! She sighed quietly, wondering what to say to Kyson. With a small frown, she decided to speak up. "Hello, Kyson. I trust that your summer went well?"Wʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ'ᴛ ᴋɪʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀᴋᴇs ʏᴏᴜ sᴛʀᴏɴɢᴇʀ, sᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴛᴀʟʟᴇʀ
Dᴏᴇsɴ'ᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴ I'ᴍ ʟᴏɴᴇʟʏ ᴡʜᴇɴ I'ᴍ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ
Wʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ'ᴛ ᴋɪʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀᴋᴇs ᴀ ғɪɢʜᴛᴇʀ, ғᴏᴏᴛsᴛᴇᴘs ᴇᴠᴇɴ ʟɪɢʜᴛᴇʀ
Dᴏᴇsɴ'ᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴ I'ᴍ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɢᴏɴᴇ
Yᴏᴜ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇsᴛ ᴏғ ᴍᴇ, ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀsᴛ ʟᴀᴜɢʜ
Bᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ɪs ɢᴏɴᴇ
Tʜɪɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴇғᴛ ᴍᴇ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ ᴅᴏᴡɴ, ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴛʜᴀᴛ I'ᴅ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʀᴜɴɴɪɴɢ ʙᴀᴄᴋ 𝐵𝒶𝒷𝓎 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓂𝑒, '𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊'𝓇𝑒 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝒹 𝓌𝓇𝑜𝓃𝑔
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Cinnabun Gryffie Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2016 2:45 am
 xSera Maybelle Averyxxxxx xxxx<7th Year> Location: Slytherin Table
Dressed: to conquer
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2016 5:56 am
 xxxxxxxxx|| ωιтн [Slytherins] || ωнєяє || ωнєη [Sorting Ceremony 2035] || xxxx
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xxxxxxƜєℓℓ, тнєѕє ∂αуѕ уσυ'яє ƒιηє - Ɲσ, тнєѕє ∂αуѕ уσυ тєη∂ тσ ℓιє
xxxxxxƳσυ'ℓℓ тαкє тнє Ɯєѕтєяη тяαιη, נυѕт ву тнє ѕι∂є σƒ Aмѕтєя∂αм
xxxxxxJυѕт ву уσυя ℓєƒт вяαιη, נυѕт ву тнє ѕι∂є σƒ тнє Ƭιη мαη ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
Nicole was just lazily watching the ceremony, and as such as how boring it could be, at least she would be aware if these new batch were going to make another ruckus. Again. What was all with these first years being the troublemakers in the school? Look at Darian Yaxley, picking unnecessary fights with housemates in the common room when they could have just ignored each other. But she guessed that was settled now since Darian decided to go Gryffindor and abandon her post, one less trouble to worry about. Her grey eyes eventually fell on Sera Avery, ah yes her brother's ex-fiancee. Well, Nike didn't like her unlike before, but she didn't hate her as much as how she hated Cyrus. Still, she decided to suck it up and just. Sit next to her and greeted as if her summer was okay, "Hello." She greeted, in a neutral tone, "How's summer? Bet you're in bliss right now, being free and all." She was sure that Sera had no idea about Avian running off because apparently, her parents were hush-hush about it. You know, as a terrible parent you had to conceal about the fact of how terrible you were to your son and pretend that you did nothing wrong because your ways were "right and just" but whatever.
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ǀт'ѕ нαяɗ, вєƖιєνє мє, ǀ'νє тяιєɗxxxxxx
Ɓυт тнє яαιη ωση'т fαƖƖ fσя тнє вσтн σf υѕxxxxxx
Ƭнє ѕυη ωση'т ѕнιηє ση тнє вσтн σf υѕxxxxxx
ƁєƖιєνє мє ωнєη ǀ ѕαу, тнαт ǀ ωσυƖɗη'т нανє ιт αηу σтнєя ωαуxxxxxx ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ || Unwillingly Engaged || Attire || Theme Song ||xxxx  ((ooc : stuff ))space
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2016 1:10 pm
xSera Maybelle Averyxxxxx xxxx<7th Year> Location: Slytherin Table
Dressed: to conquer
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2016 3:38 pm
  House: Slytherin 1st Year Zane Valentine
Slytherin. Slytherin. Slytherin. What a big surprise? It truly wasn't. Considering the type of person he was, he truly was not surprised by the results. Either way, the hat would be taken off his head and Zane would rise, heading over towards the slytherin table. There was claps of joy? Disgust? Mutual respect? Or was there something more to it? Were they all just puppets to the school that they attend? He wouldn't expect a house with such "reputation" to show such manners. Maybe it was because another of their own was joining into the ranks. Hopefully that was the case. Zane wasn't sure how he would looked with green, but he hoped there was some weak will individuals he could take advantage of in the house. It wasn't plotting by a long shot, but just a simple hope. Hopefully the color wasn't reflective of the ndividuals. Green, the color of jealousy...of envy... it was an ugly color indeed. If luck be in his favor, could he fool someone do his homework?! Taking a seat, he would look around at the table at his follow housemates. Lot of older individuals. Lot more than he thought, but were
they truly reflective of the Slytherin House? Was Zane? Time would tell.
.OOC: Open for interaction. Just quote me. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------.
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2016 3:52 pm
Anna Adair
Age: 11
Hogwarts Student
Slytherin
______________________________________________________________________ Anna saw the girl who asked her who she was clapping for."I was clapping for Julius. He was wanting this house. I was just clapping as I was happy."A rare occurrence for Anna to clap for others. She tilted her head like she was wondering something, but thought against asking.She then looked around waiting to see if Julius was going to come over. She looked forward to the conversations they could have. She looked back at the girl."May I ask, what is your name? My name is Anna Adair."Anna's face went serious, to hide any possible emotion. OOC: =Text =Speech =Thoughts
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2016 6:38 pm
 Second Year
Reserve Beater - - - Location : Great Hall - Slytherin Table
Kimberly wasn’t all surprised when Rory mentioned some upper year idiots. She honestly couldn’t blame him for wanting to get away from them in the first place. Most of the older students could drive her to drink, if she wasn’t only twelve and was allowed alcohol. “Sounds like you had a delightful time. I swear age doesn’t give people brain cells. Anyone who says age is wisdom is full of it.” She commented. To think she was with her ‘sisters’ while he was stuck with those loons.
The moment she mentioned his earrings, Kimberly noted the ever growing sour expression. Right off she knew he wasn’t happy about the events of the summer. Probably because his father was being absolutely mental though, the Slytherin would rather think of worse comments to use about the man. Luckily Rory was quick to give his feelings on the matter. “He needs his bloody head examined… You did not look like that.” Kimberly commented before adding. “I can officially say I don’t like him, and I don’t even know him. So glad I don’t.” She said crossing her arms.
Hearing Rory ask her if he could convince her to help re-pierce his ears again, Kimberly flashed a small smile already knowing her answer. “Oh, you don’t even have to ask me that. I’ll personally do it again just to tell the git to get off.” She answered him. She already didn’t like the fact that their hard work from last year had been totally ruined by an idiot. Kimberly would be darned if it got ruined a second time. Rory was going to have his ears permanently pierced if she had anything to say about it.
Status : Annoyed but still content for the most part
With : Fellow snakes... Rory
Attire : Slytherin Uniform
OOC : - - -
Aren't you quite outspoken?
In spite of that, you are still a loyal person,
One who seeks order.
I see you doing well in...
Slytherin!
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2016 7:48 pm
I thought of angels,
Choking on their halos-
Get them drunk on rose water;
See how dirty I can get them.
Pulling out their fragile teeth;
And clip their tiny wings!  T R E V A
A N N E S T
W A R L O W
slytherin │ first year │ halfblood
Treva raised her hands in a mock show of guilelessness; "Just wondering." The other girl, Anna had been flat, bordering on terse, and Treva stifled a snort when she went blankfaced upon asking her name, as if that simple question might determine the fate of the entire conversation. "Hello Anna Adair," she replied, in a similarly robotic term, and just as straight-faced, although her eyes and hair were now creeping towards orange. "I'm Treva Warlow." Out of the corner of her eye a boy took a seat, and she whirled around, finger outstretched to point at the newcomer in an accusatory, if clearly lighthearted manner. "Are you Julius?" He looked a bit contemplative, so she doubted it. The name Julius came off as fairly... foppish. It made her think of frilly neck collars and screeching violins. Letting people down is my thing-
Baby, find yourself a new gig!
This town ain't big enough for two of us.
I don't have the right name;
Or the right looks...
But I have twice the heart.
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2016 10:17 pm
  Julius Devereux
First YearSlytherin
Family Heir Location : Great Hall - Slytherin Table
The hat didn’t even need to touch his head before it cried out the name of Slytherin house. Julius smiled as he got off the stool and made his way to the Slytherin table. His robes changing to the color green as he approached. Anna had been sorted into Slytherin only moments ago. He could see her clapping for him as he made his way over.
Anna was with another girl one of which Julius quickly realized as a metamorphmagus by her hair changing color. When he got close enough to them he heard the girl ask a boy if he was Julius. Clearly his name had been brought up, and now this girl - with now orange hair - hadn’t paid any attention to the sorting…
“I’m Julius, Julius Devereux. Though, I suspect you already knew ‘he’ wasn’t Julius.” The first year said to the girl. “You’re a metamorphmagus, interesting…” He commented muttering the last part. “What might your name be?” He asked her politely as he took a seat next to Anna. “Congratulations, on making it into Slytherin like you wanted.” He told his travel companion. ‘This will be interesting…’ He thought.
Status : Slytherin, as expected... Proud!
With : Slytherins... Anna, Treva, Zane
Attire : Slytherin Uniform
OCC : - - -
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2016 4:10 pm
House: Slytherin 1st Year Zane Valentine
Ironically, his appearance somehow drew the attention of someone. Or he came into an ongoing conversation. Looking, he would see the girl pointing a finger at him in a childish accusatory way. Julius? Who the ******** was Julius? Raising an eyebrow, he simply smirked. "I wouldn't dare live to have such a horrible name. I don't know who this Julius is, but my name is Zane Valentine...but just call me Scarre" Zane stated. The reason for the nickname should be obvious. He did have a scare going down one eye and another across the bridge of his nose. Another would soon join. Oh boy.
"Speak of the devil and he surely shall come. There's the Julius yo were seeking" Zane stated in a monotone looking over the table some more. This time, he was looking more in depth. These were going to be his classmates after all. However he felt some rage issues would probably come towards them. He was too lazy to inquire about these companions. Maybe he should do quidditch. Nah, too much energy.
.OOC: Open for interaction. Just quote me. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------.
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2016 6:08 pm
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx 𝚅𝚒𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚛 𝙽𝚒𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚒xxx
♦ Third Year Slytherin ♦ Half-Blood Heir ♦ Reserved Keeper ♦xxxxx  xxxxᵂᵉˡᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉᶰᵈ ᵒᶠ ᵉʳᵃˢ˒ ᶤᶜᵉ ʰᵃˢ ᵐᵉˡᵗᵉᵈ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵗᵒ ˡᶤᶠᵉ
xxxxᴰᵒᶰᵉ ᵐʸ ᵗᶤᵐᵉ ᵃᶰᵈ ˢᵉʳᵛᵉᵈ ᵐʸ ˢᵉᶰᵗᵉᶰᶜᵉ˒ ᵈʳᵉˢˢ ᵐᵉ ᵘᵖ ᵃᶰᵈ ʷᵃᵗᶜʰ ᵐᵉ ᵈᶤᵉ
xxxxᴵᶠ ᶤᵗ ᶠᵉᵉˡˢ ᵍᵒᵒᵈ˒ ᵗᵃˢᵗᵉˢ ᵍᵒᵒᵈ˒ ᶤᵗ ᵐᵘˢᵗ ᵇᵉ ᵐᶤᶰᵉ
xxxxᴰʸᶰᵃˢᵗʸ ᵈᵉᶜᵃᵖᶤᵗᵃᵗᵉᵈ˒ ʸᵒᵘ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵐᶤᵍʰᵗ ˢᵉᵉ ᵃ ᵍʰᵒˢᵗ ᵗᵒᶰᶤᵍʰᵗ
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Vito did not clap when another student was added to the roster. He did not see the point most likely they were just the same as every other Slytherin to walk these halls. "More vipers for the pit, I wonder why they even bother keeping the ruddy house."He muttered to no one in particular. Though he could guess why, all the old wizarding families most likely still be the ones who pulled some strings of power. It would explain why after two wizarding wars that there was still pure blooded elitist pricks in his house. He was sure that it is better now than back then but if it was up to him he'd disband house that held the next candidate for the dark emperor. At least he'd not put all of them in the house.
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ˢʸᶜᵒᵖʰᵃᶰᵗˢ ᵒᶰ ᵛᵉˡᵛᵉᵗ ˢᵒᶠᵃˢ⁻ ᴸᵃᵛᶤˢʰ ᵐᵃᶰˢᶤᵒᶰˢ˒ ᵛᶤᶰᵗᵃᵍᵉ ʷᶤᶰᵉxxxx
ᴵ ᵃᵐ ˢᵒ ᵐᵘᶜʰ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᵗʰᵃᶰ ʳᵒʸᵃˡ˒ ˢᶰᵃᵗᶜʰ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᶜʰᵃᶤᶰ ᵃᶰᵈ ᵐᵃᶜᵉ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵉʸᵉˢxxxx
ᴵᶠ ᶤᵗ ᶠᵉᵉˡˢ ᵍᵒᵒᵈ˒ ᵗᵃˢᵗᵉˢ ᵍᵒᵒᵈ˒ ᶤᵗ ᵐᵘˢᵗ ᵇᵉ ᵐᶤᶰᵉxxxx
ᴴᵉʳᵒᵉˢ ᵃˡʷᵃʸˢ ᵍᵉᵗ ʳᵉᵐᵉᵐᵇᵉʳᵉᵈ˒ ᵇᵘᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᵏᶰᵒʷ ˡᵉᵍᵉᶰᵈˢ ᶰᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵈᶤᵉxxxx
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2016 7:14 pm
Anna Adair
Age: 11
Hogwarts Student
Slytherin
______________________________________________________________________ Anna continues to look at Treva until she said her name. At that point Anna decided to smile."Nice to meet you. I assume you are a first year, is that correct?"It was at that moment that Anna saw Treva turn towards a guy who sat down shortly before Julius got to the table. Anna looked puzzled at the guy who sat but thought nothing of it until Treva pointed and said he was Julius, but in reality that kid was not Julius.
As that scene was unfolding, Anna looked at Julius who sat down next to her. "Why thank you. Congrats to you too. I bet you are excited." Anna smirked as she noticed he made a remark about Treva. Anna looked back at the scene unfolding between Treva and the scar-faced kid and went stone-faced as she saw the kid reply.
When the kid made a snide remark to Treva about the name she called him, Anna couldn't help but say something. "Wow dude, just because you are in Slytherin does not mean you need to be rude to somebody who thought you were somebody else just due to the timing you sat down at.. You just happened to sit down when we were mentioning about Julius on how he got in Slytherin. Best part is, he didn't even have the hat touch his head before calling out Slytherin. Other than that, You said your name is Zane and to call you scar? Well I will call you Zane as that is your name. It's only proper. Why would you want people to call you scar, that only brings attention to your scars. How did you get your scars, may I ask?" Anna's face lighted up to a resting face. She was pretty tame from what she usually is when she is mad about something. She waited to see how he replied.OOC: =Text =Speech =Thoughts
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2016 7:40 pm
I thought of angels,
Choking on their halos-
Get them drunk on rose water;
See how dirty I can get them.
Pulling out their fragile teeth;
And clip their tiny wings! T R E V A
A N N E S T
W A R L O W
slytherin │ first year │ halfblood
Treva was torn between breaking into outright hysterical giggles when 'Zane Valentine' decided to comment on horrible names- 'Julius' was awful, yes, but 'Scarre' had to be far worse, especially considering the fact that his scars were there, yes, but no so extraordinarily prominent that it had been the very first thing she'd noticed. He had bigger dimples. "You don't say?" she managed, innocently enough, she thought. Julius, the Devil Himself- although he was rather short for Satan- decided to slip into the role of Captain Obvious, muttering about her literal definition, and she grinned toothily. "Treva the Meta. That's me. Don't hype it- it's not half as annuwiol once you start to run out of things to change into- lessee-," she struggled to arc the corners of her mouth up her cheeks in a proper Glasgow grin, but ended up with a slightly too wide, elongated Cheshire smile, which was difficult to maintain for more than a few moments. Anna was busy going off on Bloody Valentine. "Oh, it's not such a big deal. And speakin' of rude- Anna Adair, don't you think that's a bit... touchy?" Not that she wasn't just as curious, but she was having too much fun. Letting people down is my thing-
Baby, find yourself a new gig!
This town ain't big enough for two of us.
I don't have the right name;
Or the right looks...
But I have twice the heart.
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2016 8:36 am
xxxxxxxxx|| ωιтн [Slytherins] || ωнєяє || ωнєη [Sorting Ceremony 2035] || xxxx
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xxxxxxƜєℓℓ, тнєѕє ∂αуѕ уσυ'яє ƒιηє - Ɲσ, тнєѕє ∂αуѕ уσυ тєη∂ тσ ℓιє
xxxxxxƳσυ'ℓℓ тαкє тнє Ɯєѕтєяη тяαιη, נυѕт ву тнє ѕι∂є σƒ Aмѕтєя∂αм
xxxxxxJυѕт ву уσυя ℓєƒт вяαιη, נυѕт ву тнє ѕι∂є σƒ тнє Ƭιη мαη ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
"Good to know. My summer's not that great full of studying, Ravenclaw family and all- Had to convince them harder so that I could take a break sometimes. I remember our father being passive-aggressively grumpy that Avian got a bad grade in his OWLs. But I think he has to suck it up and was eventually all 'Could be worse' or something." Nike sounded unamused as she recalled her summer. Actually, every time she recalled Avian, she felt immediately down. Her face stiffened when Sera questioned if any of them were truly free in the first place, that she didn't think she was in the mood to know. Then her face grew more irritated at the sheer mention of Cyrus, because she was still angry at him. "Not sure about Cyrus, since his dad was dead and all, and him being now the heir. I don't think, or rather I wish, that the engagement thing won't continue. I still hate that git for meddling with others' business when he shouldn't." She said a tad bitterly than she intended it to be, but then she could have told Cyrus' father about how his dear son was flirting with other girls. But she didn't because unlike Cyrus, she wasn't a meddler. Certainly not.
Nike have this specific reaction when Sera asked her about Avian which resembled as if someone in the family died, she also looked the blue table next to Slytherin's and she didn't see any sign of Avian being depressed somewhere. She was certain that he wasn't in the mood to attend the feast but then, so was last year in the Ending Feast. Though, she took back everything she thought about Sera after she said that she never wished Nike's brother any ill. "It's... Well, probably a long story, I think. What did you hear from him so far?" Nike sadly said, "I mean, Avian's usually the type to be invisible when he's having a terrible day especially about our father, but he doesn't want sympathy from people- since I think he equates it to pity. He doesn't like people asking him about why he was having a bad day and pity him if that answers your question..." She was obviously oblivious that she was just like him when she was having a bad day- secretive, pretending they were okay, and not wanting people to pity them.
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ǀт'ѕ нαяɗ, вєƖιєνє мє, ǀ'νє тяιєɗxxxxxx
Ɓυт тнє яαιη ωση'т fαƖƖ fσя тнє вσтн σf υѕxxxxxx
Ƭнє ѕυη ωση'т ѕнιηє ση тнє вσтн σf υѕxxxxxx
ƁєƖιєνє мє ωнєη ǀ ѕαу, тнαт ǀ ωσυƖɗη'т нανє ιт αηу σтнєя ωαуxxxxxx ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ || Unwillingly Engaged || Attire || Theme Song ||xxxx ((ooc : stuff ))space
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