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 Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2012 5:18 pm
 ☠ Amanda Davis ☠
Second Year: Slytherin ChaserAmanda thought about the two classes, Cursebreaking and Alchemy. "I'll probably take those, then," she said, taking Belle's descriptions of the classes into account for choosing her courses. When the fourth year mentioned she couldn't find the Alchemy professor at the staff table, Amanda turned her head to look at which professors showed up already. You Touch Me..I break you.wearing
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2012 6:11 pm
Jasmine Acacia Fourth Year Beater ║▌│█│║▌║││█ ▌█ ▌█ ▌ ║▌│█│║
Jasmine tried to ignore the ghost. It couldn't be her sister, could it? Turnin her attention to the conversation going on around her. "Um, well to be honest, I haven't had much time to think about which is my favorite, though I suppose any class will be fine." Jasmine did have a favorite class, but she was afraid of the reasoning for it, especially if nobody shared her theory. 'Come on Eri, please be you. Tell me something,' she thought to herself.
║▌│█│║▌║││█ ▌█ ▌█ ▌ ║▌│█│║ "Grief is not as heavy as guilt, but it takes more away from you."
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2012 6:16 pm
The hours pass The clock still runs And yet here I am. Erianthe Acacia Eternal Third Year☂Ravenclaw☂Ghost
Erianthe smiled gently as her sister called her name. It was such a wonderful feeling to see someone she loved. "Jasmine," she whispered in a nearly inaudible voice. She hadn't used her voice in so long, it came as a shock to the ghost.
Only the good die young...
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Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2012 12:28 pm
Jessica Sassareth
Slytherin Prefect, Fifth Year  Erianthe did affect Jess a bit. With the poison still flowing in her veins, the young Slytherin had one foot in the grave already... She did recognize the dead Ravenclaw and pondered whether this will be her fate as well. Brushing that thought aside, the ailing redhead turned toward the ghost as asked, "Erianthe, is there anything we can do for you?"
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Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2012 4:47 pm
The hours pass The clock still runs And yet here I am. Erianthe Acacia Eternal Third Year☂Ravenclaw☂Ghost
The ghost was shocked when a fifth year started talking to her. She couldn't recall meeting the girl, but she supposed after last year's tragedy, everyone knew her. After all, how often did a murder occur at Hogwarts? Not to mention that the fact she was a triplet made her a bit more recognizable. Obviously she wasn't Jasmine. Jasmine could age, Jasmine wasn't a ghost. "Just the company's fine. I really wanted to see my sister. I've been so lonely," she sighed, wondering how the feast would taste this year.
Only the good die young...
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2012 9:32 pm
With a thousand lies
And a good disguise
Hit ‘em right between the eyes MICHELLE CATLIN
|||Unsorted|||Pureblood|||First Year|||   Michelle walked over to the Slytherin table uncertainly. She doubted she'd make friends in Slytherin, although being in the house snakes only meant it'd be easier for her to enact her plan with Damien. She was positive he'd be placed there too. She nodded her head. She of course could make any situation work for her, it was one of the reasons she knew she'd end up here. Chewing her lip, Michelle took an empty seat at the table and looked up and down the row, at the other students that were now her housemates.  OOC:... Feeling: Thoughtful
Where I am: House Tables
What I'm doing: Sitting
Who I'm with: The Slytherins
Love interest: No OneWhen you walk away
Nothing more to say
See the lightning in your eyes
See ‘em running for their lives
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Essy ze Ninja Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2012 5:30 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  Fourth Year, Slytherin Seeker
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She chewed on her trembling lip, her vision of pale misted green glazed over the students, before befalling Erianthe with a disheartened frown. Truly, Belle had never learned how to comfort others—despite all that she had been through—she always managed a smile, even if it hurt. But Jasmine and Erianthe were more than simply sisters, they were twins.
Honestly, she didn’t know what she’d do if she had fallen to that same predicament.
Tucking silver wisps of blonde hair behind her ear, she studied Erianthe quietly, occasionally, veering her head to glance at Jessica that had first made the connection. All of Hogwarts had heard the stories, the rumors, but now there was a chance to understand what truly happened… If it truly was Zane, or if he was framed…
He had, she reflected, involved himself with Tay’s notorious group, and as she swirled her gaze upon his heavy frame… She couldn’t help but wonder if, somehow, he had had something to do with it….
Still biting her lip, she turned to the enchanted hat on stage as he bellowed out the name of the serpentine house. Scanning the crowd, she noted the young girl with platinum blonde hair sweeping up the table and adjoining herself with the rest of the house. ” My name is Annabelle Rich, though I prefer Belle…” Belle had greeted the first year with an earnest smile. ”Welcome to Slytherin House,
Location: Slytherin Table with Amanda, Jasmine, Erianthe, Jessica, Michelle Desires: Perfection Troubles: Patience ╚════════════════════════▄▀▄▀▄▄▀▄▀▄════╝
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2012 9:12 am
With a thousand lies
And a good disguise
Hit ‘em right between the eyes MICHELLE CATLIN
|||Unsorted|||Pureblood|||First Year||| Michelle rested her chin in her hand, thinking about Ada. She was glad her friend had gotten the house she needed, she was just a bit upset she couldn't be there to make sure the other girl was treated right and she wouldn't be there to protect her all the time. She chewed her lip and looked up in surprise when the other Slytherin spoke to her. She paused in her thoughts and gave the girl a half smile. "Hello. My name's Michelle... Michelle Catlin." She finished her thought with the last name she had taken to be hers even if it technically wasn't. "It's nice to be here." She said when the girl welcomed her to the house. "My father and all of his family were Slytherins, and all of my mothers family were too.... although she was a Ravenclaw." Michelle ran her fingers through her bangs subconsciously and let her grey eyes drift along the table. OOC:... Feeling: Thoughtful
Where I am: House Tables
What I'm doing: Sitting
Who I'm with: The Slytherins
Love interest: No OneWhen you walk away
Nothing more to say
See the lightning in your eyes
See ‘em running for their lives
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Essy ze Ninja Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2012 9:30 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 Fourth Year, Slytherin Seeker
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The surprise, it had fluttered upon the young first years features like a wisp of lightening, and Belle could only offer an indulging smile of reassurance. Most students, she realized, were rather disappointed to be joined among the ranks of the vipers. In all certainty, she knew she was. Of course, her family had hailed from the long line, and, there really wasn’t much she could do about it—it was in her blood. Still, she tried, and the hat had denied her simply.
”Oh?” She smiled encouragingly at the notion of her own long line of serpentine ancestors. Still, she couldn’t help but curl her head to the left and raise a brow, truly wondering, if Michelle was actually happy to be here. ”Well—it looks like you were just destined to be here, then, hmm?” She giggled, depicting her picture perfect mask of cozened smiles and feigned innocence, hard as iron, soft as porcelain. ”Do you have any interest in joining quidditch?”
“I’m the Slytherin seeker, but we hold try outs every year, and no one’s ever guaranteed a spot. First years can try out too, sometimes, if we don’t have any upperclassmen willing to fill in. So you should think about it…
“I’m also going to start hosting a dueling club,” Belle smirked, shamelessly instilling her views upon the first years to gather as many members as she could. ”All years and houses will be welcome to join, of course.”
Location: Slytherin Table with Michelle, Amanda,, Jasmine, Erianthe, Jessica Desires: Perfection Troubles: Patience ╚════════════════════════▄▀▄▀▄▄▀▄▀▄════╝
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2012 9:44 am
With a thousand lies
And a good disguise
Hit ‘em right between the eyes MICHELLE CATLIN
|||Unsorted|||Pureblood|||First Year||| Michelle put on her best smile as the girl spoke. She nodded her head about her being destined to be there. "Yeah pretty much." She ran her fingers through her hair once again and shrugged. "I've flown once before in my life and it was horrid. I'm not a good flyer at all." She shrugged and rested her chin in her hand once again. She knew that being in this house meant everyone could probably see right through her facade, but she'd keep it up either way. "Dueling sounds fun though. Wand work has always interested me more than anything." Michelle still had a charming smile plastered to her face, but her grey eyes stayed stormy as ever.OOC:... Feeling: Thoughtful
Where I am: House Tables
What I'm doing: Sitting
Who I'm with: The Slytherins
Love interest: No OneWhen you walk away
Nothing more to say
See the lightning in your eyes
See ‘em running for their lives
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Essy ze Ninja Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2012 10:04 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 Fifth Year, Slytherin Prefect
Like burning ice, and tempered steel, the wrath of gold eyes viciously undertook the world beneath his scaly belly. Serpentine silence had held him there, nearly cradled beneath the caress of shadows, all but nearly forgotten. His prefects badge shone brilliantly, a malicious glint gyrated the attention of those all around him. Thick, calloused fingers wove diligent amidst his freshly shaven hair of auburn, striking maturity with a slash of pride. As his vision swept the profile of the freshly sorted first year, Tay swiveled in his seat to face Annabelle and Michelle with a coy and demeaning smile. ”Don’t overload her, Belles, she just got here.” His lips twisted into a dark smirk, knowing far more than he should.
”Nice to meet you,” he nodded curtly, only enough to excuse the fact that he had just slithered into the conversation without scarce a second thought. ”William Dante Nott the Third, but, it’s much simpler to just call me Tay.” He affirmed with a nod, head held proud and regal, and, as the heir to the Nott Estate and Vaults—well—he must be.
”I was not,” Belle had argued, her brows scrunching up together with annoyance, though, she withheld every poisonous bite and simply smiled. ”Dueling has always been a favorite for me, I’ll look forward to seeing you there, if you decide to check it out.”
”Anyway, I'm prefect this year, so if you need anything, you can always come find me."
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Location: Slytherin Table
Mood: Callous
╚══════════════╝ ..even heroes know when to be scared.
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2012 10:20 am
With a thousand lies
And a good disguise
Hit ‘em right between the eyes MICHELLE CATLIN
|||Unsorted|||Pureblood|||First Year||| Michelle eyed the boy, her gaze drifting over him as she sized him up. Her lips curled into a charming smile. "How do you get Tay from William Dante Nott the Third?" She asked him. When Bell spoke of Dueling club she nodded. "I think I might check it out." She said, before returning her attention to Tay. He was a curiosity to her, and as it went she wanted to know more. She could tell he wasn't the charming boy he made himself out to be, and that made her curious to know who he really was underneath. Her greys were as always calculating and evaluating the situation around her, even with the sweet smile she had woven onto her lips.OOC:... Feeling: Thoughtful
Where I am: House Tables
What I'm doing: Sitting
Who I'm with: The Slytherins
Love interest: No OneWhen you walk away
Nothing more to say
See the lightning in your eyes
See ‘em running for their lives
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Essy ze Ninja Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2012 10:34 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 Fifth Year, Slytherin Prefect
”Simple,” he began, his lips carved in a smile of charming delight, biting back the whirl of darkness, the frenzy of shadows, and the lethal drip of poison vying for release. I tell them too, his mind whispered with a forked tongue. Hissing promises of death and decay in his ears, winding down his spine, so haunting and elegant to beseech. ”As I’m the third of name, my family calls me Trey—but if you shorten that, or Dante… you get Tay.” He shrugged simply, the depths of eyes of metallic wrought gold delved deep within Michelle’s core.
She was the first to ever wonder, or rather; ever care, of his nickname. Others simply went along blindly, and others still, ignored him gravely. Just as he could taste her curiosity on his tongue, he was sure, that she could feel his own curiosity prodding away at her armor. Like the devil in disguise, he swept in, pick apart weakness from defense. There was little to know, little less to learn, unless he provoked, or waited…
And waiting seemed so dreadfully boring.
”You're going to be a curious one, aren’t you?” The toxic drawl of his British voice rolled, smooth as sweet maple honey. ”…Might have to keep an eye on you.” A twist of his lips rose into a teasing smirk, amusement woven on his golden lit features.
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Location: Slytherin Table
Mood: Callous
╚══════════════╝ ..even heroes know when to be scared.
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2012 10:52 am
With a thousand lies
And a good disguise
Hit ‘em right between the eyes MICHELLE CATLIN
|||Unsorted|||Pureblood|||First Year||| Michelle listened to his explanation and nodded her head when he finished. She could sense his surprise at her asking coming off of him in waves. She couldn't help but guess she was the first one to ever ask. By his demeanor and his sharp eyes, she knew that he was one that intimidated others, but she wasn't one to be easily intimidated. She just grew more curious about him as she continued to study him.
Her smile shifted to a playful smirk when he said he'd have to keep an eye on her. Michelle titled her head innocently. "What?" She asked. "Do you think I'm going to get myself into trouble?" Her face remained innocently curious. I think I'll be the one keeping an eye on you. She thought to herself, as she smiled charmingly at Tay.OOC:... Feeling: Thoughtful
Where I am: House Tables
What I'm doing: Sitting
Who I'm with: The Slytherins
Love interest: No OneWhen you walk away
Nothing more to say
See the lightning in your eyes
See ‘em running for their lives
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Essy ze Ninja Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2012 11:07 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 Fifth Year, Slytherin Prefect
An animalistic grin spread like fire on his lips, carnal hunger yearning for a mouse to meander beneath his paws, and then trapped, beneath iron coated claws. His eyes narrowed, and a subconscious rush of chemicals spiraled within him, teeming at his nerves until his pupils dilated and widened, absorbing the sea of gold within the black. Eating away at what honor lay still. Amusement twinkled in his smile, and glinted against his teeth as he maintained a façade of icy indifference. ”Why—I never said such a thing—" he mused, humor trickling upon his voice as he eyed the girl up and down. Daring her, or warning her, that was for her to decide.
“Is that a guilty conscious I see?” Innocently, he mocked her, trying to slither beneath her flesh to find what makes her tick. Still, that broad grin retained innocence, though twisted and mutilated. His broad shoulders and thick torso flexed, tension ripping at his sanity.
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Location: Slytherin Table
Mood: Amused
╚══════════════╝ ..even heroes know when to be scared.
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