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Posted: Fri Feb 28, 2014 11:40 pm
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Gypsy is...spacespacespacespace CURRENTLY // Looking Adorkable in the Standsspace CURRENTLY // singlespaces CURRENTLY WITH // Jerspacesp CURRENTLY FEELING // Excitedspacespa CURRENTLY THINKING // 'Oh, that bludger looks like it hurt...' spacespac ஒ ஒ ஒ Hello again, friend of a friend, I knew you when Our common goal was waiting for the world to end ஒ ஒ ஒ ═════════════════════════════════════════════════
spaceGypsy frowned at the interaction between the older girl and the two blondes. She knew Jer was adopted, of course, and that he had a sort of large adoptive family, although she had no idea exactly how large... but apparently he'd lost someone? She sat down next to him, staring at his defeated posture. This wasn't like Jer... but she guessed she'd never seen him when he'd been in this position. She laid her head on his arm and snaked her own around his waist, hugging him. "You know you can talk about it, if you need to, right?" She knew she'd been a bit snappy with him this year, getting annoyed over every little thing and such (although she had no idea why and was chalking it up to being a moody teenager), but he was still her best friend. She cared about him... and she didn't want him to be hurting. Ever. Over anything. And if something happened that he couldn't help but be hurt by, she wanted to at least be there for him until it got better.
═════════════════════════════════════════════════ ஒ ஒ ஒ Now that the truth is just a rule that you can bend You crack the whip, shape-shift and trick the past again. ஒ ஒ ஒ
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Posted: Sun Mar 16, 2014 2:28 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 16, 2014 3:36 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 23, 2014 9:17 am
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Posted: Tue Jun 03, 2014 8:12 pm
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If I told you what I was, Would you turn your back on me? And if I seem dangerous, Would you be scared?
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Ş̝̘͌̋̑ļ̝̲́̄͂ỳ͚͓͉̈́̍t̜͔̬̾͂̿ḣ̡̠͉͗͛e͎̥͙͆̒͠r̛̟͇͌͐͜ì̻̺̝̄̕n̢̻̋̓͝ͅ || S͖̳̭̑͗̕e͖͇̭̔̋͝v̢̠̲̓͐̆e͚̘̰̽̃̏n̯̖̪̓͑͗t̝͙̘̉͆̔h͚̫͖̒̀̕ ͇̟̺͐̂̑Ȳ̟̜̬̋͝e̯̖̰͐̀͒å̧͍̌͠ͅr̲̰̻̐̇̕ || D̘͚͙̈́̑̄a̡̫̐͊͋ͅr̨͍͉͊̈́̇k̯̹̙̊̐͆ ̼͖̩͌̊͠D̰̤̺͆͑͠ī̫̲̩̈̂s̝̮̩̐́͠ĉ̡̯̹̈́̾į̜̥̋̋̇p̞͖̘̿̔̒l͇̪̼̀̑͝è͔͖̻̈́̚
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Virgil sat in the stands, his red eyes observing the match below. He was honestly conflicted that Jaslyn had spotted the snitch, not because of the fact that he wanted the mutt to lose, but something else was causing it. And you know exactly what that is, don't you? You won't let me out fully, but I'm still here, and you can't deny you're enjoying her success. He shoved those thoughts down, annoyed that he hadn't found a way to shut it up yet. Damn Whitethorne. It had started showing up because of her. Her and her meddling around in his mind. His fists clenched, and he started tapping the side of his head, trying to force it back into place. You can't get rid of me that easily, I was here first. You're only here because of her. Virgil's teeth clenched. No, he was not going to submit to that thing's demands that he vacate his own mind. He was the dominant one, not it. It could rot in hell for all he cared. His mouth drew into a fine line, not liking the argument inside his own mind. It's not your mind!
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I get the feeling just because Everything I touch isn't dark enough That this problem lies in me
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Posted: Tue Jun 03, 2014 9:00 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 16, 2014 7:42 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 16, 2014 9:01 pm
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Dylan Burgamy / First year / 11 / Half-blood
xxxDylan slowly made his way up do the stands with a few other random first years from his house, scratching the back of his head. This was certainly an anticipated game. For the past week, it was all he had heard about. The sport itself did interest him, especially from all the talk about it from his mother. She had been a seeker on the Gryffindor team, and had always encouraged Dylan to at least try out. He didn't dare even attempt to his first year, because, well, it's his first year and decided to just spectate. This would be a great opportunity, seeing as how students and teachers would be showing off their skills in Quidditch. He found a seat beside a few other Ravenclaws and leaned forward a bit, eagerly anticipating the game to start. Everyone else shared his enthusiasm, if the yells were anything to judge.
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Posted: Thu Sep 03, 2015 2:18 pm
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Posted: Tue Nov 24, 2015 7:20 am
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✮ Sɛƈօռɖ Yɛǟʀ Gʀʏʄʄɨռɖօʀ Cɦǟsɛʀ ✮ Gid had spent quiet a long time that morning making his way to the stands. He hadn't been very good at Quidditch, but he was going to cheer for someone he knew would be awesome. It took him longer than all the other teens to make it to the seats, and when he got there, he sat in the front row, breathing heavily in the chill air. Whoo. That hadn't been easy. He sat until the game started and he saw Rhys fly off after the Snitch. Yep, Rhys would do great. Gid tucked his crutches under the seat, then looked at the railing. It was just close enough, and just short enough.... With a deep breath, the boy grabbed the railing and forced himself to a stand. This, he thought, was something amazing as well. He held onto the railing, just happy to be standing free, even if only for a little while.
Tʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇs ɪɴ ℓιƒє ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏᴛᴛᴀ cяαωℓ, Lᴏsᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɢʀɪᴘ, тяιρ αη∂ ƒαℓℓ Wʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ʟᴇᴀɴ ᴏɴ ɴᴏ-ᴏɴᴇ ᴇʟsᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ's ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ƒιη∂ уσυяѕєℓƒ I'ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴀɴᴅ I'ᴠᴇ ɴᴏᴛɪᴄᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ωαℓкιηg'ѕ єαѕу ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴀᴅ ɪs ғʟᴀᴛ Tʜᴇᴍ ᴅᴀɴɢᴇᴅ ᴏʟᴇ ʜɪɪʟs'ʟʟ ɢᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ єνєяу тιмє Yᴇᴀʜ, ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴏᴏᴅ Lᴏʀᴅ ɢᴀᴠᴇ ᴜs мσυηтαιηѕ sᴏ ᴡᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʟᴇᴀʀɴ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ cℓιмв
{OoC:}
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Tue Nov 24, 2015 12:59 pm
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I'm gonna be released from behind these lines... And I don't care whether I live or die. And I'm losing blood, I'm gonna leave my bones- And I don't want your heart; it leaves me cold. I don't want your future; I don't need your past! One bright moment is all I ask! I'm gonna leave my body; moving up to higher ground... I'm gonna lose my mind; history keeps pulling me down!
D I A N T H A S I Â N W A R L O W ravenclaw │ first year │ halfblood
Di finally had a team to cheer for this game, and while she wasn't waving a pennant or screaming her head off, she was decked out in blue and bronze and prepared to jump to her feet cheering profusely if need be. The Head Boy was up there cutting a path of destruction through Slytherin with bludgers, but their seeker was onto the snitch, from the looks of it. She kept a careful eye on the chasers- that was the position that typically interested her the most. If she- when she- tried out next year, she thought it'd be for that.
I don't need a husband, don't need no wife... And I don't need the day, I don't need the night! And I don't need the birds, let them fly away- And I don't want the clouds, they never seem to stay. I don't want no future; I don't need no past! One bright moment is all I ask! I'm gonna leave my body; moving up to higher ground... I'm gonna lose my mind; history keeps pulling me down!
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Posted: Tue Nov 24, 2015 1:20 pm
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Posted: Tue Nov 24, 2015 7:48 pm
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Posted: Tue Nov 24, 2015 8:44 pm
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c υ r r e n т l y ╔═══════════════════════════════╗ ✖ Sιηgℓє ✖ Looking Awesome at the Stands with Gid xxxғeelιngxxx Bemused xxxтнιnĸιngxxx ❝ You crazy arse little- ❞ ╚═══════════════════════════════╝
thєч'rє gσnnα c l є α n u p чσur lσσks wíth αll thє l í є s ín thє в σ σ k s ❊ ❊ ❊xxxxxxxxxxxx tσ mαkє α c í t í z є n σut σf ч σ u ❊ ❊ ❊xxxxxxxxx вєcαusє thєч s l є є p wíth α g u n αnd kєєp αn є ч є σn чσu, s σ n ❊ ❊ ❊xxxxxx sσ thєч c α n w α t c h αll thє t h í n g s чσu dσ ❊ ❊ ❊xxx ═════════════════════════════════════════════════╗
spaceJazzy made her way up into the stands, knowing she was a bit late for the party here, but not really caring overmuch. How much could she have possibly missed, anyway? She'd just ask someone to fill her in... First she needed to find someone to sit with, though. As if the universe had heard her thoughts (well... it probably had, it was the universe, after all), she spotted Gid almost as soon as she'd had it. The Gryffindor girl smiled widely, making her way over to her housemate. As she drew nearer, though, she realized that he... didn't have his crutches? She blinked, not sure she was actually seeing what she was. She approached him, torn between being sort of impressed that he was brave enough to stand without them and lean on the railing, and annoyed that he was taking a stupid risk. "Oi, Gid! What're you doing? Are you daft?" she asked him, though it was obvious from her expression that she wasn't really all that upset with him. He, he was a Gryffindor, after all. Stupid risk taking was kind of their thing. She was well aware that she tended to have more brain than a lot of her housemates. "Hope you've got a good grip, mate," she told him, taking a seat next to where he stood, a brow arched. "Anyway, how's the game going? Did I miss anything exciting?" She hoped she hadn't; it'd really suck if she'd not managed to see the first bit of the game because it'd started right as her study hour for Transfiguration ended, and had missed something awesome as a result. Curse her and her dedication to her schedule. But, it had to be done, after all. It kept her from having to feel guilty if she had fun and left her studies unfinished; homework hour was homework hour, the rest of her time was for her. It wasn't a perfect system, but she liked it better than not having any energy for anything fun because she'd spent it all on books and essays and spell practice.
╚═════════════════════════════════════════════════ xxx❊ ❊ ❊ thєч sαч thαt t є є n α g є r s scαrє thє l í v í n g s h í t σut σf mє xxxxxx❊ ❊ ❊ thєч cσuld c α r є l є s s αs lσng αs s σ m є σ n є ' l l в l є є d xxxxxxxxx❊ ❊ ❊ sσ d α r k є n чσur c l σ t h є s σr stríkє α v í σ l є n t p σ s є xxxxxxxxxxxx❊ ❊ ❊ mαчвє thєч'll l є α v є ч σ u α l σ n є , вut n σ t m є
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