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 Posted: Thu Aug 09, 2012 5:41 pm
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Penny smirked as was her style when things went as planned. Heading to the the table she regained her composure and her face showed no set emotion. River squeaked at her letting her know she was awake and wanting another treat, this time poked her head out and eyed the table as Penny took a seat. Pulling out a pumpkin pasty, she broke off a small piece and gave it the the waiting rodent. Penny then took the time to look around at the other people of her house. Most of them seemed to belong just as she felt was her place. Being polite as she was raised to be, she introduced herself to the table personally. "Hello, I'm Penny DeWitt." Her tone showed no emotion just that of a small girl.
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Posted: Thu Aug 09, 2012 7:01 pm
 
Before Murk knew it, Ridikulus spells had been cast again but this time forced him to change his entire form.
In a split second, Murk exploded with a loud "POP!" The human-headed spider had disappeared. In it's place was a flurry of what seemed to be large pieces of living fuzz in many shades of pink and blue. Murk winced as each piece of him fell and hit the floor.
Such a drastic change had hurt Murk enough for him to think twice in what he was doing.
If I stay now, things will only go down hill from here. Murk thought.
I think it's time to cut my losses.
With that idea in mind, he began to gather himself up and dashed under the table. Quickly, Murk reformed himself to his usual state and made a beeline to the large door, carelessly stomping on shoes and pushing through robes.
Where am I? Slytherin TableWhat am I doing? Fleeing!Who am I looking at? Ronyo StormWhat is their fear? Friends Dying
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Posted: Thu Aug 09, 2012 9:38 pm
Damien EdgeworthSlytherin // First Year // Slytherin Table // WearingCURRENTLY WITH // Michelle and other SlytherinsCURRENTLY FEELING // CalmCURRENTLY THINKING // 'I'll have to watch her... she is my cousin, after all.'═════════════════════════════════ 
Damien scowled a little when Michelle turned away from him to look back at the boy she'd already been talking to. The other young man was much older than Michelle, far too old to be looking at her with such interest. While is was perfectly understandable for her to be interested in him, he had no business carrying on a conversation with her, at least not one as intense as theirs. There was something going on here, something strange, and Damien didn't like it. While mere minutes ago, he'd been completely unaware of her identity, in his mind, she was his cousin, and he should be on the lookout for anything that might threaten her. He resolved to keep an eye on the older boy. There wouldn't be much he could do, of course, since he was only a first year, but still. Michelle might be too busy playing a game to notice that the older boy was winning.
When the newest addition to their table, Penny, introduced herself, he smiled and offered a hand. "Damien Warren Edgeworth," he replied coolly. "A pleasure to meet you." He had originally intended to keep mostly to himself, but his father had told him to establish connections early on. You could only be left alone when the people liked you enough to care about your privacy. Besides, knowing anyone at this table might come in handy when he was older and seeking a position in the Ministry or on the Board.
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Posted: Thu Aug 09, 2012 10:14 pm
 ☠ Amanda Davis ☠
Second Year: Slytherin ChaserAmanda looked towards Eretria and the first year she was having a conversation with. Why is this boggart out in the open? she wondered, turning back to the creature. Suddenly, a popping noise echoed through the Great Hall and instead of a large monster, different shades of blue and pink fuzz laid in its spot. You Touch Me..I break you.wearing
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Posted: Thu Aug 09, 2012 10:46 pm
With a thousand lies
And a good disguise
Hit ‘em right between the eyes MICHELLE CATLIN
|||Slytherin|||Pureblood|||First Year|||   Michelle became easily bored with watching Tay, since there was no game to be had at the moment. With that she twisted her head to look at Damien. He was talking to another first year right now. She wrinkled her nose in distaste. Even if she hadn't met Ada and heard her story about him, she doubted she would have liked him. He just had that look to him, like he was some how higher than other people. She snorted and shook her head, rolling her eyes. All of course to herself, since he had his back to her.
A small smirk formed on her lips, curling them into a twisted grin, as she began to plan. She would wait until classes started and he saw her being friends with Ada. She figured he would say something, probably revealing to her that Ada was a half blood. When that happened her plan would go into action. She would start out small, just make him do simple things, like speak out of turn in class or do her homework. Her smirk grew as she thought about it. Emotions stirring her stony eyes, swirling as if a tempest had begun in the depths of grey. Things would change though, as her control over him grew. Of course that was if her plan worked. She wasn't exactly sure how to start it. She knew his father would be angry if her family broke ties with his; she just hoped that he had a fear of his father. OOC:... Feeling: Amused
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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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2012 5:32 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 professor, and Ronyo, had been lithe and agile in their attempt to quell the beast—her only instinct had been to guard the children—the poor first years need not witness such chaos. But as she stood, and studied the beast, her doubts had suddenly amplified. It panicked, and she could only suspect such… After all, no one had ever seen a boggarts true form before. In the shadows of Lukas Brighton, Belle caught a wisp sight of its fleeing form dashing under feet and through the shadowy recesses of robes.
Running her fingers through her hair, she couldn’t have helped but to feel sheepish. She was the first to rise, and by all accounts, it should have been hers to deal with. But times were different, far different than she had ever known. Biting her lip and slipping her hornbeam wand in her pocket, she returned back to her seats. ”Nice to meet you,” Belle had managed to greet the newest additions to the table, before her eyes had fallen upon a familiar face. ”Daisy! Congratulations on making it into Slytherin.” Belle smiled bright, an incandescent light even amidst the shroud of darkness in the pit of snakes.
Location: Great Hall with Slytherins Desires: Perfection Troubles: Patience ╚════════════════════════▄▀▄▀▄▄▀▄▀▄════╝
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Essy ze Ninja Vice Captain
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Essy ze Ninja Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2012 5:46 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
Raging against a storm of fire, he plummeted the static waves of fear, and anxiety, coursing between the rippling curl of hate and surprise, all in critical observation of the boggart and its vices. The famed trio he was sure would arrive did not, but the cavalry did not come without its disappointments. After all, what protection could his foes have, if the only one capable of such, was, in fact, too busy tied up saving the world. And then, a sickening realization of wonder had struck him like lightning, cast his mind with an electrical burn as he stowed away in his thoughts. The best methods of victory had always been ancient war customs, and, to know thy enemies like to know thyself is key. But what would happen if the fox had to make the ultimate decision and choose? Between the life of his friends, family, and love on one broken pillar, or the lives of many innocent women and children on the next.
Truly, it was an endeavor he simply must explore one day.
Deciding that the boggart ordeal was well taken care of, the prefect had not needed rise. In fact, while the rest of the world seemed caught up in the vortex of calamity—Tay was calmly sitting back watching it all unfold. Of course, every so often he felt the tangible pull of blonde, crystalline hair like falling snow facing him, with cold, gray, stony eyes roaring into a storm as great as heart’s own tempest. Setting his glittering gold eyes upon Michelle Catlin—no…Michelle McHalen, he would have to remember that— and yet, he could not even feign as to why. The curious exchange between her, and, what was it, Damien Edgeworth, he thought he heard, was a bit too cryptic for him to look over entirely. But for now, he would leave the skeletons at their rest. ”Are you alright?” His low British voice called out to Michelle gently, interrogating, as he cast a curious eye towards the dark haired youth by the name of Damien.
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Location: Slytherin Table
Mood: Callous
╚══════════════╝ ..even heroes know when to be scared.
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2012 10:05 am
Leonidas Henry ReedlingSecond Year Slytherin Stunned by the... the thing that had come into the Hall, Leo had simply sat there, watching everyone else deal with it. He had no idea what it was, and why it was changing shapes. It always seemed to change to be something that someone found frightening. "Amanda?" he asked, turning to the only person he trusted, "What in the name of all the Headmasters was that?"Age:12 | Relationship Status:Single | Injuries/Illnesses: None
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2012 10:36 am
With a thousand lies
And a good disguise
Hit ‘em right between the eyes MICHELLE CATLIN
|||Slytherin|||Pureblood|||First Year||| Michelle's smirk widened at the thought of all the things she could make the black haired boy do. She wondered how far he'd go before he decided he'd rather have his father's anger. She lazily twisted her head to face Tay when he spoke to her. "I'm perfect." She replied to his question with a smile. And that wasn't a lie. Her plans to ruin Damien made her quite happy. It would please Ada. At least she thought it would. The shy girl that she had come to call her friend hated Damien, so wouldn't hurting Damien make her happy. Michelle wrinkled her nose and then nodded her head, agreeing with herself. "Why do you ask?" She continued, watching the prefect.OOC:... Feeling: Amused
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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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2012 10:54 am
☠ Amanda Davis ☠
Second Year: Slytherin ChaserWhen the chaos finished and no one panicked anymore, Amanda took a seat once again. She stared at the spot the creature disappeared from a moment ago, trying to soak in everything that had just happened. Were all of our fears revealed to the whole school? she wondered, looking at the students the beast faced before transforming into something. While in deep thought, she heard a muffle voice call her name. Everything sounded muffled until the second year snapped back into reality. "That was a boggart. It turns into your worst fear," she explained, turning her head over to Leonidas, who sat next to her. You Touch Me..I break you.wearing
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2012 11:05 am
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Eretria Whitethorne
Second Year - Slytherin
± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± Eretria sat back into her seat, her hands now toying with her robes. "Meanwhile, the school got a chance to see information that can be used against us in the future." Her eyes narrowed at the thought. She knew that amanda was not very fond of her father, but the sight of the man the creature had turned into left Eretria angry. No one needed that information. "Honestly, I wish I could cast an Obliviate on the entire hall, just to remove all of what they saw." ----------------------------------
Location: Slytherin Table
State: Angry
OOC: ...
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2012 11:41 am
☠ Amanda Davis ☠
Second Year: Slytherin ChaserAmanda sat in complete silence for the moment Eretria spoke. Not only had the whole school witnessed how her father looked, but his image was pierce into the girl's mind. After not seeing her father for over a year and having his image slightly fade from her brain, watching the boggart transform into the man was worse than a nightmare. The boggart got every single detail down to the bone. The second year looked from table to table. Most of the students hadn't even been watching, and the ones that have already looked away. No, they still saw. Eretria's right, they could use this against us. You Touch Me..I break you.wearing
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2012 12:08 pm
Marina Eugenie Aldred, Proud Halfblood, First Year Slytherin  WearingMood: Tired Thoughts: Will I ever make friends in Slytherin? With: Slytherins Location: Slytherin Table Friends: Cloe and Eoin Marina watched the boggart flee, and sighing tiredly, sat back down at the table, resisting the urge to put her head in her arms. She was exhausted and starving, and began to eat with a strong sense of relief. However, her feeling of wariness persisted. She had no idea if she could trust anyone. She would never fit in. No one was going to be friends with the daughter of a muggleborn, a poor redhead from Dunstable. Not her, with her dramatics and passionate personality.
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2012 12:16 pm
Nova looked at the girl and noticed she looked a little sceptical "My mother says you can tell alot about a person in the way that they introduce themselves." Nova paused for a moment unsure on how to continue she could begin talking about blood purity and the gryffindor's, but she had a hunch that it would seem shallow and make the Lavender dislike slytherin even more. "so what class are you looking forward too the most, personally I can't wait for potions." .
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