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Posted: Wed May 02, 2012 6:30 pm
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2012 6:34 pm
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2012 6:37 pm
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2012 6:49 pm
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Chase Henrick ~ Unsorted ::: First Year ~ Chase contemplated for awhile, then said "That could be a possibility, considering how young kids these days love pranks." He sounded like an old turtle and even Chase knew it. But it wasn't something he could change so easily, since he never acted quite like his age. "Guess it's our responsibility to snuff out the honest ones from the... Creative ones," he said.
Responsibility, uh? Back in London, his classmates would be sitting at their desks doing homework or something of that sort. No responsibilities, just school, eat, sleep. Chase was offered freedom, an idea alien to all the eleven year olds back at his previous school. Guess he'll just work harder.
When Ariana asked her question, it hit him that he never thought about the classes he would take. All first years were required to take a total of eight classes, with the same schedule and all. "I don't know. That's why I'm planning on finding out once I've had one or two classes," he answered, "But Herbology certainly sounds interesting."
((Yes indeedy~))
"The person who tries to live alone will not succeed as a human being. His heart withers if it does not answer another heart. His mind shrinks away if he hears only the echoes of his own thoughts and finds no other inspiration." - Pearl S. Buck
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2012 6:57 pm
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2012 6:58 pm
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2012 7:27 pm
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Selene GilletteUnsorted || First Year
“Indeed it is”, Selene agreed, “But, it’s Hogwarts, it’s the best” she continued with just a bit too much pride for an eleven year-old who hadn’t even begun the term. Selene took note of the girl’s name, not certain if she’d heard it before. If Andromeda was a pureblood, with the pureblood line being stretched so thin, she might come across that name, Yarrow, again in the future. Selene liked to find every advantage possible as early on in the game as she could. She had, indeed learned her mother’s lessons well. The handshake Selene received in return from the girl didn’t surprise her as much as it impressed her, and Selene was not easily impressed. It was evident that this girl had had training on some level. Be it “pureblood etiquette” classes Selene had received from her mother at home or some formal training in a Charms school, she couldn’t be certain. She wondered if this, too, would come up later.
Selene was caught off-guard when the girl began speaking in French. She was not prepared for that, and that, to Selene was simply unacceptable. She did not speak French fluently, even if she did understand it a bit. In this small way, Selene had suddenly lost her edge. That thought brought on a short moment of panic, had Selene bitten off more than she could chew? Selene had to remain calm and use her mind. Even in what seemed a harmless conversation, having the advantage was important and she needed to find a way to get it back, or, perhaps, make it seem as if this advantage did not concern her. No, she decided, she could use this to her advantage. How could being at a disadvantage work for one’s favor? Well, if the person at the disadvantage had been taught by Irene Gillette, they would know. Moments like these, Selene was astonishingly grateful to her mother. After all, Selene’s lessons consisted of many rules and mottos. One such mottow, she recalled quite clearly. “Let your enemy believe they having something over you, then use it against them. Selene had just the thing “Yes, my Father speaks French fluently, I, unfortunately do not share that talent”, she made a dismissive motion with her hand. Admitting this weakness was hard, but she still had a few tricks up her sleeve. “I understand the language better than I speak it.” Then, in answer to Andromeda’s question about the superiority of France to England, she responded. “From what my Father tells me, it is simply beautiful.”
She wondered if France held some sort of meaning to this girl, so she gave the place this compliment in order to gage the girl’s reaction. She also, by her chosen path, was not at liberty to judge whether the girl was simply trying to be a “know it all” or if she had lapsed into French for some other reason. This was, indeed valuable information and Selene couldn’t help but feel she had made her comback.
“Of course”, Selene acknowledged. Starting the year was exciting and a little enthusiasm was to be expected, though, she remembered the gawking boy from earlier, she would never allow the excitement she felt to have her make a fool of herself. Then the girl said it, Slytherin. Those who wanted to be Slytherin knew of the secret power the house held. They knew that Salazar preferred pureblood. This was another valuable piece of information that Selene would use to inform her study of the girl. Perhaps the girl would make a worthy ally, if she could be kept in check.
“I think we agree on the value of being placed in Slytherin. I, too, have a long family history of Slytherins." In response to the comment of Slytherin being “tainted”, it seemed Selene had a lot to say "Many without a courageous bone in their body might call it a tainted house. The only thing that house is tainted with is greatness.” Selene said, again letting her pride get away with her.
Noticing the girl’s pin, and intentionally attempting to throw her off after making the mistake earlier, Selene asked her a personal question. A question, perhaps, too personal to be considered polite, but, if the girl truly had the manners Selene assumed, propriety would dictate either an answer, of a clever way to avoid answering. Watching the girl struggle would be interesting indeed.
“That a beautiful pin you are wearing”, Selene complimented first to throw her off her guard, “how did you come by it?”. Selene smiled the most innocent encouraging smile she could muster, barely containing her glee at thinking she had caught the girl in a trap.
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2012 9:29 pm
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2012 9:37 pm
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2012 10:54 pm
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Steele looked around, not really knowing anyone here. He heard names like Samuel, Katrina, or Ari, but he couldn't place these names with the right person. This was very new to him, being muggle-born and all. Steele just really hoped that he could make friends with someone, or he might as well kiss his enjoyment goodbye. He then looked forward, wondering if anyone would come up to him, rather than him going up to them. He would surely talk to the first person, but no one probably knew that.
Steele was honestly confused. What were they about to do? Why is everyone so excited? The more these questions flashed in and out of his head, the more and more he stared in wonder. He wished someone would just explain to him this opening ceremony, but he didn't know how to ask without making himself feel like an idiot. Now, all he could do was wait...wait for his fate to bring him to the right place. Steele just wished that he knew he was a wizard from day 1, for all his training in lacrosse has gone to waste. He only wished he knew that earlier.
(Sorry guys...better posts and post layout coming...using my phone at moment xD)
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2012 10:58 pm
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2012 11:18 pm
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Posted: Thu May 03, 2012 1:51 am
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Posted: Thu May 03, 2012 4:51 am
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