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╓xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
xx» wнere «xx
xxxHogsmeade Station
xxxxxxxx» wιтн «xx
xxxxxxxxxFirst Years
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx» ғeelιng «xx
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxCalm
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anoтнer looѕe cannon gone вι-polar, ѕlιpped down, coυldn'т geт мυcн lowerxxxxxxxxxxxx
qυιcĸѕand'ѕ goт no ѕenѕe oғ нυмor, ι'м ѕтιll laυgнιng lιĸe нellxxxxxxxxx
yoυ тнιnĸ тнaт вy cryιng тo мe, looĸιng ѕo ѕorry, тнaт ι'м gonna вelιevexxxxxx
yoυ've вeen ιnғecтed вy a ѕocιal dιѕeaѕe - well, тнen тaĸe yoυr мedιcιnexxx
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spaceCal was pleased when, unlike some years, the trip to the boathouse went smoothly. There were no surprise visits from mermaids or the giant squid, no fighting from what he could see. It'd been nice and calm. When they docked at the boathouse, he stood, carefully got off his own boat, then called out, "Alright, everyone. We'll be waiting here until the deputy headmistress arrives to take you to the castle. Everyone be careful getting onto the docks, and if you need help, don't hesitate to ask." He stepped out of the way, and into a position where he had a good line of sight on all the students, in case anyone needed help and were unable to ask, such as if they very suddenly tripped and started to fall in the lake.
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xxxι creaтed тнe ѕoυnd oғ мadneѕѕ, wroтe тнe вooĸ on paιn
xxxxxxѕoмeнow ι'м ѕтιll нere тo eхplaιn
xxxxxxxxxтнaт тнe darĸeѕт нoυr never coмeѕ ιn тнe nιgнт
xxxxxxxxxxxxyoυ can ѕleep wιтн a gυn, wнen yoυ gonna waĸe υp and ғιgнт?
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Posted: Tue Oct 31, 2017 5:55 am
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Posted: Tue Oct 31, 2017 9:55 am
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( Scottish Muggleborn ￭ First Year Unsorted ) ↫
I'м α яεcкlεѕѕ мιѕтαкε, I'м α cσld иιgнт'ѕ ιитαкε
I'м α σиε иιgнт тσσ lσиg, I'ммα cσмε σи тσσ ѕтяσиg
All мч lιƒε I'νε вεεи lινιиg ιи тнε ƒαѕт lαиε
Cαи'т ѕlσω dσωи, I'м α яσllιи' ƒяειgнт тяαιи
Oиε мσяε тιмε gσттα ѕтαят αll σνεя! Cαи'т ѕlσω dσωи, I'м α lσиε яεd яσνεя
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ❖ π ♫ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
Edgar's boat ride had been uneventful and strangely quiet, mainly because he happened to be surrounded by shy types. But he wasn't really complaining, it's not a big deal if he's going to have more time making friends in the Feast. He flicked his soaked hand after spending a good amount of time playing with the water by submerging his hand and letting it make the waves in the boat. He got off the boat carefully to catch up with the crowd until encountering a dark-haired boy, who ran as soon as they reached land, which made the Scot boy's head tilt in curiosity. He looked scared and Edgar assumed that he might was well be scared to hell of being alone. He took a sigh and jogged to his yearmate, giving him a simple wave. "You okay, mate?" Edgar asked sincerely with a very noticeable Scottish accent, "Did uh... did something bad happened?"
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I'ммα нσld мч cαяdѕ clσѕε, I'ммα ωяεcк ωнαт I lσνε мσѕт
I'м α ƒιяѕт-clαѕѕ lεт-dσωи, I'м α "ѕнυт υρ, ѕιт dσωи"
I αм α нεαd cαѕε; I αм тнε cσlσя σƒ вσσм-
Tнαт'ѕ иενεя αяяινιиg αиd чσυ αяε тнε ραч яαιѕε-
Alωαчѕ α тσυcн συт σƒ νιεω αиd I αм тнε cσlσя σƒ вσσм
xxxoυт oғ cнαrαcтerxxx((ooc))▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
wнeɴ - Sorting Feast 2039 ↫xx
wнere - Boathouse ↫xxxx
wιтн - Felix ↫xxxxxx
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Posted: Tue Oct 31, 2017 11:18 am
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╓xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
xx» wнere «xx
xxxBoathouse-> Antechamber
xxxxxxxx» wιтн «xx
xxxxxxxxxFirst Years
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx» ғeelιng «xx
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxCalm
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ιf уσυ ωєяє fαℓℓιиg, тнєи ι ωσυℓ∂ ¢αт¢н уσυxxxxxxxxxxxx
уσυ иєє∂ α ℓιgнт, ι'∂ fιи∂ α мαт¢нxxxxxxxxx
'¢αυѕє ι ℓσνє тнє ωαу уσυ ѕαу gσσ∂ мσяиιиgxxxxxx
αи∂ уσυ тαкє мє тнє ωαу ι αмxxx
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spaceAmata made her way down to the boathouse to collect the first years from Callum. She swore, each Summer holiday seemed shorter than the one before it. It certainly didn't feel like it'd been an entire year since she'd last done this.
spaceBy the time she entered, she was sure they'd all been waiting, so she figured there was no sense in wasting anytime. "Hello, first years! I'm Professor Harlowe, Deputy Headmistress and Gryffindor Head of House! I'll be taking you to the school and running the sorting ceremony. If you'll all follow me, we can get that underway." She exited the boathouse, pausing by the door to let the children exit. She wanted to make sure she didn't lose anyone. Once it looked like they were all outside, she gestured towards the castle. "Alright, this way, everyone! Stay with the group, please, we don't want anyone getting lost." She resisted the urge to joke/instill the fear that if they wandered off, they'd miss the sorting and be houseless. It'd be mean. She wasn't allowed to do that sort of thing. At least, she didn't think so. Timothy probably wouldn't find it half as funny as she did.
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xxxι'∂ вυу уσυ яσgαιиє ωнєи уσυ ѕтαят ℓσѕιиg αℓℓ уσυя нαιя
xxxxxxѕєω σи ραт¢нєѕ тσ αℓℓ уσυ тєαя
xxxxxxxxx'¢αυѕє ι ℓσνє уσυ мσяє тнαи ι ¢συℓ∂ єνєя ρяσмιѕє
xxxxxxxxxxxxαи∂ уσυ тαкє мє тнє ωαу ι αм
 »» ╳ ♥ ╳ ««xxoυт oғ cнaracтerxx- - -
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Posted: Tue Oct 31, 2017 12:08 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 31, 2017 10:43 pm
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( Scottish Muggleborn ￭ First Year Unsorted ) ↫
I'м α яεcкlεѕѕ мιѕтαкε, I'м α cσld иιgнт'ѕ ιитαкε
I'м α σиε иιgнт тσσ lσиg, I'ммα cσмε σи тσσ ѕтяσиg
All мч lιƒε I'νε вεεи lινιиg ιи тнε ƒαѕт lαиε
Cαи'т ѕlσω dσωи, I'м α яσllιи' ƒяειgнт тяαιи
Oиε мσяε тιмε gσттα ѕтαят αll σνεя! Cαи'т ѕlσω dσωи, I'м α lσиε яεd яσνεя
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ❖ π ♫ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
Edgar's face winced in concern when the boy admitted that he was not a fan of boats and lakes. Maybe seasick... or lake-sick? He wasn't sure, all he knew that there were people who have different kinds of fears- some weirder than the others. That didn't mean that Edgar will say anything about it, he knew better than making the other guy miserable for something like that. "I see... But if it helps, my uncle told me that this only happens to newcomers. We won't be doing something like this next year." He gave him an awkwardly encouraging smile, wondering if the guy was Muggleborn. Well sure, Edgar was actually a muggleborn through and through, he just didn't act all nervous because his dad was one... and his Uncle Robin... and Oscar, apparently. "Name's Edgar. But just call me Eddie." He said as he proceeded to walk alongside Fellix when a teacher came to lead the way. "Are you new to the whole wizarding schtick, by the way? 'Cause tha's okay, you're actually free to ask questions."
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I'ммα нσld мч cαяdѕ clσѕε, I'ммα ωяεcк ωнαт I lσνε мσѕт
I'м α ƒιяѕт-clαѕѕ lεт-dσωи, I'м α "ѕнυт υρ, ѕιт dσωи"
I αм α нεαd cαѕε; I αм тнε cσlσя σƒ вσσм-
Tнαт'ѕ иενεя αяяινιиg αиd чσυ αяε тнε ραч яαιѕε-
Alωαчѕ α тσυcн συт σƒ νιεω αиd I αм тнε cσlσя σƒ вσσм
xxxoυт oғ cнαrαcтerxxx((ooc))▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
wнeɴ - Sorting Feast 2039 ↫xx
wнere - Boathouse ↫xxxx
wιтн - Felix ↫xxxxxx
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Posted: Wed Jan 31, 2018 8:58 am
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╓xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
xx» wнere «xx
xxxHogsmeade Station
xxxxxxxx» wιтн «xx
xxxxxxxxxFirst Years
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx» ғeelιng «xx
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxCalm
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anoтнer looѕe cannon gone вι-polar, ѕlιpped down, coυldn'т geт мυcн lowerxxxxxxxxxxxx
qυιcĸѕand'ѕ goт no ѕenѕe oғ нυмor, ι'м ѕтιll laυgнιng lιĸe нellxxxxxxxxx
yoυ тнιnĸ тнaт вy cryιng тo мe, looĸιng ѕo ѕorry, тнaт ι'м gonna вelιevexxxxxx
yoυ've вeen ιnғecтed вy a ѕocιal dιѕeaѕe - well, тнen тaĸe yoυr мedιcιnexxx
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spaceCal was pleased when, unlike some years, the trip to the boathouse went smoothly. There were no surprise visits from mermaids or the giant squid, no fighting from what he could see. It'd been nice and calm. When they docked at the boathouse, he stood, carefully got off his own boat, then called out, "Alright, everyone. We'll be waiting here until the deputy headmistress arrives to take you to the castle. Everyone be careful getting onto the docks, and if you need help, don't hesitate to ask." He stepped out of the way, and into a position where he had a good line of sight on all the students, in case anyone needed help and were unable to ask, such as if they very suddenly tripped and started to fall in the lake.
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xxxι creaтed тнe ѕoυnd oғ мadneѕѕ, wroтe тнe вooĸ on paιn
xxxxxxѕoмeнow ι'м ѕтιll нere тo eхplaιn
xxxxxxxxxтнaт тнe darĸeѕт нoυr never coмeѕ ιn тнe nιgнт
xxxxxxxxxxxxyoυ can ѕleep wιтн a gυn, wнen yoυ gonna waĸe υp and ғιgнт?
»» ╳ ♥ ╳ ««xxoυт oғ cнaracтerxx- - -
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Posted: Wed Jan 31, 2018 2:22 pm
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Katya Patrovna
Unsorted │ First Year │ Eleven Years Old │ Single
If there were any creatures in the depths of the seemingly inky black waters, Katya saw nary a trace of them, which was probably a good thing in her mind. Still the highlight of the cruise was getting the chance to see the castle in all its glory, with its lights glowing warmly and invitingly. After sliding into the boathouse, Katya set the lantern down where she'd found it, and carefully climbed out of the boat.
Waiting to be taken up to the castle, Katya wondered silently if Faina was already up there. Maybe they seated all the older kids first, before bringing the new kids in. She also wondered about this test, as Faina told her nothing about the Sorting, and rather hoped it wouldn't be in front of all the other kids and the teachers. Katya didn't want to embarrass her sister or somehow screw up in front of everybody. It didn't help she was a bit cold and a little bit hungry, and she wished somebody would say something to her to give her something else to focus on while they waited.
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 4:49 pm
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xx⇴ Wʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀᴍ I? Spooky Lake
xxx⇴ Wʜᴏ ɪs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ? Will & Jack and Cian
xxxx⇴ Wʜᴀᴛ's ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ? Preparing for Sorting
xxxxx⇴ Wʜᴀᴛ'ʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs? This place is giant!
London grinned when his cousins ribbed him about being family. Of course he knew they were family. Sometimes they seemed to be the only ones that related to him at all! When the blonde kid introduced himself, the curly-headed preteen spoke up. "Ey, it's nice ta meetcha. I would've been on the train, buuuuuuuuut my pregnant aunt was crying and wouldn't let us go. By the time we made it to the platform, the train was already leaving. So we came to Hogsmeade instead." He grinned, hoping his luggage would all make it to the castle. Eh, that was his parents' job, not his.
For now, he had to focus on sorting and not tumbling out of this rickety a** boat. When they got close enough to see the castle in full, he couldn't help but gasp a bit. His mum hadn't been kidding when she said it was massive. That was home for the next seven years... which suddenly seemed a lot longer to the boy. The longest he'd ever been away from his parents was a week, and now he was about to go several months without them. Not that he cared... of course. He was more concerned by how much they'd miss him.... Luckily none of the other boys could read his mind. When they reached the boathouse, Londy climbed out after Cian, then looked up at the school. Their sorting would be soon, but no one in his giant family would tell him what was supposed to happen, saying it'd ruin the magic (after which Milo laughed for a solid ten minutes at his pun). London cracked his biggest grin, looking at the others with all the excitement he could muster.
Aɴᴅ I ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ sᴛᴏᴘ 'ᴛɪʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴋɴᴏᴡs ᴍʏ ɴᴀᴍᴇ 'ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ I ᴡᴀs ᴏɴʟʏ ʙᴏʀɴ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ᴍʏ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍs
Uɴᴛɪʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍᴇ, ᴀs ʟᴏɴɢ ᴀs ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ's ᴀ ʟɪɢʜᴛ, ᴍʏ sʜᴀᴅᴏᴡ's ᴏᴠᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ, 'ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ I, I ᴀᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴘᴘᴏsɪᴛᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴀᴍɴᴇsɪᴀ
Aɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴀ ᴄʜᴇʀʀʏ ʙʟᴏssᴏᴍ. Yᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙʟᴏᴏᴍ. Yᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴏᴋ sᴏ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ, ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɢᴏɴᴇ sᴏ sᴏᴏɴ
Sᴏᴍᴇ ʟᴇɢᴇɴᴅs ᴀʀᴇ ᴛᴏʟᴅ, sᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴜʀɴ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴜsᴛ ᴏʀ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏʟᴅ
Bᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴍᴇ! Rᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴍᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴄᴇɴᴛᴜʀɪᴇs
Aɴᴅ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ᴍɪsᴛᴀᴋᴇ ɪs ᴀʟʟ ɪᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ. Wᴇ'ʟʟ ɢᴏ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ɪɴ ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ
Rᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴍᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴄᴇɴᴛᴜʀɪᴇs
Wᴇ'ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ʜᴇʀᴇ ꜰᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇʀᴇ's ᴛʜᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴢᴇɴ ᴘʀᴏᴏꜰ
I ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ sᴄʀᴇᴀᴍ ꜰᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ. Wᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏɪsᴏɴᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜᴛʜ |
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Cinnabun Gryffie Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Jan 31, 2018 9:01 pm
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✖ ♥ ✖═════════════════════════════════════════════ ιf уσυ ωєяє fαℓℓιиg, тнєи ι ωσυℓ∂ ¢αт¢н уσυ
уσυ иєє∂ α ℓιgнт, ι'∂ fιи∂ α мαт¢н
'¢αυѕє ι ℓσνє тнє ωαу уσυ ѕαу gσσ∂ мσяиιиg
αи∂ уσυ тαкє мє тнє ωαу ι αм═════════════════════════════════════════════
spaceAmata made her way down to the boathouse to collect the first years from Callum. She swore, each Summer holiday seemed shorter than the one before it. It certainly didn't feel like it'd been an entire year since she'd last done this.
spaceBy the time she entered, she was sure they'd all been waiting, so she figured there was no sense in wasting anytime. "Hello, first years! I'm Professor Harlowe, Deputy Headmistress and Gryffindor Head of House! I'll be taking you to the school and running the sorting ceremony. If you'll all follow me, we can get that underway." She exited the boathouse, pausing by the door to let the children exit. She wanted to make sure she didn't lose anyone. Once it looked like they were all outside, she gestured towards the castle. "Alright, this way, everyone! Stay with the group, please, we don't want anyone getting lost." She resisted the urge to joke/instill the fear that if they wandered off, they'd miss the sorting and be houseless. It'd be mean. She wasn't allowed to do that sort of thing. At least, she didn't think so. Timothy probably wouldn't find it half as funny as she did.
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ι'∂ вυу уσυ яσgαιиє ωнєи уσυ ѕтαят ℓσѕιиg αℓℓ уσυя нαιя
ѕєω σи ραт¢нєѕ тσ αℓℓ уσυ тєαя
'¢αυѕє ι ℓσνє уσυ мσяє тнαи ι ¢συℓ∂ єνєя ρяσмιѕє
αи∂ уσυ тαкє мє тнє ωαу ι αм
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wнere - Boathouse
wнen - September 1,2040
wιтн - First Years
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Posted: Wed Jan 31, 2018 11:25 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2018 8:59 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═════════════════════════════════════════════
spaceCal was pleased when, unlike some years, the trip to the boathouse went smoothly. There were no surprise visits from mermaids or the giant squid, no fighting from what he could see. It'd been nice and calm. When they docked at the boathouse, he stood, carefully got off his own boat, then called out, "Alright, everyone. We'll be waiting here until the deputy headmistress arrives to take you to the castle. Everyone be careful getting onto the docks, and if you need help, don't hesitate to ask." He stepped out of the way, and into a position where he had a good line of sight on all the students, in case anyone needed help and were unable to ask, such as if they very suddenly tripped and started to fall in the lake.
═════════════════════════════════════════════ ι creaтed тнe ѕoυnd oғ мadneѕѕ, wroтe тнe вooĸ on paιn
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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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2018 9:25 pm
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✖ ♥ ✖═════════════════════════════════════════════ ιf уσυ ωєяє fαℓℓιиg, тнєи ι ωσυℓ∂ ¢αт¢н уσυ
уσυ иєє∂ α ℓιgнт, ι'∂ fιи∂ α мαт¢н
'¢αυѕє ι ℓσνє тнє ωαу уσυ ѕαу gσσ∂ мσяиιиg
αи∂ уσυ тαкє мє тнє ωαу ι αм═════════════════════════════════════════════
spaceAmata made her way down to the boathouse to collect the first years from Callum. She swore, each Summer holiday seemed shorter than the one before it. It certainly didn't feel like it'd been an entire year since she'd last done this.
spaceBy the time she entered, she was sure they'd all been waiting, so she figured there was no sense in wasting anytime. "Hello, first years! I'm Professor Harlowe, Deputy Headmistress and Gryffindor Head of House! I'll be taking you to the school and running the sorting ceremony. If you'll all follow me, we can get that underway." She exited the boathouse, pausing by the door to let the children exit. She wanted to make sure she didn't lose anyone. Once it looked like they were all outside, she gestured towards the castle. "Alright, this way, everyone! Stay with the group, please, we don't want anyone getting lost." She resisted the urge to joke/instill the fear that if they wandered off, they'd miss the sorting and be houseless. It'd be mean. She wasn't allowed to do that sort of thing. At least, she didn't think so. Timothy probably wouldn't find it half as funny as she did.
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ι'∂ вυу уσυ яσgαιиє ωнєи уσυ ѕтαят ℓσѕιиg αℓℓ уσυя нαιя
ѕєω σи ραт¢нєѕ тσ αℓℓ уσυ тєαя
'¢αυѕє ι ℓσνє уσυ мσяє тнαи ι ¢συℓ∂ єνєя ρяσмιѕє
αи∂ уσυ тαкє мє тнє ωαу ι αм
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wнere - Boathouse
wнen - September 1, 2041
wιтн - First Years
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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2018 6:34 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═════════════════════════════════════════════
spaceCal was pleased when, unlike some years, the trip to the boathouse went smoothly. There were no surprise visits from mermaids or the giant squid, no fighting from what he could see. It'd been nice and calm. When they docked at the boathouse, he stood, carefully got off his own boat, then called out, "Alright, everyone. We'll be waiting here until the deputy headmistress arrives to take you to the castle. Everyone be careful getting onto the docks, and if you need help, don't hesitate to ask." He stepped out of the way, and into a position where he had a good line of sight on all the students, in case anyone needed help and were unable to ask, such as if they very suddenly tripped and started to fall in the lake.
═════════════════════════════════════════════ ι creaтed тнe ѕoυnd oғ мadneѕѕ, wroтe тнe вooĸ on paιn
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, 2042 - Evening
wιтн - First Year Students
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First Years should follow Cal!
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