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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Mon Dec 21, 2015 12:57 pm
Come laugh away who you are and get down; Who you are, who we are, now you're found. To the sun or the bears or the guns... We taking all our vows with your frown! Come on, get down, make a mess, make a bow- Come get down, mighty youth, here and now. So come on honey, cut yourself to pieces! V I O L A N T E F A Y E L I L L A N T I N E Slytherin │ Fourth Year │ Pureblood │ Adopted
Vio rolled her eyes a little in amusement. "I know that; Vander's got nerve, he called me a b***h to my face just last week at breakfast." She didn't seem terribly disturbed at recounting this. "That said, I did 'accidentally' knock his orange juice into his lap. He was being very rude to a second year." Vio generally did not jump in to the rescue every time she saw Vander or Hamilton or Devonte or whomever, they were hardly the only ones with fouler tempers in her house, being prats.
But every so often she liked to remind them of what everyone else was most likely thinking. She wasn't sure where all of these supposedly well mannered, proper pureblood boys had gotten the idea that to be taken seriously in Slytherin they had to treat everyone else like serfs, but however it had started, it had stuck. She supposed that was why their mothers had to arrange marriages for them; it wasn't as if they were all charming the girls off their feet. Hexing them, maybe.
She smirked at Ivy's snicker and comment on Gryffindors. "The good kind of obnoxious, exactly. And there are some obnoxious Slytherins; they find a way without being loud." Vio wrinkled her nose momentarily. "Trust me." Leading Ivy, she was relieved, was not hard. There was the height difference, which was compensated for by Ivy's heels, which she was sure to move very slow to avoid the other girl stumbling in, but the Gryffindor certainly didn't have two left feet. She wasn't stepping on Vio's left and right, at any rate, and for that the blonde was grateful. She liked her toes attached to her feet. Come on honey, give yourself completely- And do it all though you can't believe it. Youth don't know, youth knows no pain! Come together and join the parade... And get back walk on lost in the trade. With the plants and the shimmering beats; With the wind in my hair, you're free.
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Posted: Mon Dec 21, 2015 1:52 pm
I shouldn't laugh, but I know I'm a failure in your eyes. I know it's daft, but I guess that I know it deep inside. It feels like we're ready to crack these days, you and I; When it's just the two of us, only the two of us, I could die. We're gonna separate ourselves tonight... We're always running scared but holding knives... But there's a black chandelier, casting shadows and lies. ᵉ ᵛ ᵃ ᶰ ᵈ ᵉ ʳ ᵗ ʳ ᶤ ˢ ᵗ ᵃ ᶰ ˡ ᶤ ˡ ˡ ᵃ ᶰ ᵗ ᶤ ᶰ ᵉ ˢˡʸᵗʰᵉʳᶤᶰ ᶠᶤᶠᵗʰ ʸᵉᵃʳ │ ᵖᵘʳᵉᵇˡᵒᵒᵈ │ ˢᵉᵉᵏᵉʳ │ ʰᵉᶤʳ
Vander felt his insides twitch around again when she blushed. He was honestly surprised at how open he actually was to the idea; he hadn't just said it to keep her happy, although it was Valentine's Day and that had been part of it. Holiday or not, he'd never been in the habit of just telling Wendy what she wanted to hear, and she treated him similarly. If their focus had been on keeping the other content from the start, he doubted they ever would have gotten around to snogging; they'd have been too busy resenting each other behind polite smiles. He was't sure which was worse; bitterness masked by false sweetness, or nasty fights, but he'd take bickering ferociously with Wendy and getting to snog her at the end of it any day.
He couldn't help it, even if he had wanted to; he snickered a bit at her gasp. "They wouldn't know; I've done it before. Father's always at work and Mother doesn't stay home nearly as often as he'd like her to. Even when she is, she's hardly bothering with her children." He rolled his eyes. "They wouldn't hate you; they'd just think I was... you know, pining, because we've been desperately in love since the age of twelve or so." His tone was dry but it didn't stop him from blushing anyways. He wasn't sure what she was so worried about; if his parents, more specifically his father, hadn't cut off the engagement yet, it certainly wasn't going to happen now. It'd be the height of rudeness, and they couldn't have that, now could they? I'll sit in silence for the rest of my life if you'd like. Dressing our wings with industrial gloves made of wire; Feel it penetrating the skin, we begin to relax, When it's just the two of us, and a cute little cup of cyanide. You left my heart like an abandoned car: Old and worn out, no use at all... But I used to be free.
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Mon Dec 21, 2015 4:15 pm
LOUIS . MAURICIO. ADDARIO
Fifth . Year ,__ Slytherin 9" hazel,. unicorn. tail. hair,.rigid
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Hesitation hardly acknowledged, Louie leaned in to receive the slight peck on his cheek and cupped his hand affectionately around her elbow in the process. Politely, he said, ”Micah, good evening,” then gestured for her to wait a moment as he dug through his trouser pockets, then robes, then back to trousers and again to his inner robes until he finaly found the little devil and gave a sigh of relief, ”If I may, I bought you something... Here, Happy Valentine’s Day.” he presented her with a square velvet box, fumbled on the silver clasp until the lid slid open to reveal a crystal bow pendant embellished with blush-pink crystals, moonstones, and pearls. Maybe it was a little too much for a first date, but his father said, or implied rather, that the Yaxley family deserved nothing less. Louie thought it was silly, and had said as much, but his father reminded him that it was a token of respect, among other things. Louie had been too distracted to file the information away in his brain, it probably slipped and fell somewhere underneath a filing cabinet.
”I hope it’s alright?” he asked stiffly, almost tentative if it hadn’t been for the stoicism in his stern features. But then he quickly followed up with, ”Not too much I mean--since this is just our first date…” Louie trailed off, suddenly vulnerable under fire of flaming arrows ready to rain destruction and ruin down on him, but this isn’t war. Or is it? ‘Everything’s fair in love and war,’ he recited the quote, but couldn’t recall which book he had recently read it in. ‘And did I really say 'just,'' he chastised himself almost an entire minute later. It was an implicative statement; meaning more dates were sure to come. Louie had all but given up on romance and love; arranged marriage statistically last longer than those born of love. Even his mum and da’ had been arranged; a marriage built on mutual trust and respect and understanding of what was expected from each other. But even they couldn’t seem to decide. His father favors the long lineage and traditions of an Italian family, while his mother seems to believe the daughter of a Wizengamot judge would prove most prosperous. Honestly, Louie didn’t mind, so long as it never interrupted his studies or archery practice. But, maybe he could fall in love with Micah? Maybe he already had, and just wouldn't know it until it was too late? After a long moment of distant daydreaming, he blinked and suddenly said, ”So! What would you like to do first?”
[black mask][[Amigoodness! Sorry I took so long to respond Devlyn!]]
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Posted: Mon Dec 21, 2015 7:19 pm
M I C A H ♫ Y A X L E Y ♫ Prefect ♫ Hufflepuff ♫ Fifth Year ♫
Our ƦƤMƧ are in the яє∂, Ɗяινιηg closer to the є∂gє "Are you ℓινιηg? Are you ∂єα∂?" Let's ℓιgнт up the ∂αяк, You've got the ƒυєℓ, I've got the ѕραяк. in my уσυηg вℓσσ∂.
Micah blinked when he began shuffling through his robes and pockets. She was curious if this was his attempt at dancing or something when he pulled a box from his pocket and opened it for her. A blush immediately clouded her cheeks. She hadn’t expected a gift. Sure it was Valentine’s day but it was only their first official date! She gently lifted the necklace from the box and examined it curiously. "Its beautiful. I wasn’t expecting a gift… You didn’t have too…" She glanced at him and smiled shyly. "I love it. Can you help me put it on?" She asked turning and lifting her hair so it wasn’t in the way. When he’d set the clasp together and the necklace hung from her neck. She knew her parents would be impressed by his chivalry. They would love him. That was for sure. Especially since they would at least recognize her last name.
She shrugged when he said he hoped it wasn’t too much. "I just didn’t expect anything… or I would’ve gotten you something too…" She struggled to keep her blushing in check. She honestly hadn’t expected him to be so sweet and thoughtful. It was a nice surprise actually. She had honestly been expecting to just get him to go along with her ploy until she thought of something else to confuse her parents, but maybe…. Maybe she could actually like him… maybe even love him. He was definitely making her happy at least for the night. And he had said just….. which meant he expected there to be more dates so maybe… he liked her too? Maybe he hadn’t just said yes because she was a Yaxley and had helped him study for OWLs. Either way she would enjoy this night and do all her thinking later. She didn’t want to think right now. She just wanted it to be a fun night with some dancing and maybe a little snogging if the night went well. She blinked when he asked what she wanted to do first and grinned mischievously. "Well you did promise me a dance before." She said with a wink, before gesturing towards the dance floor. "I promise it’s not hard. And I won’t be mad if you step on my feet." She teased gleefully.
It's so єαѕу to be cуηιcαℓ. Let's turn αяσυη∂ and start αgαιη. Let's get συт тσηιgнт You've got the ƒιяє, I've got the ƒιgнт in my уσυηg вℓσσ∂.
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Posted: Tue Dec 22, 2015 4:24 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 23, 2015 7:16 pm
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Smiling as wide as the English Channel, he enjoyed this moment because he knew it wouldn’t last. Too soon their mirrored lips had changed; hers vanished, and noticing immediately, his had faltered; it was crooked now. Tristan had noted the rarity of her smiles; often faint or fleeting or hollow. But why? Brows bristled but he discarded the thought and swept himself back into the conversation. ”Luck? Or coincidence?” Tristan said at long last, catching her eyes. ”Well I’m glad you came,” he said with earnest, ”You probably just saved some poor blokes' from the trauma of what’s leftover of the Belch Powder I got from our last trip to Hogsmeade.” He joked, snickering in the process. Well, mostly joking anyway, the thought had crossed his mind once or twice but that would’ve required a hasty retreat back to his dormitory to stock up—he hadn’t expected to need it, after all, and besides, that was more of his sister. Effy’s the prankster, Tristan can’t be humorous in that sense; he’s just plain mean. Not that he ever means too! It just…happens.
It was easy to be distracted by the mood, Valentine’s Day has that certain effect on people; teenagers especially. Thirteen hardly counted as a teenager, his mum was often keen to remind him, but it was close enough, and he was moody enough, too. But he wasn’t moody now; in fact, he was… well he didn’t know what he was. Jittery and anxious, maybe even nervous and… and… Tristan just couldn’t put a finger on it. His smile was a goofy one when she thanked him, then he shrugged his shoulders and with a muted sigh, he said, ”Thanks… I guess… Feel like I stick out like a sore thumb, none of the other blokes are wearing dress robes as old as these.” Suddenly vulnerable—a feeling he certainly was not used too—Tristan coughed behind a closed fist trying to deny just how far back these robes probably went in his family, knowing the Hastings', and instead decidedly followed up with a much more confident, ”Doesn’t matter though. I do look right wicked in this, don’t I?”
Slicking back his hair to keep it in place, Tristan nodded and agreed, ”That is lucky.” No pets—not even one? He envied that. So many mornings after the full moon, Demeter would hiss at his early morning arrival, nearly waking up his dorm mates, lucky they slept like rocks and lucky he learned the cheering charm, which distracted the damn feline enough for him to make a getaway to the lavatories and wash up. Glazed eyes drifted over the hall, watching everything but seeing nothing until Sybil’s voice caught his attention again. He snorted under his breath and shrugged dramatically, ”Bloody hell if I know.” This was the first dance he’s ever been too, and the music and people and laughter and dancing, it was so loud; the food, the sweat, the perfume and cologne; it was so hard to concentrate. ”I-err—I, I dunno? We could always go outside to the gardens, it’s quieter?” Tristan stumbled at first as he asked her hopefully. Peace and quiet would be nice, he’d managed to drown out the world for so long but now, trying to hone in on her voice was like a needle in a haystack sometimes.
[OOC: ] ∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷ 【LOCATION:: great hall】 【COMPANY:: Sybil】 【ATTIRE:: dress robes】 【STATS:: Slytherin, 5'2", 118lbs】 ∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷
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Essy ze Ninja Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Dec 25, 2015 8:33 pm
Devonte smiled softly at her words, keeping quiet for a moment as he thought on what to say. He could feel his heart pounding against his chest almost violently as he potential words scattered in his brain, trying to string something together that would sound right, and he wouldn't have been surprised if Lola could feel his heart beating against his chest too. Finally, he spoke. "I, uh.. I care about you too. A lot. And if we're being honest here, I think about you a lot." His cheeks went as red as a tomato almost immediately when he said those last words, and he couldn't help but lean in and give her a quick kiss on the cheek. He really was crazy.
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Posted: Sat Dec 26, 2015 3:56 am
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Posted: Sat Dec 26, 2015 7:05 am
❤ Cathaline Acacia League ❤ a.k.a. Cathy ❤xxxxx ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- xxxxxxxxx <7th Year> Time: Valentines 2032 Location: Great Hall Looking: Flawless ------------------------------------------------------------------------ xx
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Posted: Sat Dec 26, 2015 5:57 pm
He wouldn't have believed it if he hadn't been feeling it himself, but his heart beat even faster that it started to hurt. It felt like it was about to jump out of his chest and up his throat while he anxiously awaited her reaction to his insane move. When she spoke, he couldn't help but smile and nod other than actually say something. After a bit of hesitation, he gulped and was able to manage to spit something out. "I'd think that kiss would speak for itself.." he said softly, just loud enough for her to hear. He tensed up as she suddenly said something else in a rush, and he had to run it through his head multiple times just to figure out what was just said. "That kind of makes me wonder if we should make what we have something more, then." It was the moment he had been contemplating on all night, and lots of nights before. It just came down to what Lola would say back.
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Posted: Sun Dec 27, 2015 4:07 am
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Posted: Mon Dec 28, 2015 4:03 pm
Devonte stopped himself from rolling his eyes as Lola defended her confusion on what that kiss on the cheek may have meant, and just smiled instead. It was kind of cute. "It's not stupid. Maybe I should've snogged you in the corner to make it easier to understand what I meant?" He said jokingly, his smile curving into a light smirk at the thought. It probably would've been a bit too forward if he had.
He nodded and smiled brightly again, a bit disappointed in himself that he had managed to ask out Lola on the same day that Layton had asked out Selina, but some things just couldn't have been helped. And he supposed it wasn't that big of a deal--a bit childish, really. He was just glad he didn't have to crappily hide his feelings for her.
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Posted: Mon Dec 28, 2015 4:21 pm
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