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 Posted: Tue Nov 19, 2013 10:21 pm
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 Amata is...spacespacespacespace CURRENTLY // Looking Mirthful in the Stone Circlespace
CURRENTLY // fancying Grayson Powellspaces
CURRENTLY WITH // No onespacesp
CURRENTLY FEELING // Merryspacespa
CURRENTLY THINKING // 'Oh, I just love this time of year...' spacespac დ დ დ The rain is fallin' on my windowpanes
But we are hiding in a safer place. დ დ დ ═════════════════════════════════════════════════
Amata was bundled up, nice and warm, for the cold weather. She could see the heat from her breath fogging the air every time she exhaled, and felt her cheeks growing pink against the light, chilly breeze. Her steps crunched through the snow, and she couldn't keep the smile from her face. She loved this time of year; there was something just so beautiful about it! The way that snow could blanket the earth, make it sparkle and glisten under the sun, like glitter. And the way the ice spread across every surface, making them shine, frosting them with beautiful, delicate patterns, like nature's lace. She spun a little, smiling widely and giggling to herself. This time of year always brought out her inner child. She'd always loved it. Her fondest memories were going outside with her father, building snowmen and forts, having snowball fights... and huddling inside next to the fire later, defrosting their toes and sipping homemade hot chocolate. Her eyes sparkled at the memory, and she, in an impish, impulsive moment, started collecting snow, making snowballs... she wasn't sure who on Earth she'd throw them at. Maybe a few of her older students. Damien and Marina would probably enjoy a brief snowball fight. She wasn't sure if that was inappropriate, her throwing snowballs with her students, but then, they were almost adults... and she was just reaffirming a good relationship with the pair. Given how distant she'd been last term, it could only be a good thing, right? A small, playful part of her mind was hoping that perhaps a certain someone would happen by... she had a hard time imagining him participating, but then, how was she to know if she didn't try?
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დ დ დ Under covers staying safe and warm
You give me feelings that I adore. დ დ დ
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Posted: Sat Nov 23, 2013 11:08 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 23, 2013 11:29 pm
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Amata is...spacespacespacespace CURRENTLY // Looking Mirthful in the Stone Circlespace
CURRENTLY // fancying Grayson Powellspaces
CURRENTLY WITH // No onespacesp
CURRENTLY FEELING // Merryspacespa
CURRENTLY THINKING // 'Oh, I just love this time of year...' spacespac დ დ დ The rain is fallin' on my windowpanes
But we are hiding in a safer place. დ დ დ ═════════════════════════════════════════════════
Amata turned when she heard the crunching of snow underfoot signalling someone's approach, smiling when she say that it was Grayson, his nose stuck in a folder this time, as opposed to a book. At his question, she gave a mischievous smile, one hand going for her wand and the other grabbing up one of her snowballs. She tossed it up in the air a few times, and shrugged playfully. "Oh, I don't know. It's winter. There's snow. I guess I was just taking a moment to relive my childhood... I did so love snowball fights!" The words were no sooner out of her mouth than she'd murmured a quick spell to send the snowball flying around Grayson's body to hit him... square on the back of the head. It'd been lightly packed, so it wouldn't hurt him... it would just be cold as... well, ice. She returned her wand to her sleeve and grabbed up a couple more, staring him down with a smile, waiting. He'd either roll his eyes at her childishness, get mad at her for hitting him with the cold snow... or play along. She rather hoped it was the last one. Or at least the first. Eye rolling she could take. Anger... not so much. Their... relationship, or whatever it was, was still... well, rather undefined and not progressing very much. They'd flirted and chatted often enough, and she'd gotten him to loosen up enough to pull his head out of his books for a while... but honestly, she had no idea if the rather sedate man had a single playful bone in his body. She supposed she'd find out soon enough.
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დ დ დ Under covers staying safe and warm
You give me feelings that I adore. დ დ დ
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Posted: Mon Dec 09, 2013 6:17 pm
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Now where did I put that wand?
Grayson nodded, looking a bit thoughtful. He'd never really made snowballs as a kid, and never really threw them either. Might have been because he preferred to be inside and reading during those times it snowed. Huh, that must have made him a very odd kid then. No sooner had he thought that, a snowball came out of nowhere and smacked him in the back of the head. The former Ravenclaw's eyes went wide as he reached back and felt a glob of snow sitting there, and blinked as he regarded Amata, who had collected a few more. Had she just...? "You know, I may not have been in any as a kid, but..." Grayson blinked again, slowly put the folder he had been working on away by shrinking it and tucking it into a pocket, and then, without batting an eye, drew his wand and levitated some snow up into the air and dumped it onto her head. Okay, not the most professional of things, but then again, he did have a tendency not to be professional in some things. Besides, she did kind of ask for that bit. He grinned a bit, wondering what precisely had come over him though. Probably just a bit of playfulness, really.
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Location: Stone Circle
State: Curious
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Posted: Mon Dec 09, 2013 7:02 pm
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Amata is...spacespacespacespace CURRENTLY // Looking Mirthful in the Stone Circlespace
CURRENTLY // fancying Grayson Powellspaces
CURRENTLY WITH // No onespacesp
CURRENTLY FEELING // Merryspacespa
CURRENTLY THINKING // 'Oh, I just love this time of year...' spacespac დ დ დ The rain is fallin' on my windowpanes
But we are hiding in a safer place. დ დ დ ═════════════════════════════════════════════════
Amata waited, practically holding her breath, unsure. She could've just made a huge mistake... She bit her lip, both curious as to his reaction, and dreading it. She watched him put away his folder and retrieve his wand, her expression breaking into a smile. What was he... before she could ask, she felt the cold weight of a snowbank dropping on her head. She sent him an obviously-fake glare, lobbing the snowballs in her hands at him rapid fire. "Grayson, that was cold!" she exclaimed, and then paused, blinking because, wow, had she really just made that joke? She snorted a bit and retrieved her wand once more, using it to form a quick snowbank to duck behind. She crouched behind the low wall and started packing snow, giggling. He was playing along... good. She had to admit, she was surprised. She'd been fairly certain he'd just blink, roll his eyes and ask her to come inside out of the cold or something. But it was certainly a pleasant surprise. And, after they were both worn out, they could head back to the castle, maybe have a mug of hot cocoa... and she could give him his Christmas gift. She hoped he'd be in a good enough mood to see the humor in it, because she'd been completely at a loss as to what to get him until that playful thought had sparked. Hopefully, he would find it funny and not insulting...
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დ დ დ Under covers staying safe and warm
You give me feelings that I adore. დ დ დ
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Posted: Wed Dec 18, 2013 9:27 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 18, 2013 9:57 pm
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Amata is...spacespacespacespace CURRENTLY // Looking Mirthful in the Stone Circlespace
CURRENTLY // fancying Grayson Powellspaces
CURRENTLY WITH // No onespacesp
CURRENTLY FEELING // Merryspacespa
CURRENTLY THINKING // 'Oh, I just love this time of year...' spacespac დ დ დ The rain is fallin' on my windowpanes
But we are hiding in a safer place. დ დ დ ═════════════════════════════════════════════════
The blonde poked her head over the edge of her fort just in time to get a face full of snow, and wiped it away with a playful glare shot in Grayson's direction. She picked up the snowballs she's packed and lobbed them all at him one after another, rapid fire, not even aiming, just tossing them at him and hoping at least a couple would hit. She rolled her eyes at his little mini-lecture on how snow worked. She wondered if he'd missed what she'd meant or was just being silly... with him it could really be either one. "Ah, yes, thanks for the reminder, I'd forgotten how weather worked" she told him playfully, tossing the last two snowballs at him, aiming this time to try and get him in the center of his chest. When they connected, she cheered a bit, doing an odd little dance.
Unfortunately, her foot hooked on something, and she ended up falling. She landed on her bottom, and was exceedingly grateful for the cushion of the snow. Her hat fell off her head, and her hair fell in her face, leaving her looking rather ridiculous, she was sure. She blew a puff of air out to try and get the blonde locks out of her face, but they just fell back. She glanced over at Grayson through the curtain of her hair, blushing. "Don't suppose I could get some help up, could I?" she asked hopefully, trying to look at innocent as possible so that he didn't think she was going to pull him down into the snowbank or something. Her butt smarted a bit and she was pretty sure she'd twisted her ankle a bit. And, she thought she'd been mean enough for one day, hitting him in the back of the head like she had. Hopefully he'd see she was waving a white flag and honestly asking for some help.
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დ დ დ Under covers staying safe and warm
You give me feelings that I adore. დ დ დ
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Posted: Sun Mar 09, 2014 8:04 am
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2014 6:31 pm
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There is a ghost...
Deep in my throat...
Shoving it down...
Speak and you choke! Every fire...
Sharpens the flood...
Throbbing and wild!
Stained in blood...
DAVID SHOICHET | FOURTH YEAR | GRYFFINDOR | MUGGLEBORN And each little lie: frustrated | Making mountains: why... | Mountains I climb: Elsie | Wasting my time: Stone Circle
David's everything hurt. His eyes were dry and strained from staring at the pages of the textbook he was focusing on. His neck had a crick in it. His knees ached as he huddled on the ground and flipped a page. Why was he out here to study and practice magic? Well, if he was in the library or common room, someone would see him and probably laugh. He he was, a fourth year, almost an upperclassman, struggling with magic second years could do. The only spells he was good at were the ones he'd learned in DADA, the ones he felt he actually needed and were useful. Everything else... To put it plainly, he sucked. And he wasn't stupid; he had OWLs (what a ridiculous name) next year and his mum would kick his arse if he did bad on too many of his exams. She knew he could do study and do well in school- he'd been near the top of his class in muggle elementary school, every teacher singing his praises until he'd inevitably get in a fight when some p***k made a joke about his dad or pissed him off... Here he was, surrounded by stones on the hard dirt, picking at a hole opening up in the knee of of his jeans. His sneakers were falling apart, he realized with dismay. The laces were frayed almost to a single thread. They'd have to get him, a new pair or two this summer... good thing he'd be fifteen, maybe he could wash dishes somewhere or just mow lawns for the rich gits in the tiny portion of town that could be considered anywhere near "classy". He wanted home. He always wanted home. He didn't fit in here. He had no friends, no interests, no one to kick around a football with, no bike to ride, no dares to swim in the river... It was pathetic, but he'd almost cried his very first night here. Tears of resentment, obviously, he wasn't a wimp, it wasn't as if he'd been scared... He heard footsteps and almost dropped his wand, which he looked on the verge of chucking somewhere. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a familiar face and felt sick. "What," he ground out at the blonde girl staring at him. Had she implanted some sort of tracker on him? Did he have a bounty on his head he didn't know about? Where were her friends? Didn't she have friends? Or a life?
Somewhere between dirty and clean, water and smoke, laugh and you choke...
Feeding the fire...
Teasing the lies!
With dirt in my eyes...
Oh, dirt in my eyes Pissed it away!
The heroes are gone.
Dirt in their sheets...
Rum on their tongues... |
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Posted: Fri Sep 19, 2014 4:16 pm
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Sleep, the evil has passed, and you enter the dance...
The worst part is, you sell your cadence short.
You sow happiness with every step you take...
You wake up and life resumes its process. While you walk like air in a world without music...
Devoid of your colors, a little too specific.
You swim in pain, and it's almost time;
Close your eyes, death awaits you.
And if it hurts, it's because they don't understand: Concerned
The knife lodged in your heart for so long: He still hasn't learned it?
And if it hurts, it's because they can't see you: David
While your smile is finally extinguished: Stone Circle
E L S B E T H | L Y N W E N | 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 | F O U R T H Y E A R 
Elsie had been walking. She was doing that a lot lately. It helped her clear her head. She'd jogged all the way down to Hogsmeade, dropped in Newlyn's shop for tea, and made it back up onto the castle grounds. In, she might triumphantly add, record time. She was feeling very good about the whole thing, but as she passed the circle of stones, she spotted someone hunched over in the middle of it. Concerned they might be sick, and also because she felt she was honor bound to investigate, being a Chimera now, she walked over and realized it was just David Shoichet. Trying to study out here, for who knew what reason. He was obviously annoyed already, or maybe it was just her presence. Since she seemed to bother him sooooo much. Alright, she'd been awkward at Dueling Club that one time. It was no reason for him to be mean. She glanced down at him, his wand, at the open textbook, and sighed. "Do you need help with this?"
"No," he said firmly. "You can go now."
"You look like you need help," she commented.
"Why would you think that?" he retorted in a purposefully bored, calm tone.
"You appear to be about to break your own wand."
She watched him stare at the hand holding his wand, which was turning white from the pressure he was exerting. "Oh. That."
"Hm," Elsie hummed with a slightly sardonic edge to it. She debated. He was obviously struggling with something, and while she didn't like him much, she hardly hated him either. She suspected the attitude was mostly for show, and probably a bit for defensive purposes as well. She'd grown up with Morven, after all. And well... he looked a bit pathetic, like some stray dog that was trying without success to do a trick. It wasn't a very nice thing to think about someone, but he was probably thinking far worse about her right now so she didn't care all that much. It wasn't as if he could read her mind. And... she was a Hufflepuff. She was supposed to be helpful, even to people who seemed to have nothing better to do than just creepily stare at you during class and then avoid eye contact if you dared look at them back. She slowly crouched down next to him, aware of the fact that she was still taller than him, even when balancing on the balls of her feet. "Let me see this."
David protested under his breath as she took the textbook from him and narrowed her blue eyes to read. "David..." she sounded concerned, and David rolled his eyes. "David, this is Accio. We learned this at the beginning of this year. You still haven't gotten it right?"
"We're not all Charms geniuses too lazy to get off our arses and go fetch something for ourselves, so no," he sneered, but she could tell she must have offended him, because his pale, sallow face flushed red for a lingering moment.
Elsie flinched and then scowled, which she hardly ever did because apparently it made her look slightly murderous. In this situation, she needed all the intimidation tactics she could use. "I never said I was a Charms genius- it took me a little while to get it, too. But if you're going to be a- a prat about it, you can spend the rest of your life getting off your lazy arse and getting things yourself. What are you going to do if someone ever disarms you and you have no weapon? Or you're injured and can't reach your wand? Sit there and take it?" she half lectured, half taunted, feeling like the only way she was ever going to get through his thick skull was to irritate him. She stood up, towering over him, expression appropriately grim for added effect.
He was silent for a moment, looking at her wide eyed, and opened his mouth as if about to blurt something out, and then clamped it shut, finally muttering, "Fine. Show me, then."
"Alright," Elsie said primly and just a little snottily, "Hold your wand properly and do as I tell you. And get up. You can't learn how to cast a spell like that."
IT ONLY HURTS BECAUSE THEY DON'T UNDERSTAND.
And if it hurts, it's because it doesn't include-
The knife lodged in your heart for so long!
And if it hurts, it's because they can't see you-
While your smile is finally extinguished! Sleep, the evil has passed, it cannot catch you...
Breathe, you are no longer the bait.
Your pain is melted delirium and others-
Quickly forget that you are no longer with us. |
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Sat Mar 07, 2015 9:57 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 07, 2015 11:36 pm
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