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( Pureblood ￭ Unsorted First Year ￭ Harp Player ) ↫xx
I ғeel yoυ ιɴ тнeѕe wαllѕ
Yoυ're α cold αιr creepιɴɢ ιɴ, cнιll мe тo мy вoɴeѕ αɴd ѕĸιɴ
I нeαrd yoυ dowɴ тнe нαll вυт ιт'ѕ vαcαɴт wнeɴ I'м looĸιɴɢ ιɴ.
Oн, wнo leт yoυ ιɴ? Yoυ wαlĸ αroυɴd lιĸe yoυ owɴ тнe plαce
Bυт yoυ ɴever ѕαy αɴyтнιɴɢ. I cαυɢнт yoυ wαlĸιɴɢ ѕтrαιɢнт тнroυɢн мy wαllѕ
Gυeѕѕ ιт wαѕ αll мy ғαυlт, I тнιɴĸ I leт yoυ ιɴ
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Mera nodded at Mary when being asked if she ever played a harp. "I do, it's actually enjoyable. I mean, sure it sounds like something an old lady would do but it helps me feel at ease. She has a big harp just for her size, but it was at home so instead Mera brought a miniature one for school. She was certain that there's a harp at school as much as there's a piano. It should be, anyway. Mera tilted her head however about why Quinn seemed to be so flustered at everything, maybe he was never used to being in attention? That was weird, and here she thought metamorphagi were supposed to be the noticeable ones here. Aside from a few magical-color haired wizards and witches, of course. "Has she taught you some tricks about it?" She asked, convinced that if your parent was a metamorphagus you're bound to know how to at least handle it. But then, teenagers. So she guessed that's normal.
She then have Mary a nervous smile when the blonde assured her that it will be a brilliant experience. Mera honestly admired her optimism and envied her for it, as all she could thought of were jaded things. Not that she was a nihilist, but Mera always expected the bad to happen as much as she believed that all life has meaning. As they eventually arrived at the boats, Mera hopped in the first boat and expected the twins to get it as well. Not that she was clingy or anything, but it would be better than having to deal with strangers. "This boat was good enough, oh, and I can hold the lantern." For someone who acted like a proper pureblood lady in her own way, Mera wasn't really minding the old boats. Granted, she wasn't raised like the lucky, rich and sheltered aristocrats. Even if she knew that the Mortemers used to be respectable until her horrible ancestors were caught being dark wizards, and then it was made worse with Jasper on the run.
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Never тнoυɢнт тнαт I woυld ғeel lιĸe тнιѕ
Sυcн α мeѕѕ wнeɴ I'м ιɴ yoυr preѕeɴce
I’ve нαd eɴoυɢн, тнιɴĸ yoυ've вeeɴ мαĸιɴɢ мe ѕιcĸ
Goттα ɢeт yoυ oυт oғ мy ѕyѕтeм, yeαн
Iт'ѕ мy нoυѕe! I тнιɴĸ ιт'ѕ тιмe тo ɢeт oυт
Iт'ѕ мy ѕoυl; Iт ιѕɴ'т yoυrѕ αɴyмore!
yeαн, I тнιɴĸ ιт'ѕ тιмe тo ɢeт oυт
xxxoυт oғ cнαrαcтerxxx((ooc))▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
wнeɴ - Fall 2040 ↫xx
wнere - Platform 3/4 ↫xxxx
wιтн - Uncle Lazuli, Mary and Quinn ↫xxxxxx
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Posted: Wed Jan 31, 2018 3:44 am
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Quinn
Ezekiel
Conri-Dechering <1st Year> Mary
Fidelma
Conri-Dechering
<1st year><"American Girl" and Georgia Peach> Mary smiled as Mera spoke of her talent at harp and she waved a hand and said, "No, I think it is positively lovely. I mean nothing wrong with being an old soul, right? I sort of wish I could play an instrument." Mary looked to Quinn and Mera when Mera asked if their mother taught him some tricks about his metamorphagus powers. Or that is what she guessed they were talking about, she missed the initial exchange. Mary was sure it was odd to many that she was the extrovert and Quinn the opposite when it was Quinn with a potentially flashy ability; however, they lived in a muggle town where Quinn had to hide his abilities and Mary was free to interact with whomever she pleased (within reason of course). Quinn gave a slightly wry smile, "She's too busy."
"We were raised by our Grandma in Georgia. Mom lives in Boston where she's a healer," Mary offered, not taking much note of Quinn's slight sarcasm regarding their mother . "Quinn can make himself look like me, though," Mary offered with a smile. Quinn shrugged the tips of his hair turning orange again for a moment, embarrassed that Mary would spill that to a girl they had only known for a few hours and didn't even know the girls full name, not that she knew theirs and Quinn felt it really did not matter. A very nice girl, but still they didn't know her that well. Soon Mr. Murdoch called them to the boats and Mera picked one closest to them and got in, offering to take the lantern. The twins thanked Mera as they joined her boat, Quinn sitting across from them and Mary sitting up front with Mera. Mary clapped her hands together lightly and said, "I can't wait to see the castle, and get sorted, and get to eat the feast, and then see the dorms, and then start classes, and then..." She blushed and smiled trying to contain her excitement. Quinn meanwhile agreed silently that it was exciting but he was sure it wasn't quite as thrilling as Mary thought it all to be. Quinn was eager to learn more about potions and taking History of Magic. It would be interesting to have a non-American take on magical history. Time: 2040-2041
Location: The Black Lake
Looking: Nervous and All American
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Posted: Wed Jan 31, 2018 8:40 am
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Katya Patrovna
Unsorted │ First Year │ Eleven Years Old │ Single
Katya found herself following the Keeper of Keys from the train station, through a narrow wooded path and down to a pebble-strewn beach where a small flotilla of boats awaited them. There were other kids along for the trip, though the little eleven year old had been too nervous to strike up a conversation with any of them. She would have liked to have stayed with her sister and her friends (though to some degree they were becoming her friends as well), but they insisted she take this other way, one apparently all of them had taken when they first started at Hogwarts. A journey no student would trade for 'all the Galleons in Gringotts', her sister promised her.
The little Russian girl eyed the black waters of the lake unenthusiastically, as the waters looked precisely like the sort of place where the monsters in Grandmother's stories would hide, waiting to grab the unwary. Remembering what she promised her mother and what her older sister told her just before they parted, Katya drew a steadying breath and climbed aboard one of the boats yet to be filled, and took up the lantern therein once she settled onto a seat. She wondered whom might join her, and what would happen next...
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OOC: Open for Interaction
 "Precious and fragile things, need special handling
My God what have we done to you?
We always try to share, the tenderest of care
Now look what we have put you through
Things get damaged, things get broken
I thought we'd manage, but words left unspoken
Left us so brittle, there was so little left to give "
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Posted: Wed Jan 31, 2018 8:57 am
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Posted: Wed Jan 31, 2018 11:18 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2018 8:12 pm
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✖ ♥ ✖═════════════════════════════════════════════ anoтнer looѕe cannon gone вι-polar, ѕlιpped down, coυldn'т geт мυcн lower
qυιcĸѕand'ѕ goт no ѕenѕe oғ нυмor, ι'м ѕтιll laυgнιng lιĸe нell
yoυ тнιnĸ тнaт вy cryιng тo мe, looĸιng ѕo ѕorry, тнaт ι'м gonna вelιeve
yoυ've вeen ιnғecтed вy a ѕocιal dιѕeaѕe - well, тнen тaĸe yoυr мedιcιne═════════════════════════════════════════════
spaceOnce it seemed like the first years were all accounted for, Cal began leading them to the lake. He stopped at the shore, doing a quick headcount to make sure he hadn't lost anyone on the way. "Alright, everyone, listen up! We'll be taking the boats across the lake to the school. Each boat seats four students, and someone will have to hold the lantern. Be careful boarding, and no fooling around. I don't want to see any nonsense, and I don't think any of you want to land a detention before you even make it to the school." Knowing that there were probably at least one or two students, who'd fancy just that, Cal narrowed his eyes and crossed his arms before continuing. "Any students who think it would be funny or somehow impressive to accomplish such a task, I advise you re-evaluate your priorities. Carefully." Alright, so it paid to be intimidating sometimes. He found that, generally, he didn't have to make outright threats; his face and posture did it for him. He was pretty sure that anything the students could think of as far as a punishment would be far more severe than anything he'd actually hand out; he'd heard from his daughter a few of the ridiculous things she'd heard students gossiping about professors handing out as punishments. Where kids got these ideas, he'd never know, especially since some of them bordered on torture.
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ѕoмeнow ι'м ѕтιll нere тo eхplaιn
тнaт тнe darĸeѕт нoυr never coмeѕ ιn тнe nιgнт
yoυ can ѕleep wιтн a gυn, wнen yoυ gonna waĸe υp and ғιgнт?═════════════════════════════════════════════ wнere - Hogsmeade Station
wнen - Sept 1, 2041 - Evening
wιтн - First Year Students
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First Years should follow Cal!
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2018 8:35 pm
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And you once said, "I wish you dead, you sinner"
I'll never be more than a wolf at your door for dinner
And if I see you 'round like a ghost in my town, you liar
I'll leave with your head, oh, I'll leave you for dead, sire
And you once said, "I wish you dead, you sinner"
I'll never be more than a wolf at your door for dinner
𝙇𝘼𝙄𝙍𝙀
𝙑𝙄𝙊𝙇𝙀𝙏
𝙏𝙃𝙊𝙍𝘽𝙐𝙍𝙉
HALFBLOOD │ FIRST YEAR │ UNSORTED
Laire snorted, and said under her breath, "Mr. Murdoch," as Will went on about the 'teacher guy'. "He looks after the grounds and stuff. He doesn't teach any classes. At least, I don't think so. My sister is already here, in Ravenclaw. She likes all her professors, but she's kind of..." she struggled to find the right term for Maisie. "Bookish. I care more about Quidditch. Although Defence Against the Dark Arts should be fun. I don't know any aurors besides Matt, but my uncle's a witch watcher," she said proudly as they approached the lake shore. "Caelan Thorburn." When Laire realized they'd be traveling via the boats, she cast a somewhat skeptical, but intrigued look across the lake, and then scrambled into the nearest boat, snatching up the lantern. "Are you coming or what?"
And if I see you 'round like a ghost in my town, you liar
I'll leave with your head, oh, I'll leave you for dead, sire
You were sharp as a knife to get me
You were a wolf in the night to fetch me back
The wishes I've made are too vicious to tell
Everyone knows I am going to hell…
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2018 9:24 pm
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xx⇴ Wʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀᴍ I? Spooky Lake
xxx⇴ Wʜᴏ ɪs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ? Laire, Murdoch, and Students Galore
xxxx⇴ Wʜᴀᴛ's ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ? Preparing for Boats
xxxxx⇴ Wʜᴀᴛ'ʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs? Stupid boats
Will rolled his eyes when Laire grumbled about Murdoch's name again. He didn't particularly care, but if it would make her feel better... She spoke about his jobs, then mentioned her sister. No wonder she knew Murdoch's name. Maybe why she was so a**l about it too. She spoke about her sister, practically struggling to find words. Apparently the two were rather different. One was bookish, the other sporty... He vaguely wondered where he'd fall on that scale. He wasn't particularly bookish, but he also hated sports... hm. She mentioned her uncle, a Witch Watcher, though he didn't know any by name. "That's a neat position. I, for one, am going to try to become an auror." He nodded, looking a bit more thoughtful than grumpy. She climbed into a boat, breaking his thoughts by asking if he was joining her. "Erm, yea. I'm coming." He stepped awkwardly into the boat, wobbling a bit unsteadily as the boat bobbed at the edge of the lake.
Wᴇʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴏɴ? Yᴏᴜ ᴍᴜsᴛ ʙᴇ ᴄʀᴀᴢʏ
Tʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɪɴ'ᴛ ᴀ sɪɴɢʟᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ᴅᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ's ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ꜰᴀᴢᴇ ᴍᴇ
Yᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪᴛ's ᴀʟʟ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀ ɢᴀᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ I'ᴍ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ, ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ꜰɪɴᴅ ᴀ ᴡᴀʏ ɪɴ
Tʜᴀᴛ's ᴡʜᴀᴛ I'ᴍ sᴀʏɪɴɢ. Oʜ, ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ɢᴏ, I ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ʟᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ
Gᴇᴛ ᴏꜰꜰ, ɢᴇᴛ ᴏꜰꜰ, ɢᴇᴛ ᴏꜰꜰ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ɢᴀᴍᴇ. Gᴇᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴡᴀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ʙʀᴀɪɴ
Gᴇᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ᴏʀ ɢɪᴠᴇ ɪᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴇsᴛ sʜᴏᴛ. Yᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜɪs ᴛʀᴀɪɴ ɪs ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ᴏꜰꜰ ᴛʜɪs ᴛʀᴀᴄᴋ |
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Cinnabun Gryffie Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2018 12:07 am
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2018 6:10 am
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2018 7:25 am
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( Muggleborn ￭ Unsorted First Year ￭ Outdoors Enthusiast ) ↫xx
Breαĸ α мιrror, roll тнe dιce
Rυɴ wιтн ѕcιѕѕorѕ тнroυɢн α cнιp-pαɴ ғιreғιɢнт
Go ιɴтo вυѕιɴeѕѕ wιтн α ɢrιzzly вeαr
Bυт jυѕт doɴ'т ѕιт dowɴ 'cαυѕe I've мoved yoυr cнαιr
Fιɴd α well-ĸɴowɴ нαrd мαɴ αɴd ѕтαrт α ғιɢнт
Weαr yoυr ѕнell ѕυιт oɴ вoɴғιre ɴιɢнт
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Samuli boredly looked up to a guy greeting him, sporting a hair color something a punk parent would allow. He wanted to snark, since that was type of humor he enjoy, but refrained out of being thoughtful. "Why not?" He said, followed by a smirk to show that he wasn't being an a*****e, "Nice hair you got, by the way. D'you dyed it? Or was anime colored hair a thing among wizards?" Samuli had seen a few people in here having... er, bizarre hair colors. He wasn't sure if it was a culture thing or something anime being brought to the real world.
"Ah'm Sam," Samuli greeted with an awkward nod, wondering if there was a way to "tell something about himself". Oh wait, why not showcase his Finnish tongue? His mum had pulled that trick before in interviews. "Hyvää iltaa, or well, good evening. In Finnish. My mum's from Finland. But not me, Ah'm from Scotland. Where in the UK do you live?"
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Fιll ιɴ α cιrcυlαr нole wιтн α peɢ тнαт'ѕ ѕqυαre
Bυт jυѕт doɴ'т ѕιт dowɴ 'cαυѕe I've мoved yoυr cнαιr
Bιтe тнe lιɢнтɴιɴɢ αɴd тell мe нow ιт тαѕтeѕ
Kυɴɢ ғυ ғιɢнтιɴɢ oɴ yoυr roller ѕĸαтeѕ
Do тнe Mαcαreɴα ιɴ тнe devιl'ѕ lαιr
Bυт jυѕт doɴ'т ѕιт dowɴ 'cαυѕe I've мoved yoυr cнαιr
xxxoυт oғ cнαrαcтerxxx(( Open for Interaction ))▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
wнeɴ - Fall 2041 ↫xx
wнere - Black Lake (Boat 2/4) ↫xxxx
wιтн - Nico ↫xxxxxx
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2018 9:47 am
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2018 9:24 pm
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✖ ♥ ✖═════════════════════════════════════════════ ι ¢σмє fяσм тнє ωαтєя, ι ¢яαωℓє∂ υρσи тнє ѕнσяє
ι ℓєfт му вяσтнєяѕ тнєяє, ι gσт ωнαт ι ¢αмє fσя
ι ѕυ¢кє∂ тнαт нσт αιя ιи αи∂ яσℓℓє∂ υρσи тнє ѕαи∂
ємєяgє∂ вєиєαтн тнє ѕυи тσ вє α мαи═════════════════════════════════════════════
spaceRiddles had fallen slightly behind when walking to the lake, caught up in looking at the castle and observing everything around her. She was slightly overstimulated due to spending the day with Nico, and not paying especially close attention to where the boy got to. However, she realized as she drew near the boats that he'd gotten far enough ahead of her to claim one, already seated with another boy. She approached somewhat awkwardly, coughing slightly. "Nico? Can I join you guys, or should I find another boat?" she asked. She didn't think Nico would really mind, and so directed her question more at the other boy. She wouldn't care if she had to find another group to ride with, but she was somewhat tired and didn't want to have to do so if she didn't have to. Meeting one or two more new people wasn't as bad as meeting three. Especially since she'd already assimilated herself to Nico's exuberance.
═════════════════════════════════════════════ ι ¢σмє fяσм тнє ωαтєя, тнαт ωєяєи'т иσ єαѕу тнιиg
ιт'ѕ мσяє тнαи иαтυяє, ιт'ѕ ℓιкє му ∂єѕтιиу
ι ѕтσσ∂ υρσи тнєѕє ℓєgѕ αи∂ нєℓ∂ му нєα∂ υρ нιgн
ємєяgє∂ вєиєαтн тнє ѕυи тσ ѕтαят α иєω ℓιfє═════════════════════════════════════════════ wнere - The Lake - Boat
wнen - tSept 1, 2041 - Evening
wιтн - Nico, Sam
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2018 10:05 pm
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