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 Posted: Wed Apr 08, 2015 11:22 pm
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Your clothes never wear as well the next day
And your hair never falls in quite the same way
You never seem to run out of things to say
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Fɪғᴛʜ Yᴇᴀʀ || Rᴀᴠᴇɴᴄʟᴀᴡ || Rᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇ Bᴇᴀᴛᴇʀ
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Eli sighed as he looked around the street he was walking. He'd grown up on the corner, and it was a peaceful enough place. He just kind of wished it was a bit more exciting. Like maybe a zombie apocalypse. Or Dracula coming to visit sometime. That might be cool. He'd talked to Dani and Cathy earlier in the week, but that was about it. All of his friends from primary school he didn't see much of anymore. They had gone on with their lives, and he had with his. It sucked, but life did that sometimes.
He kicked a stone along the sidewalk, his hair covered by his usual hat and wearing his usual sunglasses when he heard it. A low growl. He glanced over and noticed a dog growling at him in the yard he was next to, and Eli blinked. Eli decided that he would rather not be lunch and hurried along, until he heard one thing. The sound of the fence being jostled caused Eli to glance behind him and start running. Apparently the dog had gotten out, and was now making a beeline for him. Oh, hell. Shoe leather pounded the pavement as Eli took one turn, and then another and the dog gave chase.
He tried jumping a low fence to try and get away when the unthinkable happened. He tripped. Falling face-first to the ground, Eli turned around only long enough for the dog to land on him, growling and snapping at the albino. Eli raised his hands and started shoving at the dog to get him off when he felt an all-too familiar rush of energy. The dog paused, obviously feeling it before it started shedding. Really shedding. Eli coughed as suddenly he got a mouthful of fur and was surprised when the dog backed off of him. Then Eli got a good look. Apparently the dog was going bald, though Eli couldn't recall casting any spell. The dog, completely naked now, started whimpering and ran off, tail tucked between its legs. Eli started laughing, realizing that he was now coated in fur as he stood. He started brushing as much of it off as he could before realizing it was a futile effort.
Eli turned around to look for his hat and glasses when he heard a whisper. He suddenly felt all his limbs seize and he toppled over, eyes wide in shock. He couldn't even move his head, and his eyes searched around wildly. It was then he saw a tall blond man walk up to him, tsking. He said something, but Eli couldn't understand the words. Eli's brain tried to fire off a million questions at once about the situation, until one clamped down in his mind as soon as the man picked him up. Eli couldn't see anything as the man tossed the teen over his shoulder. Someone was yelling, though Eli couldn't tell who it was, but the man suddenly cursed as the blond did something. The blond twisted, and Eli's last thoughts were before he felt a squeezing sensation was, 'Well, I did want something to happen. Too bloody bad apparently kidnapping wasn't excluded."
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Thinking: I am soooooooooooooooo bloody screwed...
OOC:     
Now how many lovers would stay
Just to put up with this s**t day after day
Now how did we wind up this way
Watching our mouths for the words that we say
As long as we stand here waiting
Wearing the clothes or the soles that we choose
Now how do we get there today
When we're walking too far for the price of our shoes
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Posted: Thu Apr 09, 2015 12:23 am
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Cara Jane League
Head Obliviator
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> Youngest Daughter of the Robert and Jane Avery, Wife of Dr. Sinclair League and Mother of Three
> Born on January 24, 1988 in Tinworth
> Wand: Springy, with a decorated shaft, 9 inches, Elm, Fairy Hair
> Pureblood Slytherin
> Dressed: to be remembered
Currently it is: Summer of 2029xxx __________________________
The alert happened right away, underage magic report... which was common enough at this time of year (mostly muggleborns at home alone practicing or trying to impress muggle siblings-though occasionally some halfbloods or purebloods out and about with no adult wizard or witch present); however, what was strange was not the suddenly balding dog it was the obvious use of an incendio charm on someone. She massaged her forehead realizing either everyone was at lunch or on a different shift and sighed. Well it had been some time since she was out on the field and this was simple enough-hopefully. Her job wasn't to fix the magic spells or heal anyone (thank God!) but instead to do public relations work. A few obliviate charms, it usually was fairly simple.
Within three minutes she was in Lancashire, her heeled boots clicking on the pavement, her step ever slightly not perfect due to the leg she lost a few years back during the Fall Festival. She slowly worked her way through the crowd, oblviating here and there as the witnesses stories came up to, "It was crazy. Like some sci-fi or fantasy. Pollution these days... chemical from nearby pipes... hope someone is fined big or sent to jail over this nonsense. And that poor bloke burned..."
When Cara came to the man burned, sitting on the curb being looked at by the EMTs, Cara raised a brow at him and said, "No, no, go on. I'm with the Department of Enviornment's Investigative Department, I merely need to get a few answers for proper follow up." Cara leaned down and began to speak to the man, offering her husband's services for once the man's burns to the side of his face, neck, and arms healed more, to return to looking far better-and the services free (charity work was nice at times, it gave the practice a better name after all and it helped with taxes).
That was when in addition to the sudden fire and hairless dog she found out one more thing that was interesting: a man that disappeared into thin air taking the bundled up albino kid that had originally been chased by the (now) hairless dog. She had obliviated the man after finding all she could and frowned, straightening up, adjusting her wand that hand been tucked in her blazer sleeve and frowned as she walked to where the man 'disappeared' with the boy. Obviously some child-likely a muggleborn (why was it always a muggleborn involved in such big things-it was as if none of them were born with common sense, didn't they hear about witch burnings? There was a reason magic and muggles shouldn't mix. During the summers at least they should just sit at home quietly and watch the telly or play on their computers making up crazy ways to butcher the English language like normal muggle children)- had showed off his magic and some unknown wizard took a hold of the boy and apparated... somewhere. Where was the question.
She was about to shrug it off as something she would merely need to bring up with law enforcement to handle from the Ministry-handling possible kidnappings and investigating such wasn't her job. However, she caught sight of one of the official OWlLs just as she turned into an alleyway to apparate away and it landed in front of her with an official memo stating a blonde man had been spotted 'appearing out of thin air' carrying a 'ghost like child'. The problem was it had been several people who saw it. So much for mere children being the only ones without discretion, apparently some insane man was running around with some kidnapped child.
She quickly penned a note for an auror or two to follow the trail, stating she would go first to investigate the matter and deal with the necessary memory tampering for secrecy and security. And, then she apparated away with a small crack, in following the trail of where the man had been seen last with the child.
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Posted: Sat Jun 08, 2019 10:51 am
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 Mackenzie Hawthorne & Colton Overton's Wedding
Saturday, March 24, 2046
County of LancashireWedding PartyBride: Mackenzie Hawthorne Groom: Colton Overton Maid of Honour: Saio Ukida Best Man: Connor Overton Bridesmaid: Brianna Overton Bridesmaid: Claire Wilson Groomsman: Kazuki Kimura Groomsman: Aindriu Milton Flower girl: Sadie the Dog Ring bearer: Ian Wynters Guests*all guests may bring +1's & their childrenDenise & Edison Overton Ariana Hawthorne-Wynters & Seth Wynters Joey & Naitana Hawthorne Isabella Hawthorne Wilson Hawthorne Jackson Hawthorne Melinda & Thomas Hawthorne Damien & Marina Edgeworth Gideon Edgeworth Lucia Edgeworth Nastassia & Leslie Lovell Ridley Lovell Tsubaki Yuko Esther Spencer
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Posted: Sat Jun 08, 2019 12:07 pm
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★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★
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Mackenzie Overton
Gryffindor Alumna - Twenty Three Years Old - Halfblood - Married
Shutterbutton's Photography Studio
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Mackenzie found herself looking out over the horizon, taking in the breathtaking view from her wedding numerous times throughout the day. Those moments were really the only moments where she was able to take a breather and enjoy herself alone. It wasn’t that she didn’t enjoy being in the company of her family and friends celebrating her and Colton’s marriage, but the wedding was a little overwhelming at times. The brunette was open to having a big wedding, but Colton really wanted a small one, so they tried to invite the least amount of people possible without hurting anyone’s feelings or leaving anyone important out. And boy, was Mackenzie glad they opted for a small wedding. Greeting and thanking each and every single individual for coming took a lot of her energy, and if the wedding was double in size, she’d think her head would have exploded. Once she recuperated, Kenzie joined her husband. “So, mister Overton,” she started, hoping he’d respond with ‘Mrs. Overton”, “Shall we cut the cake?” she asked. It was probably about time, most everybody was finishing up their meals and expecting desert soon. Eyeing the cake, she was pretty happy with the colours they chose - and the bridal party matching with the decorations was sure to make their photos stunning.
((OOC: outfit in left picture))
★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★
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Posted: Sat Jun 08, 2019 2:53 pm
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Brianna Overton
Gryffindor Alumna - Twenty One - Muggleborn - Pest Sub-Division
Department for the Control and Regulation of Magical Creatures
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((OOC: outfit in left picture))
Brianna was pretty excited to be a bridesmaid when Mackenzie had asked her to be one – not that she didn’t expect it, being Colton’s one and only sister. But it was still exciting. The only other time she got to be a bridesmaid was for her other brother’s wedding, and maybe she’d get to be one for him again in the future. The blonde glanced over at Connor, watching him for a moment. Her heart ached for him and what he was going through – the divorce, fighting for his belongings, losing his home. Bree was sure he’d find someone who deserved him and made him as happy as Kenzie made Colton.
Once Brianna finished eating dinner, she made her way over to Hikaru, who she had invited as her date. So far, they hadn’t had much time to spend together and she felt a little bad about it. “How’s it going?” she asked, sliding into a currently unoccupied seat next to him. Since she wasn’t in a relationship, and it didn’t seem likely that she would be in one anytime soon, she invited her friend. On another positive note, by inviting Hikaru, her family wouldn’t ask her if they were having a ‘fling’ or secretly dating. Hikaru was happily in love with Remi.
I've got a f e e l i n g you could use a little smile, h o p i n g you could stay there for just a little while.
Makin' a lot of n o i s e up there, t h r o w your hands up in the air.
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Posted: Sat Jun 08, 2019 3:54 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 08, 2019 4:27 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 09, 2019 11:02 am
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xx↝ Ɯнєяє Aм I? Lancashire
xxx↝ Ɯнσ ιѕ Ɯιтн Mє? Kenz, Friends and Family
xxxx↝ Ɯнαт'ѕ Ɠσιηg Oη? My wedding!
xxxxx↝ Ɯнαт'ѕ ιη Mу Hєαɗ? She's so beautiful
Colton was secretly glad the wedding ceremony was over. At least everything had gone without a hitch, so everyone was happy. As they were in the midst of greeting and thanking people, he subtly loosened his tie and readjusted his outfit more for comfort. He hoped Kenzie wouldn't notice.... but when she inevitably did, he hoped she wouldn't be too mad. He looked over at her when she called him formally by his (and her) surname. "Well, my dear, that sounds lovely." He paused for a moment, then slipped his fingers through hers to hold her hand. "You know what else sounds lovely? Saying Mrs Mackenzie Overton. It just... works well." He kissed her gently, then took a moment to look around. Everyone seemed happy, even Connor, who Colton had been highly worried about. At the very least, he was saving his emotions. Luckily, they were all surrounded by family. And speaking of, Colton looked over at just the right time to catch a flashbulb from his dad's camera. Oh well, he would get the flashes out of his vision soon enough.
Sᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴏɴ, ɢᴇᴛ ʜɪɢʜᴇʀ, ʟᴏᴏsᴇɴ ᴍʏ ʟɪᴘs
Fᴀɪᴛʜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇsɪʀᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ sᴡɪɴɢ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜɪᴘs
Jᴜsᴛ ᴘᴜʟʟ ᴍᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʜᴀʀᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅʀᴏᴡɴ ᴍᴇ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ
Sᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴏɴ, ɢᴇᴛ ʜɪɢʜᴇʀ, ʟᴏᴏsᴇɴ ᴍʏ ʟɪᴘs
Fᴀɪᴛʜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇsɪʀᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ sᴡɪɴɢ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜɪᴘs
Jᴜsᴛ ᴘᴜʟʟ ᴍᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʜᴀʀᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅʀᴏᴡɴ ᴍᴇ, ᴅʀᴏᴡɴ ᴍᴇ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ
Iᴛ's ᴀʟʟ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ, ɪᴛ's ᴀʟʟ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ, ɪᴛ's ᴀʟʟ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ, ɪᴛ's sᴏ ʀɪɢʜᴛ
Sᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴏɴ ɢᴇᴛ ʜɪɢʜᴇʀ, 'ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴡᴏʀᴋs, ʟᴏᴠᴇ
Eᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀʀᴍs. |
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Sun May 03, 2020 7:58 pm
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Here comes the beekeeper with her pitcher full of smoke
She'll put us all to sleep; I hope it's dreamless and it's deep
Sweet Prometheus, come home; they took away our fire
And all that this scarcity promotes is desperate men and tyrants
𝒟𝐸𝐿𝒫𝐻𝐼𝒩𝐼𝒜
𝐿𝒰𝒞𝐸𝑅𝒩𝐸
𝑀𝐸𝒜𝒟𝒪𝒲𝒮
PUREBLOOD │ ASTRONOMER │ FORMER RAVENCLAW
Most of the time, Finny rather liked her journey home from work. If she were a muggle, it would have been a five hour commute by car or train, but as she was most certainly not, she generally didn't spend more than a half hour to and from, when you took into account her apparition. While she also could have taken the Knight Bus, she didn't much feel like arriving at work or at home feeling sick to her stomach from the... creative navigational methods. So it was her habit to apparate into a wooded park a fifteen minute walk from her aunt's house, and continue on foot from there.
Despite being a petite young woman, she was never all that concerned for her safety; the area her aunt lived in was more well to do and usually quite safe. The park was well lit, and besides, she wasn't defenceless, even if Defence had never been her best subject. She might not pack a powerful punch, but she could at least manage a simple jinx or hex. Luckily, she'd never had to. On this occasion she was actually coming home early; it was four in the morning, and some nights she didn't get home until pushing five thirty, since she typically went into work after sundown and ended it before dawn. It'd taken a little while to get used to the schedule, but she'd always been a night owl and didn't mind much sleeping during the day. Besides, she was often free on the weekends to spend time with her siblings.
Walking briskly along the gravel path, Finny adjusted the strap of her equipment bag slung over one shoulder, and kicked a bit at the pebbles underfoot as she went, listening to the distant cry of birds and far beyond that, the rush of very early morning traffic on the nearest road. She was used to letting herself 'space out' during her walks, and she enjoyed it as time to decompress from work, although her job was hardly what she'd call 'high pressure' unless they had some sort of project deadline to hit. Richard was a very easygoing sort of boss and colleague, and she enjoyed her work at the observatory, even when she had to tolerate bratty school groups.
In fact, she was so tired and caught up in her ambling journey home that she failed to immediately notice the presence of anyone else.
What fine design; what hands, what minds!
The envy of Eden, our tools and our reason, it's clear in the animals' eyes
We stand upright, build fires at night
Made on the sixth day to rest on the seventh
And now we just try to survive
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Posted: Sun May 03, 2020 8:19 pm
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 Cᴏɴsᴛᴀɴᴛ_Vᴀɴ Gʀᴏᴏᴛspaces
( Dutch Half-Blood ￭ Beauxbatons Alumni ￭ Musician and More ) ↫xx
_𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥, 𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫
_𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫
_𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐮𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐞
_𝐈 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞
_𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐞, 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧
_𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐭,
_𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐟𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐰𝐢𝐦
_𝐈 𝐜𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐣𝐮𝐦𝐩 𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐧
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Constant was quietly walking on his way home, not far from here. He just finished dealing with a client, especially hours of cleaning the mess. His jack-of-trades business that has nothing to do with being a musician was pretty much fun to him: a flexible schedule and no pressure at all. Constant didn't actually saw the time and didn't really care for it since this was pretty much the new fun normal for him. At least it wasn't an all-night of doing a career that he didn't like in the first place thanks to the "Old Man". Living like this at the ripe age of twenty-nine was going so far, so good.
He was walking past the petite woman, who he didn't even bother glancing at first. Until he and she turned a corner and was met with a threatening voice, holding out a knife pointing at the two.
"Empty your pockets now, and nobody gets hurt!" The tall (but not as tall as Constant) burly muggle said, prompting Constant to just hold up his hands. He wondered if it has something to do that he looked like a birch tree or the fact that he was pretty new in the county.
"I don't have a nickel, I'm just a new townsperson from here." He casually answered, with an accent that was definitely not British. The way his tone carried it was as if it was no big deal for him, his clients weren't known for being nonviolent. Constant had also been mugged twice his life, and got out of it scot-free so this wasn't really his first time dealing with violence. Just another Tuesday for him.
"Hm." The mugger hummed, glancing at the lady's bag she was carrying, then at him, "But this lady sure does. I'm still keeping an eye on you, Rail Boy, don't interfere or she gets it."
Constant grumbled, slightly knitting his eyebrows in annoyance. He sure didn't want to expose himself using magic here, nor did he actually want the lady to have the receiving end of having her stuff stolen and stabbed. Ideally, he could have used wandless magic and disguise the stupefy with a punch on the nose, just like the good old days. So... being kept an eye on sure was stopping him.
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𝐀 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫_
𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝’𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥_
𝐒𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐚 𝐜𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐰𝐚𝐫_
𝐈’𝐦 𝐝𝐮𝐦𝐛 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐬, 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐡_
𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞’𝐬 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐝-𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝐈 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐭_
𝐈’𝐦 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡_
𝐈 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬_
𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐲, 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐰𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫_
 xxxoυт oғ cнαrαcтerxxx((ooc))▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
wнeɴ - September 2049 ↫xx
wнere - Lancashire ↫xxxx
wιтн - ??? ↫xxxxxx
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Sun May 03, 2020 8:33 pm
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Here comes the beekeeper with her pitcher full of smoke
She'll put us all to sleep; I hope it's dreamless and it's deep
Sweet Prometheus, come home; they took away our fire
And all that this scarcity promotes is desperate men and tyrants
𝒟𝐸𝐿𝒫𝐻𝐼𝒩𝐼𝒜
𝐿𝒰𝒞𝐸𝑅𝒩𝐸
𝑀𝐸𝒜𝒟𝒪𝒲𝒮
PUREBLOOD │ ASTRONOMER │ FORMER RAVENCLAW
Finny could be a bit absent-minded, but she wasn't entirely clueless. She noticed the tall man who walked past her, but after a brief once-over from a distance behind him, dismissed him as a threat to her person. He wasn't looking back at her, or suspiciously slowing his pace as if waiting for her to go ahead of him, and he'd passed her without so much as a glance. If anything, it made her feel even more at ease; someone else was on the same lonely trail. There was some sort of camaraderie in walking the same way as a stranger on a peaceful dawn. Or maybe that was just her being a little too poetical.
Either way, she wasn't anything closed to alarmed until they both turned a corner before the stone steps leading to the park's entrance and exit, and were met with a knife. Finny had never seen a knife so close-up before, and for a moment just stood there in stunned silence, examining how it gleamed in the flickering yellow light of the nearest lamppost. Then her good sense caught up with her curiosity. The mugger wanted them to empty their pockets. The man beside her didn't sound very concerned, but then again, he also had just said he didn't have any money on him.
"Sorry," she said cautiously, trying to stall for time as she felt at her wand in the pocket of her coat. "Hold on a moment, this is very heavy- very expensive," she added, as if to sweeten the deal, and began to slowly remove her bag from her shoulder. Right. She was going to lower it to the ground, pull her wand while he was distracted, and jinx him. She didn't want to risk a stunner; if she couldn't pull the spell off due to nerves and something went wrong, she'd never live it down. Assuming she wasn't dead from, you know, being stabbed. The man next to her seemed rightfully ticked off, but he also didn't seem like the type to try anything, so maybe if she was just quick enough she could make it seem like the mugger had just lost his footing and fallen over-
Right, well, the last time she'd practiced her Knockback Jinx it had still been strong enough to send a lightweight chair flying across a room, so- Finny heaved the bag down at her feet, fluidly drew her wand, and breathed, "Flipendo-,"
What fine design; what hands, what minds!
The envy of Eden, our tools and our reason, it's clear in the animals' eyes
We stand upright, build fires at night
Made on the sixth day to rest on the seventh
And now we just try to survive
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Posted: Sun May 03, 2020 9:39 pm
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Cᴏɴsᴛᴀɴᴛ_Vᴀɴ Gʀᴏᴏᴛspaces
( Dutch Half-Blood ￭ Beauxbatons Alumni ￭ Musician and More ) ↫xx
_𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥, 𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫
_𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫
_𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐮𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐞
_𝐈 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞
_𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐞, 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧
_𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐭,
_𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐟𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐰𝐢𝐦
_𝐈 𝐜𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐣𝐮𝐦𝐩 𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐧
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Constant was watching the mugger's eye go wide in curiosity as the lady announced that she was carrying something heavy and expensive. He was pleasantly surprised at the lady's calmness to being pointed a knife at, any other person would probably just scream their head off and cry. Constant was used to getting into fights in Beauxbatons, so again he can't relate. But geez, he couldn't leave a person this impressive to die. The burly mugger's attention was shifted to the lady, or rather he was more focused on her bag than anything. Constant was convinced that this man would fall for tricks in the magic show. What a clown.
With his hands still up in the air, he was about to make a wandless spell when a small flash of light caused the man to stumble a bit, forcing him to drop the knife. Not enough to, say, have the effect of having the man fall to his nose. But it did caught him out of his rhythm. "Hah," Constant snorted, then proceeded to mock the man again. "You're mugging in this town drunk? You're so bad at your job."
"Shut-!"
Constant cautiously sidestepped as the man ran to his direction in rage, before making a spell gesture with his hand. "Stupefy," Constant whispered as he closed his fist and driving the punch to his nose. At the same time when a red spark appeared from his fist meeting the poor man's face. Whatever. He was ugly anyway. The Dutchman looked at the man's unconscious body with a grin, as if amused by how the whole mugging downhill. "I've already been mugged twice in my life. Anyway, how're you doing, Blue? You don't need my help, right?" He said, nodding at her bluish hair.
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𝐀 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫_
𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝’𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥_
𝐒𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐚 𝐜𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐰𝐚𝐫_
𝐈’𝐦 𝐝𝐮𝐦𝐛 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐬, 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐡_
𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞’𝐬 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐝-𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝐈 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐭_
𝐈’𝐦 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡_
𝐈 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬_
𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐲, 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐰𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫_
xxxoυт oғ cнαrαcтerxxx((ooc))▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
wнeɴ - September 2049 ↫xx
wнere - Lancashire ↫xxxx
wιтн - ??? ↫xxxxxx
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Sun May 03, 2020 9:56 pm
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Here comes the beekeeper with her pitcher full of smoke
She'll put us all to sleep; I hope it's dreamless and it's deep
Sweet Prometheus, come home; they took away our fire
And all that this scarcity promotes is desperate men and tyrants
𝒟𝐸𝐿𝒫𝐻𝐼𝒩𝐼𝒜
𝐿𝒰𝒞𝐸𝑅𝒩𝐸
𝑀𝐸𝒜𝒟𝒪𝒲𝒮
PUREBLOOD │ ASTRONOMER │ FORMER RAVENCLAW
Finny was prepared to snatch back up her heavy bag and run as soon as her spell connected with the mugger, causing him to stumble back slightly. It wasn't as if she needed him laid out flat; she just wanted some distance between her and that knife. But she was caught off guard by the man next to her's sudden mockery, as if he was trying to goad the mugger into coming right at him- "Oh," she gasped, and jumped back, dragging her bag with her, as the mugger regained his foot and lunged for her- companion? co-victim?- who promptly dodged, punched him in the face, and- stunned him?
Finny stayed where she was, too tired or surprised to bolt, trying to understand what just happened. Had he- oh, he must have seen her spell, and she'd been prepared to deny, deny, deny- 'must have been a trick of the light, this lamppost keeps flickering-' but had he just... stunned him, without a wand? She wasn't sure if she was imagining the entire thing due to nerves, or if she should commend him for his spellwork. She was nearly positive she'd seen a hint of red sparking in his fist. "Oh, you're a wizard," she said in relief, throwing caution to the wind in a combination of sudden adrenaline and her tired state. If he really wasn't, she'd pretend it was some sort of shocked reaction- rambling nonsense, that sort of thing.
"One of us might have said so to begin with," she said almost to herself, then laughed suddenly. Now she really knew it was her nerves. In the moment, she'd been calm, but she wasn't anymore. Finny wasn't sure how she felt. Frightened but also a bit giddy, like she'd just gotten off a broom, maybe? He was saying something about her hair. Blue- Finny smiled in spite of her shocked state, heaved her bag back over her shoulder with a sigh, and pocketed her wand in bemusement. "Twice? What kind of record is that? Do you go about hoping someone will try it, so you can show off your wandless magic?"
For someone who'd been in a life-threatening situation just moments earlier, she was feeling almost jovial. Maybe she'd have a good cry once she got home, but for now the mugger was unconscious and clearly not going anywhere, and maybe she ought to have been offended with the man beside her for being so reckless, but it had worked, hadn't it? The Ravenclaw in her was pragmatic enough to accept that. "Thank you," she said crisply, and now that she had a hand free, extended one neatly, her ingrained manners kicking in. "That really was quite clever, the punch trick. Delphinia Meadows. And I feel as though it's more of a teal, sometimes," she touched at her short hair self-consciously, then smiled.
What fine design; what hands, what minds!
The envy of Eden, our tools and our reason, it's clear in the animals' eyes
We stand upright, build fires at night
Made on the sixth day to rest on the seventh
And now we just try to survive
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