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 Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2011 9:28 am
Slip out the back before they know you were there
and at the worst you'll see nobody cares, you don't want to be around when it all goes down...  William Dante Nott the Third
By now, a large mass of consumables had been piled high on his plate, ranging from salad, to a chicken leg, down to soup, over towards the vegetables, and taking a break every now and then with a morsel of sugary goodness. While others began to converse, he had decidedly grown quiet because this was where he felt most at fault, most vulnerable.
His peers had managed a well maintained facade, Blaire even, had triumphed over him in that much, but it was simply hard for him to stop, check which emotions that should be portraying, and then imagine a way to recreate such culturally universal body languages-
Hell, it was starting to give him a slight headache!
More than once, Tay rose his head and his attention, towards the upperclassmen. His golden iris, flaming with the fury of the sun and stars, would fall upon them as they repetitively called on Dante Prince, who seemed to hold the same namesake, at least, partially anyway. It was only because of this that he had managed to notice Blaire, and Dante himself, seemingly eye each other across the ways. The presence of his snake caught his attention only for the moment, before it would be redirected towards Drake with utmost insolence.
The boy was a joke! How he shouted his emotions across the ways, it was ridiculous. Repulsive even! Tay had managed to all but clench his teeth down on his lips once the desire to mock the boy arose, and before he could fall for the temptation, Tay rose to his feet abruptly, dropped his fork and knife with a loud clang on his partially full plate and turned on his heel, the billow of his cloak fluttering behind his wake.
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Location: Exiting Great Hall
Injuries: -
Thoughts: 'Down right repulsive! How they let a person like that into Slytherin is beyond my comprehension!'
╚══════════════╝ ..even heroes know when to be scared.
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2011 4:41 pm
 ==== ☠ ==== мira ====☠====  Mira looked at the group. It seemed that sorting was over so Mira decied it was time to move to the common room. Standing up, "First Years, Please Follow me!" As she made her way out of the room. She wasn't one to wait for them. This house is a fight for survial and if they want to cut it in her eyes, they have to keep up. {Exit to Slytherin Common Room}  Translations{...} OOC{=[]=}
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Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2011 9:37 am
Jessica Sassareth
Slytherin, First Year  Jessica was famished, despite her outburt and began eating a beef stew that the house elves magicly made appear. The heat of the soupy meal soothed the redhead's throat. As she consumed the stew, Jess' green eyed glare still stabbed at the Sorting Hat. Then, a pale slender hand rested on Jess' shoulder, to which the very pale redhead glanced up at Cosette's greeting smile. Jess had seen such 'sweet' smiles before and had a good idea about the actual intent behind it. Prewitt.... Her mother is a Lestrange... Hmmmmm...., Jess' mind recalled a little of what her father had said of the Prewitts and the Lestranges. Slightly nodding her head toward the older girl, Jessica politely greeted Cosette, "I am Jessica Sassareth. A pleasure meeting you, Miss Prewitt." Then hearing Mira's announcement, Jess noded again toward Cosette, "Excuse me one moment." Then the pale redhead finished her stew and began to stand to follow the Slytherin perfect, but she directed a comment back at Cosette, "I thought your family was in Egypt."
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Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2011 10:13 am
Blaire sat, constantly keeping his pristine posture in-check, and continued his idle, meaningless chatter with his housemates. He was really more intent on listening and gathering. He had only lightly picked at his food, here and there, but that wasn't really uncharacteristic of him. The blonde had just a moment to lock eyes with his cousin to express his mutual disgust in the boy, Drake, before the prefect, Mira, announced their departure. He quickly followed-suit, and followed the flock as the older Slytherin herded their hous to the dungeons.
Exit to (Time Skip) Classes the Following Day
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Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2011 10:27 am
The third Alice was a young girl, a beautiful figure in Wonderland.
Deceiving countless people, she created a strange country.
That Alice was the country's queen,
Possessed by a warped dream.
Fearing her decaying body, she ruled from the summit of the country.  ❤ Cosette Aurelie Prewitt ❤
▹ ► ▻ Fifth Year Slytherin ◃ ◄ ◅ ♕ Cosette's smile only grew at her comment about her family's location. "Ah, so you've heard of my family. We were in Egypt, yes, but we were homesick for England. Had I known, however, how far it had fallen, I may have stayed there." Icy blue eyes met the girl's as Cosette continued. "Welcome to Slytherin, house of ambition and cunning. We strive here to be the best that we can be. We have an image to keep up, you see--not the foolish idea some have, that we're all evil, oh no. The appearance we strive for is one of upright, good mannered students. One that we have, for the most part, managed to achieve." Her smile grew even more brilliant, as her hand--her right hand--tightened on Jessica's shoulder, preventing her from leaving just yet. "And do you know something we don't do? We don't have temper tantrums. We don't yell at esteemed national treasures, and we certainly don't step on them. In fact, I don't believe any here would do such a thing, regardless of their house. Especially not in front of the entire school, making a complete fool of themselves and of their house." The smile vanished, replaced by a stare, her eyes narrowed. "That sort of behavior is unacceptable in any house, especially ours. We value respect, understand? Respect for those better than you, for those wiser, older or stronger than you, and for yourself and your house."♕ As she spoke, Cosette's voice grew colder and colder as her fury grew. She was proud of her house, and this upstart first year had just completely embarrassed it! Her hand clenched tighter, her nails now digging in to the girl's skin. She met Jessica's eyes with her own, which were now arctic cold. "You acted like a fool and shamed not only yourself, your family, and your house, but this school. Hogwarts students don't act like that! You are eleven, act your age! If you insist on acting like a five-year-old, we shall treat you as one--and five-year-olds aren't allowed at school." Deep inside, Cosette was horrified to notice that the pins and needles feeling of emptiness starting to creep further and further up her arm, but was unable to calm herself. "Do not ever do such a thing again," she warned, leaving the 'or else' unsaid. "Now, get out of my sight. It disgusts me to look at you!" she shoved the girl away in the direction of the other first years, forcing her arm back to her side--it was probably a bit painful for the girl, as Cosette couldn't make her hand release, but instead had to pull it away. She spun on her heel and stalked off in the other direction, towards the teachers. "I apologize for my house-mate's disrespect," she told them with a curtsy, eyes still hard and voice still cold, then turned once more and headed out, walking as rapidly as she could without running, left hand tightly gripping her right once more. ((Exiting to dungeons.)) The weight of the world, this burden on your shoulders
Demons of the past, will they ever disappear?
Memories of withered dreams, illusions torn and gone
Remaining scars no one can see?  
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Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2011 3:17 pm
Jessica Sassareth
Slytherin, First Year Jessica didn't cry out when Cosette dug her nails into her shoulder, drawing blood. She patiently endured it -- having dealt with worse pain from the poisoning that her system was still fighting off. Jessica hurried up to catch up with the others, steering clear fo Cosette, I'll watch myself around you....[Exit Jessica to the Slytherin Common Room]
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Essy ze Ninja Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Sep 28, 2011 11:25 am
Slip out the back before they know you were there
and at the worst you'll see nobody cares, you don't want to be around when it all goes down...  William Dante Nott the Third First year, Slytherin
When the two Slytherin's had finally set foot past the grand double doors which granted entry way into the ceiling enchanted Great Hall, Tay glanced up and down the table with a bemused expression played at his lips. "Curious, there's hardly anyone at the Slytherin Table." Tay noted with a callous grin that offered far more discomfort than it ever could sympathy.
"Let's eat, shall we?" He motioned, a stubby fingered hand granted her the freedom to walk ahead as they carefully plucked down at one end of the table. Immediately, the ritual of piling a plate high to the heavens began.
"So why didn't you want to be in Slytherin anyway?" Tay wondered aloud, he obviously hadn't ever noticed the term 'subte,' that, or he cared nothing for it.
"When you bludgeoned the hat, I mean?" Quickly, a turkey leg soon found its way to his mouth as he gnawed off a generous chunk.
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Location:Slytherin Table with Jessica
Injuries: Busted lip, swollen purple bruise along cheekbone, sweltering black and blue bruised knot on his ribcage
Thoughts:....'
╚══════════════╝ ..even heroes know when to be scared.
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2011 10:22 pm
 {"It's only fear..."}'-,,-' { Thomas Doyle Findeler }'-,,-' {"...It's only my destiny!"}[ First-year ; Slytherin ]
Just why had he decided he was better off aligning himself with Roi? It was to protect those people around him; because he was confident he was greater than darkness. Evil had no power over him; and it wouldn't so long as Thomas held true to himself. He wasn't foolish enough to let that inner deviant play on a whim; that was only one aspect, a secret, deep, dangerous aspect, of who Thomas was. What he brought to the surface was perception and clarity, but none of that could cloud the Sorting hat's vision. At first Thomas questioned whether the hat had taken Thomas' feelings into consideration; if it had been up to him, he'd have been sitting along side Yia, but as the echo of applause from the watchful students before him began to die down, Thomas realized, the house that would pave his way in the world didn't define who he was, it simple would foster his strengths, and compensate his flaws; if truly an inner-deviant did play deep within, Slytherin would provide the tools; the insight, to tame them...
He took a deep breath as the Headmistress lifted the hat off his head, and buried his angst as he stepped down and made for the Slytherin table. He walked with pride, chin held straight as he embraced the honor of carrying his father's legacy. Thomas could feel his father's precence; the remnants of himself that he left here in the walls of this castle, and it filled the boy with an incurable need to honor his father, at least in appearances. He wasn't thrilled about his sorting, but imagined the joy and praise his father would display upon recieving the news. Thomas anticipated writing the letter that very evening; to pass to his father that a legacy had been born this night, and all in all, it wasn't so bad. Plus, he still had Fisch; it was like Arthur knew he'd end up feeling abandoned and alone; isolated from comfort, but here now, there was comfort in a puring kitten. He passed that comfort in a grin to Yia before he let the gesture contort and twist to a more devious and sinister smirk that he aimed at Woil's body at the demon within. A part of himself enjoyed the wheels in motion in his head, and what his motives might unearth in the end. In the midst of what Yia had repeatedly warned him about his brother's torment, burned a challenge. A challenge Thomas intended to accept, for both their sakes.
He shook the nerves playing at his heart as he broke his enthralling and haunting gaze from Roi, and searched along the Slytherin dining table until he found the familiar sight of William's head. It had almost slipped his mind entirely that William had been sorted into Slytherin the year before, and when he saw the ever stoic expression that rivaled even his own aimed back at him from across the room, Thomas couldn't help but feel empowered and motivated in his cause. Dusting his robes slightly as he arrived, he sat down across from him, offering the boy a smirk.
"Look's like we're in the same house after all." He said with a cocky grin; in a way, this upset worked more in his favor than he at first realized. He would have the next seven years to earn William's trust, or prove his worth in any case. Sure, Arthur had given express intructions to his son to avoid William Nott for the time-being, but Thomas was still head-strong, and they'd been sorted into the same house; interaction was inevitable at this point. As unnerving as their encounter on the train had been, Thomas still considered him a friend, and still hadn't given up on him. ~-~* -----* -----*~- ~ ~-~-~-~-~
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 6:18 am
Slip out the back before they know you were there
and at the worst you'll see nobody cares, you don't want to be around when it all goes down... William Dante Nott the Third Second Year, Slytherin 
A curiosity sparked flames of callow merriment within the visage of golden wonder, although to truly say that William Dante Nott the Third had been overjoyed to watch the newest bundle of first years would assume far to entirely that he was akin to such emotions. No, the reason for such lighthearted rounded features was due in part of the possibilities that would arise from the sheer fact of observing the students one-by-one as they sat beneath the decrepit hat of astounding wonder and wisdom. Most were frightful little critters humbling in the warmth of others like them, and then of course, there was the select and proud few who knew where they stood amongst the rest.
He had been, to say the least, more than arrogant at the thought that not only his childhood friend had been sorted into Slytherin, but also that companion he had on the train for all of but fifteen minutes. Trinity, he recounted, Trinity Wood. She had been the surest of them all, he realized, and should the blue-eyed silent girl catch his eye, he would insist to wave her over to where he sat, extending his previous offer even more so.
Truth be told, Tay had only one thing on his mind, and that was the feast. It seemed little if any could cause a bubble of joy in him, and while even the feast itself would not prosper any mirthful premise, he would have to force himself to convey as much. Force a smile, force a laugh, if all but for the sake of his father's sanity. He was to be like everyone else, just like everyone else.
Suddenly, a shroud of familiarity blinked clarity back into the haze had he dropped in, and Tay was soon returning a brilliant smirk of his own at the sight of Thomas, whom, didn't at all seemed phased by Roi's forward intention. Which was good, he reasoned, perhaps there was more to Thomas than Tay had ever realized. "Well, would you look at that, never woulda picked you for the cunning sort, Thomas, always too quiet, I thought,
"Your da' would be proud," he remarked with more enthusiasm than had shined within his gaze (which, in truth, was none at all.) "Least now I can show you the ropes without qualms, aye?"
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Location:Slytherin Table with Thomas
Injuries:
Desires:The Feast
╚══════════════╝ ..even heroes know when to be scared.
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 6:36 am
So you wanna call me the devils' advocate
But you don't even know the half of it
I was raised to believe in miracles
My life is so cold  ╔════▄▀▄▀▄▄▀▄▀▄════════════════════════╗
If truth be told, Belle hadn't ever doubted which house she would belong to, her mother had told her marvelous stories about the Slytherin house, all of which were rather biased when truth had been shed from the chattering lips of other childhood friends with parents derived of every other house. She hadn't truly wasted away any efforts on the thought, due in part, because, she knew herself, and she knew what she wanted. She wanted to be the best. And as the Sorting Hat had cried 'Slytherin' before ever resting against the gentle rays of silver spun tresses, Belle immediately hopped down to the ground with a deliberate grin extended on her features.
The clasping hands of a table with colors of green, which, to her, appeared to be no more than varying shades of gray and black and white, had swelled more pride in her entity than her family had ever been able to do before. Her house was proud, she realized, so many members had been sorted into Slytherin and she had been one of them. As she joined the ranks of students, she had received more praise than she could return her thanks too, but her smile hadn't faultered at all. She took to a seat only several heads away from William Nott, a friend of the family. She bestowed a generous wave and he only acknowledged her with a smile and nod, her attention then swiftly veered to find Hildy left in the clutter of first years.
Belle's breath remained trapped in her core, locked away behind bars of bone and a shield of flesh, and she hadn't yet realized it, but her fingers had been crossed as she secretly wished that Hildegard would soon join her with a sea of green and silver, or if at the very least, not Gryffindor. Even if Hildy had been called down to the river of crimson and clovers, Belle would still be her friend, despite all of her father's wishes. Lips pursed to a close as she finally heard the name of her friend had been called forth, and within several deliberate moments, the familiar ring of 'Slytherin' shot through the great hall and Belle instantly rose to her feet with hands desperately trying to outclap every other body there. Of course, even on her feet, she only reached to be the same height as several seated upperclassman, but she had hoped that her overjoy would be enough for Hildy to catch her eye and then find her along the table.
Location: Slytherin Table Desires: Hildy Troubles: Classes ╚════════════════════════▄▀▄▀▄▄▀▄▀▄════╝ Does what I'm wearing seem to shock you? Well, that's okay 'Cause what I'm thinking about you is not okay I've got it on my mind to change my ways But I don't think I can be anything other than me
No, I don't think I can be anything other than me
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 7:47 am
Hildy Balford-NettlepotHogwarts Student: First Year, Slytherin | Thoughts: …WHAT??… | Rolf  For a moment Hildy didn’t move. It was like the Hat hadn’t spoken, because clearly it couldn’t be referring to her. A Slytherin? The hat was removed and she stood up with a angry flash of her eyes back at the tattered hat. Did it wink at me?
Stalking off to the Slytherin table her mind boiled. What was the meaning of this? She thought that her da had said that the hat listens to what you want. Had he just been lying to try to ease her mind? She had asked for Gryffindor and was denied. Her grandmother had been in Slytherin but the majority of the family was Ravenclaw; her grandfather, Uncle Gid, Chase, her late Aunt Cora. She didn’t know much about her father’s family but she got the impression that they were Gryffindor as well.
She instantly wanted a quill and ink to write her father straight away about this outrage. Of course, she hadn’t seen her father in over a month. She was too furious to think about those circumstances. Pushing the sadness aside she instant decided that no, her grandfather. She would write him to see what could be done. Surely this was a mistake.
Though as she approached the table she noticed that Belle was there as well. A thought which instantly relieved a modicum of her rage. And increased her confusion. Belle hadn’t seemed very ‘Slytherin’ to her on the train. But perhaps there was more to the house than she had previously thought. Or perhaps there was simply more to Belle than she knew.
Her new friend was on her feet clapping as Hildy joined the table. This alone drew a wide smile from the girl that rushed over. The hall was beautiful, the feast was sure to be amazing; she was starting a new phase of her life. The Sorting was a mystery, something that she was not done examining. But she decided then that she would not let it ruin her night. If her mother’s death had taught her anything in the past month, it was that you could let a bad event take over your life and ruin you forever, or you could push it into the category of things in the past that could not be changed and carry on.
Oh Merlin, I sound like my Grandmother thinking that way. But she could not deny the wisdom to that sort of thinking. Hurrying over to Belle, she eagerly reached out to squeeze the girl’s hand excitedly as she took her seat with a broad smile.
“I’m so glad that we ended up in the same house! How exciting!” she gushed as she looked up and down the table. She spotted William Nott, whom she had met a few times. She waved to him and her gaze continued but excitement started to cloud her vision as she turned back to Belle with a giggle. Well, maybe she didn’t belong in Slytherin, but she was determined to enjoy herself tonight.
Though she turned and looked over at the Ravenclaw table and suddenly caught sight of Chase. He looked furious, glaring angrily at her. Guilt flooded her. She had known that she didn’t belong in Slytherin, she hadn’t wanted this. And now here she was showing joy about it. Was he judging her for that? Would he tell the family? She had just lost her mother and nearly her father and found the Balfords, would they disown her because of this?
But suddenly Chase’s angry face broke with a mirthful laugh, throwing back his head as her frightened expression had amused him. Chuckling and smiling, he waved to her and Belle. Hildy chuckled and shook her head. She was going to murder him for scaring her. The rush of mixed and confused emotions was making her head hurt and Hildy was simply looking forward to eating a good meal and getting some sleep. Perhaps all of this would make some sense in the morning light.
But as she smiled back at her blonde friend, and turned to watch the rest of the Sorting, a single thought plagued her mind. I’m not a Slytherin. I’m not…..Am I?
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 12:23 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 2:31 pm
{"It's only fear..."}'-,,-' { Thomas Doyle Findeler }'-,,-' {"...It's only my destiny!"}[ First-year ; Slytherin ] He was now in the vipers pit to be sure; he could feel the icy glances all around him. Cocky third and fourth years, peering at him skeptically passing jeers and sneers to their friends as the sorting continued. Indifferent sixth's and seventh's, eager to the get the night underway and get to better things, sat casually with melancholy stance as they waited patiently for yet another year of first years to get out of the way. In truth, Thomas' heart hadn't stopped racing; he was reeling on adrenaline, and loving it. He couldn't wait until he'd earned that smug self-satisfaction the older students presented.
"I wouldn't have either..." He admited; though he was beginning to see it more and more. "...but I guess what that dusty old hat says, goes. No use worrying about it now."
He took a moment to relish in the affirmation of his father's approval. He couldn't wait, though it occured to him, he'd need instructions to the owlrey; after all, his father owned an owl, but Thomas did not. He'd need to go through official channels for his mail; William's offer to show Thomas the ins and outs of a slytherin student had not fallen on deaf ears. He'd need his help for a letter anyhow. He nodded cordially towards William, confirming Thomas had accepted the gracious offer, before looking back up at the lecturn as sorting finished and the headmaster once again began making announcements and introductions. ~-~* -----* -----*~- ~~-~-~-~-~
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 4:38 pm
So you wanna call me the devils' advocate
But you don't even know the half of it
I was raised to believe in miracles
My life is so cold ╔════▄▀▄▀▄▄▀▄▀▄════════════════════════╗
Belle had been quite oblivious during the spiking wonder of Hildy's placement in Slytherin, she had been bouncing in the air quite too ecstatically to witness any more detail than a child in robes who had then just shifted to the stark colors of emerald and silver. Thoughts of her own father filled her mind and perhaps, finally, he might be pleased with her, however, it was only a distant hope reaching for the stars. Life at home had been trying on her soul, and despite all of the flaunting her family had done, the Rich family vault had been steadily declining since her grandfather had taken siege. Her own father was left to try and recover what pieces were left, arrange what dealings he could, but generally, an honest living wasn’t cutting it. Belle had never known more than the vague expression to never enter her father’s study when the door was closed; his business had taken a tremendous amount of his time, and so, the door was almost always closed. He even slept there at nights when she would creep about the house as nimble and wild as a freelance cat in hopes of midnight snacks or cookie raids.
When Hildy had finally come to reach Belle, a generous smile of warmth flooded past her lips even as she spoke. ”I know, this is brilliant!” Her British tongue danced happily in her voice. ”Oh, and I can’t wait to start classe- oh- I hope Lady’s okay…” Belle trailed off gentle as a placid brook, soft and swift. Images of her feisty feline tattering an imagined bedroom she had yet to see had drifted to her thoughts, but she shook them away at once. ”Our cats should be fine, I hope.”
Location: Slytherin Table with HildyDesires: Lady, Troubles: my insane cat ╚════════════════════════▄▀▄▀▄▄▀▄▀▄════╝ Does what I'm wearing seem to shock you? Well, that's okay 'Cause what I'm thinking about you is not okay I've got it on my mind to change my ways But I don't think I can be anything other than me
No, I don't think I can be anything other than me
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 5:03 pm
 Trinity WoodTrinity smirked as she sat at the table. She couldn't even imagine all the plotting she could do with these people. There was always something happening in the Slytherin house, always. This was the place to be, and here she was.
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