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Flick flack,
No slack,
I got the wit that my enemies lack,
But I know what I am,
They know what they are
So let me be
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poolqǝɹnԀ |ᛗ| sǝzǝǝɥM ƃuıpɹɐzıM s,ʎǝlsɐǝM ɟo ɹǝuʍO |ᛗ| ıuɯnl∀ ɹopuıɟɟʎɹ⅁
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Luke snorted as Lyre accused him of being responsible for the kiss. That was a duh. He had every intention of kissing her, if only to prove to himself that he didn't have a crush on his best friend. That backfired spectacularly, so but he didn't regret it. If nothing else, it proved to him that he had cared about Steffi even back then. "Well, from how everyone reacted to it, they considered me some kind of angel of death by kiss. But, what's done is done. At least I didn't leave you out in the courtyard when that happened." Despite being what people would call an arse, Luke wasn't an evil p***k. When she asked about how he'd been, he winced. That would come up, wouldn't it? "I've been okay, I guess. Steffi's running the orphanage she grew up in, and I own the joke shop. Figured the job was tailor-made for me, anyway, considering everything I pulled in school, after all." He sidestepped the fact that he'd been in prison for a year, but if she hadn't heard about it, then he was fine. Practically everyone else in Diagon Alley knew though. One of the old ladies from the tea shop practically stuck up her nose at him every time he walked by, and others still made comments he should have stayed there. Well, he didn't, so they could just deal with breathing the same air he did.
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Thinking: Nice quiet time to myself...
Taken By: Steffi Theresia
OOC:
    
Trick some,
Just begun,
Giving you more when you only want one,
Cause I know what I am
They know what they are
So let me be
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2015 8:22 pm
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c υ r r e n т l y ╔═══════════════════════════════╗ ♥ 𝔖𝔦𝔬𝔟𝔥𝔞𝔫 𝔏𝔬𝔴𝔢𝔯𝑦 ♥ Looking Regal at Diagon Alley with Brandon xxxғeelιngxxx Calm xxxтнιnĸιngxxx ❝ Let me guess... ❞ ╚═══════════════════════════════╝
𝔓𝔢𝔬𝔭𝔩𝔢 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔰 𝔬 𝔞 𝔯 𝔦 𝔫 𝔤, 𝔞𝔩𝔴𝔞𝑦𝔰 𝔢 𝔵 𝔭 𝔩 𝔬 𝔯 𝔦 𝔫 𝔤 ✦ ✦ ✦xxxxxxxxxxxx
𝓗 𝔦 𝔤 𝔥 𝔢 𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝑦'𝔳𝔢 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔟𝔢𝔢𝔫 𝔟 𝔢 𝔣 𝔬 𝔯 𝔢 ✦ ✦ ✦xxxxxxxxx
𝔅𝔲𝔱 𝔴𝔢 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔡 𝔬 𝔴 𝔫 𝔥 𝔢 𝔯 𝔢, 𝔣𝔢𝔢𝔱 𝔬𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔤 𝔯 𝔬 𝔲 𝔫 𝔡 𝔫 𝔢 𝔞 𝔯 ✦ ✦ ✦xxxxxx
𝔚𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔯 𝔦 𝔰 𝔢 𝔲 𝔰 𝔲 𝔭 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔯 𝔢 𝔰 𝔱 ? ✦ ✦ ✦xxx
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spaceWesley was chuckling at the predictability of Brandon wanting to get his wand first when the child suddenly bolted off. Wes frowned, cursing faintly under his breath and following after the child, not caring how ridiculous he looked; he wasn't about to lose a child in his charge. When the young man stopped in front of the blonde, Wesley had to do a double-take. He swore for all of half a second that they'd met before, but then realized that no, they hadn't; he was quite certain he'd met the man's relation, actually. He was almost a double of... what had been the boy's name? Jeremy? Kenny's brother. Except this man was significantly taller than the other, and lacking the piercings and tattoos. He'd been coming from the tattoo parlor, as well, or so it seemed. Visiting Jeremy, then? Wes knew that the boy's metamorphmagus fiance worked there. "Brandon, please don't run off like that again, I'm too old to be chasing after you," he said, a faint smirk on his face. The older gentleman turned his attention to Michael, offering his hand. "Wesley Edgeworth, Hogwarts school governor. I take it you two know one another?" He did have to wonder... if Michael was related to Jeremy, and knew Brandon... hm. The child was a muggleborn, supposedly. He shouldn't have any magical relations, at least, none close enough that he should be running into them at Diagon Alley. Otherwise it wouldn't have fallen to the board to ensure that he got his supplies. Curious... Wesley would have to get to the bottom of this. "I was about to escort Brandon to get his wand. If you'd like to accompany us, you're more than welcome."
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xxx✦ ✦ ✦ 𝔒𝔲𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔰 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔮 𝔲 𝔦 𝔵 𝔬 𝔱 𝔦 𝔠, 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯𝑘 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔯 𝔬 𝔟 𝔬 𝔱 𝔦 𝔠
xxxxxx✦ ✦ ✦ 𝔐𝔢𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔦𝔠𝔞𝔩 𝔦𝔫 𝔫𝔞𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔢 𝔞 𝔩 𝔩 𝔱 𝔥 𝔢 𝔱 𝔦 𝔪 𝔢
xxxxxxxxx✦ ✦ ✦ 𝔄𝔫𝔡 𝔭 𝔲 𝔩 𝔰 𝔢 𝔰 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔣 𝔦 𝔯 𝔦 𝔫 𝔤 𝔦𝔫 𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔥 𝔢 𝔞 𝔡 𝔴 𝔦 𝔯 𝔦 𝔫 𝔤
xxxxxxxxxxxx✦ ✦ ✦ 𝔊𝔲𝔦𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔞 𝔠 𝔱 𝔦 𝔬 𝔫 𝔰 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔟 𝔢 𝔦 𝔫 𝔤 𝔰
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2015 10:24 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2015 1:10 pm
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Posted: Thu Oct 08, 2015 12:28 pm
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Posted: Thu Oct 08, 2015 4:24 pm
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You were a child, crawling-
On your knees toward it...
Making Mama so proud;
But your voice is too loud.
We like to watch you laughing,
As you pick the insects off plants.
No time to think of consequences,
No time to control yourself.
ΛĿƐӾΛИDƐŔ
ṖĤĪĿĿĪṖ
ΛѴƐŔY
eight years old │ little brother │ pureblood
Alec scowled at the mention of being good, but took the fact that his sister was still smiling as a good sign. He made a noise of disgruntled protest as she informed him he wouldn't be able to keep up with her and she'd have to teach him first. "You said a race," he muttered, but still looked hopeful. He didn't bother asking if their parents would let them- if he only did what Mother and Father let him he would have shriveled up and died of sheer boredom a long time ago. "I want to learn how to do jumps," he declared, "And I want to do barrel rolls on a broom like- the way they do in games." Just flying along at some low speed didn't sound like much fun, after all.
He groaned loudly at the mention of Astronomy and History of Magic. "Of course you like the history one," he pointed out, wrinkling his nose, and sticking his tongue out at her in disgust when she used his full name. "Why? They don't matter. They don't teach anything good, anyways." He didn't see the point of going to school but not learning any magic when he was a wizard. He did accidental magic all the time! What if he was wasting it, and he turned into a squib before Hogwarts?
"You're lying," he accused at her teasing. "I'm going to be tall." The idea of being this short forever was very, very scary. Some of the other boys at school were already taller and looked closer to ten than eight, and he couldn't stand it. He scowled again at the mention of school, and of course, getting new robes, which were bound to get in the way more than anything else. "It always takes forever!" He stared at her hand when she held it out to them. Hand holding, unless forced, was not common between the Avery siblings. "I don't want to hold your hand," he whined, before realizing the offer of racing might quickly go far, far away.
At the mention of the quidditch shop he gingerly took Sera's wrist, face flushed. Everyone was going to think he was a little kid now! He was too old to have to hold someone's hand in public, let alone his sister's.
Take only what you need from it;
A family of trees wanting to be haunted.
The water is warm but it's sending me shivers...
A baby is born, crying out for attention.
Memories fade like looking through a fogged mirror;
Decisions are made and not bought.
I thought this wouldn't hurt a lot; I guess not.
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Thu Oct 08, 2015 7:10 pm
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‘Cause I’m on top of the world, ‘ay
I’m on top of the world, ‘ay
Waiting on this for a while now
Paying my dues to the dirt
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Uɴsᴏʀᴛᴇᴅ || Fɪʀsᴛ Yᴇᴀʀ || Mᴜɢɢʟᴇʙᴏʀɴ
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When Wesley caught up to Brandon, the younger boy looked sheepish and rubbed the back of his head. Well, it wasn't every day that he had seen someone he didn't expect. And to top it all off, he was still certain that Michael was a wizard now. He had to be. "Sorry about that, Mister Edgeworth. Umm, this is my cousin, Michael. I didn't know he had magic though." Which was the truth. Magic was supposed to be something rare, though if Michael was a wizard, it would explain how he didn't know about it until now. Michael did have a tendency to disappear for sometimes hours without explanation to his aunt and uncle, after all. He wasn't that close to his cousin, however, and wasn't sure if that was true or not.
Only, Michael was shaking his head as he extended his hand to Wesley and gave the younger boy a rueful smile. "Michael Davenport, sir, and it's a pleasure to meet you. Though, I daresay I'm not a wizard. Quite muggle, if you ask my wizarding friends. I've just kept a pretty good lid on knowing about the magical world." Brandon pouted. Well, there went that idea. He was really wanting to find out that he wasn't the only person in his family that was magical. However, there wasn't much he could do. That did cause Brandon to wonder just why Michael was even there. If he wasn't a wizard, just why was he even in Diagon Alley? "I wouldn't mind seeing it if you'd be willing to show me the shop. If nothing else, I can help keep an eye on Brandon."
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Thinking: What's Michael doing here?
OOC: Frilly
I’ve been waiting to smile, ‘ay
Been holding it in for a while, ‘ay
Take you with me if I can
Been dreaming of this since a child
I’m on top of the world
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Posted: Fri Oct 09, 2015 5:31 pm
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c υ r r e n т l y ╔═══════════════════════════════╗ ♥ 𝔖𝔦𝔬𝔟𝔥𝔞𝔫 𝔏𝔬𝔴𝔢𝔯𝑦 ♥ Looking Regal at Diagon Alley with Brandon xxxғeelιngxxx Calm xxxтнιnĸιngxxx ❝ Let me guess... ❞ ╚═══════════════════════════════╝
𝔓𝔢𝔬𝔭𝔩𝔢 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔰 𝔬 𝔞 𝔯 𝔦 𝔫 𝔤, 𝔞𝔩𝔴𝔞𝑦𝔰 𝔢 𝔵 𝔭 𝔩 𝔬 𝔯 𝔦 𝔫 𝔤 ✦ ✦ ✦xxxxxxxxxxxx
𝓗 𝔦 𝔤 𝔥 𝔢 𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝑦'𝔳𝔢 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔟𝔢𝔢𝔫 𝔟 𝔢 𝔣 𝔬 𝔯 𝔢 ✦ ✦ ✦xxxxxxxxx
𝔅𝔲𝔱 𝔴𝔢 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔡 𝔬 𝔴 𝔫 𝔥 𝔢 𝔯 𝔢, 𝔣𝔢𝔢𝔱 𝔬𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔤 𝔯 𝔬 𝔲 𝔫 𝔡 𝔫 𝔢 𝔞 𝔯 ✦ ✦ ✦xxxxxx
𝔚𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔯 𝔦 𝔰 𝔢 𝔲 𝔰 𝔲 𝔭 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔯 𝔢 𝔰 𝔱 ? ✦ ✦ ✦xxx
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spaceWesley's confusion and interest grew as the two boys spoke. The juxtaposition of Michael's demeanor and that of his... whatever Jeremy might be to the boy was intriguing. The Slytherin knew that Kenny and Jeremy knew one another from the orphanage, obviously Jeremy was adopted. Perhaps he was cousin the these two, then? A strong, repressed magical gene in a muggle family wasn't unheard of, and it would explain why Jeremy and Brandon were both magical while Michael was not. Jeremy's parents must have been closely related to Michael's, as well, for the pair to share genes so strongly. He didn't quite understand why the former orphan had been put up for adoption, though, but supposed that his parents simply hadn't been prepared for a child, and none of his relations had been willing to take him on? Unpleasant, but possible. And it would stand to reason that the young man had tracked down his birth family. Though, it didn't explain why exactly Michael had been told about the magical world; unless they were raised in the same household, his knowing was illegal. But, somehow Wes didn't think that would have stopped the blonde from telling him anyway. He didn't exactly come across as someone who placed a lot of concern on following the law.
spaceExpression thoughtful, he considered the two boys for a long moment, then resolved that, if the answer didn't present itself over the course of the day, he'd ask Siobhan and the others if they had any clue. Possibly talk to Kenny, as the boy would surely know. He managed a smile at the young man, nodding. "Sounds good to me. You'll have a much easier time keeping up if he runs off again, I'd wager," he joked, then gestured towards Ollivander's. "This way, then. Tell me, Michael, do you frequent Diagon Alley? Visiting someone, I assume? I know a young man who looks remarkably like you, I'd swear you were twins, and his fiancee works around here." Perhaps he was fishing a bit, but he was curious, after all. It wasn't as though he was going to report Jeremy; if it seemed like there was going to be an issue, he might mention something to someone of authority that a muggle had been made aware of magic somehow, but he wouldn't incriminate anyone in the matter. Besides... he had a feeling that if Michael knew enough people to speak of 'wizarding friends', he probably didn't pose any sort of security risk. And he was obviously family to at least two magical people, which made his knowing something of a grey area, at least as far as Wes was concerned.
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xxxxxx✦ ✦ ✦ 𝔐𝔢𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔦𝔠𝔞𝔩 𝔦𝔫 𝔫𝔞𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔢 𝔞 𝔩 𝔩 𝔱 𝔥 𝔢 𝔱 𝔦 𝔪 𝔢
xxxxxxxxx✦ ✦ ✦ 𝔄𝔫𝔡 𝔭 𝔲 𝔩 𝔰 𝔢 𝔰 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔣 𝔦 𝔯 𝔦 𝔫 𝔤 𝔦𝔫 𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔥 𝔢 𝔞 𝔡 𝔴 𝔦 𝔯 𝔦 𝔫 𝔤
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Posted: Tue Oct 13, 2015 5:33 pm
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Posted: Fri Nov 20, 2015 11:41 pm
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✪ Kenji Francisco Apostol ✪
♦ Eyelops Owl Emporium Assistant ♫ Half-Blood ♫ Animagus ♫ Musician ♦
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Kenji just went out from the Emporium after a good shift, seems like Milo was quite okay with the Hufflepuff's company nowadays. But at the other hand, it seemed like Milo didn't seem to need his company in his opinion, since he really didn't get a scold when he came in one day late. Whatever, maybe that nerd was just too nice to care about that, as long as Kenji took care of the owls it was all fine. Besides, he has another job which he really appreciated. It's called being a musician. Right now, he was carrying a guitar case and was planning to make a street venue somewhere, or maybe write some songs at his house. He didn't have any plans recently, he was still deciding what to make him busy this day.
He took out a strip of chewing mint and decided to take one, maybe just to keep himself occupied. Or his mouth occupied. And while he was just passing by the Quality Quidditch Supplies, he could've sworn some old guy who was on a hurry just bumped him aside big time, which made the Animagus drop his guitar case to the cement ground, which opened to itself and scattered some songbooks. "Punyeta ka! Watch where you're going you git!" He barked at the man, which was no use since that stranger was now long gone. He rolled his eyes with disappointed and knelt down to pick up his songbooks. ******** incredible.
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Last summer, we took threes across the board
But by fall, we were a cover story "now in stores"
Make us poster boys for your scene, but we are not making an "acceptance speech"
I have found the safest place to keep all our old mistakes
Every (dot) com's refreshing for a [journal update]
Thinking : "Eh."
With : Himself
Attire : ---
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Posted: Sat Nov 21, 2015 12:40 am
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✪ Kenji Francisco Apostol ✪
♦ Eyelops Owl Emporium Assistant ♫ Half-Blood ♫ Animagus ♫ Musician ♦
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Kenji was fuming as he was shoving his songbooks right to his guitar case where they should be, muttering something in his native language under his breath. He swore that if anyone stepped on his stuff he's going to snap them using his Animagus magic, except he just cannot do that. He listed his name for the Ministry about him being an Animagus, he might get himself arrested for abusing his Animagus knowledge if that was even illegal. He didn't take Wizard Law, after all. He heard someone knelt beside him offering help, he had no time for company for this s**t happening but on second thought, the dark-haired guy already did, "Hm. Thanks." He muttered. The guy didn't seem to be from Hogwarts, and Kenji felt like he never met his guy in his school either. The accent also sounded so... American, maybe he's from Salem. But then, he could be wrong. He raised an eyebrow when the guy just asked him if some guy just ran into him, "No" He answered, sounding sarcastic, "It's definitely not some guy, probably a hippogryff or something. God, of course some guy just ran into me. Obviously," He sighed and shook his head adding, "Sorry about that, that was just me. Thanks by the way. And another thing, you don't sound like you're from here, am I right?"
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Last summer, we took threes across the board
But by fall, we were a cover story "now in stores"
Make us poster boys for your scene, but we are not making an "acceptance speech"
I have found the safest place to keep all our old mistakes
Every (dot) com's refreshing for a [journal update]
Thinking :
With : Ferb
Attire : ...
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Posted: Sat Nov 21, 2015 1:08 am
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✪ Kenji Francisco Apostol ✪
♦ Eyelops Owl Emporium Assistant ♫ Half-Blood ♫ Animagus ♫ Musician ♦
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Kenji nodded and mouthed an 'Oh' when the guy, named Ferb, was indeed from the States except he wasn't fro Salem, instead from Dark Mark Institute. He never heard of it, but it sounded stupid in his opinion. Who named their school that was like a metonymy for Voldemort? That he would never know, whatever, Ferb did say he's not evil though. "Right, Dark Mark Institute. I always assumed that it was Salem, but okay" He received the remaining songbooks from him and put it to his case, then he closed it shut. He actually smiled when Ferb told about how lucky his guitar case was, otherwise even his guitar would be broken, "Yeah, you're right. Otherwise that would some disaster. I mean, I know there's a Repairing spell but still, it still gives me a shock when that's gonna happen." He answered, "I'm Kenji Apostol, by the way, I work at Eyelops Emporium nearby as a part-time. And well, I mean, I was born here in Britain but my parents are originally from the Philippines. So yeah, I guess?"
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Last summer, we took threes across the board
But by fall, we were a cover story "now in stores"
Make us poster boys for your scene, but we are not making an "acceptance speech"
I have found the safest place to keep all our old mistakes
Every (dot) com's refreshing for a [journal update]
Thinking :
With : Ferb Black
Attire : Clothes.
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