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 Posted: Mon Oct 24, 2011 1:00 am
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 Woil looked away as he rubbed his hair, Roi was 'asleep' as you can call it, he hadn't of heard from the demon for an hour now... He shook his head as he closed his eyes, keeping back the tears as he once again remembered that dreadful night, where he sat there clutching his younger brother's limp hand in his.
After a few minutes he looked at Allen to answer his millions of questions, something he had been prepared for the moment they met. He quietly said to the white haired boy, "My mind got confused as to who was who in all the chaos that night... Me fighting for control of my own body, while Roi was fighting to keep control of it... It ended up in a tie, and my brain shut down on me... It happens often..." He said looking away again, rubbing his hair once more. He continued, now was the best time, Roi was 'asleep' he opened his mouth to continue as he stopped, he felt it... That presence in his mind and body...
You aren't planning to tell your little crush about me and Tay are you? Roi's dark thoughts and voice said into Woil's mind.
N-No... He replied to the demon as he closed his mouth and avoided the brown glossy eyes of the pale haird boy.
He sighed as he moved his trolley and smiled as Yia seemed to never take his eyes off the pale hair. He clicked his tongue and said something and Yia instantly snapped out of it and came to his brother, "We better head on through..." He said as he smiled at the innocence his younger brother gave off. How he would do anything to protect his younger brother from more pain... Even if he had to submit to the demon that shared... No... Not shared... More like hijacked his body... 
   Yia's eyes widened at what his brother said. He looked at his older brother with pure shock and amazement, he then looked at Allen. This was obviously a boy Yia could trust... He was obviously not one of Roi's goons. This really made him feel better, "Sure! You can call me Yia!" He said smiling that signature mischievous smile of his. He took the strange names comment as a major compliment, it was his heritage and life.
When they continued to talk and Woil suddenly changed the subject, he couldn't help but look away sadly. It was obvious his older brother had yet again submitted to the ways of that evil spirit.. I'm sorry... I never knew you would be this torn up big brother... He said staring up at Allen's hair again, how he longed to turn it that color, maybe even don the same appearance! Oh! That would be fun! "Once we get through that barrier I'm gonna show you something cool!" He said up to the second year Hufflepuff. He heard the click and moved next to his brother, as commanded by the language his brother was doing...  |
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Posted: Mon Oct 24, 2011 1:08 am
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Posted: Mon Oct 24, 2011 2:22 am
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 ___________________,,-' { Arthur Zeek Doyle Findeler III }'-,,___________________ [ Slytherin ; Unspeakable ]
The platform was bustling with life as incogneto wizards and muggles alike scurried about, eager to reach their trains, but those few wizards among the flocking muggles, they had yet to arrive at their platform...
"Thomas come along, you'll want a window seat." Arthur instructed as he moved through the crowds nearing the threshold between platforms 9 and 10. Thomas' tuft of blonde hair peeked through the crowds as the boy worked his way more slowly through the pack, struggling with his luggage trolly.
"I'm sorry, father..." He answered back through the masses. ."It's this cat... No! Stay put, Fisch! Like we practiced...."
Arthur released a heartful chuckle as he turned to watch his son's challenging approach. The boy clutched the cart-handle with one hand, as he used the other in a test of wills to keep the dark, blotched callico kitten perched watchfully on his shoulder.
"Let's go. We're almost there." Arthur said, shaking his head endearingly before leading the way.
[ First-year ] ___________________,,-' { Thomas Doyle Findeler }'-,,___________________  |
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Posted: Mon Oct 24, 2011 7:55 am
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Posted: Mon Oct 24, 2011 8:02 am
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Posted: Mon Oct 24, 2011 1:15 pm
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”Hildegard, my dear, don’t dawdle.” Came the sharp clipped retort to Hildy’s slow pace through the train station. Looking over, her cousin Chase gave her an encouraging smile and nodded head of them through the crowd.
“Come on, girl. It’s just up there.”
But it wasn’t the size of the station that was weighing on Hildy, slowing her steps. It was the lead weight on her heart that this was her first time going off to Hogwarts and neither of her parents was here to see her off. Her mother had been murdered, less than a month ago. And her father was one of the suspects. So she had been taken away by an uncle that she had only met once in her life and sent to live with her grandparents who had never wanted to know her.
Looking up at her grandmother’s back as the woman charged through the crowd, she scowled at the sight of the small hand clasped tightly in the old woman’s. Matty had taken right away to Grandmother Balford and the old woman had been almost affectionate to him in return. For the most part the woman was just cold, distant and unfeeling. At least as far as Hildy could tell.
Though Hildy was glad to know her two uncles now. Uncle Gideon worked for the Ministry’s Hit Wizards and was investigating her mother’s murder and Uncle Thayer was the Head of the Werewolf Capture Unit and he was a lot of fun. Grandfather Balford was very busy at work, but when he was home he was warm and happy to have the children in his home. Hildy felt like she had grown somewhat close to him already. But most of the day it was just Grandmother, the house-elves and the animals around the huge old estate. So it had been sort of a blessing when Uncle Gid had brought Chase to stay with them for the remainder of the summer.
Chase was interesting, he had lived among Muggles his whole life so Hildy had tons of questions for him. He was rambunctious and enjoyed pranks which were a nice distraction when their grandmother or the house-elves weren’t storming in to spoil their fun. But when Chase got into reading he was usually lost for the rest of the day and Hildy would wonder down to the gardens to tend to the plants and while the hours away. Matty seemed physically attached to his grandmother and they were almost never apart. Hildy didn’t understand why he was sucking up to the old crone.
Looking back she glanced over her things again as she cradled little Rolf in her arm not pulling the cart. Grandmother had termed her trunks ‘shoddy’ and insisted on buying beautiful new ones for her. Hildy resisted but it was to no avail. But she refused to let her grandmother throw the trunks out. They had been her father’s school trunks. Her grandmother had bought her several more robes and some new clothes as well as more potion ingredients and some nicer quality books. But none of it made her seem nice, more like she was sneering at the poor quality things that Hildy had and not wanting to be associated with just lower class trash.
As she passed a station attendant the large man stepped over with a harsh tone, “Miss!” Hildy, Chase, Grandmother and Matty all stopped and looked to the brutish Muggle. He pointed a finger that looked more of a sausage at little Rolf and barked at Grandmother. “No live animals loose in the passenger cars!”
He picked the wrong person to yell at. While Hildy shuddered under the large man’s thundering and Rolf hissed at him, Grandmother’s expression was more like she was looking at a very small annoying insect. “Well then, will be sure to kill it before we get on board. Let’s go children.”
Finally they approached a large brick column between Platforms Nine and Ten. Grandmother Balford stood to the side with Matty and waved her hand and Chase smirked at his cousin and walked ahead. And then right through the wall! Hildy gaped. How had he done that? Was there a spell or incantation? No one had told her what to do. How was she supposed to do this?
“Come one, come on. Let’s not take all day.” Grandmother snipped.
Hildy looked at her in a panic, “But..how?..I don’t know-“
“Just walk through, and snap to it.” Her grandmother looked more irritated and Matty was still and well behaved but Hildy could see the anxious sparkle in his eyes as he knew that once she went through, he and grandmother would be next.
Hildy shuddered as she turned the cart around to push it ahead of her, snuggling Rolf close to her chest. Taking long steps she approached the wall, waiting for something amazing like the passage to Diagon Alley from the Leaky Cauldron but nothing happened. She slowed to stop and turn to her grandmother when the woman stepped assertively forward and hissed, “Run!” |
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Posted: Wed Oct 26, 2011 8:09 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 26, 2011 8:31 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 26, 2011 9:45 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 26, 2011 9:52 pm
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Jessica Sassareth
Slytherin, Second Year
 Jessica made her way from the boarding house belonging to the Ministry. Most of her belongings, with a few noted exceptions, where hand-me-downs and second-hand school books for Hogwarts. For the most part, it had been a miserable summer for the pale redhead. Mainly, her companions were the books she acquired -- mostly classic works of William Shakespeare, Charles Dickens, Sir Arthur Conan-Doyle, Agatha Christie, and Alexander Dumas.
Jess would escape her current existance within the worn pages of those stories. Whenever she wasn't reading, Jess would spend hours gazing across the skyline of old London watching the muggle traffic: cars, buses, and trains. She'd also observe occasional chimney sweeps working across the rooftops near the boarding house where she resided.
Even though those workers where completely unaware of her presence, Jess easily watched them -- they were completely different from what she had imagined: instead of some romanticized vision of singing, soot coated men, Jess saw a very organized team wearing specialized suits to protect themselves from the harmful coal tar and other inhaled substances. That was probably when Jessica fully realized how advanced 'muggle' society actually was.
As Jess reflected on her revelation, she continued to push her cart of packed belongings toward her target, already becoming winded. While her cheeks gradually flared to bright crimson, a horrid coughing fit overtakes her. her violent coughing stops her in her tracks a mere ten feet from the post she needs to run through to reach the Hogwarts Express. One hand had a deathgrip on her cart, while the other one held a handkerchief over her mouth. Trying to expell the flim out of her lungs, Jess struggled for breath, while her grey owl hooted in panic inside his cage... |
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Posted: Sat Oct 29, 2011 2:20 pm
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Aravis Rosentha
Fourth Year⇷Gryffindor⇷Dreamer
Aravis sighed as she walked with the woman she had taken to calling Mum. She pushed her own cart, with Sadie sitting atop it, watching all the Muggles. It wouldn't be so bad going back if only things were more interesting.
"Well, here we are," her mother said longingly. She didn't want to have to let her adopted daughter go off again for the year. She had watched her become a beautiful young lady, with quite the intelligence and imagination.
"Yup, so I guess I'll being seeing you for Christmas next," the witch replied, not wanting to show that she really didn't want to go. After all, what would happen?
"Oh, you'll write, I know you will!" the woman exclaimed as she wrapped her arms around the Gryffindor. Sadie turned her head around to notice this and gave a faint chirp.
"You know me too well," Aravis smiled as she returned the hug. "Love you Mum."
The Muggle woman hardly got a chance to say good-bye before Aravis was off sprinting at the wall separating the two platfroms. Sprinting with her cart, and the hopes that her life would get more interesting this year.
I am a dreamer
Take me higher
Open the sky up
Start a fire
I believe
Even if it's just a dream |
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Posted: Sat Oct 29, 2011 9:37 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 31, 2011 1:35 pm
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