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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2018 7:13 pm
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xx⤑ Wʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀᴍ I? Black Lake
xxx⤑ Wʜᴏ ɪs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ? Darn near everyone
xxxx⤑ Wʜᴀᴛ's ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ? Not really sure yet
xxxxx⤑ Wʜᴀᴛ'ʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs? Hopefully we won't be squid-bait
Aeryn laughed at Vinny's idea for dragon fighting. Vaguely, she wondered if they'd be able to be sorted if they used teamwork... Oh well, they'd probably explain the rules before they had to actually fight a dragon. Suddenly, the boats lurched forward, starting on the journey to the twinkling lights of the castle. As they glided over the water, she kept watch, trying to see the giant squid, a mermaid, or even a cool looking fish. No such luck, it seemed as the boats moved toward a dock. A small frown hit her lips, but she stood, intending on grabbing the dock. Unfortunately, it seemed Vinny had the same idea. The boat rocked hard, the girl holding her arms akimbo for whatever balance she could regain. He tried to grab her, but it sent the boat sideways, sending her (and probably him) into the chilly water. After the shock of being plunged into the lake wore off a bit, the girl kicked her feet, trying to get to the surface. It took a second, but finally she burst out into the air and gasped heavily, before trying to get water out of her eyes enough to see the blurred shape of the dock more clearly. Tonight just wasn't her night.
I ᴍᴇssᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏɴɪɢʜᴛ, I ʟᴏsᴛ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ꜰɪɢʜᴛ, I sᴛɪʟʟ ᴍᴇss ᴜᴘ ʙᴜᴛ I'ʟʟ ᴊᴜsᴛ sᴛᴀʀᴛ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ
I ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ꜰᴀʟʟɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴡɴ, I ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴏɴ ʜɪᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ. I ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ɢᴇᴛ ᴜᴘ ɴᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ sᴇᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ's ɴᴇxᴛ
Bɪʀᴅs ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴊᴜsᴛ ꜰʟʏ, ᴛʜᴇʏ ꜰᴀʟʟ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴇᴛ ᴜᴘ. Nᴏʙᴏᴅʏ ʟᴇᴀʀɴs ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ɪᴛ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ
I ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴜᴘ, ɴᴏ I ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ɢɪᴠᴇ ɪɴ 'ᴛɪʟ I ʀᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇɴ I'ʟʟ sᴛᴀʀᴛ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ
Nᴏ, I ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ, I ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ᴛʀʏ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ, I ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ᴛʀʏ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ I ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ꜰᴀɪʟ
I'ʟʟ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴏɴ ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ɴᴇᴡ ᴍɪsᴛᴀᴋᴇs, I'ʟʟ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴏɴ ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴅᴀʏ |
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Cinnabun Gryffie Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2018 8:04 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's eyes shot open when he realized he'd let himself relax too soon. A rather large boy (Cal had some guesses as to the reason for his size, not that they mattered) had some trouble getting out of his boat, and managed to send both himself and the girl who'd ridden with him toppling into the water. Cal gave himself a light shake to prepare for the cold, then dove straight in after them. He went for the girl first, seeing as she was smaller and would be easier to get out of the water. He got her wrapped up in one arm, then made their way back towards the dock and lifted her up. He was then right back out to the boy, who luckily seemed to be doing alright on his own. Still, it was Cal's job to make sure that they were safe. He helped the boy to the dock as well, and helped him up out of the water.
spaceCal climbed up after the boy, taking out his wand to dry them all off as well as help warm them back up, since the last thing he needed was a couple of kids getting sick after a dip in the lake. The nurses would have his head, especially Frida, most likely. He looked them both over carefully as he retrieved his wand. "Are you kids alright?" he asked, just in time for the deputy headmistress to arrive, all three of them still soaked to the bone.
space"Oh my God, what on Earth happened?" Amata asked, joining him with the two children, her own wand already out as well. She tutted lightly, casting the drying spell on the girl while he sighed, turning to do the same to the boy.
space"The kids took a slight tumble," he explained, then looked back at the pair. "You are both alright, aren't you? No injuries?" He certainly hoped not. He didn't know what exactly was the protocol if they had to make a detour to the Hospital Wing on their way to be sorted. Would it hold up the entire ceremony? Or would they go last? Would one of the nurses be summoned to heal them in the Great Hall, or-
spaceHe shook his head, banishing the curiosity. Amata would likely know, and would handle it, he assumed. He'd gotten them out of the water, that's what really mattered. If he needed to escort them to the Hospital Wing, so be it.
═════════════════════════════════════════════ 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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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2018 8:23 pm
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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2018 8:24 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═════════════════════════════════════════════
spaceOnce Amata and Cal had confirmed that the two children were alright, she moved to address the group at large, clapping her hands together. "Alright, everyone! Looks like we're off to an exciting start to the year. I'm Amata Harlowe, your deputy headmistress and head of Gryffindor house. I'll be taking you the rest of the way to the school and running the sorting ceremony. If you'll all follow me, we can be on our way!"
spaceShe 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, everyone! This way, stay close and don't wander off. Wouldn't want anyone to get lost, after all, I think we've had plenty of excitement for one night," she called, the last bit said with a slight chuckle. She did send a sympathetic look to the two children who'd fallen into the lake, not wanting them to worry about having caused said excitement. Meanwhile, she was just grateful that she had no idea who the two children were. She'd been half-convinced that she knew exactly where the trouble this year was going to come from. So far, she was wrong. Then again, the night was still young.
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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, 2042
wιтн - First Years
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Posted: Thu Jan 31, 2019 7:42 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, 2044 - Evening
wιтн - First Year Students
- ooc -
First Years should follow Cal!
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Posted: Thu Jan 31, 2019 8:15 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, 2044
wιтн - First Years
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Posted: Thu Jan 31, 2019 8:39 pm
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Posted: Tue Apr 30, 2019 6:42 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, 2045 - Evening
wιтн - First Year Students
- ooc -
First Years should follow Cal!
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Posted: Tue Apr 30, 2019 8:12 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, 2044
wιтн - First Years
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Posted: Wed Jul 31, 2019 6:50 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 - Boathouse
wнen - Sept 1, 2046 - Evening
wιтн - First Year Students
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First Years should follow Cal!
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Posted: Wed Jul 31, 2019 8:23 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, 2046
wιтн - First Years
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Posted: Sun Aug 25, 2019 11:13 am
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 ♪♫SONORAxxxMEYLINGxxxLI fifth year || Ravenclaw prefect || halfblood
Music club || Quidditch reserve || Dueling Club || Astronomy Club
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It was still early in winter, before the first snowfall but with a definite crisp in the air and clouds on the horizon. Sonora strung her hammock up in one of her favorite spots, a pair of trees a stone’s throw from the path down to the boathouse. Nestled cross-legged between an underquilt and blanket, Sonora herself was quite warm. But beneath her skin, Sona felt like she ad had just jumped into the Lake and was covered in rocks and seaweed. Not in the mermaid princess kind of way either, more like…a sewage monster. Not this Lake then. A very grimy and ucky sewage, and she was a very gunky sewage monster.
She’d been distracted that morning, and she didn’t like it at all. What bothered her wasn’t that she had managed to, in the same last hour, turn a disaster start into a basically prefect Drought of Peace, but then completely bloch a simple Girding Potion. What bothered her was that at the end of it all, she had pulled Kam back a bit from the group and just buried her head into his shoulder for a silent 10-count before she could remember how to smile, put whatever was actually bothering her away, and follow everyone else upstairs. She seemed perfectly fine after that. Just because she was usually good at potions didn’t mean she couldn’t mess up. But she vanished anyways after lunch, excusing herself with something vague about taking a nap.
Sona actually had meant to nap for a couple hours and then go find wherever people had gone. Instead, she had spent the time metaphorically removing the gunk: Methodically reviewing each step of each potion they’d made that morning, and reviewing what she’d done wrong, what she failed to catch, coming up with different solutions and strategies to either prevent the mistake or correct it if later caught. That had been simple and straightforward enough. Her annotated potions notes were now fluttering lightly in the gentle breeze, a symbol of her emotional cleansing. But it wasn’t the potions mistakes that clung like stench after the gunk was washed away.
It was now many more hours into the late afternoon though, and Sona was walking circles around her hammock, running through her non-practical study-guides, making up sample written exam questions and outlining what her responses to these questions might be.
_______________setting A perfect hammock spot not far from the Boathouse, early winter 2046 || with Alone.
wearing Warm enough, with Ravenclaw scarf and not heeled walking shoes || status I'm just going to keep studying. _______________//OOC: Friends referenced with permission ^_^
  
I don't quite know
How to say
How I feel
If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?
♫♪"Chasing Cars", by Snow Patrol. Cover by Caleb Hyles |
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Posted: Sun Aug 25, 2019 12:04 pm
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If we take a walk out, in the morning dew,
We can lie down, so I'm next to you,
Come inside for a little home made tea,
And if you fall asleep, at least you're next to me,
 Half-Blood │Ravenclaw Prefect │ Fifth Year Beater │ Fifteen Years Old │Editor of The Daily Dragon │Dueling Club
» Early Winter 2046 » Sona's Hammock Camp » With: Sonora
» Wearing: [x], Glasses » Status: Mildly Concerned
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It had been a few hours since Sonora had departed from the Ravenclaw Table, seeming out of sorts since their potions group study earlier that morning and mentioning something about a nap. Jonah himself had broken off from the group to spend some time in the Library, continuing to absorb as much information on Hippogriffs as humanly possible. He had been toying with the idea of what he would eventually specialize in once he pursued his dream in magizoology and was pretty sure at this point it was going to involve the migration patterns of the Hippogriff, though joining Iggy in studying dragons was pretty tempting. Something about this though, something about it just seemed fitting to him. Hippogriffs were the first creature to spark his interest, after all. It was only right.
Eventually, Jonah was plagued with the intense need to get up and move around and was forced to abandon his studies for the time being. He had climbed the tower to check on Sonora only to find that she wasn’t in her room. With a sigh Jonah made his way to his dorm to gather some supplies. ‘She’s probably got her hammock out again…’ It was nearly break, the poor girl was probably out there freezing herself. Gathering a crochet blanket made by Delia from the trunk by his bed and slinging his camera strap over his neck and shoulder, he was off on yet another adventure to track the ever elusive Sonora Li.
Sometimes Jonah wondered if they were a little too close, especially during times like these. It really had taken no time at all to find his housemate’s camp, having guessed she was bound to be by the lake where it was even cooler. Easy to fall asleep and relaxing, sure, but just as easy to catch a cold this time of year. While Jonah had been fully expecting to find her asleep, he was surprised that instead she seemed to be pacing anxiously around her hammock, jotting down notes while she walked.
“Sonora!” He called out to her once he was close enough for her to hear him. “What’re you up to?”
He stopped once by the hammock, glancing over the blankets strewn about. She’d definitely been lounging, but given the way she was moving about currently, he wasn’t sure if she had actually slept like she’d planned to. At least she’d thought to keep warm. Shifting his hold on his own blanket to one arm, he planted a hand on his hip and turned his attention to her, eyeing her warily. “I was getting worried. Everything okay?”
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I'm covered by nature, and I'm safe now,
Underneath this oak tree, with you beside me. |
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Posted: Mon Aug 26, 2019 8:40 am
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♪♫SONORAxxxMEYLINGxxxLI fifth year || Ravenclaw prefect || halfblood
Music club || Quidditch reserve || Dueling Club || Astronomy Club
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Sonora whirled when she heard her name— and knew who it was before she spotted him coming down the path. She smiled, meeting him halfway and walking the rest of the way back to the hammock camp. ”Hey Jonah! Just studying.” she gestured helpfully when they got back. ”I was thinking up sample written exam questions because I’m better at….well usually I’m better at the practical things.” She shook her head. That was not the actual stench. But it the stench was part of the group of things she was afraid of putting in words. She took a few steps away, as though she could avoid him catching on to the metaphorical smell.
“Oh, where did everyone go?” She asked innocently, but it was just buying time now, and she knew he was here because he was worried there was something up. Sonora gathered the notes on her hammock and tidied them away before sinking onto the hammock. Her hammock was a double nest, designed for two, but usually, it was just her— she just liked using the extra fabric to cocoon herself when sleeping.
When he gave her the knowing hand-on-the-hip knowing look, she started swinging a little, staring at his feet instead of facing his scrutiny. “This year just seems like a lot of studying, you know. And we know from third year that I’m not unbreakable under all that studying,” she kept her tone light, but when she looked up up, she could only remember their agreement from last year:
”So. I think we have learned that whether you’re feeling upset or frustrated or confused or crushing on your roommate, you should always tell your best friend. Promise?”
”Yeah, yeah, you got me. I promise. I'll tell you everything from here on out, okay?”
She…shouldn’t be the one to break that, especially just because she was avoiding her own thoughts. Sonora folded her arms around her notebook and sighed. ”Okay. I’m not actually upset about messing up potions. I’m upset because I was distracted the entire time, and I’m frustrated because I don’t like being distracted, especially not when I’m with Kam.”
_______________setting A perfect hammock spot not far from the Boathouse, early winter 2046 || with Jonah
wearing Warm enough, with Ravenclaw scarf and not heeled walking shoes || status Smelling like uck even if I seem clean. _______________//OOC: ---
I don't quite know
How to say
How I feel
If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?
♫♪"Chasing Cars", by Snow Patrol. Cover by Caleb Hyles |
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