Nott Castle and Estates

[Essy ze Ninja]

That's why I slipped out the back before you knew I was there

And I know the way I left wasn't fair

I didn't want to be around just to bring you down

Remington Jagger Nott

Hogwarts had finally sealed its towering great doors for the summer, and he was free. He had been to paranoid to send any letters to mother of his newborn child. He always wondered how much she had grown after all off these months, his precious little flower. As much as he had wanted to send for pictures, letters, anything, he didn't want his enemies to shoot down the carrion owl and discover the secret of his daughter.

He couldn't have another innocent death on his hands, not his child, not again. Not again...

Apparating as close to the grounds as possible, he crossed the distance with a show trek. Entering the castle, it struck him suddenly, the lifeand soul teeming in the Nott home. His brother, nephew, daughter, and Abigail-- his emotions were still too far an enigma to decipher what she was to him.. He couldn't remember the last time there was so many people in this devouring castle, even if it was still so few.

"Abigail...?" Remington announced his presence as he rounded the corner to the nursery where he assumed she might be with Cassandra, unless she decided to roam the grounds or lounge by the pond in relaxation outside. Peeking his head through the door, golden eyes betwixt with serpentine emerald tinges like mossy gold scanned the room for the young beauty and bundle of joy she protected in his absence.

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Location: Nott Castle Nursery
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I'm not a hero but don't think I didn't care

 

[Dolphina Oceanus]

Whatever our wandering,
our happiness will always be found with a narrow compass

And in the middle of objects
more immidately within our reach.

Abigail Warstorm

30Years Old►Former Hufflepuff►Wanderer►Single

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Soft cooing noises floated from the nursery as Abigail, perched in a rocking chair cradling her daughter in her arms. The young mother was attempting to entice a response from Cassy, with minor success. The girl was awake, though she was more interested in what was outside then her mother. However, that mattered little to Abigail. She was content simply to hold her child, and watch the world go by outside the castle walls.

Outside the nursery, she heard footsteps. 'That's probably Nott's son, Tay.' she thought. Standing up to introduce herself and Cassy to Tay, Abigail found someone she was not expecting. He spoke his name, and the blonde gasped. So many emotions swirled up, and she was briefly left speechless. Remington was back in all his noble splendor, as handsome as ever. "Remington!" she finally managed, as tears welled in her eyes. She fought of the temptation to run to him, remembering the baby she held. Reaching his side, she gazed up at him, his chiseled features blurring. "Remington, you're back!" Unsure what to do, Abigail reached up and kissed his cheek, then smiled at him. She then held out Cassandra to him. "Remington, this is your daughter, Cassandra Daphne!"

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Wearing

☽Slightly mad Legilimen in training☾

☽Mother of Cassandra Daphne Nott-Warstorm☾

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[Essy ze Ninja]

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...

𝕺cclumens 𝖂illiam 𝕯ante 𝕹ott the Third

𝕳eir of 𝕯uke of 𝖂ales, 𝕾lytherin 𝕬lumni

The sickening crack of bone rapped against the windows in the conservatory high on the third floor of the castle, far in the south wing where nobody would hear them. The softly lit room danced with the rolling tint of reds and golds as the sun dropped down from the sky and darkness began to curl. The moment they arrived, the charmed chandelier overhead in the main sitting room lit up softly and would brighten as the sun crept down. He nestled her gently upon the plush white cushioned divan beneath the wall of windows.

Incisions, bruises, burns, and ice all scattered across his flesh and enticed dotted blood to rip through to the surface and ooze out. On his back, however, was the satchel full of stolen goods, and he gently placed it on the floor beside her before summoning a basket of medicinal herbs and potions he kept in his room years before due to his magic’s explosive nature. Calloused, bleeding fingers smudged stains upon vials of essence of dittany, calming draughts, and a wound cleaning potion as he tried to figure which he’d need. ”…..you dead?” He asked simply, barely flickering golden eyes to meet hers, waiting for any sign of reaction from the moonbeam girl.

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Height: 6’2” ♜ Weight: 192 ♜ Age: 18
Nott Castle,
Conservatory
with Michelle
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..even heroes know when to be scared.

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XxXDevil-Chan

 

[Devlyn Maycry]

 

ஐShow me how to lie. You’re getting better all the timeஐ 
ஐAnd as you step back into line. A mob jumps to their feetஐ 
ஐNow dance, dance Man, he never had a chanceஐ

 

Wearing
Volare

¤¤¤¤¤¤Michelle lay where he set her down, staring at the ceiling for a few moments, trying to decide if she was indeed dead. In the end she decided that no she was definitely still alive because she hurt like hell. She groaned and forced herself to sit up, pulling her knees to her chest and narrowing her eyes at Tay. "You brought down a freaking building underneath me!" She growled, beginning to pick shards of wood and splinters from her arms, wincing slightly each time. "You're lucky I'm not dead." She huffed and looked down at her now bleeding, but wood free arms. She was surprised she wasn't more hurt, since having a building crumble underneath you, usually meant you were dead or seriously injured. Besides a few new bruises, some cuts and scratches, and a dizzy pounding head, she was in the state she had been before following Tay to his uncle's place. Of course, that state hadn't been the best. She reached up her hands to rub her eyes and temples, hoping to make her vision stop dancing. Instead she only succeeded in making herself wince as she pressed her hands against the bruise surrounding her left eye. She quickly dropped pale hands, wrapped her arms around her legs, and rested her chin on her knees. Silver eyes watched Tay silently, her anger having dissipated. She wasn't dead or dying after all, and he had technically saved her yet again.... even if it was his own fault for crushing a building she was standing on top of.

ஐWith a thousand lies, and a good disguiseஐ 
ஐHit ‘em right between the eyesஐ 
ஐWhen you walk away, nothing more to sayஐ 
ஐSee the lightning in your eyes. See ‘em running for their livesஐ

 

[Essy ze Ninja]

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...

𝕺cclumens 𝖂illiam 𝕯ante 𝕹ott the Third

𝕳eir of 𝕯uke of 𝖂ales, 𝕾lytherin 𝕬lumni

Vials, each of them clinked as he placed them on the glass table beside the young Slytherin as she curled herself like she often did. He understood that—she was out of place here in the castle—but she probably hadn’t a clue where they even were. The slow creeping darkness outside blanketed a vast field, a quaint pond, and a quidditch pitch in the distance. Idly, a lash of words whipped at his attention, and his wavering gaze settled on hers. ”……You had fun didn’t you?” He leveled his gaze with hers for that moment before fumbling with the potions and vials again. He didn’t wait for an answer from her before he continued on. ”Here, all of this should heal you up quite well.” Each bottles label faced her, in a neat row, alphabetized.

It was moments like these where he curses himself for never taking any healing classes in Hogwarts. He ran his fingers through his hair, still damp from the chilled snow that had melted on him, his own clothing still damp. His fingers were numb, he realized, the chill had ripped through him and riddled deep into his bones. ”This is my home,” he gestured, curious to the girls seemingly unwavering trust in him, ”Feel free to do as you like—but if you wander, you’ll get lost.” He explained as he stood, his robes dripping wet and charred, blood stains lingered here and there. ”I’ll be back.” He turned without another word and left her there to change.

A part of him wondered what she might do…?

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Height: 6’2” ♜ Weight: 192 ♜ Age: 18
Nott Castle,
Exit Conservatory to his bedroom,
without Michelle
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..even heroes know when to be scared.

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XxXDevil-Chan

 

[Devlyn Maycry]

 

ஐShow me how to lie. You’re getting better all the timeஐ 
ஐAnd as you step back into line. A mob jumps to their feetஐ 
ஐNow dance, dance Man, he never had a chanceஐ

 

Wearing
Volare

¤¤¤¤¤¤She almost laughed when he asked if she had had fun. When didn't she have fun when she was almost dying? Instead she just smirked at him. She watched him go, still silent as ever. When he was gone, her eyes wandered slowly over the room. It was lovely, not something she would associate with Tay. Slowly he eyes slid over the bottles and vials he had left for her, reading the labels. She quickly stood, and then groaned when her body protested the movement. She unbuttoned and dropped off her sheer top shirt and then pulled off the tank top underneath. Her clothes were surprisingly not covered in blood. In complete silence, moving quickly and efficiently, she used the potions to heal her cuts, scrapes, bruises, and other such afflictions across her body. When she was done, she pulled her tank top back on, and began pulling her fingers through tangled white locks. In a few minutes her hair was mostly back to normal, and she quickly dragged it away from her face and into a bun, weaving her wand through it to hold it in place. When she was back in working order, she flopped back down to rest. She had thought about wandering off to find out more about where she was, but she kind of preferred the idea of not getting eternally lost.

ஐWith a thousand lies, and a good disguiseஐ 
ஐHit ‘em right between the eyesஐ 
ஐWhen you walk away, nothing more to sayஐ 
ஐSee the lightning in your eyes. See ‘em running for their livesஐ

 

[Essy ze Ninja]

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...

𝕺cclumens 𝖂illiam 𝕯ante 𝕹ott the Third

𝕳eir of 𝕯uke of 𝖂ales, 𝕾lytherin 𝕬lumni

The door swung open with a gentle kick and he came stumbling in, a lighter propped between his lips as he held a bottle of fire whiskey in his hands and pried the stubborn lid open. Tucked under rippling muscles of his arms was a packet of smokes and a butterbeer, to which, tossed towards her without so much a word as he sat upon the ottoman across from her. Soon, a cigarette to his lips burst with fire as it breathed to life and a miasma plumed overhead. Behind him, a house elf scuttled in with a tray of food, the platter brimmed with all manners of meats and fruits and it was left to rest beside her before the house elf waddled away just as quick. ”Eat,” he almost demanded with the autocratic nod of his head.

He tilted his head back to let the swirl of fire whiskey burn down his throat before he fumbled for the satchel on the floor and clambered his fingers through all that he’d stolen, all the years of research, his.

”…If you had power, Michelle…. What would you do with it?” He wondered earnestly, never rising his eyes from the scrolls and the books beneath his fingers.

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Height: 6’2” ♜ Weight: 192 ♜ Age: 18
Nott Castle,
Conservatory
without Michelle
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..even heroes know when to be scared.

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XxXDevil-Chan

 

[Devlyn Maycry]

 

ஐShow me how to lie. You’re getting better all the timeஐ 
ஐAnd as you step back into line. A mob jumps to their feetஐ 
ஐNow dance, dance Man, he never had a chanceஐ

 

Wearing
Volare

¤¤¤¤¤¤Michelle didn't move an inch when he came in. The only sign that she was even aware of his presence once again were silver eyes flickering to him and following his movements. When he tossed a butterbeer at her, she growled but sat up and drew her knees to her chest to rest her chin on. Quietly she took a sip of the drink he'd hit her with, watching him silently. She blinked and narrowed her eyes slightly when he basically commanded her to eat. If she hadn't already been hungry and he was anyone else, she probably would have blatantly ignored him. She wasn't very good at following rules or orders or anything of the sort. With a tiny shake of her head, and a small smile, she grabbed an apple from the tray and took a bite of it.

¤¤¤¤¤¤She blinked in surprise when his hands picked up the satchel. She had honestly forgotten he had left it there. Probably something to do with the immense amounts of pain she had been in prior to his nifty set of potions and vials. Of course, if she had remembered it was there, she probably would have searched through it out of pure curiosity, and that, she doubted, would have ended well. She took another bite of the fruit, as she pondered his question. What would she do with power.... "Make him pay." She said quietly, watching Tay with cold silver eyes. She didn't specify who, and she wondered if he would guess who she was talking about. Killing Vincent, she could do if she tried, but killing him wouldn't make him pay for everything he'd done to her and her little sister. No death wouldn't suffice. She wanted him to hurt. She wanted him to be tortured. She wanted him to hate his life more than he already did. She wanted him to truly and honestly yearn for death, and then she wanted him to live. Words couldn't begin to explain how much she hated him.

ஐWith a thousand lies, and a good disguiseஐ 
ஐHit ‘em right between the eyesஐ 
ஐWhen you walk away, nothing more to sayஐ 
ஐSee the lightning in your eyes. See ‘em running for their livesஐ

 

[Essy ze Ninja]

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...

𝕺cclumens 𝖂illiam 𝕯ante 𝕹ott the Third

𝕳eir of 𝕯uke of 𝖂ales, 𝕾lytherin 𝕬lumni

Fierce, her cold silver eyes blazed with the wrath spewing from the gates of Hell, and her silvery hair glinted like steel. Her features darkened, shadowed under the glacier she’d coiled herself in. Crouched, her still and furtive position gave the impression she was ready to pounce and strike and claw the heart, tear it from the riddle of bones of a rib cage. And her soft words, ever so quiet, lingered in the air like a fanged threat. His glowering gaze penetrated her eyes of static ice, diving deep, drilling in her mind to try and understand why, who. His hardened features firm as stone had nodded slow and ever creeping. Her words rattled in his mind like a warning, like a threat, like a promise.

He could taste the vengeance in the air, and feel the penchant for death wafting in the air mingling in with the scent of blood that still lingered from the open wounds that had apparated into this room not so long ago. But it almost felt like ages. He ground his teeth, clenched his jaw as he studied her from where she sat across from him. His soul danced in the tangible darkness that filled this room that boiled and threatened to overflow like the cataclysm it had always meant to be; just another symphony.

”I can help you,” dark whispers of dark words. His cryptic tongue slithered behind his teeth in anticipation vigil for every secret cast upon her healing flesh. ”I can help you get rid of them all.” He dared—no—he promised.

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Height: 6’2” ♜ Weight: 192 ♜ Age: 18
Nott Castle,
Conservatory
Michelle
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..even heroes know when to be scared.

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XxXDevil-Chan

 

[Devlyn Maycry]

 

ஐShow me how to lie. You’re getting better all the timeஐ 
ஐAnd as you step back into line. A mob jumps to their feetஐ 
ஐNow dance, dance Man, he never had a chanceஐ

 

Wearing
Volare

¤¤¤¤¤¤Michelle continued to watch him silently, pondering his words. She knew he meant exactly what he said. But did she want help? And more importantly did she really want Vincent gone? It wasn't much of a question in her mind. She did. She wanted him somewhere else, away from her and Olyvia. Somewhere far away where she didn't have to get hurt anymore. Silver eyes flickered away from him for a second to look down at her pale arms wrapped around her legs. She could easily find and trace the paths of long forgotten scars and even new ones, all given to her by him. She returned to watching him silently for a few more minutes. Finally a quiet word glided from her throat."How?"

ஐWith a thousand lies, and a good disguiseஐ 
ஐHit ‘em right between the eyesஐ 
ஐWhen you walk away, nothing more to sayஐ 
ஐSee the lightning in your eyes. See ‘em running for their livesஐ

 

[Essy ze Ninja]

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...

𝕺cclumens 𝖂illiam 𝕯ante 𝕹ott the Third

𝕳eir of 𝕯uke of 𝖂ales, 𝕾lytherin 𝕬lumni

Slowly, those wretched eyes of gold darkened with a malicious glint as his lips dripped a smile of rotten poison. He let the silence linger haughtily in the air, allowing her mind to roam and thrash in the darkness of her curiosities as he deliberately paused to press the end of his cigarette to his lips, inhaling a deep and long drag before tantalizingly slowly exuberating a plume of smoke rings forming halos above his head. ”Anyway you want me to,

“I can kill them. I can break them. I can scare them. I can manipulate them… I can do whatever I want.” He whispered so callously, his psychotic nature in malicious bloom. He studied her, waiting for her answer, her choice, her trust or disbelief. Waiting for anything, he couldn’t guess what card she might play next.

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Height: 6’2” ♜ Weight: 192 ♜ Age: 18
Nott Castle,
Conservatory
Michelle
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..even heroes know when to be scared.

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XxXDevil-Chan

 

[Devlyn Maycry]

 

ஐShow me how to lie. You’re getting better all the timeஐ 
ஐAnd as you step back into line. A mob jumps to their feetஐ 
ஐNow dance, dance Man, he never had a chanceஐ

 

Wearing
Volare

¤¤¤¤¤¤Silver eyes watched him in the deafening silence, as pale fingers curled against her legs and dug nails into her skin. Her curiosity was getting the better of her. She wanted to know what was going through his head. He was always such an enigma to her. It was one of the reasons she kept coming back, no matter how much danger he put her in, or she got herself into around him. She watched him smoking, and slowly uncurled her legs. In one fluid motion, she crossed her legs Indian style on the couch, and rested her elbows on her knees so she could rest her chin in the palm of her hand. The silence lingered between them for a few more moments before he finally answered her question. His gaze seemed to stare straight into her, as if studying her every movement, thought, and expression. "You..." She said slowly, drumming her fingers against her lips in thought.

¤¤¤¤¤¤"Seem pretty sure of yourself." She smirked at him, finding it amusing to see if she could press his buttons, and easily finding a way to evade his unasked question. She knew he wanted to know what she wanted. If she wanted them... him...Vincent dead, gone broken or anything else he could provide. He wanted to know, but she wasn't one to give all of her thoughts away in one move, although he tried quite hard to get her to do so. Instead she played his game, and tried to win too.

ஐWith a thousand lies, and a good disguiseஐ 
ஐHit ‘em right between the eyesஐ 
ஐWhen you walk away, nothing more to sayஐ 
ஐSee the lightning in your eyes. See ‘em running for their livesஐ

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Essy Ze Ninja

 

[Essy ze Ninja]

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...

𝕺cclumens 𝖂illiam 𝕯ante 𝕹ott the Third

𝕳eir of 𝕯uke of 𝖂ales, 𝕾lytherin 𝕬lumni

”Have I ever given any reason for you to doubt me?” He brandished the cockiest of smirks, reclining back upon the ottoman to stretch his thick neck back and exhume a plume of miasma riddling over the top of his head in billowing clouds. Yes, he’d laid his cards down on the table, each and every one that hadn’t been hidden in the midst of his robes, in any case. He could do anything he wanted, he knew, he had the means, the power, the connections, the money, the wit, and the daring…

All he truly needed was a purpose. He had one, yes, but what would he do after he discovered the mystery riddled behind his mother’s death, riddling into the black demons in his soul. He just didn’t know. Gold eyes flickered like the flames of Hell, wretched and poisonous. ”If it pleases you,” he began callously, and then he leaned forward to wade through the textbooks and scrolls he’d left in a satchel on a heap on the ground. ”You can help.”

Was that too risky? Perhaps, but it was an enticing enough of an offer. He needed to know just how cold the ice ran in her veins, he needed to know how much he could trust her, if he could trust her…

If it was worth trusting….

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Height: 6’2” ♜ Weight: 192 ♜ Age: 18
Nott Castle,
Conservatory
Michelle
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..even heroes know when to be scared.

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XxXDevil-Chan

 

[Devlyn Maycry]

 

ஐShow me how to lie. You’re getting better all the timeஐ 
ஐAnd as you step back into line. A mob jumps to their feetஐ 
ஐNow dance, dance Man, he never had a chanceஐ

 

Wearing
Volare

¤¤¤¤¤¤Michelle couldn't help bu smile slightly at his self-confidence. She shook her head slowly, continuing to tap pale fingers against her lips. "You haven't disappointed me yet." The words slid from her lips before she even had time to think about them. How he always got her to speak without her mind's consent, she did not know. It annoyed her at times, but also intrigued her. She watched him quietly, waiting for him to say more. His eyes were ablaze with passion, but passion for what? She hadn't a clue. She continued to watch him, silver eyes never breaking contact with his own gold. A small smirk danced onto her lips at his words. Help him? Always. She couldn't deny him, even if she wanted too. He had a hold over her, that she couldn't explain. "If you hadn't noticed..." She said slowly, and quietly, curling a stray piece of hair around her finger as she spoke.

¤¤¤¤¤¤"I tend to help you, even without your permission." It was as good as a yes, and it was all he was getting from her. She wouldn't deny him, she couldn't deny him, and she didn't want to. Part of her was curious just what all he could do, and another part of her just liked to follow him around and see what kind of interesting things she would find when she did, but the biggest part of her found him interesting, and intriguing. An enigma in her life, and also a magnet she couldn't drag herself away from. She amused herself with the places and situations she ended up in when near him, and frankly the things he could offer her were to good to pass up. He was her addiction.

ஐWith a thousand lies, and a good disguiseஐ 
ஐHit ‘em right between the eyesஐ 
ஐWhen you walk away, nothing more to sayஐ 
ஐSee the lightning in your eyes. See ‘em running for their livesஐ

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Essy Ze Ninja

 

[Essy ze Ninja]

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...

𝕺cclumens 𝖂illiam 𝕯ante 𝕹ott the Third

𝕳eir of 𝕯uke of 𝖂ales, 𝕾lytherin 𝕬lumni

A fabricated lie unraveled, thread by thread, unspooling itself in her fingers the longer she played with it, picked the pieces apart in her hands and stretched it out for all to see. His tongue thrashed behind jagged teeth, whipping away all of the words he knew he shouldn’t say. Fierce gold eyes flashed; promising a world of dreams beyond any. Her wily words teased the air, whimsical and free. It was all he could do to bite back the smirk that had been plucking at the corner of his firmly lined lips. Shades of cozened indigos blurred his vision as a paradise of poison bubbled inside. ”No, I can’t deny that, can I?”

Barely breaking back the bone of curiosities to let himself in; he smirked, fingers sliding down the parchments with a whispering sigh. Suddenly, slowly, a smile crept up on his lips as gold eyes flickered to meet hers. ”….It’s always better to ask for forgiveness than to ask for permission.

“But we both know you’ll have to tell me more if you really want it.” Dark words on a darker voice lingered in the room, worming in the ribs of skeletons locked in closets… He let it linger, let it drown her as he continued to read, overtly making every effort to not press for information again, and again, and again.

Instead, he offered her an escape. ”After all, I’m sure you already know one way to take out one of those that has opposed you… I remember you coming to me about Montague, and I remember telling you to bide your time, blackmail him…. And now, well, that power rests in your hands too, doesn’t it?”

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Height: 6’2” ♜ Weight: 192 ♜ Age: 18
Nott Castle,
Conservatory
Michelle
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..even heroes know when to be scared.

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XxXDevil-Chan