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When I pretend everything is what I want it to be
I look exactly like what you had always wanted to see
When I pretend, I can’t forget about the criminal I am
Stealing second after second just cause I know I can but
I can’t pretend this is the way it’ll stay I’m just trying to bend the truth

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Where am I? The Station
Who am I with? Students
What am I doing? Walking
What am I thinking? New school year, same problems.
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Jesse stepped off the train, feeling nervous again. His summer had not been pleasant, but that was because he'd spent it wandering from place to place trying to avoid Paul again. It had worked, and he wondered if that meant the man had finally given up on Jesse altogether. Jesse would be perfectly if that happened. As it was, the twelve-year-old sighed and shifted, looking wistfully at the lake before he shoved his hands in his pockets to walk toward the waiting carriages. Well, might as well grab one before they filled up. Otherwise it was a long walk to the castle.


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No turning back now
I wanna be pushed aside so let me go
Let me take back my life I’d rather be all alone
Anywhere on my own cause I can see
The very worst part of you is me

ℂ𝕌ℝℝ𝔼ℕ𝕋𝕃𝕐
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Looking Cute at Hogsmeade Station with Emily
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Awkward
xxxTHINKINGxxx
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Mary have mercy, now look what I've done. ❦ ❦ ❦xxx
But don't blame me because I can't help where I come from. ❦ ❦ ❦xxxxxx
And running is something that we've always done, ❦ ❦ ❦xxxxxxxxx
Well and mostly I can't even tell what I'm running from. ❦ ❦ ❦xxxxxxxxxxxx
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spacePersephone followed Emily as the pair exited the train, frowning lightly at the other girl's words, blinking. "What other friends?" The words were out of her mouth before she thought them through. The blonde winced, realizing how awful that'd sounded. Her shoulders slumped, eyes falling down to her feet. "I, uh... I mean, I don't... really have any other friends," she mumbled. There were people she'd spoken to, yeah, but she didn't know if she'd say that she was friends with any of them. As far as she knew, Emily was her best and only friend, at least at Hogwarts. She did have Ava at home, but it wasn't like that's who Emily was talking about. She shuffled her feet, somewhat awkwardly. "You meant your friends, though, right?" Seph wouldn't have been surprised if Emily had a lot of friends; she knew that the brunette talked to people all the time, and was really friendly and really sweet. She considered herself lucky that Emily was friends with her, but it wasn't like she was the only friend the girl had, right? After all, Emily was nice... unlike her. After what'd happened over the Summer, Persephone wanted absolutely nothing to do with her family or anything they'd wanted from her... but it didn't change the ways that they'd influenced her already. She might not be a bad person per say, but she certainly wasn't nice... She'd have to try harder to become that way. Maybe being friends with Emily would help her with that.


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xxx❦ ❦ ❦ I cannot run from my family, they're hiding inside me,
xxxxxx❦ ❦ ❦ Corpses on ice, come in if you like, but just don't tell my family.
xxxxxxxxx❦ ❦ ❦ They'd never forgive me, they say that I'm crazy,
xxxxxxxxxxxx❦ ❦ ❦ But they would say anything if it would shut me up.




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xxxxxTo say Cecilia Barrington was nervous would be an understatement. She wasn't nervous that she wouldn't fit in. Nor was she nervous about learning magic. No, Cecilia was nervous because of who her mother was. The girl hardly knew anyone else who was the child of a professor. What would everyone think? They'd probably be terrified that she would be a tattletale, and that was one thing she was not. Cecilia had inherited her parents' more mischievous traits, and that certainly meant that she was going to use them. How could she not? They were part of her.

xxxxxThe train ride had been rather quiet. A little too quiet if you asked the girl. She had heard all sorts of stories about what students at Hogwarts were like, and so far they weren't quite living up to her expectations. Of course, that was only the train ride, and this was only the beginning of the year. Things could always change. Cecilia was counting on that. She could never really stand being bored.

xxxxxJumping off the train and onto the platform, the girl looked around. Some of the other first years seemed to be so amazed at Hogsmeade. Not Cecilia. She had been to Hogsmeade before on several occasions when her father would take her to visit her mother. It all looked so normal to her. What didn't look normal, was the station back at King's Cross. That was something new. Typically, she had come here through methods other than a train. That was also something new.

xxxxxDeciding that she needed to try to make some friends before the journey and everything started, Cecilia started to wander, almost aimlessly, around the platform. She soon found a group of first years. At least, she figured they were first years. The three of them certainly looked to be her age. "Hello," the girl smiled. Walking up to people and starting a conversation really wasn't something that scared her. "I hope you don't mind me interrupting. I'm Cecilia," she said, leaving off her last name. She didn't want to risk that these were older students who knew her mother. She would never live that down.

Living risky, never scared, wander
Closer to the edge
Nothing valued think no fear,
Always wondering why you’re here


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Ashley blinked as he looked up and noticed that Dmitri made his way over. It was no secret that the sixth year was the new captain, since he'd been the former vice captain of Slytherin. However, that didn't mean that Ashley was dumb. Dmitri's former position was open, meaning of course that he would be looking. What surprised Ashley was that he was seeking the fourth year out. Unless Dmitri had decided his new vice captain already. It had been an entire summer, which meant that more than likely, yes, he had made up his mind.

Ptolemy of course was looking at the older student with a hint of distrust. Ashley could only guess why. Then again, Ptolemy didn't like a lot of other people, and only engaged himself with Rommel and Anastasia. Ashley wondered if the snake would ever get over not liking other people, but the Slytherin shoved that out of his mind for the moment. "Hello Kamenev. I take it it's something to do with the quidditch team?" He could be wrong, of course. There could be any number of reasons Dmitri had approached him. But none of them actually came to mind. Ashley crossed his arms and waited, his expression seemingly bored, but curious.



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Location: Hogsmeade Station
Thinking: Okay, where are they?
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Ptolemy and Hecate



All your purposes are gone, nothing’s
Right and nothing’s wrong
Nothing ventured, nothing gained
Feel no sorrow, feel no pain


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Fourth Year | | Fourteen | | Ravenclaw | | Single | | Half-Blood


Lexine hurried off the train rather groggily having slept most of the way to Hogwarts, as per usual. She quickly stepped to the side as her feet met the ground, not wanting to be in anyone's way. She looked around, her vision a bit blurry from sleep, trying to find someone. unsuccessfully, of course. Drawing in a deep breath Lexine placed her hand on her temple rubbing it gently. Looking back up she felt a slight panic begin to creep up on her, but she tried her best to ignore it. Instead of focusing on that she forced herself to scan the area for someone she knew, but was failing terribly.


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The train ride was not very eventful to Constance, who had read one of her textbooks on the train. She really wished she brought something better to read but her parents wanted her to do well in this new school, even if they still thought that this witch thing was all a miss understanding. It did however get them to buy her a cat, so everything wasn't all bad. It made Constance think that at some level her parents must know it was true, like she knew it was. However she did learn one thing on the train, it was about the school, how the students were placed in houses, and she’ll be put into one, likely everyone else already know that but she was clueless about it.

Constance was in no rush when the train got to the station. She wanted to see if her things were in order putting away her book as well as her Cat, who complained about being placed into the cat carrier. However Constance didn't think it would be wise to bring her new pet with her. After all they haven’t really gotten to know each other and the cat still needed a name.

As Constance exited the train she was too busy looking around to watch her feet and ends up stumbling falling to the ground right outside of the train. This was so like her and she was used to falling down. She was very lucky because this time she didn't stumble into anyone. Sitting up she notices her stockings got hole in them where her knee scraped the ground. She know it wasn't a good idea to wear stocking but at least the robe didn't get a hole in it, just a little dusty from the fall. As Constance jumps to her feet she starts hearing women call ‘First years, this way!’ She starts making her way over till she sees a big lake.

[exit to lake]

Consuming space and time you welcome it.
And drawing side-by-side the lines you see fit...
Truth or consequence; you yield and go-
And take control!

You’re getting big, you’re wanting more...
You’re hiding behind your plastic soul.
Screaming out loud, "Give me it now!"
I don’t have a doubt who’s in control.

ᵉᵛᵃᶰᵈᵉʳ ᵗʳᶤˢᵗᵃᶰ ˡᶤˡˡᵃᶰᵗᶤᶰᵉ
ᵖᵘʳᵉᵇˡᵒᵒᵈ ʰᵉᶤʳ
ᶠᶤʳˢᵗ ʸᵉᵃʳ

You're getting big: Uneasy | You're wanting more: ... | Hiding behind: Students | Your plastic soul: Hogsmeade Station

Vander saw what might have been the beginnings of a ghost of a smile on Wendy's face, and he tried not to flush red. He only got smiles for two reasons: he'd done something to make his father proud or something to make his mother talk to him in a tone reserved for idiots. He was almost annoyed that she put her wand away- he would have kept his out until the other person backed off, then maybe hexed them anyways for good measure, and Vander was in no way backing off. He lifted his head up even higher and looked at the wave of her hand like he would a very irritating fly.

Cathaline, on the other hand, looked perturbed for a second or two before brightening right back up. It was almost unnatural, and he frowned. What, was she afraid to disagree with him, or just one of those cowards terrified of provoking a real argument? He was used to the former and incensed by the latter. "I'm fairly sure it's possible," he muttered. He didn't want to be treated nicely by her, or even anyone, really. He just wanted what he deserved, and he wasn't so delusional as to think everyone should think of and act towards him as if he was some sweet and caring young boy. He wasn't. But he sensed that arguing with an older student would be fruitless, since the older someone was, the more they tended to think they were absolutely right about everything imaginable. He would know, being the oldest of his siblings.

He was a little caught off guard by the blatant insult the redhead gave the blonde, treating her like an airhead- Vander knew the Hufflepuff, though she still might be stupid as a box of badgers, wasn't a complete ditz. If she had been she wouldn't have been able to word her response so well, even if she said it an impossibly sunny and cheerful tone. Maybe she was the type who would snap years from now and go on a murderous rampage, and the Hat would seriously reconsider its placement. However, from what he'd seen she probably fit in just fine with her house mates. The whole lot of them probably spent all their time kissing up to each other about this and that. Plenty of Slytherins most likely did that, too, but at least they were subtle about it.

Vander did wonder why Wendy referred to her cousin, who was hardly that much older than her by the looks of the two of them, as "Miss League". His own family was very formal, yes, but he even always call their siblings by their full names. They called him Vander, even when he was being awful to them, and he was perfectly capable of still calling Cyrus "Cy" even if he'd just made the younger boy cry. She called him Mr. Lillantine too, and his eyes narrowed. Was it her idea of a compliment or way of trying to appease him? He doubted she cared what he thought. Did she think it would annoy him? For Merlin's sake, the girl even curtsied, which he wasn't going to complain about, but if she expected him to be kissing her hand like a bloody little gentleman out of a romance novel she had more than another thing coming.

"I don't need your help," he stated to her, and daringly added, "Wendy." He wasn't going to go "Miss Chaisty" on her. She didn't deserve it, running into him like that and then blaming him. "Uncorrect," he commented frankly, "It was all your fault." She'd given him a shoddy curtsy, anyhow, and still hadn't apologized. He raised his eyebrows, though they probably couldn't be seen under his bangs, as Cathaline said something in a foreign language, wished him luck, and left. He was relieved she was gone. He didn't want to be seen as someone who fraternized with Hufflepuffs, after all.

The surname Avery he recognized much more, but he didn't say anything. Were they planning on disowning the girl for being a Hufflepuff or had the heads of the family gone soft with what he presumed was old age? He'd never known his own grandparents or great uncles and aunts, but had heard it seemed to be a Lillantine trait to grow harsher over time. "I'm aware," he said coldly, as she pointed in the direction of the lake. What did she think he was, part muggle? He knew you took boats to get to the castle first year, thank you very much. She crossed her arms, which girls weren't even allowed to do- his sister got a rap on the knuckles for even daring to stand up by placing her hands on a table like a man- and just watched him as she spoke, refusing to move. He was going to have to leave, then. He wished he was bigger, taller, more intimidating, not a skinny, frail little thing. "You don't know my sort at all," he almost laughed a hard snicker, but managed to not to, and gave her an insidious, mocking little look as revenge. "Not nearly as much as you seem to think you do, anyway." He turned and left and to his embarrassment almost had to run to catch up with the rest of the first years headed down to the lake. Maybe he would dump the boat now, just to let off a little steam. He could swim. Or at least not drown.

ᵃᶰᵈ ʲᵘᶳᵗ ˡᶤᵏᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ˡᵒᶳᵉ ᶜᵒᶰᵗʳᵒˡˑ

*exit to Black Lake*

If you follow everyone it’s easier to find-
You have the courage and the heart to lose your mind!
Behind the curtain there’s a certain man you know...
You can’t control.

You need it now, you want it more...
Hiding behind your plastic soul.
You scream out loud, "Give me it now!"
I don’t have doubt who’s in control.