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Second Year Slytherin Student: SaLevera Sykes



Levera tossed a scathing glance at Therian as he looped his arm through hers and opened her mouth to make a snide remark, but Therian was all ready dragging her towards the carriages. “ Oi! Hey you...you looking for a fight?! Quick dragging! I can walk on my own.” She dug her heels in the ground and stopped them both from moving forward.

“ I can walk on my own, boy!” She said again, pulling her arm away from his and crossing them over her chest, glowering at him. She turned her nose up at him and stalked past him. But something caught her feet, she stumbled forward and tried to regain her balance, which caused her to fall against Therian. She blushed and tried to shove herself away before he put his arms around her, which made heart flutter. Levera was confused everytime that happened and just never wanted to feel it happen. But she couldn't help it around Therian...maybe that was the reason she kept have inexplicable urges to beat the crap out of him.

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“Confront the dark parts of yourself, and work to banish them with illumination and forgiveness. Your willingness to wrestle with your demons will cause your angels to sing. Use the pain as fuel, as a reminder of your strength.”

Stella Forsyth was usually quite confident, but she felt nervous as she stepped off the train with her twin sister, Dorabella. No one had prepared her for Hogwarts. Her mother was from Italy, where she had attended a completely different school of magic; her father was a Muggle. She looked at her sister and noticed that she was nervous, too. I've always been so good at Muggle school, Stella thought. I love reading and learning. It can't be too different - or can it? How do I know if my brilliance at history and science will translate to brilliance at History of Magic and Potions? How do I know success with books will mean success with a wand?

Stella tried to calm her nerves in the way she always did: Recite lists of information. She decided to go with the capitals of Europe. She breezed through the easy ones first - London, Paris, Moscow, Madrid, Berlin and the like - and was on her way to the trickier Balkan capitals when she heard one of the staff members call out for the first-years to get in line. They saw large boats ready to take them across the biggest lake Stella had ever seen. This caused Stella's worries to change to excitement. She loved sailing.

She looked over at her sister. Still nervous.

((OOC: Can I have Dora as a NPC? I asked about this in my character form, but I didn't get an answer. Since Stella is a twin, it doesn't make sense for her sister not to be in school with her.))

((OOC: Either both of them attend school or only one of them, we've made every twin in the class do separate work. I will, however, check with Kakatary about whether or not we can make an exception, until I get back to you, role play both of them.~Dwolf))

((OOC: I'm not really sure how to respond to other people's, since it seems not many of the recent posters are first-years, so I'll just continue with what I have.))

Stella and Dora climbed on to a single boat. Though they were both extroverts, Stella was more interested in looking out at the lake than she was in making friends. Stella figured there would be plenty of time to make friends later - after they'd been sorted. Besides, who knew if the people she met would be in her house anyway? She didn't want to get all chummy with someone only to find out they were in no classes together and never even crossed paths in the hallways. Their father, who had attended a Muggle boarding school in his youth, cautioned them against this: "The first people you meet who you like," he said, "never stay your friends. Friends take time."

"What house do you think we'll be in?" Dora said to her sister. "I figure I'll probably get Slytherin, maybe Gryffindor. I think you'll make Ravenclaw."

"I'll punch them all in the face if I don't get Ravenclaw," Stella said passively, looking down at the lake, trying to see what it held. She thought she saw a large eye swim past, like on a whale or giant squid. She did a double take. In an English lake? Not possible. But then, this was a school of magic... Anything was possible!

Stella saw what looked like tentacles rush past. It was, indeed, a giant squid - or maybe a colossal squid, even! She smiled. Stella had learned so much, and yet so little, in her Muggle school. Even with a witch mother who performed magic around the house and took them to wizarding neighborhoods and Quidditch games, Stella still felt like there was a lot the world of magic had to teach her. She was eager to learn.

Therian rolled his eyes as she fought him. She was always so damn proud. She wouldn't let anyone help her, take anyone's suggestions or let herself be seen as a young woman. But Therian did. At any opportunity he enjoyed annoying her by suggesting that she couldn't do something, that he could do it better or remarking on how hot she looked that day. Not that he believed her incapable, he just liked to get a rise out of her. And not that he didn't respect her, but he liked to remind her that there was more to her that freakish strength and knowledge of five different ways to strangle him.

He put up his hands in surrender and decided to let her go on, wondering if she would turn around to attack him if he wolf whistled at her as she walked ahead of him. But he didn't even have time to finish the thought. Taking a step forward she tripped, most uncharacteristically and fell against him. With his hands up as they were, it was only natural to bring them around her in an instant reaction to catch and steady her. Then a sly smile slid across his face as he squeezed her closer for a minute.

Leaning back he looked down at her, "After the whole summer you just couldn't resist getting wrapped up in my arms? You shoulda told me before. I could have showed you all kinds of things..." he joked deviously. Levera was two years younger than him, but it was hard to think of her as anything but a young woman. She had a fierce, wild beauty, a lean body and a smartass mouth.

He really didn't want to smile or laugh or be playful anymore. With anyone. He just wanted to beat the s**t out of people and kill some dark wizards. And Levera understood that. Even more she wanted to do the same. It made it so much easier to relax around her when he didn't feel the need to explain himself. And as much as she claimed that he was annoying and a b*****d, he was sure that she actually enjoyed his attention. Perhaps just a little bit, but a bit none the less.

“Confront the dark parts of yourself, and work to banish them with illumination and forgiveness. Your willingness to wrestle with your demons will cause your angels to sing. Use the pain as fuel, as a reminder of your strength.”


Second Year Slytherin Student: SaLevera Sykes


Levera froze for a moment as Therian's arms came around her. Some part of her liked the fact that he was holding her close, another part of her screamed at her that this was wrong. Levera couldn't have closeness or tenderness. It was dangerous. It would make her lose her ability to fight.

But Therian smelled so good and he was warm and Levera just wanted to fall asleep in his arms cause she was convinced that she would be safe there and maybe she could actually get some sleep. She stopped her run on thought process before Ferreus read into it. Levera forced her mind to go blank and shoved Therian away from her. “ Don't touch me like that....” she growled half heartedly. As she pulled herself up into the carriage she mumbled to herself, “ I'm not worth getting yourself in trouble over.”

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“Confront the dark parts of yourself, and work to banish them with illumination and forgiveness. Your willingness to wrestle with your demons will cause your angels to sing. Use the pain as fuel, as a reminder of your strength.”

Everyone's already at the great hall. Today is the last day of sorting so you should hurry!