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 Posted: Mon Jul 04, 2011 6:05 pm
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Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2011 4:29 pm
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Sure-footed Lochlainn Farren speed-walked ahead, his twin Einri lagging behind.
"Loch!" Einri called from behind, his Irish accent twinged with annoyance, "Slow down, we're completely early!"
"Yeah," Loch called back, "but we still got to meet Scorpio and his gang."
"Do we really have to go that fast though, I bet he isn't even here yet!" Einri whined. Caelia's young eyes glittered
"We're meeting up with Scorpius?" she asked.
"Yeah we'll be seeing your boyfriend soon!" Loch jabbed.
"He is not my boyfriend!" Caelia screamed, diving after Loch's laughing head.
"Then why do your eyes get so big when we mention him?" their mother smirked.
"Not you too Mommy!" Caelia whined. Her cheeks paled in anger and embarrassment, then she fell silent.
"A'right, get yer carts, we're nearin' the pillars." their father beckoned. Loch and Einri quickly filled up their metal wired carts with their necessities, their owls hooting exhaustively.
"Race you!" yelled Loch as he dashed toward the pillar between 9 and 10.
"No fair, you got a head start!" Ein retorted. Caelia madly sprinted through the barrier after them calling for them to slow down.
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"Ok, you scout on the left, and I'll scout the right. Scorpius said that he always arrived *precisely at 10 minutes before*." Loch mimicked.
"Don't need to look." an English accent drawled behind them.
Loch and Ein sighed in relief at the blond-headed boy. "I've been waiting for quite too long." Scorpius complained.
"Well Princess we can't expect to fly our brooms to your magical kingdom so quickly can we?" Loch sarcastically said.
"Hello Scorpius." a shy little voice spoke softly. The blond-boy knelt down to smile at little Caelia.
"And why are you here Cae? You won't be able to attend for another 3 years?" Caelia clasped her hands behind her back nervously and mumbled an incoherently. Scorpius smiled, ruffled her dark black hair, then stood up suddenly.
"We got to get on the train, leaves in..."
"2 MINUTES!" Einri agonized. Mrs. Malfoy dragged her son into an awkward hug, and Loch and Ein hugged their parents farewell.
"You forgot me!" Caelia pouted. Loch smiled evilly, and hoisted her into the air while she protested; eventually he gave her a squeeze, laughing happily. Ein hugged her quickly, and Scorpius shouted as they ran to the train, "When we come back for holiday, you better have not grown!"
Caelia giggled and waved as the scarlet mass flew by with her brothers and her neighbor; sighing, Mr. and Mrs. Farren with their daughter apparated back to their home, now more empty and quiet than before.
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Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2011 8:39 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2011 8:47 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2011 8:50 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2011 9:00 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2011 11:24 pm
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 Woil let out a rather relieved sigh once he got out of his Aunt's car. He smiled and waved goodbye to her. He went to the back and pulled out his trunk, and helped his younger brother with his. He smiled as he saw the boy happily pulling that huge trunk out. Woil naturally helped his younger brother, got to love his bonds with the bright blond haired boy. He stared at Yia's scars with sorrow filled eyes as he remembered the day when Roi used his body to harm and even put the boy in the hospital. When their trunks were unloaded he couldn't help himself, he hugged the eleven year old. He would try anything to make it up to his younger brother, he hated what Roi had made him do.
He let go of his younger brother and helped load the large trunks onto a cart, avoiding any stares from the muggles nearby. However, he thought he saw some auburn hair and green eyes nearby, as well as pale hair... He hoped and wondered if his crush would be around.
"Let's get to the barrier." He said to his wide-eyed younger brother. He ruffled the mischievous boy's hair and pushed the very heavy cart forward. He moved around the many people, his younger brother close behind him. He stopped in front of the barrier, almost waiting for someone. He sighed then, Roi obviously wanted to wait for his partner in crime... 
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   The young and barely 11 year old boy happily jumped out of the car. He had a fun summer and it got even better once his letter arrived with his older brother's. He quickly ran to the trunk in the trunk of the car and began the harsh task of lifting it out of the car when his brother came up to help. It helped him a lot! Two people were certainly better then one.
He was just closing the door of the trunk when his older brother hugged him and he just blinked, looking up at him. He smiled and hugged him back, he had already forgiven his older brother once he realized Roi and Woil were two different people. That night had been frightful, and he still remembers the pain he had when that knife slashed open his stomach. Still, he was happy that his brother wasn't the one who did it.
He nodded as his brother suggested to head on to where they needed to go and happily followed him. When they stopped in front of the barrier the boy was anxious to hurry on forward but he knew Roi wanted to meet with his sister bunch... He hated that evil spirit. "Neeh! Big brother! Why must we wait here! I want to see the train!" He pleaded in a whining voice as he began to wander around, looking for more potential Hogwarts students. He thought he saw the white skin and blond hair of Thomas, but he didn't know exactly. He moved back to his brother as they began to talk in another language once again, people looking at them as they realized they were foreigners. "I know Roi want's to meet with his b*****d friend, but fight him big brother!" He pleaded with his older brother, who could only sigh and shake his head. He knew his older brother had given up fighting against Roi a long time ago, it depressed the young Metamorphamgus...  |
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Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2011 11:49 pm
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second year - hufflepuff▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬allen w. rhoddes▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬muggle born - wizard raised- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “To achieve great things, two things are needed: a plan, and not quite enough time.”
– Leonard Bernstein
“Now, somehow, in some new way, the sky seemed almost alien.”
– Lyndon B. Johnson
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The summer had been long and dreary for the white-haired boy dragging his belted trunk. Distinct shadows could be seen under his dark eyes that lost the touch of light they always held along with his cheery smile. Back slightly bent as if in defeat to burdens unseen and every action preformed radiating the complete, near tangible exhaustion from the young boy.
His summer had been spend in uncomfortable travels. Mostly alone, searching for a few answers and a few people. What ever relaxation and enjoyment the season usually held for children of his age, Allen had not looked for or exploited it. Days when not on trains and cars, he spent cooped up in rooms filled with books and candles so he could see the words he was heavily hunched over.
It seemed as though his months in Hogwarts, studying, had been the vacation in comparison. Going back now, also, made his muscles untense with a slow flow of relief and anticipation for the plush beds, warm fires and boundless knowledge locked in the stones of the ancient castle and its history.
Allen dragged his trunk trolley-less as all these thoughts swirled in his head. Poe sat atop his white hair (which had not changed in the slightest, if not longer and more messy) and caused him to slouch further as he walked along the stations of King's Cross. Ignoring the muggles as they glanced at him many times with confusion and curiosity in their dim eyes. Allen could pay them no less attention as he made his way to the barrier to the world he had missed for far to long. ￤￤     |
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Posted: Mon Oct 24, 2011 12:05 am
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Posted: Mon Oct 24, 2011 12:16 am
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second year - hufflepuff▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬allen w. rhoddes▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬muggle born - wizard raised- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “To achieve great things, two things are needed: a plan, and not quite enough time.”
– Leonard Bernstein
“Now, somehow, in some new way, the sky seemed almost alien.”
– Lyndon B. Johnson
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The presence of any of the other wizards, witches and even Hogwarts students had been completely lost on Allen as he sailed in the waters of his own consuming thoughts. However, a giggle near his left and the sound of material being pulled turned his head. He faced, not even ten feet away from him, his year-mate Woil. The boy spoke just as Allen's dark eyes fell on him.
The Hufflepuff boy immediately smiled with the simple joy of seeing a familiar face in the long months that felt as if he had been thrown into isolation. The memory of their final moments the end of the year, made his smile quiver however.
"Oh, Woil. How are you? Feeling better?"
Taking a few steps closer, the large owl ruffled his feathers and hopped off the top of his head and instead decided to perch on the handle of his trunk once he ceased pulling it around.
Allen had not spent much time and energy towards the events that had occurred on the end of his first year. He had, however, dedicated infinite amounts of thought and mental examination. Thinking about the boy in front of him, mainly; how things had played out during the fire set in the dungeons, the suspicious things he heard from the other students as well as his own observations year-round.
Needless to say, when the Ravenclaw boy had fallen unconscious the night of the fire, Allen had not stopped himself from sitting at his bedside all day and night in strange worry regardless of flying suspicions and speculations. And the moment Allen took a moment to blink and take a break - catch some sleep for once in three days - Woil had vanished. As if from the school itself.
Whatever classes were finishing, he had not attended them and no students seemed to ave seen him around the castle or the grounds. Woil had vanished into thin air and now he stood before him.
Allen's mind began to reel back to all the things he could remember himself thinking as he sat on the hospital chair by the boy's side with eyes drooping and his mind fighting to stay wake.
"Good summer?" ￤￤ |
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Posted: Mon Oct 24, 2011 12:26 am
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Posted: Mon Oct 24, 2011 12:34 am
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second year - hufflepuff▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬allen w. rhoddes▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬muggle born - wizard raised- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “To achieve great things, two things are needed: a plan, and not quite enough time.”
– Leonard Bernstein
“Now, somehow, in some new way, the sky seemed almost alien.”
– Lyndon B. Johnson
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - ￤￤
The outburst from the youngest boy standing beside Woil made Allen chuckle and smile, "Thanks, I like it quite a bit too. Can I call you Yia? You and your brother have such strange names." he laughed further. Eyes moving up from Yia to Woil, the lightness he felt in his chest instantly disappeared with just the eyes of the Ravenclaw boy.
His words deepened the pit more, though. Allen's throat felt dry as ever assumption and theory he had been researching and reading about suddenly seemed plausible, real and dangerous. A scream dully rang in Allen's ears and the sight of a rock sitting on a chair flashed before his dark eyes.
"Is that what happened?" he whispered hesitantly, "Last year - it was more than smoke. Something was wrong."
Allen searched desperately in the stricken blue eyes of the young wizard, feeling like he was being crushed with the past sitting like a mountain on his lungs.
"Why didn't you say anything? How bad is he? What is -" the soft, healed skin of Yia's scars suddenly seemed to light up like a beacon and Allen felt his face become pale. "What has he made you do?"
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