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Posted: Mon Jun 04, 2012 3:42 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 04, 2012 10:32 pm
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Claire LunetteDivinations Professor
Claire thought that she heard footsteps, but she wasn't sure. She held still, waiting to see if a sound would come from the entrance. Sure enough, there was. It did not sound like a threat, but instead, there was a voice that sounded like another professor.
Holding out her wand, she pointed it towards the ground. "Lumos," she said, and light had appeared from the tip of her wand. She looked at who had confronted her and gave a small smile. Looking at him, she thought that he was cute, but of course, all the cute ones were younger.
"I see you know French?" she asked, "Je m'appelle Claire Lunette. You are?" she asked, slightly stern, but playful. It was bugging her. She knew that she had seen him around, she just didn't know where or even what subject she taught. But of course, she wasn't going to ask.
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Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2012 1:44 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2012 7:28 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2012 9:13 pm
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Claire LunetteDivinations Professor
Claire raised her eyebrows at his correct guess. "You're very good," she said, and walked slightly away towards the middle of the Viaduct. She swayed ever so gracefully and looked back at him. He asked her what he was thinking right then and there, and she playfully smiled. "Are you being stereotypical, Mr. Moreau? Surely you know the difference between those who practice Divination and Seers."
She sighed, knowing that with his question, he was like all normal magical beings. They always had a joke with those who study Divination. At first when she was younger, it was considered comical, but now at her age it was slightly irritating. However, she just met him. Maybe he was a little bit more mature than what he puts himself out to be.
"What got you into teaching, Professor?" she asked, straying away from her subject.
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Posted: Thu Jun 07, 2012 4:01 pm
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Sat Jun 15, 2013 8:04 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 24, 2013 3:09 pm
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❝And all the roads we have to walk are winding; And all the lights that lead us there are blinding❞
❝There are many things that I would like to say to you, but I don't know how❞
❝Because maybe, you're gonna be the one that saves me; And after all, you're my wonderwall❞
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Hᴇᴀᴛʜᴇʀ Sᴛᴇᴠɪᴀ Hᴀᴡᴛʜᴏʀɴ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Fɪғᴛʜ Yᴇᴀʀ ▬▬▬ Hᴜғғʟᴇᴘᴜғғ ▬▬▬ Hᴀʟғʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ▬▬▬ ▬▬▬ Bᴇᴀᴛᴇʀ ▬▬▬ Qᴜɪᴅᴅɪᴛᴄʜ Cᴀᴘᴛᴀɪɴ ▬▬▬ ▬▬▬ Jᴜsᴛ Mᴇ Aɴᴅ Mʏ Lᴏᴠᴇ ▬▬▬
❝Today is gonna be the day that they're gonna throw it back to you By now you should've somehow realized what you gotta do I don't believe that anybody feels the way I do about you now❞ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
Hᴇᴀᴛʜᴇʀ waited on the Viaduct, leaning against the chilling stone bridge. She was to meet her sister here today, before the brunette had to go into the woods for her... condition. Of course, her hair was still neon green, which meant attempting to surprise her sister was out of the question. In fact, she had gotten used to it, and even her attire for the day matched it. Fishnet gloves of pink covered the Beater's lean arms as she ran a hand through her hair. It was growing too. That was good. "Where is she..." Heather held one hand behind her back, gripping the present she had gotten for her precious sister. She hoped that the girl hadn't forgotten about their meeting. It was a special day, your sixteenth birthday. The teen remembered hers well. Lunch with Remy and Romy, and an evening study date with Chase in the library. It had been magical, for such an ordinary sounding day. Now she just had to make sure her sister's big day was just as, if not more, special. A shrill cry filled the teen's ears, and she turned to see Sehza gliding through the air, her crimson, golden, orange, and occasional pink feathers glowing in the sunlight. A perfect day for a birthday surprise. Now all she was missing was the birthday girl.
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ❝Backbeat, the word was on the street that the fire in your heart is out I'm sure you've heard it all before but you never really had a doubt I don't believe that anybody feels the way I do about you now❞
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Cinnabun Gryffie Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Jun 24, 2013 3:26 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 13, 2013 12:08 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 20, 2013 9:37 pm
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✿ Heart beats fast. Colors and promises. How to be brave? How can I love when I'm afraid to fall? ✿ ✿ But watching you stand alone, all of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow. One step closer... ✿
Iris sat on the edge of the Viaduct, her back pressed against the cold stone pillar behind her. Her sketchbook was propped up on her legs as she plucked a piece of charcoal from her tin. Her hands slowly moved the pastel across the page, the permanent strokes of dark color staining the paper. She found interest in this place. The deep cavern beneath her held so many sharp edges that were perfect for a charcoal pastel drawing. There were boulders of great sizes, pointed spikes, and even small crevices that created such a unique scenery. It was too good to pass up, especially for her. And to add to all of that, it was quiet, and hardly anyone came this way around this time. Well, it was complicated. Iris only enjoyed the silence because she didn't have anyone else to talk to, and she wasn't very good at talking to people anyways. On the other hand, she longed for her friends to spend time with her, just like they used to. Unfortunately, over the years, their little group had broken up. Jared was gone, Jacob had his Quidditch thing to deal with, Night was off doing whatever it was that he did, and Autumn was... Autumn. That left her, a sad and lonely Iris, all alone. She paused, looking away from her sketchbook and down at the cavern below her. 'I wonder what would happen if I just... jumped.'
✿ I have died everyday waiting for you. Darling, don't be afraid I have loved you ✿ For a thousand years. I'll love you for a thousand more...
{ooc: feel free to bother her. o 3 o}
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