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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2012 1:08 pm
Ronyo Storm - Slytherin Fifth Year Great Hall/ Slytherin Table As the shadowy antagonist fell apart into small balls of fluff Ronyo did chuckle a bit more at the sight of such a menacing creature be reduced to something cute and cuddly. Watching it scurry away finally and leaving the rest of the students alone had Ronyo issuing a sigh of relief but only for a moment. While the current problem had been taken care of with only a few mental injuries to some students the Boggart still got away. It was yet one more issue to contend with this year to compound the trouble that would likely come about. A Boggart loose in the halls of Hogwarts was no simple random problem either. The creature was formed from fear and darkness itself, the only thing darker than them was the dementors. Having such a thing freely roaming the corridors of Hogwarts was not something he could sit by and do nothing about. That being said he was not sure where he could place the thing on his priority list, with Phi still not being seen, and now something apparently wrong with Colton Ronyo hoped he would not be the only person to look to deal with the Boggart issue. Hopefully Professor Althis would be looking to contain the creature as well, and with luck would be able to help prepare all the students should they face the thing again. So the Boggart would fall shorter on his to-do list but it would still be there. First thing that seemed easy enough to find some small amount of info on was Colton. Ronyo looked over to the Raveclaw table to try and eye the blonde hair of the younger sister of the possibly troubled lion. However blonde was not the hair color that stood out as he finally spotted the red fiery locks of his other troubled friend. Seeing this to be one of his only chances to speak with the younger Raines member Ronyo moved towards the table to hopefully spot the girl, but he could also say hello to Phi and see how she was doing.
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2012 1:19 pm
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I thought I cared for what you had to say, but then you spoke and my attention somehow blew away...
"Mothers always seem to know everything." Lavender-Rose scoffed. She didn't mean to sound rude, but she was kinda mad. Her mother told her that with her brains she probably end up in Ravenclaw like her. Now she was in Slytherin with people she assumed were cruel and vicious. Determined to do anything they had to succeed. This girl, Nova, though seemed genuine. Lavender-Rose relaxed a bit and decided to give at least, this Slytherin a chance. "Potions, do seem interesting. I, myself am looking forward to Transfiguration. To be able to turn into another object is intriguing."
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2012 1:41 pm
Nova brightened at the thought of a fellow studious mind and possiable friend, she had also notice the topic of mother's bothered Lavender so she chose to talk of something else for now maybe Lavender would trust her enough to explain it later "Transfiguration also intrest me as well my father even taught me a few spells that the teach the first years a durmstrang." Nova paused she hoped her next question didn't come across as too stuck up and then asked. "Maybe I could show you one or two of them If you want?"
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2012 3:39 pm
Relationship Status: Single // Age:12 // Injuries/Illnesses: None // Orphan A boggart... He didn't like the sound of that... Idly, Leo wondered what it would turn into if it came across him. Zeus Reedling? No, he wasn't afraid of Zeus. Rather, Zeus was afraid of him. Perhaps a daek alley. He hated alleys, ever since he'd been jumped in one when he was eleven. No, there's got to be something more... Fire! If he ever lost Fire, he didn't know what he'd do. But then a glance to the side told him he was wrong once again. Not only Fire's death was his worst fear, but Amanda's. If he lost Amanda, he'd lose his only human friend. Fire was still a huge part in his life, but the past year, another female had impacted him, a beautiful, blonde girl with stunning brown eyes who so readily spoke to him. Yes, if a boggart approached him, it would surely somehow depict Amanda's death. At this thought, Leo shuddered. He resolved not to think about it anymore.
Tuning back into the real world, he heard Eretria talking about how those who the boggart targeted had their fears on display to the entire school. Leo's eyes widened. As a Slytherin and a boy from the streets, he knew full well the cost of letting others know your weaknesses. Now those who had been paying attention knew Amanda's and Eretria's weaknesses. But Amanda's confused him. It had turned into a middle-aged man, one Leo didn't recognize. "Amanda, who was that man the boggart turned into for you?" What had that man done to her that would make him her worst fear? ((OOC: ))
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2012 5:43 pm
☠ Amanda Davis ☠ Second Year: Slytherin ChaserAmanda narrowed her eyes at the table. She debated whether to fess up to Leonidas about who it was. "I'll tell you later," she said, still focused on the sight of her father that was imprinted in her mind. It wasn't that the girl was scared of her father, but more of her father finding her. When the boggart transformed into the middle-aged man, it seemed as if she was that easy to find. Really, she was going to tell Leonidas who it was later, just not in front of everyone. The less amount of people that knew, the better it'd be. You Touch Me..I break you.wearing
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2012 7:33 pm
╔═══════════════════════════════════════════╗ ╰☆╮ Ⓛą v ε и Ð ε я - Ɍ σ Ș є xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxⒹυ β σ ι Ș ╰☆╮ xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
I thought I cared for what you had to say, but then you spoke and my attention somehow blew away...
"Lavender-Rose perked up. "That would be great!" She was getting excited. Her mind craved intellectual stimulation, even when she was doing her mischievous pranks, they always had a certain brainy feel to them."I don't know any transfiguration spells, but a few others were fairly easy to learn." Since she was pure-blood and had her whole life to study magic and spells before she knew quite a few. No dangerous ones, but useful all the same.A thought then crossed Lavender-Rose's mind."Um..How do you feel about muggles?"
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2012 11:09 pm
☽═━┈━┈━═☾ Anyanka Swan Headmistress ☽═━┈━┈━═☾ Anyanka Swan, the Headmistress here at Hogwarts, nodded to Professor Evernight as she finished the Sorting and then rose from her seat. She moved to the podium and the owl spread its wings, ushering the room into silence. She smiled at all of the faces focusing on her. "Hello everyone. For those of you who were newly Sorted, I am Headmistress Swan. And to those of you who already know me, I say welcome back. This year will prove to be an exciting one. I expect all of you to compete for the House Cup and earn your House honor. I would like to remind all students that the Forbidden Forest is off limits to all students. And remember students what a wise man once said, he said, 'help will always be given at Hogwarts to those who need it.' Now, let us enjoy our Welcoming Feast!" With that, she clapped her hands and the food appeared on the tables. ⇨{Out of Character}⇦
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2012 11:53 am
Relationship Status: Single // Age:12 // Injuries/Illnesses: None // Orphan Leo nodded thoughtfully in response ot Amanda's answer. She'd tell him later. He knew she would. She wouldn't lie to him. Too bad, though. He was really curious. Oh well... All of a sudden, the Headmistress began to speak, and everyone clapped, and the most important of all, food appeared! Away from Hogwarts, Leo had once again spent his time on the streets, and had had very little to eat. So he scarfed down every last crumb, until he felt like if he ate another bite he would literally explode. Oh, how he missed food! ((OOC: ))
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2012 11:59 am
Jessica Sassareth
Slytherin Prefect, Fifth Year Jess breathed a sigh of relief, when all of the ruckus was done, and the Headmistress gave her speech. When everyone ate, the ailing pale redhead dined on roast beef, roasted potatoes and vegetables, Yorkshire pudding, and several slices of red leicester cheese with Darjeeling tea. As Jess completed her meal, she listened to the conversations of the others -- not so much the content of the conversation but different voices harmonies noting the qualities. As Jess finished the plates disappeared and noted that the her fellow Slytherins were finishing up. The new prefect stood, speaking clearly, "Alright First Years. If you will follow me, I shall guide you to the Slytherin Dormitory. No need for anyone getting lost on their first day, so form up!" Jess moved around with a slight smirk. (edit)
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2012 1:31 pm
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2012 1:56 pm
Marina Eugenie Aldred, Proud Halfblood, Slytherin First Year
Marina got up from the table, glad to have finally eaten. She rubbed her eyes tiredly. With a soft yawn she began to follow the prefect.
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2012 3:02 pm
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 Curiosity slithered within every crevice of darkness outlined by the shadows that harbored his secrets, the upperclassmen had tousled the silver fork within his fingers several times over, anxiously holding back all the words that pressed to his lips. Throughout the rowdy endeavor of the boggart, Tay, instead, had eaten. His gaze studied each and every individual seated around him, though most particularly, eyeing the keen fashion that Ronyo had leapt up upon the table to assess himself—the hero—how utterly pathetic. He averted his gaze, and more than once, it had fallen upon Michelle, and it was why he had instigated a response from her. You look like you’re up to something, he had wanted to divulge at once. But he twirled his fork instead, smirking, as if he held all right cards.
”Oh—I’ve just never been one to pretend to know what a lady is thinking.” He had answered simply, not really answering at all, but with a devious wink of his eye, he pushed his plate back and removed his napkin from his lap, rising to meet Jessica Sasserath at his full height nearly an inch or so past the six foot. ”First years, keep close. I'm William Nott the Third, and this is Jessica Sasserath, we're your prefects this year... and the rest of you lot, follow us or get locked out.”
[[[Follow to Slytherin Corridor in the dungeons]]] ╔══════════════╗ Location: Leaving the Slytherin Table with the Slytherins Mood: Callous ╚══════════════╝ ..even heroes know when to be scared.
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Essy ze Ninja Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2012 8:10 pm
Damien EdgeworthSlytherin // First Year // Slytherin Table // WearingCURRENTLY WITH // SlytherinsCURRENTLY FEELING // Tired and annoyedCURRENTLY THINKING // 'Of course that creep would be a prefect...'═════════════════════════════════ Damien scowled a little when Miss DeWitt didn't respond or take his hand to shake it. He supposed she might have been distracted from him by the Headmistress' announcement, but still, it had been rather rude of her. He was starting to wonder if perhaps his parents were the only ones who knew how to raise a child with proper manners in these days. When their prefects announced that they would be leaving for the dorms, he scowled. Their male prefect was the boy who'd been talking to Michelle, the one who had been eyeing her so strangely. Damien didn't like this at all. Why did that creep have to be a prefect? He sighed, finishing his dinner and following the couple to their dorms.
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2012 9:11 pm
☠ Amanda Davis ☠ Second Year: Slytherin ChaserWhen the food appeared on the table, Amanda picked what she wanted to eat and filled her plate with a variety of different food. Hogwarts' feasts never had gross, cheap food. Students, or even professors, who weren't used to eating like royalty usually took some time to get used to it, but after a while, each meal was expected to be made deliciously. After most of the students finished eating, Jessica called for the first years to follow her. "We can go up later, right?" she asked Leonidas and Eretria. You Touch Me..I break you.wearing
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Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2012 12:12 pm
With a thousand lies And a good disguise Hit ‘em right between the eyes MICHELLE CATLIN
|||Slytherin|||Pureblood|||First Year||| Michelle smiled at Tay with ease and gave no reply to his answer. She ate very little, having lost her appetite since the sorting. When Jessica called for them to follow her and Tay she stood and did exactly that. As they left the great hall, she just hoped that Ada would be alright without her, and that the other first year wouldn't try and replace her. OOC:...
*Exit to Slytherin Corridor* 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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