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Posted: Wed Jul 24, 2019 3:40 pm
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 ♖ Brook ♖ Knapp ♖
♖ Second Year♖ 
▬▬"I feel the same way about makeup as I do food."▬▬
This morning had been rough, first Brook decided to change her hair. Blond was fashionable, especially more so than her boring brown hair. Yes, this was a good change. However, her mother disagreed and proceed to ground Brook for when Brook got back from Hogwarts. This delay of them leaving left Brook having to leave after Rhea and Aidene had, the second rough part of her day. All would be well now though, she would find her fellow second years, and then be back to normal. She had brought plenty of makeup and hair supplies to teach classmates the wonders of what she had learned over the summer, and they would all be ever so stylish, if they could get past classes. She began looking around for someone to talk to, who was not near her mother or brother.
▬▬"I want everything."▬▬
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Where & Who: Train Station, Running away from the Knapps
Thinking about: All the drama
Brook Description: 4'8" tall with blond hair and blue eyes.
Wearing: Yellow sweater with black skirt
OOC: Open for interaction!
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Stefan Lee Salvatore Crew
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Stefan Lee Salvatore Crew
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Posted: Wed Jul 24, 2019 4:37 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 24, 2019 8:18 pm
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Canaan Grey
Ravenclaw │ Third Year │ Thirteen Years Old │ Single
Canaan was happy to be returning to school once more, and happier still it wasn't to be some grand family event this time. Rather than having the family matriarch, as well as his cousins in tow, today it was just the three of them on the platform, him, his father, and, of course, Connla. While his father was helping him with the appliance dolly with his trunk and other luggage, the big wolfhound was tugging at his lead and trying to get him to move just a bit faster.
The young man had had a growth spurt over the summer, and he was now a tall and trim young man. Today he was wearing a pair of nice dress shoes, slacks and a matching vest over his dress shirt and House tie. As much as he wanted to look nice for the first night back, he also wanted to look nice for a particular young lady.
Canaan wasn't the only one who'd had a growth spurt. At every bit of eighty pounds, Connla was now the size of an adult golden retriever, was as strong as Canaan, if not a bit stronger, and still had a bit to go before finally growing into those paws. Connla was still a pup, still all head, paws, tongue and tail, and as clumsy and coltish as could be.
"You sure you have everything you need?" Connor asked of him, as they wrestled with the dolly. Strapped to the top of the trunk was the case for his broomstick, along with two guitar cases. Canaan replied, "Dad, we packed everythin' last night. Schoolbooks, clothes, Hogsmeade permission letter, other stuff. It's not like we loaded furniture in my trunk, or something." His father grumbled, "Feels like yer luggin' a dead elephant in that thing. An' two guitars te boot." Canaan shrugged and said, "Jus' ma six-string an' my twelve-string fer Music Club and fer class."
"Ye sure yer mates won't be mindin' havin' Connla running aboot the Tower? He's gotten bigger than he was when ye came back with him." asked Connor, which seemingly caused the dog to look back at him, before tugging on his lead to get Canaan to move quicker. Canaan looked over at his canine companion, and then replied, "There isn'a a size restriction, Dad. He'll be fine."
Connor was happy to pass the dolly off to be loaded onto the train, and the two stood there on the platform. Looking at his son, he realized he looked more like a young man than he was prepared for. "Make sure to do yer schoolwork, an' try not te get et by anything in that bloody woods. Write an' let us know what's goin' on; dinnae save it all fer when we see ye at Christmas. All right?" Canaan smiled, and said assuringly, "Dinnae worry, Dad. I'll be fine. See ye at Christmas." The two of them shook hands before hugging once more.
Canaan stepped away from his father and started walking along the platform, with Connla pulling at his arm. As they walked along, Canaan was looking about, hoping to spot friends to ride to school with.
OOC: Open for Interaction
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Posted: Wed Jul 24, 2019 10:57 pm
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Katya Patrovna
Hufflepuff │ Seventh Year │ Seventeen Years Old │ Single
Art Club Captain
Katya was unsure how she was supposed to feel as she made her way onto the platform with her family. For much of her young life she’d made this trip to meet the Hogwarts Express, seeing off her older sister, then joining her on the trip to school, and today was the last time she’d have reason to be here today. She was happy to return to school, she would be seeing her friends again, there was the Sorting Feast tonight, and she’d see Cian once more. Thinking about it, she decided there was too much to look forward to for her to feel sad, and that was a good thing.
Accompanying to the station was her mother and Papa Sergei, and Faina actually was able to get time away from her job to be here with them. Sergei was ably manhandling her school trunk, while Faina stayed close to their mother, whom was fighting of a summer cold. At one point, Reyna was caught in the grip of a coughing fit which caused her to nearly be doubled-over in pain as she fought it off. Faina was ready to grab their mother, in case she started to fall, while Katya could only watch with a look of worry in her eyes.
When the fit stopped, and Reyna stood up fully once more, Katya saw she was shivering, and Faina draped her greatcoat over their mother’s thin shoulders. “Give it a rest, both of you,” Reyna said, when she was able to speak again. “I made you a promise, Kotenok; I’m not missing seeing you off on your last trip on the train.”
With a sob, Katya embraced her mother. Reyna hugged her younger daughter, and then gave her a long look. She was a petite young woman now, not much shorter than her older sister, with long blonde hair and pretty blue eyes. “It’s just a cold, Kotenok, nothing to worry about. I’ll see you when you come home for Christmas. All right?” Katya nodded simply and hugged her mother once more. Reyna kissed her daughter, before Sergei stepped in to do the same. He gave her a fierce bear hug, and wished her well before giving her a farewell kiss, and then stepping back so the sisters could have a moment.
Faina looked into her sister’s eyes, remembering the scrawny little waif who tried to follow her onto the train on her first trip to Hogwarts. “The leaves have fallen, and the snows have come, Kitten,” she said, recalling what she told her sister, now more than a decade previously. Katya smiled, and said, “I guess they have. What happens next, you think?” Faina shrugged, and answered, “Spring, I should hope.” She pulled her sister close, and pressed a small bag into her hand. Katya said softly, “You don’t need to do that, Faina. Papa Sergei already gave me some money.” As she tried to hand the bag back, Faina simply closed her sister’s hand over the bag.
“Keep it, have a little extra fun in Hogsmeade, but not too much fun, you still have your NEWTs to pass, you know,” Faina told her, with a wink. Katya gave her sister a soft, thoughtful smile, and asked, “Are you always going to be Mother Bear, Faina?” The young Auror answered her with, “For as long as you have a need for me, Kotenok,” Katya hugged her sister, and assured her, “I’m always going to need my older sister.” Faina kissed her sister, and replied, “Then you have your answer. Don’t worry about us, we’ll be fine. Sergei and I will watch over Mother. Meet me at the Three Broomsticks, and I’ll bring you home for Christmas. Prochay?”
“Prochay,” Katya answered. Faina sighed, and told her, “Now, go have fun with your friends, and give Cian an extra hug for me.” Katya chuckled again, and she stepped away from her family. She started walking away, and then paused to wave once more, but when she did she found they were already lost among the swirling chaos of arriving students. Pushing her concerns to the back of her mind, Katya started looking about for her friends; today was a good day.
OOC: Open for Interaction
Taken by Cian Quinlan
 "Black clouds are behind me, I now can see ahead
Often I wonder why I try hoping for an end
Sorrow weighs my shoulders down
And trouble haunts my mind
But I know the present will not last
And tomorrow will be kinder
Tomorrow will be kinder
It's true, I've seen it before
A brighter day is coming my way"
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Posted: Thu Jul 25, 2019 12:07 am
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✦✧WREN WINCHESTER xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx♥♡ SPARROW WINCHESTER
First year | Unsorted | purebloodxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx9 years | Theatre Student | pureblood
 
--- Alto, Aspiring Actress
setting Platform 9¾, September 2046
with Asbjorn, Rune, Nasim, Dunce
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Sparrow was so excited it was almost like she was the one going to Hogwarts. Her mom was looking around like an 11 year old herself, awe softening her usually stern features and a soft “oh” as she beheld the station-past-the-wall. The rest of her extended family headed train-ward, stowing belongings and greeting friends. She glimpsed Sonora and vaguely familiar-looking friends not far away. One of those was her boyfriend and Sparrow had to figure out who it was as soon as she could, but Sparrow had solemnly promised not to get lost without at least her brother or cousins to supervise her.
Wren, by contrast, was in a terrible mood. They had to wake up insanely early that day, because August-suck up-Li thought it would be good to introduce him to all his dumb friends before the term started. Sparrow of course was bouncing off the walls. But the moment he and his dad had gotten his trunk on the train, Wren picked up Dunce and muttered something about finding Moira, Oh but noooooo, their mom had more to lecture him on. "Listen to your cousins, study hard, make friends, talk to people, exercise more, write back, stand up straight--"
Finally, Wren put a hand on Sparrow’s shoulder and indicating vaguely into the crowd as though he had just noticed familiar faces. ”Hey, aren’t those the Borson twins? And is that one of the Knapps? I got it, Ma. Now we should really say hi before getting on the train.”
With a squeal, Sparrow was off, dragging her brother thankfully away. She got distracted a little waving at Chadwick’s older sister on her way towards them, but did finally make it, brother in tow. She caught something about something not having rhinestones--a crime really! Rhinestones were fantastic. When there seemed to be a pause in the conversation, she inserted herself with a cheerful greeting. “Hiya As, Hiya Rune! How have you been? Looking forward to Hogwarts? I’m so jealous I can’t possibly survive another two years before I get to go!” she whirled towards the other girl before she got too far. ”But please forgive me, I’ve been so incredibly rude. Hello! I don’t recognize you, new friend! I’m Sparrow Kiya Winchester, Sparrow II, Kiya, whatever is fine. Who’re you?”
Behind her, Wren raised a greeting with his new tabby cat secured cradled in his arm. He glanced around for the As’s cat or Rune’s dog, knowing his entirely too-friendly cat would be eager to meet them. ”Hey. What’d we interrupt this time?”
_______________Sparrow’s status Twin friends! New friend!
Wren’s status Maybe I can nap on the train. _______________//OOC: //throws kids! Let me know if I can edit for anything for whatever reason! |
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Posted: Thu Jul 25, 2019 12:57 am
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✄ Aɪᴅᴇɴᴇ Aᴢᴜʀᴀ Kɪᴇʀᴀɴsecond year || Ravenclaw || pureblood
Art Club seamstress || Adventurer's Guild monk || Cooking Club pâtissière
Dueling Club minion || Fencing club page || Quidditch reserve beater
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Back to school. Aidene had spent most of the summer between visits to her grandfather in Scarborough, play dates at Brook’s, and cooking lessons with Master Theo. She had been extraordinarily peeved that her martial arts master didn’t let her test for the next belt--after practicing at Hogwarts too!--but by end of summer she was back to practicing five days a week without hint of complaint. Maybe she should start a martial arts club so she could really practice at Hogwarts.
”You got everything?” Martin asked with a teasing grin, swinging her trunk up to store away. ”Got all your textbooks? Should I expect a letter saying you swapped out a textbook for a sewing machine again?”
”How could you say that? How could you shame me in front of all these people?” Aidene replied, quoting their favorite show with a little pout and her eyes crinkled in mirth. She had, though, learned not to repack her trunk. Instead, she had needles to embroider by hand, a few magazines and fairy books, and her most organized possession--her recipie book. And textbooks. All of them. Hopefully. ”What about you? Should I expect a letter saying you’ve switched careers to play Hippogriff Hunter?”
Martin chuckled in response, turning to help Rhea with her trunk. The less said about the giant breach in the Statute of Secrecy earlier that summer, the better. More qualified people were dealing with it.
”Is...Is that Brook? Aidene made her way a few paces away to greet the unfamiliarly blonde Brook. ”Brook? There you are! Weren’t you going to come with us? I got you extra egg rolls anyways.” She paused, still staring at Brook’s new hairstyle, her expression turning into a grin as she remembered that indeed, going gold was very in style. From yellow clothes to blonde hair, yellow was the new color of fall. ”Is this becuase of that issue of Witch Weekly? How’d you change it so fast? Didn’t you have brown hair just yesterday?”
_______________setting Platform 9.75, September 2046 || with Rhea, Brook, parents ||
outfit Her nicest uniform-style dress with a bright yellow handkerchief, and her brown sidebag || status Yellow is the new Orange
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I'm a picture perfect face
With that wild in my veins
You can hear it in my
Growl, growl, growl, growl✄~"Pop/Stars" by K/DA (ft. Madison Beer, (G)I-DLE, Jaira Burns) from League of Legends |
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Posted: Thu Jul 25, 2019 5:00 am
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Posted: Thu Jul 25, 2019 5:20 am
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Posted: Thu Jul 25, 2019 9:00 am
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xx✯ Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I? Platform 9¾
xxx✯ Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ? So many people!
xxxx✯ Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ? Leaving for School!
xxxxx✯ Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ? This is so cool!
Maya was more excited than she'd ever been, including when she got to watch her dad play in the world cup. She was finally on her way to Hogwarts, where she'd become a Gryffindor, make the Quidditch team as their star Seeker, then graduate in a cloud of magic. It would be awesome! The family all apparated to Diagon, where Lyre had conveniently parked her little car. They loaded up and drove over to King's Cross, because Lyre had wanted Maya to get the "full experience" or whatever. They unloaded and wandered into the busy station, stopping at Platform 9. Maya was stoked, since she had already learned about the trick column. She got all riled up and took off, before Lyre hastily grabbed her. "Unless you're wanting to break your nose, the one you're looking for is there."
Maya looked over at her mom, a bit of a blush touching her cheeks. That would've been tragically embarrassing! "Thanks mumma..." Taking her mother's advice, Maya set her violet eyes on the correct column and took off. Within seconds, she had wooshed onto the platform. It was so neat too! The girl looked around excitedly, eyes sparkling wildly. Maya quickly hugged and kissed her parents goodbye, then gave Austen a big hug and a hair ruffle. With that, the ran into the crowd, determined to start making friends early.
{{OoC: Open for Interaction}}
Eᴠᴇʀʏʙᴏᴅʏ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ᴛʀʏ ᴛᴏ ʙᴏx ᴍᴇ ɪɴ, sᴜꜰꜰᴏᴄᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ɪᴛ ʟᴏᴄᴋs ᴍᴇ ɪɴ
Pᴀɪɴᴛɪɴ' ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴏᴡɴ ᴘɪᴄᴛᴜʀᴇs ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴄʀᴏᴘ ᴍᴇ ɪɴ ʙᴜᴛ I ᴡɪʟʟ ʀᴇᴍᴀɪɴ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴘ ʙᴇɢɪɴs
'Cᴀᴜsᴇ I ᴀᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ᴡᴏʀᴅ, I ᴀᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ʟɪɴᴇ, I ᴀᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ɢɪʀʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴀɴ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ʙᴇ ᴅᴇꜰɪɴᴇᴅ
I ᴀᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ꜰʟʏ, I ᴀᴍ ʟᴇᴠɪᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, I ʀᴇᴘʀᴇsᴇɴᴛ ᴀɴ ᴇɴᴛɪʀᴇ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ
I ʜᴇᴀʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀɪᴛɪᴄɪsᴍ ʟᴏᴜᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʟᴇᴀʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪs ʜᴏᴡ I ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ɪs ɴᴇᴀʀ
Sᴏ ᴡᴇ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴀʟɪᴠᴇ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴏꜰ ꜰᴇᴀʀ ᴀɴᴅ I ᴀɪɴ'ᴛ ɢᴏᴛ ɴᴏ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀꜰᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴘᴀʀᴇ
I ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴡɪɴ, ᴛᴏ ꜰɪɢʜᴛ, ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏɴǫᴜᴇʀ, ᴛᴏ ᴛʜʀɪᴠᴇ! I ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴡɪɴ, ᴛᴏ sᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴇ, ᴛᴏ ᴘʀᴏsᴘᴇʀ, ᴛᴏ ʀɪsᴇ!
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Posted: Thu Jul 25, 2019 9:24 am
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Posted: Thu Jul 25, 2019 3:06 pm
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Show the world you've got that fire (fire)
Feel the rhythm getting louder
Show the room what you can do
Prove to them you got the moves
I don't know about you,
 Halfblood | Second Year Slytherin | Twelve Years OldQuidditch Announcer | Reserve Chaser | Music Club | Dueling Club | Fencing Club➼ September 2046 ➼ Platform 9 3/4 ➼ With: Brook, Aidene, Parents➼ Wearing: Pink Leatherman Jacket, White Dress, and White Sneakers with a Sporty Ponytail ➼ Status: "Blonde! How cute!"═══════════════════X♫X♐X➸X═══════════════════ Returning to Hogwarts was such a bittersweet feeling. On one hand, she would miss her parents and brother terribly, and the fact that Orion kept joking he’d be moved out before she returned for Christmas had her pretty upset. On the other, she was exhausted! The first half of her Summer in Rye Rhea had barely a chance to set foot in the sea—Madame Barash had practically worked her to death from the time of arrival, claiming her solo dance practices at school had proven to be mediocre at best. She had been well whipped into shape by the time of her recital though, so in hindsight, Rhea thought she had done a decent job! Madame Barash seemed to have been swayed to her side as well, deciding to give her a more difficult routine to learn by Winter. The second half in Godric’s Hollow had been much more relaxed—time with Brook and Aidene, a sleepover with Lizzie, and all-night movie marathons with Jonah. Jonah and her mother had even helped her bake treats for her friends and the newspaper, although they had to kick Jonah out when he nearly caught the oven on fire.
“You know, I heard he wrestled a hippogriff three times his size and won,” Delia teased, patting Aidene’s father on the back. “Let’s stick to the games from now on though, shall we, Martin?”
“That’s huge!” Rhea gasped dramatically, playing along. “Mr. Martin: The Hippogriff Slayer. Animal Planet would eat it up.”
At Aidene’s mention of Brook, Rhea perked up, but… Where was she? She didn't see her anywhere! It wasn’t until Aidene made her way over to a girl with short, blonde hair that Rhea caught on to their friend’s abrupt change of appearance. With a quick thank you to Mr. Martin for helping her with her trunk the Slytherin followed suit, practically tackling Brook in a hug. “Look at you, you’re so cute! How did you do it? Did you use dye, or magic? What did your Mum say? Ohh, I wish my Mum would let me dye mine too, but she’d kill me!”
════════════════════════════════════════════════OOC: But I feel better when I'm dancing, yeah, yeah
Better when I'm dancing, yeah, yeah
And we can do this together
I bet you feel better when you're dancing, yeah, yeah |
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Posted: Thu Jul 25, 2019 3:06 pm
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Stefan Lee Salvatore Crew
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Stefan Lee Salvatore Crew
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Posted: Thu Jul 25, 2019 3:10 pm
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Yukon Knolle 
