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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 7:24 pm
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Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2012 2:50 pm
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Sparrow sat silently on the ground near the white tomb. She held no interest in the dead but knew the man inside it was important. Dumbledore, her aunt talked about him all the time. Sparrow always thought it was odd- every time she got one of his cards it would wave once and then she'd never see him again. It was why she liked pictures which didn't move more. Well... one of the reasons.
She hummed softly and began to stack small sticks into a tower. Nary a worry in the world."Did you ever feel homesick, Mr. Dumbledore," she asked the tomb softly. "I do. All the time. This place is so lonely... even with people like me." She sighed, weaving a roof out of flowers, "I've met a few people, but... everyone sees so distant and out of reach. So caught up in their blood or sadness. I just don't understand it. Maybe I should have just stayed at home with Aunt Julia?" She sighed, blowing her bangs from her face, "What do you think, Mr. Dumbledore?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2012 1:53 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 03, 2012 12:22 pm
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Posted: Thu Feb 14, 2013 7:13 pm
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Posted: Thu Feb 14, 2013 8:21 pm
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ℋeather ℋawthorn❀ℋufflepuff ℭaptain and ℬeater❀ ❀ℱourth ϒear❀ ℋalf~ℬlood❀Heather and .....?Sehzaℋeather wandered along her way, wrapped up in a blanket that masked her against the darkness. Sehza sat upon her shoulder, however, giving her a brightly colored indicator of her presence. The blonde gazed up at the night sky, at the stars that floated above her. It was as if they were taunting her, saying "Look how high up we are. We're thousands of miles away from where you are. And you'll never be able to reach us." Heather nodded, knowing the stars were correct in their mocking. Suddenly, Sehza leaped off of her perch on her owner's shoulder and flew away. "Sehza! Get back here!" Heather called out in a combination between a shout and a whisper. The bird flew towards the White Tomb, and the girl followed in quick pursuit. Once there, she saw a light, and a face. "Caitlin?" Realizing that it might be kind of scary to hear a random voice in the darkness, Heather pulled out her wand. "Lumos." The tip lit up with a bright, white light. She continued. "Uhh, hey. What are you doing out here so late?" she asked. Sehza, satisfied in her person-finding skills, returned to Heather's shoulder and held her head up high.
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Posted: Fri Feb 15, 2013 5:38 am
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Posted: Fri Feb 15, 2013 11:25 am
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Posted: Fri Feb 15, 2013 4:36 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 26, 2013 7:25 pm
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Wed Mar 27, 2013 8:12 am
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When WE first came HERE, We were COLD and we were CLEAR, With no COLORS on our SKIN, We were LIGHT and PAPER THIN. And when WE first came HERE, We were COLD and we were CLEAR, With no COLORS on our SKIN, 'Till YOU let the SPECTRUM in.
Say my name: And every color illuminates: We are shining: And we'll never be afraid again:
N E W L Y N T A R A V A S S
B L O O D T R A I T O R | H U F F L E P U F F | S E C O N D Y E A R |
Newlyn leaned against the tomb, staring up at the sky. She didn't feel like drawing, or playing the piano today, and her classes had ended for the day as well. She could be doing her homework, but she honestly didn't have that much as the year was drawing to a close. The summer was looming ahead like a menacing storm cloud, and she really, really, didn't want to go home. Home to her father and his alternating cold silence or burning angry outbursts, home to Elsie and her constant need for affection and attention, and her ceaseless questions, and home to Morven, with her abrupt mood swings and spoiled ways. She loved her sisters, she really did, but she was so tired of being both mother and father to them, of being the one in charge, the one who had it all under control. Because she really didn't. Her father could leave one day and never return, or he could start hurting them, or she could die like her mother had and leave them all alone. And what would they do then? They were clever, yes, but they were children who needed someone to take care of them. And that someone was always her. She'd sacrificed her childhood to let them have theirs and once in a while she did feel bitter about it. It was in times like these, more than ever, that she wished her mother was still alive. She traced patterns on the marble of the tomb with her finger, and sighed. "I guess I shouldn't be complaining, right Professor? I'm happy here. I have Chloe, and Charlotte, and Jay. I have my music and my art. I just...really wish she was here," Newlyn whispered the last part and wiped away the tears forming in her eyes. It was a beautiful day. She wasn't going to ruin it by crying.
M A T U R I T Y is only achieved when one accepts L I F E as full of T E N S I O N.
And when we COME for YOU, We'll be DRESSED up all in BLUE, With the OCEAN in our ARMS, Kissing EYES and kissing PALMS. And when it's TIME to PRAY, We'll be DRESSED up all in GREY, With METAL on our TONGUES, And SILVER in our LUNGS.
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Posted: Wed Mar 27, 2013 9:23 pm
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Jayden Michael Cloud
Mood: Happy What I am doing: Consoling Newlyn What I want to be doing: Nothing Else
Jayden had been standing behind her when she had said that. He soon felt great sympathy in them and all he wanted to do was console her. She didn't deserve to be motherless. She was too great of a girl for that; yet, her mother was taken away from her early. He hoped that maybe someday she'll find that motherly figure to talk to about things, but for now, he will make due with consoling her. He went up behind her and wrapped his arm around her small waist.
"Newlyn, she is here. With us as we speak. She's watching us from a better place. Wherever she may be, she is. She loves you Newlyn...just like...I do," he said to her, realizing the severity of what he had just said. Sure, he did love her, but he wasn't sure if it escalated to that level yet. But he felt that it was soon. They have been dating for just about 11 months and 20 days. There year anniversary was coming up and he couldn't believe it. He still had yet to get her something. To be fair, he had little resources to get anything; so he will probably have her wait till they get back. He was glad that it was going to be better with the age status soon. It doesn't sound right that a fourth year was going out with a first year, or and fifth year dating a second. It sounded weird to him, but a sixth dating a third sounded much better. So he was glad time was progressing.
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Thu Mar 28, 2013 8:01 am
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When WE first came HERE, We were COLD and we were CLEAR, With no COLORS on our SKIN, We were LIGHT and PAPER THIN. And when WE first came HERE, We were COLD and we were CLEAR, With no COLORS on our SKIN, 'Till YOU let the SPECTRUM in.
Say my name: Grieving And every color illuminates: I finally told him... We are shining: Jay And we'll never be afraid again: White Tomb
N E W L Y N T A R A V A S S
B L O O D T R A I T O R | H U F F L E P U F F | S E C O N D Y E A R |
Newlyn gasped a little, having not realized her boyfriend was behind her. She was tense for a moment before she allowed herself to relax into his arms. "I know," she said quietly. "But you don't understand. It's- It's my fault she's dead." There. She had said it. Finally. It was out. It had been like ripping off a band-aid; if she said it fast enough, it didn't hurt. But what was he going to think? He knew her as sweet, loving little Newlyn, Newlyn who would never hurt a fly and always had a kind word to say. But she was more than that. Past the soft smile, and the bright blue eyes, there was a mixture of grief, and hate, and an aching inside that never fully went away. She wanted it to go away. But it just wouldn't.
M A T U R I T Y is only achieved when one accepts L I F E as full of T E N S I O N.
And when we COME for YOU, We'll be DRESSED up all in BLUE, With the OCEAN in our ARMS, Kissing EYES and kissing PALMS. And when it's TIME to PRAY, We'll be DRESSED up all in GREY, With METAL on our TONGUES, And SILVER in our LUNGS.
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Posted: Fri Mar 29, 2013 10:42 pm
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