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Mercy, mercy, knock down my door
Told me you were here to replace my scorn
Not so fast with your stick back face
I dare you to run when they get there

Feel my wicked ways running through my veins
Take a bitter taste of a shallow grave
I watched you burn, burn, burn
Till the many breaks, and you wash away

✪✪✪Will rolled his eyes as if the threat of a ridiculous nickname could make him spill his secrets. "Sink or swim my friend. As long as my nickname doesn't have anything Shakespeare, I'm good." It's an annoying habit old people, especially older women had to assume that his full name was William and go on about which play his mother must've been attracted to to name him so.
By the time he figured out who the hell William Shakespeare was he pretty much hated the guy and almost all he stood for. He kept watching the sorting if only to stop himself from trying to stare over at the Gryffindor table to see how his twin was faring but eventually he caved and gave a small smile at seeing Londy being the new person Jack clung to. For all his ranting and raving about being the elder twin, he was especially clingy and always laying or cuddling up next to him for no reason. This separate house thing won't be too bad after all. Will turned to Cian as he started talking about Quidditch (had he zoned out that much?) and talked about trying out. "That's cool, we can tryout together then. Which position are you thinking of?" Though they'd given him a basic rundown of the sport, he hoped his new friend took some time to actually read up on it more than just listening to them.

xCian Quinlan xxxx Slytherin xxxx First Year

You hear the door slam
And realize there's nowhere left to run
You feel the cold hand
And wonder if you'll ever see the sun
You close your eyes

"Well I always was pretty good with baseball at my last school. So I'll go for Beater, but they can put me honstly what they need. I would be learning either way. What about you?" Cian replied. He liked the idea of hitting cannonballs at others. He assumed getting hurt was easily fixed in this kind of game. Other wise there would be an issue if all the players were hurt at any given point. Not sure if his parents woud approve of it but dang it he still wanted to play Qudditch, is seemed exciting. He would have to write to Aeryn about Qudditch. She be down for a potentially bloody sport. She certainly be competitive enough. He already had tomorrow's letter home half written in his head. Write to let them know what house he got. All about his house. Perhaps send Aeryn a box of weird jelly beans.

Ooc: sorry just saw some errors had to fix xP




And hope that this is just imagination
Girl but all the while
You hear a creature creeping up behind
You're out of time




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oғ all тнe тradeѕ тнaт'ѕ goιn' тнe вeggιn' ιѕ тнe вeѕт
ғor wнen a мan ιѕ тιred нe can ѕιт down and reѕт
нe can вeg ғor нιѕ dιnner, нe'ѕ noтнιng elѕe тo do
wнen нe coмeѕ aroυnd тнe corner wιтн нιѕ old rιg-a-doo
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spaceCel hadn't bothered trying to locate anyone to sit with on the train; he'd been rather late to arrive, unfortunately, only barely managing to board before it was taking off. He'd ended up shuttering himself in a compartment that was mostly-empty, with only a couple of older students inside, and promptly fallen back asleep. When he'd woken hours later, it'd been with a crick in his neck and to an empty compartment. He had to wonder if he'd chased the upperclassmen away with his snoring. Not that he minded, since it meant he didn't have to feel bad about practicing his fiddle, which he had. For the remainder of the journey. Upon arriving at the school, he'd taken a moment to marvel over the apparently-horseless carriages before climbing into one with three students he didn't know, smiling widely at the lot of them before staring out the window the entire way to the castle.

spaceNow that he was in the Great Hall, however, he had a goal, which was to find Enid. She was a fun lass, for sure, and he'd missed her over the holiday. He'd tried writing to her, of course, but he was rubbish at such things. What few letters he'd penned were flowery and dramatic and exactly what should've been expected from him, but there hadn't been very many of them. He'd have to apologize, and make it up to her. Maybe write her a song. He spotted his housemate easily enough, grinning ear to ear as he joined her at the table. "Fancy seein' yer 'ere, lass," he greeted with a wink, settling next to her, his elbow on the table and his chin on his fist. "'Av a pleasant train ride?" Truthfully, he was curious. Who had she ridden with? Had she looked for him at all? Probably not, he'd have been fairly easy to find. Well, once he'd started playing his fiddle, anyway. By which point she might've already given up looking. If she'd been looking at all.



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and ιт'ѕ over тнe ғιeldѕ wιтн мy pacĸ on мy вacĸ
and over тнe ғιeldѕ wιтн мy greaт нeavy ѕacĸ
wιтн тнe нoleѕ ιn мy ѕнoeѕ and мy тoeѕ peepιng тнroυgн
ѕιngιng ѕĸιnny-мe-rιnĸ a doodle o ғor old joнnny dнυ
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wнere - House Table
wнen - Sorting Feast 2040
wιтн - Enid
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✪✪✪Will nodded and could see how Cian could relate baseball to being a beater, except that he didn't throw his bat down in a game of Quidditch unless he was suicidal. He had considered, at one time, to try possibly try for beater once he was finally at school but all that sorta changed after watching some of his aunt's training for her games. Aunt Cyd was easily their coolest aunt, she played for Scotland for crying out loud, but she was also one of the most terrifying. Right after Aunt Rose. He'd heard and seen the horror stories that came from her training and diet regime and if that's what it took to knock people out the sky, he'd rather just be the lucky fellow who dodged. "I'm trying for chaser, they're pretty much the star of the show until the seeker swoops in and steals all the glory." he said wryly. Will understood that the seekers had pretty much the hardest job on the team but c'mon. It seemed kinda unfair that the seeker was the most popular position while the chasers were the ones actually earning the points. "That or keeper, whichever one really." he added with a shrug and sniff.

Location : Great Hall - Slytherin Table

Rebecca noted the only class she didn’t take that Jeremy had was law. She didn’t see it as a class she wanted to take. It was like history. As interesting as it was she didn’t want to learn about it in a classroom. Read about it at her leisure perhaps although even that was unlikely. She was more then willing to take the more hands on classes. Well she supposed that muggle studies, wasn’t exactly hands on. “I kind of went for classes I found intriguing, most are all hands on magic stuff. Kind of my preference.” She told him.

Glancing to the sorting Rebecca noticed a lot of Hufflepuff sortings. Slytherin had what seemed to be a better sorting the previous year. Then again if memory served her year was just as laxed in the number of new snakes. ‘Guess there’s give and take…’ She thought to herself. “So we seem to be lacking new members. Do you that’s good or bad for the Quidditch team?” She questioned. Quidditch might not be her thing but it was Jeremy’s so why not question it.

Status : Socializing
Company : Jeremy

Attire : Slytherin Uniform

OOC : She's already starting the pretend game...




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Ah, child, it isn't you who are lacking, I promise
Your worth isn't measured by your house
And it isn't for your mother's sake that I tell you
Your cunning and determination will serve you quite well in
Slytherin!

𝐼'𝓂 𝓇𝓊𝓃𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓁𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝐼 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒
𝒲𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝓊𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓂𝒾𝓈𝑒𝓈 𝒶𝒾𝓃'𝓉 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒾𝓉 𝓊𝓈𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒
𝐼 𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓂𝒾𝓈𝑒 𝑜𝓇 𝒷𝒶𝓇𝑔𝒶𝒾𝓃 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓂𝓎 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓁
𝐻𝑜𝓌 𝒹𝒾𝒹 𝒶 𝓁𝒾𝒻𝑒 𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝒹 𝓈𝒾𝒹𝑒 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝑔𝑒𝓉 𝓈𝑜 𝒹𝓊𝓁𝓁?


"Now that you say that maybe we'll have a boom next year. Though we did get some variety." He said looking at the first years one girl kinda reminded him of him at first year. They had some social first years as well. One seemed annoyed food wasnt here yet and Jeremy couldn't blame him. Jeremy was just less vocal than the blonde first year. "If they all try out we have plenty just one or two would be good. Some may even get first string. They took me for the main team in first year." Jeremy continued. Sortting seemed to be winding down finally so prehaps the growling stomachs can get fed.


𝐼 𝑔𝑜𝓉 𝒶 𝓈𝑒𝒶𝓉 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝒾𝒹𝒹𝓁𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓇𝑜𝒶𝒹 𝐼'𝓂 𝑔𝑜𝓃𝓃𝒶 𝓉𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝓂𝓎 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒
𝐼 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓅 𝑜𝓃𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑒 𝓈𝑜 𝐼 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝓋𝑜𝓉𝑒 𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓅𝑒𝑒𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝓁𝒾𝒻𝑒
𝐼'𝓂 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝒶 𝒹𝓇𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓎 𝓊𝓅 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓀𝓎 𝐼'𝓂 𝒶 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝑜𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇
𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒'𝓈 𝒶 𝓈𝑜𝓁𝒹𝒾𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉'𝓈 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒫.𝒮. 𝒯𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒾𝓈 𝓌𝒶𝓇


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