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Stretched to the core of galaxies;
Distorted city grids-
By a black hole of vanity...
Blossoms the age of greed.
Beyond the laws of density,
Towers of glass and steel.
Temples and fragments of memories;
Drifting away from me.

I'm ready to start the conquest of spaces;
Expanding between you and me.
Come with the night; the science of fighting-
The forces of gravity.
After the gates of prophecies...
A million light years away from me...
Straight for the eye of destiny;
Reaching the point of tears.

Gryffindor │ Second Year │ Muggleborn

Levi had been walking out on the station, a bit relieved that the year was over. It had been so much fun experiencing all these new things--this new world--it was about time he return to the world he was used to. At least for three months. He had gotten more than enough sleep, and gotten more than enough food and he was more than ready for this six hour train ride. He hopped off, bags in hand and looking around for someone familiar, anyone familiar, really. Yet, he couldn't seem to find anyone. Maybe they were already in the train.

Well, it was way too nice of a day for him to just burn up in that hot train for God knows how long, so he decided to place his bags down and soak up the sun, just for a bit before he had to go home. Right as he went to get comfortable somewhere, he heard a scream. Multiple screams. He snapped his head to see where everyone was pointing, and saw a big green skull in the sky with a snake slithering out of its mouth. What the hell was that? No really, what was it? Someone pulling a prank? It couldn't be..

Then, as his mouth was gaping up, someone went down beside him. Like, bad. This was bad. Real bad. Then these people in masks came, and.. oh, no! He picked up his bags as quick as he could, but of course, his hands stumbled with it. He managed to pick them up as best he can, running for the train but before he could, he felt a sudden pain in his side that caused him to stumble, tripping him and scattering his bags around him. He cursed, looking up to see the perpetrator of his injury. His ankle was definitely twisted. He pushed himself up as best he could.. This was not the time to be a wimp! He scattered for his wand, but the enemy was taken out by someone older (he didn't look to see who) before he could get to his wand.

He couldn't move. Whether it was due to pain, or shock, or a mixture of both (probably a mixture of both) he was just stuck on the ground, hoping this was all a dream and he'd wake up at home, to his welcoming family.

xxxxR E G R E T ○ O W E N S
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w i t h ; chaosxx l o c a t i o n ; hogsmeadexx c o n d i t i o n ; tad bit unstable

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Regret inwardly laughed. It's been so, so long since he last set foot into Hogsmeade, that he wondered if anyone could even remember him. Probably not, because his existence was simply a blur in the past. But maybe a shop keeper could remember him? Perhaps a professor who taught him so much recognized him? Regret chuckled. Impossible, for he who had lost himself didn't even recognize himself. His eyes swam in the darkest pits of despair, his heart and mind clouded with insanity, and his hair disheveled, haphazardly cut in a moment of psychotic rage. Regret was perfectly okay though.

He would love to see the world implode upon itself.

Clad in black and his face hidden beneath a silvery mask, Regret calmly walked out of the shadows and into the crowd of students. He wished more of them would scream in pain, but alas, his favorite melody was lacking today. Kill them, a voice whispered to him.

"Sure thing, sweetheart." Regret raised his wand and shot the infamous death curse into the crowd. "Avada kedavra." There was no hesitaiton: There was only death.
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C A N Y O U H E A R T H A T ? T H E S O U N D O F Y O U R B O D Y H I T T I N G T H E F L O O R

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Looking Unruly at Hogsmeade Station with Chaos
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α ģ ï ɾ l сαṉ ḋ ø ώhατ ṡhε ώ α ṉ τ ṡ τø ḋ ø ✫ ✫ ✫xxxxxx
αṉḋ τ h α τ ' ṡ ώhατ ï'ṃ ģ ø ṉ ṉ α ḋ ø ✫ ✫ ✫xxx
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spaceIvy hadn't quite believed her eyes for a moment when she'd spotted the mark go up in the sky; she knew logically that some of those crazy zealots had to still be around, but she hadn't expected this sort of thing to happen! A small part of her was incredibly happy with the knowledge that Joel was probably still up at the castle with his cousin; she didn't think the professors had left yet. That was good, considering that he was a muggleborn. Not that the nutcases in the masks would know the difference between the muggleborn and pureblood kids, but whatever, it made her feel better. Just a little. She was barely above a muggleborn when you got down to it, but still, she wasn't exactly thinking clearly on the matter. Actually, after the moment of relief when she considered that Joel was likely safe, she felt the rage settle in, because Snowflake and Addie were probably in the crowd somewhere. Snowflake didn't have the personality to handle this sort of thing! She'd be totally lost. She was delicate, dammit! Addie, well, Addie not so much, but that didn't make Ivy worry about her any less.

spaceFiguring that attack by friggin' death eaters probably qualified as one of those situations where underage magic was allowed (hell, it was probably top of the list), she pulled her wand out immediately, trying to remember what little she could of actually, legitimately offensive magic. Thankfully, she'd signed up for dueling club, so she actually had a little bit of practice. That didn't help her much, though; after a few disarming spells and flipendo's, she was gnashing her teeth. These were adults, they were full grown wizards, and she was pretty sure they were killing people.

spaceThe Gryffindor sleeved her wand. She might not know how to take down a grown man with a spell, but she sure as hell knew how to do it with her body, she thought fiercely. A man (she thought it was a man) came at her, his wand raised, and she ducked under it, sweeping his legs out from under him with a jubilant smirk. Figures; she'd bet not a single one of these masked freaks knew what to do with someone attacking them physically. She'd bet that they were all completely useless if you took away their wands. She stepped on the hand of her attacker, then used her other leg to ax-kick his throat, choking him. She leaned down, grabbed his wand, and tossed it. But, before she could do anything else, she was suddenly struck by an unbearable amount of pain, and let out a scream. It relented after a moment, and she managed to turn to see who'd hit her with a Cruciatus curse, running at the figure and drawing her wand. She was younger, and quicker, than her opponent, and barely managed to get out her body-bind curse before he hit her. But by then, the first man had retrieved his wand, and hit her with another curse, pulling another scream from her lips.


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The end of the year had come, and soon Will would be heading home to Castle Aur. He was looking forward to flying around with his step-father and uncle now that he had his flying certificate. Perhaps he could even invite some of his friends to a game. Watching a game was always different when you knew someone who was playing. It was so much more exciting.

The boy had just finished setting his luggage so it could be stored when he saw something vaguely familiar stretch across the sky. William Zephyr had never seen the Dark Mark in person, but having grown up in Castle Aur, he had certainly seen old clippings from The Daily Prophet. But how was there a Dark Mark? There hadn't been Death Eaters in decades.

Just as the spells started flying, Will realized that this couldn't possibly be a prank. He knew what his family would like him to do. They'd have him run off to Madam Puddifoot's and tell Persephone what was going on. But Will couldn't do that. Sure, this was one of his worst fears. There were people in hoods everywhere, but he was a Gryffindor, and that meant pushing back his fear to actually do some good. Certainly his mother would understand that.

Will looked around to see if there was anything he could do. He cursed his lack of ability to pay attention in class as he struggled to remember anything that might be useful in this situation. A few spells came to mind and the boy looked for a chance to attack.

However, just as he was about to go after one of the attackers, something, no someone, caught his eye. It was Levi, and he was lying on the ground. A sinking feeling filled Will. His friend was a muggleborn, and if these people knew that, no doubt they would try to kill him. If they did kill Levi, Will wouldn't be able to go on. In the year that he had gotten to know the boy, he had become good friends with him. That would be two fears. Two crippling fears that would only get worse.

"Levi!" Will yelled as he sprinted toward the boy, hoping that he wouldn't get hit by any spells. He had to know. Who cares if he died? Levi was his friend. He quickly reached the other boy. Relief washed over Will as he realized that Levi was in pain. Being in pain meant that he was alive. "Levi! What happened?" he asked, the panic showing in his voice. Zephyr had also reached their friend. That was good. Perhaps between the two of them they could carry him to safety.

And the people went into their hide...
From the start they didn't know exactly why-
Winter came and made it so all look alike, look alike;
Underneath the grass would grow, aiming at the sky.
It was swift, it was just, another wave of a miracle...
But no one, nothing at all would go for the kill!
If they called one very soul in the land on the move-
Only then would they know a blessing in disguise.

The curse ruled from the underground down by the shore...
And their hope grew with a hunger to live unlike before!
The curse ruled from the underground down by the shore...
And their hope grew with a hunger to live unlike before!
Tell me now of the very souls that look alike, look alike;
Do you know the stranglehold covering their eyes?
If I call on every soul in the land on the move-
Tell me if I'll ever know a blessing in disguise.

xWendy Madeline Chaistyxxxxx
xxxx<5th Year>


Wendy had end up heading to the train with Evander. She hadn't wanted Mira to feel obliged not to catch up with her boyfriend. And while Mira, Merlin help her, was okay being around more questionable company such as a mute halfblood, Wendy hardly had such luxuries to be less discerning on her company. Wendy always felt in regards to company Timothy was likely not horrid. After all Mira had a shorter patience span than her, and if she could put up with the Ryans moron's antics it meant Timothy had to be saint AND Prince Charming all wound in one, and likely more. She glanced over at Vander, not saying much when she heard the words of a killing curse and shouts and the crowd more or less exploding around her (at least noise wise)

She scowled, looking up to the dark mark in the sky and the grabbed Vander's arm pressing it tight to her and hissing, "Come on. No use getting mixed up in this. After all, we aren't some idiots concern. We've got a decent family line to our credit. Let's go. Mudbloods and other trash I am so not getting injured for. Especially since I'm a proper Chaisty. And no one likes a hero," She added narrowing her eyes at Evander, practically dragging him though he was taller and likely stronger and really was more just pressed closer to Vander than she would ever admit after this days events.