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 Posted: Wed May 02, 2018 6:39 pm
 
✖ ♥ ✖═════════════════════════════════════════════ ωнєи тнє ℓєα∂єя σf тнє вα∂ gυуѕ ѕαиg ѕσмєтнιиg ѕσfт
αи∂ ѕσαкє∂ ιи ραιи, ι нєαя∂ тнє є¢нσ fяσм нιѕ ѕє¢яєт нι∂єαωαу
нє мυѕт'νє fσяgσт тσ ¢ℓσѕє нιѕ ∂σσя
αѕ нє ¢яαикє∂ συт тнσѕє ∂ιѕмαℓ ¢нσя∂ѕ
αи∂ нιѕ fσυя ωαℓℓѕ ∂є¢ℓαяє∂ нιм ιиѕαиє═════════════════════════════════════════════
spaceCharley still wasn't entirely sure how the hell she'd been talked into helping Ariel with this nonsense. She'd trudged after him from table to table, diligently holding onto and passing out flyers, and still had no clue how exactly he'd done it. She'd scowled at the back of his head the entire time, twitching every time he said that they were starting a club. They were not starting a club, he was starting a club. She was just passing out flyers, dammit! This was not her club, she was taking absolutely no ownership of it. She refused!
spaceOnce her hands were empty, she stalked closer to the Hufflepuff, grabbing onto his shirt sleeve and tugging harshly. "What gives?" she hissed, eyes narrowed on the boy. "This isn't my club! I said I would help, not that I'd run the damn thing with you!" Charley glanced around them, noting all the people they'd passed out the flyers to, and felt slightly nauseous. "I am not a people person, Ariel! I'm not gonna stand up in front of a room and teach a bunch of wankers to speak bloody Greek or whatever!" Her voice had started to raise ever so slightly, color rising in her cheeks. When she'd agreed to help, she hadn't thought it meant anything other than trudging behind him and handing out the bloody flyers. That was the extent of her involvement! She didn't even know if she wanted to join the damn club! On the one hand, it appealed to her because she'd love to learn more languages. On the other hand, even having one friend was a bit much for her at times. Spending weekly meetings in a room full of bloody kids sounded like torture.
═════════════════════════════════════════════ ι ∂σи'т киσω ιf тнιѕ ѕσиg ιѕ α ѕυяяєи∂єя σя α яєνєℓ
ι ∂σи'т киσω ιf тнιѕ σиє ιѕ αвσυт мє σя тнє ∂єνιℓ
уσυ'яє тнє נυ∂gє, σн иσ, ѕєт мє fяєє
ι киσω му ѕσυℓ'ѕ fяєєzιиg, нєℓℓ'ѕ нσт fσя gσσ∂ яєαѕσи
ѕσ ρℓєαѕє═════════════════════════════════════════════ wнere - Slytherin Table
wнen - Sorting Feast 2041
wιтн - Ariel
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2018 6:48 pm
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「Location」
Slytherin Table
「Company」
Charley
「Mood」
Amused
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Ariel glanced back at his friend, not too shaken by her outburst. Honestly it reminded him of his sister, she snapped at him a lot so he had learned to take outbursts like this with a grain of salt. So he simply flashed a smile at her. "I never said you would be getting up to talk to people." He had no idea where she had gotten that one from, though he supposed it had been partially his own fault.
He continued, reaching out to ruffle her hair as he did with his twin when she was upset with him. "But you have to admit, helping me pass out flyers is technically helping me start the club."
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「OOC」
Speak here
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2018 7:12 pm
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「Location」
Slytherin Table
「Company」
Whitney and Dean
「Mood」
Excited
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2018 9:26 pm
 
✖ ♥ ✖═════════════════════════════════════════════ ι goт a deмon ιn мy ѕoυl and a voιce ιn мy нead
ιт'ѕ ѕayιng go, go, go! ι can ѕleep wнen ι'м dead
тнere'ѕ a ѕonιc revelaтιon вrιngιng мe тo мy ĸneeѕ
and тнere'ѕ a мan down вelow wнo needѕ мy ѕyмpaтнy
ι goт a rιngιng ιn мy earѕ geттιng ready тo вυrѕт
ѕcreaмιng "нallelυjaн, мoтнerғυcĸer, тaĸe мe тo cнυrcн"═════════════════════════════════════════════
spaceWhit had, of course, cheered quite enthusiastically when his best friend's younger sister was sorted into his house, elbowing his brother lightly in the ribs and shooting a look to Jin at the Hufflepuff table. Normally, Whit would've sat with his friend, but he'd had a feeling Ha-Yun just might be in his house, and wanted to welcome her appropriately if she were. Considering he'd been right, he'd say it was a good call. He raised himself up in his seat a little and waved to the younger girl, not sure if she'd sit with him and his brother but wanting her to know she was welcome to.
spaceHe wasn't overly surprised when she greeted them both with an excited hug, returning his with a grin and a light thump on her back. "This is the fun house," Whitney said matter-of-factly. "Just 'cause we're in it, of course, but that's enough, I think." Her rapid-fire questioning had him struggling to keep up, the somewhat messy signing only helping him marginally to understand her lips. "Slow down a bit, sis," he chuckled. "I only caught half of that for sure. But, lemme think... You asked about the head, right? He's a jackarse. But don't worry, you'll barely even register on his radar compared to some other students. I think he's gonna kill someone eventually."
spaceHe wasn't overly surprised to hear that Jin had told her the professors were scary, but couldn't help but roll his eyes all the same. "Professor Hill's the only scary one," he said dryly. "I think, anyway. I guess I'll know better once I start my new electives. The headmaster's pretty intimidating, but I think he's alright." He tried, and failed, to come up with a list of people she should avoid. Actually, at the moment, only one person came to mind. "One of my dormmates got himself punched by a girl in Gryffindor last year," he mused. "So I guess avoid her? She's in Dean's year." He looked to his brother for confirmation, or maybe a name. Cel had certainly complained enough about the altercation in the common room. He'd been so loud even the deaf could hear it.
═════════════════════════════════════════════ ι rιde тнe lιgнтnιng, roll wιтн тнe тнυnder
ι'м goιng down down down wιтн мy ѕιѕтerѕ and вroтнerѕ
ι ғell ιn love wιтн тнeιr darĸeѕт parтѕ
ѕтand on тнe ѕιde oғ тнe wιld aт нearт
ι plυcĸed тнe ғeaтнer oғғ a crow ѕo ι coυld ғly
ѕιnce ι waѕ тнιrтeen yearѕ old ι've нad мy ғιѕт тo тнe ѕĸy═════════════════════════════════════════════ wнere - Slytherin Table
wнen - Sorting Feast 2041
wιтн - Dean, Ha-Yun
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2018 9:35 pm
 
✖ ♥ ✖═════════════════════════════════════════════ wнo'ѕ тo ĸnow ιғ yoυr ѕoυl wιll ғade aт all
тнe one yoυ ѕold тo ғool тнe world
yoυ loѕт yoυr ѕelғ-eѕтeeм along тнe way═════════════════════════════════════════════
spaceByron tried not to show his distaste when Momo mentioned her uncle. The man had shown up, rather late in fact, to the dinner their betrothal had been announced at, and things had gone downhill rather quickly. If the man had been the picture of good manners, Byron wouldn't have cared much that he'd been late, assuming he had a decent reason for it. But it seemed rather like the man had been late on purpose, and his manners had been distinctly lacking. That a grown man could manage to accidentally set anything on fire bordered on ridiculous, at least in Byron's opinion. He kept his tone neutral, musing aloud when he asked, "Was it really an accident?" From what he'd seen, Hayate didn't get along well with the Scarlet matriarch. Which made it more than plausible that he'd set the things on fire on purpose, just to irk the woman. Then again, he'd seemed something of a drunk, so perhaps it was an accident. Really, either was equally likely. He couldn't even be bothered to be sorry that he'd accused the man of such, all things considered. From what he'd see, Hayate would probably be quite pleased at the accusation.
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no ѕenѕe ιn нιdιng all oғ yoυrѕ
yoυ gave υp on yoυr dreaмѕ along тнe way═════════════════════════════════════════════ wнere - Slytherin Table
wнen - Sorting Feast 2041
wιтн - Momo
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2018 9:41 pm
✖ ♥ ✖═════════════════════════════════════════════ ωнєи тнє ℓєα∂єя σf тнє вα∂ gυуѕ ѕαиg ѕσмєтнιиg ѕσfт
αи∂ ѕσαкє∂ ιи ραιи, ι нєαя∂ тнє є¢нσ fяσм нιѕ ѕє¢яєт нι∂єαωαу
нє мυѕт'νє fσяgσт тσ ¢ℓσѕє нιѕ ∂σσя
αѕ нє ¢яαикє∂ συт тнσѕє ∂ιѕмαℓ ¢нσя∂ѕ
αи∂ нιѕ fσυя ωαℓℓѕ ∂є¢ℓαяє∂ нιм ιиѕαиє═════════════════════════════════════════════
spaceAll of Charley's previous steam seemed to let out, rather unspectacularly, at Ariel's admittedly reasonable response. Her eyes still narrowed, she let out a quiet, "Oh," gut twisting slightly out of guilt. She'd jumped on him rather unfairly, she guessed. But the way he'd carried on-! Ugh. She wasn't good at this. What this was, exactly, she didn't know. Having a friend. Helping people. Being nice. Any of it. Half the time she wondered if she was even fit for public. Not that she cared, because being in public was overrated.
spaceOf course, some of her anger returned when he reached out and ruffled her hair. She barely resisted the urge to slap his hand away, clenching her fists and curling her lip. "Don't do that," she snapped. "I'm not some five year old street urchin, you know!" Even if she felt like one half the time thanks to her uncle. He did a good job with her, really, but sometimes he was distracted and she was bored. Sometimes that meant she got lost in some random city. Sometimes it took a while for him to find her. No big deal, really.
spaceFeeling somewhat deflated, but determined to hold onto some of her ire out of pride, she huffed and crossed her arms. "We're starting a club makes it sound like it's my club, too," she pointed out. "It's not. I'm just... helping. Because you asked. It's your bloody club, Nolan." And he better not forget it, because if she found herself holding some ridiculous title like vice captain or secretary or something she'd scream.
═════════════════════════════════════════════ ι ∂σи'т киσω ιf тнιѕ ѕσиg ιѕ α ѕυяяєи∂єя σя α яєνєℓ
ι ∂σи'т киσω ιf тнιѕ σиє ιѕ αвσυт мє σя тнє ∂єνιℓ
уσυ'яє тнє נυ∂gє, σн иσ, ѕєт мє fяєє
ι киσω му ѕσυℓ'ѕ fяєєzιиg, нєℓℓ'ѕ нσт fσя gσσ∂ яєαѕσи
ѕσ ρℓєαѕє═════════════════════════════════════════════ wнere - Slytherin Table
wнen - Sorting Feast 2041
wιтн - Ariel
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2018 9:44 pm
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「Location」
Slytherin Table
「Company」
Byron
「Mood」
Cheerful
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2018 10:09 pm
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「Location」
Slytherin Table
「Company」
Charley
「Mood」
Amused
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Once again Ariel was seemly un-phased by her anger towards him. It wasn't a regular day unless on female he was close to yelled at him, be it his sister or his mother...or well not Charley as well since she was now someone he considered a friend. So he removed his hand from her head, keeping his usual smile plastered onto his face. "Sorry about that, it's a habit. I won't do it again."
He calmly listened to her reasoning and when she finished he crossed his arms over his chest and nodded. It did make sense of course, when she put it that way. "You don't have to worry about being in the leadership or anything like that. I was just going to make Miranda be my vice-captain unless I can find someone who would actually want to take the position." Ariel loved his sister but he definitely knew how to push her buttons to get her to follow along with his plans. "And honestly I appreciate you being willing to help me out. I wouldn't have been able to get as much notice out without you. So thanks!"
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「OOC」
Speak here
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Posted: Thu May 03, 2018 4:30 am
( Muggleborn ￭ First Year Slytherin ￭ Self-Proclaimed Mature Preteen ) ↫xx
I doɴ'т мιɴd leттιɴɢ yoυ dowɴ eαѕy вυт jυѕт ɢιve ιт тιмe
Iғ ιт doɴ'т нυrт ɴow тнeɴ jυѕт wαιт, jυѕт wαιт α wнιle
Yoυ're ɴoт тнe вιɢ ғιѕн ιɴ тнe poɴd ɴo мore
Yoυ αre wнαт тнey're ғeedιɴɢ oɴ
So wнαт αre yoυ ɢoɴɴα do wнeɴ тнe world doɴ'т orвιт αroυɴd yoυ?
Aιɴ'т ιт ғυɴ lιvιɴɢ ιɴ тнe reαl world? Aιɴ'т ιт ɢood вeιɴɢ αll αloɴe?
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ❖ ✿ ♫ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
Mina arched an eyebrow when Will seemed to think that he was sorted here for his anger. "Psh, doubt it," she shook her head, her Welsh accent showing, "Slytherin is ambition and cunning. Maybe it sees your cleverness and you just don't notice it." Mina may have so many people who call her an "egomaniac" or just "self-absorbed" (she never cared), but she knew better than degrading people or letting them be so... eugh, self-deprecating. Where's the fun in those kinds of people? It's lame. Mina would prefer butting heads with people on her level, twice the fun! "Oh, very," the young Slytherin nodded with a smirk, being pleased with herself, "I don't have a house in mind, actually. But it's my dad's house, so I'm content."
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Wнere yoυ're ғroм? Yoυ мιɢнт вe тнe oɴe wнo'ѕ rυɴɴιɴɢ тнιɴɢѕ
Well, yoυ cαɴ rιɴɢ αɴyвody'ѕ вell тo ɢeт wнαт yoυ wαɴт
Yoυ ѕee, ιт'ѕ eαѕy тo ιɢɴore тroυвle wнeɴ yoυ're lιvιɴɢ ιɴ α вυввle
So wнαт αre yoυ ɢoɴɴα do wнeɴ ɴoвody wαɴтѕ тo ғool wιтн yoυ?
Doɴ'т ɢo cryιɴɢ тo yoυr мαмα
'Cαυѕe yoυ're oɴ yoυr owɴ ιɴ тнe reαl world
 xxxoυт oғ cнαrαcтerxxx((ooc))▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
wнeɴ - Sorting Ceremony 2041 ↫xx
wнere - Great Hall ↫xxxx
wιтн - Housemates (William) ↫xxxxxx
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2018 6:42 pm
  Enid Lambert née Brewster
Half-Blood ★ Slytherin Third Year ★ Adopted Location : Hogsmeade Station → Great Hall - Slytherin Table
Enid listened to Karen talk about her electives. She began to think about how many might match up. Though her thoughts deviated when divination peeked her interest. “Divination is a family thing. That means your family has the seer gene?” She somewhat questioned. It made sense. And, it was a curious thing. Made her roommate all the more interesting in Enid’s mind. “I’m taking divination too, and muggle studies.” She told her. “I’m also taking like four other classes. My mum talked me into a number of the classes I ended up taking.”
Grabbing a carriage, Enid found herself landing at the Slytherin table with someone other then Cel. Not that she didn’t mind the boy oddly enough, but it was just odd. Pushing that thought aside Enid looked to the grouping of first years. “How many first years you think will land in Slytherin?” She questioned aloud. She was curious just as she’d been with her own sorting. She’d never expected to be where she was though she had no complaints.
Status : Glad to be back / Curious
Company : Slytherins... Karen
OOC : Hope you don't mind my moving to the table.
Hm... a sharp, analytical mind
Healthy skepticism and a penchant for telling tall tales?
You're a curious one, but what to do with you?
I think you'll do quite well in
Slytherin!
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Posted: Thu May 10, 2018 7:02 pm
 Faina Patrovna
Slytherin Prefect │ Fifth Year │ Fifteen Years Old │ Single
Dueling Club Captain
The warm feeling gained from being with her boyfriend, and their ride up from Hogsmeade, carried Faina all the way to the Slytherin Table in the Great Hall. If she'd had her druthers she'd have stayed with him at his table, or stayed with her little sister, but it would have looked odd if a newly-minted Prefect wasn't there at the table, especially since in all likelihood it would be her responsibility to lead the newly Sorted Slytherins down into the dungeons. Yeah, there'd been a time when she questioned her own Sorting, now she embraced it.
Arriving just before the Sorting ceremony, she made the point of watching for Lucien's cousin, and was thrilled to see her get Sorted into Slytherin. Faina also started noting down the names of the newly Sorted Slytherins, so she could keep track of whom they were. She promised herself she would look out for the younger students, be the mat' medved' she'd always been for her sister, if it were required.
Now that the Sorting was concluded, she was waiting for the Headmaster to make his opening remarks, so the Feast could start. She wanted to have a nice, hot meal, and the chance to relax.
OOC: Open for Interaction  "And you ask me what I want this year
And I try to make this kind and clear
Just a chance that maybe we'll find better days
Cuz I don't need boxes wrapped in strings
And desire and love and empty things
Just a chance that maybe we'll find better days."
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Posted: Thu May 10, 2018 11:00 pm
 I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
Listened as the crowd would sing
Now the old king is dead long live the king
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Gʀʏғғɪɴᴅᴏʀ || Hᴇᴀᴅᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀ || Pᴜʀᴇʙʟᴏᴏᴅ
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Timothy had been watching the sorting quietly, noting where people went. However, when the stool was placed away, he stood patiently and walked over to the podium. He looked over the crowd of assembled students, ready to welcome them to the new school year. "Hello everyone, and welcome back for a new school year. For those that are just now beginning their education at Hogwarts, I would like to extend a welcome and hope they are diligent in their studies. However, before we begin the feast and forget what needs to be stated, I must make the usual school announcements. There is to be no magic used in between classes in the halls, and under no circumstances should you enter the Forbidden Forest unless you wish to shorten your lifespan by a number of years. The other school rules are posted for people to peruse at their leisure, but considering these are the most frequent violations, I must bring them up here. Now, let us sit back, tuck in, and enjoy the feast before the evening ends." Timothy took a seat, ready himself to eat.
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Location: Staff Table
Thinking: New year, new faces.
OOC:
One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand
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Posted: Sat May 12, 2018 8:23 pm
 
✖ ♥ ✖═════════════════════════════════════════════ нere'ѕ тo вeιng нυмan, all тнe paιn and ѕυғғerιng
тнere'ѕ вeaυтy ιn тнe вleedιng, aт leaѕт yoυ ғeel ѕoмeтнιng
ι wιѕн ι ĸnew wнaт ιт waѕ lιĸe тo care enoυgн тo carry on
ι wιѕн ι ĸnew wнaт ιт waѕ lιĸe тo ғιnd a place wнere ι вelong═════════════════════════════════════════════
spaceSorin hadn't bothered to try and hunt down Akira tonight, not seeing any point in trying to be social when he'd just have to cut it short at the end of the feast. He wasn't in the best of moods, anyway, because he'd caught up to his sister on the way to the castle and she'd seemed a little worse for wear. And hadn't been willing to talk about it, which, it didn't take a genius to guess why. Her eyes had kept drifting to her betrothed, so he was willing to bet that the prat had said something to upset her. But she had refused to explain what, due to said prat hovering nearby. If not for the general need to keep up appearances and follow rules, Sorin wouldn't have been all that surprised to see Hermolaos insisting on Celeste joining him at the Slytherin table. As it was, she was granted a reprieve, but unfortunately not one that he could take advantage of. He'd been named prefect, after all, and thus had obligations to his own house. No matter how much he didn't really care about a bunch of snot-nosed first years. His sister would've insisted he do his duty, though.
spaceSo, of course, he sat at his own table, near the head of the great hall so that come the time, he'd be easily visible, and spent nearly the entire feast scowling at his own plate. He didn't even bother watching the ceremony, not particularly caring about it even though logically he knew he should've paid attention to the new Slytherins. When things seemed to be dying down and people were spending more time yawning than talking or eating, he finally stood, identifying Faina's location before getting the first year's attention.
space"First year students, listen up! I'm Sorin Kinsley, and this" he gestured to Faina, figuring she would make herself known by standing or something, "is Faina Patrovna, we're your fifth year house prefects. We'll be leading you down to the dorms now. It's important that you pay attention as we go so that you don't get lost later on. Stay with the group and behave yourselves." He shot them all what he hoped was a stern look, not in the mood to deal with a bunch of rambunctious children who couldn't walk down some corridors without acting like idiots.
═════════════════════════════════════════════ нere'ѕ тo вeιng нυмan, тaĸιng ιт ғor granтed
тнe нιgнѕ and lowѕ oғ lιvιng, тo geттιng ѕecond cнanceѕ
ι wιѕн ι ĸnew wнaт ιт waѕ lιĸe тo care aвoυт wнaт'ѕ rιgнт or wrong
ι wιѕн ѕoмeone coυld нelp мe ғιnd ғιnd a place wнere ι вelong═════════════════════════════════════════════ wнere - Slytherin Table
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Posted: Sun May 13, 2018 6:28 am
Faina Patrovna
Slytherin Prefect │ Fifth Year │ Fifteen Years Old │ Single
Dueling Club Captain
Once the Headmaster made his customary opening remarks, and his annual reminder not to go traipsing out into the Forbidden Forest, dinner finally arrived. Knowing she'd be departing before long, she tucked straightaway into her meal, though she made sure to keep tabs on the locations of the incoming First Years. She was happy to see a samavar filled with mulled apple cider, which a mug of helped to chase the chill from her bones, as did the soup she helped herself to. Faina treated herself to a piece of chocolate cake for dessert, finishing it just as Sorin moved to stand up.
Smoothing down her skirt, the fifteen year old Prefect stood up when her name was mention, and she smiled toward the new students. "Please, gather around," she said aloud to the incoming students, to reinforce what Sorin was saying. "Stay close to us. If you have any questions, just ask."
"And you ask me what I want this year
And I try to make this kind and clear
Just a chance that
maybe we'll find better days
Cuz I don't need boxes wrapped in strings
And desire and love and empty things
Just a chance that maybe we'll find better days."
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Posted: Fri May 18, 2018 5:52 am
 xCian Quinlan xxxx Slytherin 2nd Yearxxxx Reserve Beater
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
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