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Posted: Sat Oct 29, 2011 12:09 pm
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Posted: Sat Oct 29, 2011 12:29 pm
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Posted: Sat Oct 29, 2011 12:33 pm
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Posted: Sat Oct 29, 2011 12:42 pm
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Posted: Sat Oct 29, 2011 12:49 pm
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Posted: Sat Oct 29, 2011 1:14 pm
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Posted: Sat Oct 29, 2011 2:19 pm
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second year - hufflepuff▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬allen w. rhoddes▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬muggle born - wizard raised- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “To achieve great things, two things are needed: a plan, and not quite enough time.” – Leonard Bernstein “Now, somehow, in some new way, the sky seemed almost alien.” – Lyndon B. Johnson
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - ¦¦ He wanted to strike the thing straight in the gut. Pull at his hair and hit his jaw against the rock of the floor. See him suffer for the things he had just implied and of how well he has causing Allen to relive the memories of a past life. However, his teeth merely clenched harder and he did nothing. Without a word to either the new-comer or the possessed Woil, he slipped away with his lightly hooting owl. He approached Jane slowly with his head down, face defeated and eyes seeing none of the floor but simply the empty office with the smashed window, the sign of struggle and the large stone sitting atop the scattered desk. The memory cut into his eyes for ten feet before he collected himself with a deep sigh, pushing away the demons. The memories that he doubted were any worse than the hell Woil was currently experiencing. Why was this spirit affecting him so? Because it was familiar? Or because it was an insight into the beast that ripped his father from the inside.
That final though seared his mind and made him suddenly drown in a frozen moment. Gears turned with picking speed at the idea and his eye blinked once before he decided what he had to do. What this year was for and how he would break the rut he had dug for himself. How he would help. The moment ended and time began to run again. He picked up his eyes and faced Jane, approaching still, but now with a smile. "Hey Jane." Voice fresh and clear, eyes honestly unburdened. Mind decided with a goal, ¦¦ - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The white haired boy approached them and Thomas lifted a brow in question but also delicate welcome. The other boy, the Ravenclaw from the Alley, seemed more interested in the younger boy than bothering Jane once more. Thomas felt relief unlock something in him and he was able to smile kindly to the white haired boy. "Hello," he turned to Jane smile a smile, "A friend?"
He returned the thankful kiss and hugged her tightly, lifting her a few feet of the solid ground. Chuckling. "I am really glad you could stay. You will write, eh? I am glad I could make the summer fun." He smirked with humor, turning to the boy and nodding. "Ill leave her with you, then? Take care and a safe trip for you both. And that Phinelia girl too." he stated with a mature tone once Allen introduced himself. A sudden gasp emitted from him and he jumped to retrieve his bag, rummaging through it. Hand slipping so deep that it was obvious an Extendable Charm was cast upon it. A smile erupted in his eyes signalling he had found what he was looking for and pulled out a long parcel. It was wrapped with brown paper and was easily the length of a few meters. He handed it to Jane with a wink. "A goodbye present, ride hard." he handed her the wrapped Nimbus 2001 awaiting her reaction as he took her luggage from the wrack.
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Posted: Sat Oct 29, 2011 6:30 pm
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Posted: Sat Oct 29, 2011 6:50 pm
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Posted: Sat Oct 29, 2011 6:58 pm
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Posted: Sat Oct 29, 2011 9:55 pm
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Jessica Sassareth
Slytherin, Second Year
Jess just emerged on the other side, fairly winded. When the conductor made his announcement, a wide eyed, paniced, red cheeked face shot upward, unfortunately her voice was barely a whisper, "Wait.... don't leave me... please, no. Let me board.."
Even though, she was seeing spots from her fatigue, the young Slytherin was trying to hurry her cart to baggage, "I've got to board.."
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Posted: Sun Oct 30, 2011 6:24 pm
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