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 Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2018 12:19 pm
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Once I get up I feel better and I pull myself together
I remember those two letters, it will be OK
Everyone says now or never, I say only if it's better
Be a night like this forever, but we know better
» Owl Eɴтнυѕιαѕт » Hᴜғғʟᴇᴘᴜғғ Fᴏᴜʀᴛʜ Yeαr » Cнαѕer
.¸¸.•´´¯`•Laili snorted then covered her mouth her a hand in embarrassment but still couldn't contain her giggles because Nath was not-so-secretly hilarious. There were a few diehards in theater that were always bummed when their"fantastic" plays were rejected but Nath had to be the only one she knew that consistently suggested the same one. Personally, she was going to be voting for Hercules but could admit that it would be pretty cool making all the cat outfits and backdrops needed for Cats. She finally relaxed her arm as he replied that he was mostly going to the bookstore to find help books on running such a club-smart-but her smile dimmed as he then said he didn't think he'd been a good choice for leader. Bollocks!
"Having no clue what you're doing doesn't mean your not a good leader! Plenty of people have no idea what to do and they're being leaders and whatnot. Look at my brother! He became creator and leader of a club at like, twelve! Zero idea how to run. I'm also pretty sure he still has no idea how to run it and yet it still hasn't run itself into the ground and it's marginally popular." Honestly she had no idea how popular it was seeing as she never went to a meeting, but some Hufflepuffs always had nice things to say about it, so there was that. "Literally, my entire family is filled with people who run businesses or help in businesses that they had no clue what they were doing when they first started. But they learned eventually and now I'm pretty sure they know what they're doing. Eighty percent sure at least." Laili amended with slight shrug.
In her opinion, most of Wyatt's job was paperwork so she had to assume he had some knowledge of what he was doing while Milo...Milo was really good with owls. And he married someone like papa who could help him with the business side and with his handwriting. She rolled her eyes at his theater for dummies quip but still grinned because that would certainly be an interesting read. "If you're really worried, you could get a co-captain like Rory and Candy did. Or maybe get one of the older students to be like your um, soundboard? I think that's the right term. Basically someone you could talk to and bounce ideas off of that wouldn't think you're going mad. I very willingly volunteer as long as one of your ideas is making me going on stage again." she added with a weak chuckle still not over being thrust in the non-limelight of the stage. She hadn't had to do much as a witch in Hamlet, she didn't even have more than an inch of lines luckily, but still. Being on stage in front of people was a no go. Funnily enough, she didn't mind being in front of hundreds more people in the air during Quidditch. Maybe it was because she actively moving and not trying to play some character. Or she was just barmy. She was sure most of her friends would go for the latter.
I'll be just fine
When I see you at the finish line
Doesn't matter if I take my time
I'm coming home
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2018 7:01 pm
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▬▬ It is better to be hated for what you are, ▬▬
Vespera walked out of the courtyard of the Leaky Cauldron. She had sat there waiting for a witch or wizard to go through, until finally, she slipped past them. She didn't dare tell her mother where she had gone, it was better that she ask for forgiveness later. She slid through the crowd before whispering to herself,"Why wouldn't mother want me to be apart of this world, it's marvelous." She continued walking through the streets, looking for somewhere interesting to go, or at least someone that was over twice her age to talk to. Although, she also kept looking down a lot, the cobbled streets were not in her favor with her clumsy self.
▬▬ than to be loved for what you are not. ▬▬
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Where: Diagon Alley
With Whom: Nobody yet
Thinking about: Not Falling
Description: Short 4' even, blond hair, green eyes and slight tan.
Wearing: green dress and thin silver cloak.
OOC: It's a post!
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Stefan Lee Salvatore Crew
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2018 7:33 pm
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2018 7:57 pm
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▬▬ It is better to be hated for what you are, ▬▬
Vespera continued walking down te streets, considering stopping into a shop, but which one? She looked up for a moment and saw a strange fellow, he was tall, but he looked childish still. She hated talking to people, but maybe it would be okay, just this once? She shrugged, and walked toward him and waved, "Excuse me, I was wondering where one should go for- " Vespera had stopped looking where she was walking, and tripped over a raised stone. She was going to fall into the stranger, this was not a great first impression.
▬▬ than to be loved for what you are not. ▬▬
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Where: Diagon Alley
With Whom: Vinny
Thinking about: Falling
Vespera Description: Short 4' even, blond hair, green eyes and slight tan.
Wearing: green dress and thin silver cloak.
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Stefan Lee Salvatore Crew
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2018 9:28 pm
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2018 10:29 pm
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Stefan Lee Salvatore Crew
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Posted: Wed May 30, 2018 1:59 pm
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▬▬ ▬▬
Vespera blushed, having fallen into the strangers chest. "I'm sorry! I didn't meanto fall I just... well sorry again. I was trying to find anything to do here, there's so much. I've not been here before, so it's a bit disorienting." Vespera kept looking down, not making eye contact with the stranger. That was when three girls came their way, and made a comment about the boy's tallness. Vespera was originally going to befriend the tall boy, but between the boy, and the three girls, Vespera wanted to better befriend the abrupt female, she didn't seem afraid of talking to strangers, which Vespera hated doing. Maybe I can befriend him if the others befriend him, or befriend him if I see him again in the future.
Vespera seemingly changed into a different personality.Looking up directly into the strangers eyes and speeking softly, but loud enough all four listeners to hear, she said, "You are quite tall, since she brought it up. Why?" She stopped her question short, she would ask simply this time, but slowly become more persistent and snoopy about it, until the boy answered her. She had to turn sides quickly, to not make it seem like she was being too friendly with the boy.
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Where: Diagon Alley
With Whom: Vinny and Connelly Family
Thinking about: Who to befriend
Vespera Description: Short 4' even, blond hair, green eyes and slight tan.
Wearing: green dress and thin silver cloak.
OOC: Have been wanting to post all day. but work.
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Posted: Wed May 30, 2018 3:01 pm
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Stefan Lee Salvatore Crew
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Posted: Thu May 31, 2018 3:20 pm
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▬▬"Just as there are two sides to every story, there are two sides to every person. " ▬▬
Vespera shrugged, who was she to think otherwise, maybe there was some sort of potion or spell the wizarding parents put on their children that would make them grow tall, and his parents just used the occurrence too often. She glanced at the other girls and then at the boy, she bit her lip in thought, trying to determine who she would befriend at the moment, the girls or the boy. She shrugged to herself, deciding to talk with the boy for now, but perhaps maybe all of them could be friends. "It was rather rude of me, to fall into you and not introduce myself, we're still complete strangers," Vespera spoke softly again. She curtsied and continued, "I'm Vespera Salazar,and you are?"
▬▬ "Within each of us is the capacity for both good and evil." ▬▬
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Where: Diagon Alley
With Whom: Vinny and Girls
Thinking about: Unknown
Vespera Description: Short 4' even, blond hair, green eyes and slight tan.
Wearing: green dress and thin silver cloak.
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Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2018 11:24 am
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Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2018 1:05 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2018 8:17 pm
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▬▬"Just as there are two sides to every story, there are two sides to every person. " ▬▬
Vespera nodded at each one as they said their names, trying to make a mental note to not forget the names within the next five minutes. She listened as the twins popped their way into the conversation again, liking their sense of bursting in more and more, if they would burst in, and she befriended them, she wouldn't have to be the one to start conversations, and that in itself was a miracle. When Vinny asked who the third girl was she studied her. She seemed shy, and probably too smart for her own good. May not necessarily a bad ting, but not someone Vespera would befriend right off, they would likely end up just sitting in silence too often. She waited for the girl to answer who she was, probably related to the two twin sisters.
▬▬ "Within each of us is the capacity for both good and evil." ▬▬
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Where: Diagon Alley
With Whom: Vinny and Girls
Thinking about: Who are these people.
Vespera Description: Short 4' even, blond hair, green eyes and slight tan.
Wearing: green dress and thin silver cloak.
OOC: /me dies
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Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2018 9:51 pm
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✖ ♥ ✖═════════════════════════════════════════════ αяє уσυ нιgн єиσυgн ωιтнσυт тнє мαяу נαиє ℓιкє мє؟
∂σ уσυ тєαя уσυяѕєℓf αραят тσ єитєятαιи ℓιкє мє؟
∂σ тнє ρєσρℓє ωнιѕρєя 'вσυт уσυ σи тнє тяαιи ℓιкє мє؟
αуιиg тнαт уσυ ѕнσυℓ∂и'т ωαѕтє уσυя ρяєтту fα¢є ℓιкє мє؟═════════════════════════════════════════════
spaceKitty's nose had wrinkled within five feet of the apothecary door, and she had immediately regretted her decision to join Leilani on her shopping trip. It'd seemed like a good idea at the time; she needed out of the house, according to... well, everyone. Ken was usually fairly indulgent, if only because she was a decent babysitter, but Sawyer was at the age where she didn't need constant supervision (supposedly, anyway, Kitty would argue that girl would probably need it until she was thirty). He was finally starting to grouch about her living on his couch and never 'getting out and doing anything.' She knew she ought to get a job, but she had no connections in England, and no qualifications. Her grades had been barely passable and she'd skipped college altogether. Not that she regretted that, mind. College sounded terrible and she'd never been particularly academic. But it did limit her options to 'retail' and 'being discovered as untapped talent'. And 'bum.' She was kinda cool with being a bum, but she did feel a little guilty about Ken footing the bill. She wasn't his problem. Even if her aunt had decided otherwise.
spaceStill, no amount of guilt in the world was going to make her step foot in that foul-smelling shop. She'd be spending a week trying to wash the smell out of her hair. She'd always sort of wondered why her aunt spent so much money on candles and incense; now she had her answer. Ugh. She'd informed the woman that she'd be staying outside, thanks very much, and had walked just far enough away to avoid the smell. Now, she was stuck outside in the freezing cold, which was only marginally better. She wasn't made for this weather, dammit. Couldn't Lei have made friends with a wizard with family in Spain or Greece? Italy? Egypt? Really anywhere but here was cool with her. But no, she'd picked the redneck with the most painfully British brother ever. How those two were even related was mind boggling, honestly.
═════════════════════════════════════════════ уσυ ¢αи'т ωαкє υρ, тнιѕ ιѕ иσт α ∂яєαм
уσυ'яє ραят σf α мα¢нιиє, уσυ αяє иσт α нυмαи вєιиg
ωιтн уσυя fα¢є αℓℓ мα∂є υρ, ℓινιиg σи α ѕ¢яєєи
ℓσω σи ѕєℓf-єѕтєєм, ѕσ уσυ яυи σи gαѕσℓιиє═════════════════════════════════════════════ wнere - Diagon Alley, near the Apothecary
wнen - Winter 2042
wιтн - who
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2018 7:28 pm
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In the end
As you fade into the night
Who will tell the story of your life
And who will remember your last goodbye
'Cause it's the end and I'm not afraid
I'm not afraid to die.
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Rᴀᴠᴇɴᴄʟᴀᴡ Aʟᴜᴍɴɪ || Sᴘᴇʟʟ Iɴᴠᴇɴᴛᴏʀ || Hᴀʟꜰʙʟᴏᴏᴅ
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Mordred walked down Diagon Alley, a bag slung over one shoulder as he sighed for the millionth time it seemed over having to get new robes. He hadn't gotten any in a while, and his father had insisted on looking good for a family dinner they were supposed to have together. Which, Mordred had to scoff at. It was all for appearances. That's all it was. He felt bad for his little sister, since he was certain that Gueneviere hadn't asked to be born into it, but he guessed that their father was a lot more accepting of her than Mordred since she wasn't a b*****d. Which stung, but Mordred wasn't going to comment on it. He rarely was around anyway, only going over for the occasional holiday and dinner. Like later that week.
Making a face, he skirted around some shoppers as they went about their business. That's when he noticed a woman standing off to the side, looking quite out of place waiting beside the apothecary. He hadn't seen her around before, but that wasn't saying much, as he wasn't there often himself. However, that didn't stop a bemused look cross his face as he decided to approach the young woman. "Well, you don't look like you frequent here. Waiting on someone?"
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Location: Diagon Alley
Thinking: I am going to skip the next family dinner and claim I'm in Milan.
OOC: -◬-    
Born a saint
But with every sin I still wanna be holy
I will live again
Who we are
Isn't how we live we are more than our bodies
If I fall I will rise back up and relive my glory
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