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If I could have my wasted days back
Would I use them to get back on track?
Stop to warm at Karma's burning
Or look ahead, but keep on turning?
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Who am I with? Himself
What am I doing? Walking around his neighborhood
What am I thinking? It sure is cold tonight.
What am I wearing? Fourth Year Uniform▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁
Hamilton scuffed a shoe, looking around his neighborhood as he walked along well-traveled streets. It was quiet, a few days after Christmas, and he was not exactly wanting to go home. For one thing, his Christmas had been him paraded around his father's colleagues and families, and another, as always, he got the compulsory Christmas greeting and then promptly ignored on Christmas day. That about summed up his yearly holiday. They used to be better, but Pancras had to screw that up. Which made this one of the rare times he missed his older brother. Not the squib, never him. Pancras himself. They used to spend their holidays together goofing off and sneaking down into the kitchens and stealing cookies from the house elves. Then they went ahead and usually ended up spending time well, being kids. He hadn't been a kid in a long time, not since Pancras disappeared. There were times he hated his father for what he did, and there were times he hated the creature that wore Pancras's face. Both were infinitely at fault, Pancras for not having magic, and his father for banishing him. And the person that wore his brother's face was a pale reflection of the brother he'd lost.
Turning down a road, he made his way towards his home, knowing it was late, the moon was high, and that his parents were either at home somewhere in the house, or off at an event. He stopped, considering whether they'd even notice he was missing or not. Probably not, considering his mum and dad. His mum only cared that he not give anyone the idea she was a shite parent, and his father only cared that he did well and was the best, not because it did Hamilton any good, but because if he wasn't, it reflected badly on him. He hated it when people decided that they knew his family better than he did. It was probably why he hated Bishop so much. The bloody squibspawn had to make certain she rubbed it in that his parents didn't care ever since she saw him in Diagon Alley with a house elf. However, she could rot for all he cared. She didn't know a damn thing about his family, she could stay out of his business.
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OOC: Part of a plot request.
Do I have the strength
To know how I'll go?
Can I find it inside
To deal with what I shouldn't know?
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Posted: Wed Dec 09, 2015 12:16 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2015 11:36 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 14, 2015 3:26 pm
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Posted: Fri Dec 18, 2015 10:50 pm
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Essy ze Ninja Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun May 29, 2016 2:13 pm
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𝔇mitri 𝕲rigori 𝔎amenev
я никому не уступлю
of house Slytherin ___________ twenty-one years old
Ministry of Magic Obliviator
☭
Dmitri sat near the window, blinded by halogen lights and the flash of highway signs. Dirty muggles surrounded him. Though, the same could be said for him, he supposed. Running his fingers through long, unkempt hair, he sighed and directed his attention down the avenue. The brakes of the Traveline Bus screeched to a halt by another advertisement bench and churned open its door, he didn't know what came over him but he knew he had to get off. Swinging his satchel over his shoulder, Dmitri shuffled between the rows and rows of people watching him out of the corner of their eye.
When he stepped off, he was greeted with the fresh night air that smelled of rain. Black puddles hugged the curb of the road on one side of the sidewalk and drowned the grass on the other. But at least it wasn't raining now. Gray smoke billowed from the tailpipe of the bus as the engine revved and accelerated. ”Now where do I go?” He said, but what he really should have been asking, was what the hell was he doing out here? It was Friday night, and all he knew was that he couldn't be in that empty ******** house. Not for another night. Even if he has to go back to work Monday morning, for now, he's... Well he's not free, he decided. He didn't feel free. He felt... lost. And angry. Always so angry. And it was tiring.
So he walked, hoping that every step would take him further from his problems, but halfway down England's southeast coast hadn't made the weight of the world any lighter. How was he supposed to come to terms with this? He didn't want too. Maybe his cousin knew that, maybe that was why she tried to keep such a close eye on him. She didn't trust him.
But what was he going to do? Bomb the ministry? Break into azkaban? Free his family? Maybe in his wildest dreams! But not here, not in this reality. He was an obliviator under the Ministry of Magic. Nothing more.
A blinking red “Open” sign drew his attention to a local pub, he didn't even catch the name glowing above the door when he stepped through it. It was dim and quiet, not what he expected for the start of the weekend. Maybe he should have stayed in London, or gone to Manchester or Liverpool. Maybe that's all he needs. People. So he can forget the ones he's lost. ”What'dya have on tap?” Dmitri asked, and the barkeep answered with a shrug. ”Got Fullers, Fosters, Kronenbourg, and Strongbow.” Dmitri wrinkled his brow and scratched an itch along his jaw from his beard. ”Pint of Fosters, then,” Dmitri conceded with a shrug. It wasn't his favorite, but it was an ale you could basically find every where. Taking his mug to an empty section, he plucked the pins off a dart board and took turns drinking, aiming, and shooting.
Black && Brown 5’9” and 152lbsSeason of 2033//OOC://
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Posted: Sun May 29, 2016 3:18 pm
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Posted: Sat Sep 23, 2017 8:58 am
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When the passing looks to die for
Take it in your heart now, love her
When the case is out And you're tired and sodden
Take it in your heart, take it in your heart...
Back to when it was cool, 'cause there's no substitute
Who even knows the truth? (The truth, the truth)·✸· Ðσииεя Σιdε
↪ ( Halfblood Meta ￭ Future Hogwarts Student ￭ Younger Twin )
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As much as he loved his twin with all his heart, that never meant that they have to be together 24/7. Sure, they're close and Dagrun preferred his company than any other adult who wasn't Tante Arni, but they need some alone time, too. Or well, that's what his grandma Kristborg told them, anyway. She always told them that they have to be independent or whatever in case they got separated, though Donner figured that it made his pappa has this priceless look on his face because it was like, quoting him, "making his children grow up being more pessimistic".
And right now, pappa has some journalist work to do and Onkel Austmar felt the need to hang out in the loft with tante until he and Donner got bored. Strolling in the park with Aussie made the young metamorphagus feel bad about not taking Dagrun with them. But like, he also didn't want to interrupt whatever she's doing because once Dagrun starts something, she was going to be dedicated to finishing it. Not that it bothered Donner, even if he said anything pappa would jokingly say that Donner was just as dedicated as her, too.
He was lying on the grass on the park while his uncle was on watch, curiously just watching a flock of birds until he heard a meow. Donner sharply turned to see an adorable stray cat resting on a bench, looking like a... puddle. As he set foot to see it, his uncle warned him to be careful with it or he might get scratched. Hah, what a joke. But then, as Donner did approached the feline, it hissed and just retreated, much to his chagrin. As much as he was reckless, at least it didn't scratched him. He didn't think he wanted pappa to freak out once he got home, like how he scolded Ivar when he injured himself in the skatepark.
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I took it to the right man, took it all back
When the courts were closing, it was Bobby gracing
I know that I put it to the right man, he put it back
Caught in your eyes, stacks of lights come streaming back
Make it for the best times; Growing pains, good times
wнeɴ - Spring Afternoon 2039 | xx
wнere - A recreational park in Sussex | xx
wιтн - His uncle Austmar | xx
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Posted: Sat Sep 23, 2017 12:10 pm
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Posted: Sun Sep 24, 2017 7:03 am
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When the passing looks to die for
Take it in your heart now, love her
When the case is out And you're tired and sodden
Take it in your heart, take it in your heart...
Back to when it was cool, 'cause there's no substitute
Who even knows the truth? (The truth, the truth)·✸· Ðσииεя Σιdε
↪ ( Halfblood Meta ￭ Future Hogwarts Student ￭ Younger Twin )
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Donner heard footsteps near him, but he didn't really expect that said footsteps were meant to approach him. Usually, he was the one who approach someone for a talk and not the other way around, unless it's well.. probably Laili, Londy, or Gideon. Then again, their parents basically work in Diagon Alley with Gideon literally living above a wand shop. Still, he laughed it off when the girl- hair as weird as his- commented about the cat, "Heheh, pretty sure it just wants to sleep. At least I'm not scratched, my dad doesn't really like it when he finds out I get myself wounded. I mean, not angry but like... exasperated, if tha's a word I can use." He shrugged as he twirled the strands of his... well, pink wig. Sure, technically his default hair color is pink since it's his favorite color, but he still has to wear a wig if he's in a muggle place. His father explained that Donner's metamorphagus thing was uncontrollable "at the moment"- and Donner still has yet to get a grip on it. Sure, he can change the colors at will now if he wanted to but sometimes, if he's feeling spontaneous it goes a bit crazy. He's getting better, though.
When the girl introduced herself, Donner gave her a friendly smile. She's acting a bit cute (in a friendly way) but also he thought she was too dainty in his standards. Sure, his twin sister was more reserved than him, but she doesn't come off as dainty to him. "Donner," he told her, shoving his hands on his hoodie's pockets, "Nice hair, by the way, glad that I'm not the only one sporting weird hair. Not that I cared if people give me odd looks. Pink is awesome." He shrugged exaggeratedly with his hands up, "But heh, that's funny. Usually I'm the one approaching someone for a talk, but this is good."
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I took it to the right man, took it all back
When the courts were closing, it was Bobby gracing
I know that I put it to the right man, he put it back
Caught in your eyes, stacks of lights come streaming back
Make it for the best times; Growing pains, good times
wнeɴ - Spring Afternoon 2039 | xx
wнere - A recreational park in Sussex | xx
wιтн - His uncle Austmar | xx
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Posted: Mon Sep 25, 2017 11:44 am
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Posted: Tue Sep 26, 2017 7:36 am
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When the passing looks to die for
Take it in your heart now, love her
When the case is out and you're tired and sodden
Take it in your heart, take it in your heart...
Back to when it was cool, 'cause there's no substitute
Who even knows the truth? (The truth, the truth)·✸· Ðσииεя Σιdε
↪ ( Halfblood Meta ￭ Future Hogwarts Student ￭ Younger Twin )
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Aurora shared her piece of info about her family as Donner sat on the bench, swinging his legs back and forth as he listened. Donner was usually the one who got into more trouble than Dagrun, since he's more of a loose canon and reckless than the other. Though, the last time he got less bad was the Big Lie incident, ironically. Moreso because he was too busy being sad and upset that he didn't have the appetite to go around having fun, guilty because he had been too laid-back and too much of an idiotic airhead back then. He was trying to be better though, this time maybe he can afford to be more... confrontational and observant. Anyway, back to the topic... "My dad knows so much about medicine and first-aid, though he never works in a hospital. Doesn't like them, anyway. It would fit him though 'cause he tends to be... uh, overbearing. He means well, though. I get into trouble more because I'm what people would call a loose cannon." He also gets into arguments with people, mostly because he calls out people right away- and would get himself clocked if they didn't like it. Another thing why he gets scolded; because he was kind of rash about confrontations, and Drew would try to pull him away from it even if she's just like him.
Donner's eyes inadventently turn from true blue to soft violet when Aurora complimented his hair, though deep down he wished that he could just show her his real hair color,. Except that Donner was not allowed to do it in a muggle park because it's against the rules, and said rule wasn't from his pappa but from the Ministry. Getting into trouble by his dad was one thing but the ministry? Not worth it, honestly. Speaking of hair, he wondered if Rora was magic and was born with it, or her parents were cool and allowed her to dye it. Going to the topic of social butterflies, Donner already figured that's either approachable or downright annoying. Sometimes both but he still managed to have friends so... that's okay. "I mean, it's not that I'm scary or whatever. I'm just more outgoing than the others, so I tend to be the type to to the first strike. I was told that I'm either super easy to talk with, or too annoying and noisy. But then again, my father always told me that people have different brains- can't expect them to be like me, which is fine. Different is nice."
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I took it to the right man, took it all back
When the courts were closing, it was Bobby gracing
I know that I put it to the right man, he put it back
Caught in your eyes, stacks of lights come streaming back!
Make it for the best times; Growing pains, good times
wнeɴ - Spring Afternoon 2039 | xx
wнere - A recreational park in Sussex | xx
wιтн - His uncle Austmar | xx
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2018 10:36 am
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I write to stay awake
Light dies quicker in the wintertime
Wolves line the city streets
All that’s left is a tired crime
I’ll sleep away the cold
I’ll wrap myself up like a twisted wire
T R E V A
A N N E S T
W A R L O W
slytherin │ seventh year │ halfblood
Treva threw up a shield when Jasper tossed a stunner at her, and then resisted the urge to scream when Garnet tried to punch his father in the face. What part of 'stall' was so difficult to understand? She wanted to cast a disarming spell, but they were struggling, and if she missed and hit Garnet instead, all she'd be doing was making him even more helpless. And of course he'd had to blow the whole thing by letting slip that he knew her. Her stupid, moronic, brave idiot boyfriend. Well, if he wasn't going to scream bloody murder, she was. Treva took a few paces back and screamed as loudly and piercingly as possible, torn between running to get help and trying to get between the two of them. She'd just turned on her heel when Jasper's stunner hit her directly in the back, and she collapsed to the hard ground.
When she woke up, they were clearly not in Hogsmeade any longer, and her hands were tied crudely behind her back. Treva blinked hard and struggled to get to her feet, but they were tied as well. Obviously, her wand was missing, or this would have only been a minor inconvenience. As it was, she had no means of defending herself, nowhere to run, even if she could, as they appeared to be an in an abandoned house, in a likely locked room, and while hopefully someone in Hogsmeade had seen or at least heard their abduction, who knew if help was coming. On the plus side, she was alive and unharmed. Granted, there was no guarantee she was going to stay that way. Treva had seen this scene on TV a million times; she wasn't stupid, after all. She was here not just because she'd been a witness to the whole but because Garnet's father could clearly put two and two together and would be an idiot, frankly, to not use her as leverage over his son.
His son, who was passed out. Treva was sitting on the dusty floor next to a beaten up old sofa with loose springs sticking out, and Garnet was only a few feet away. "Wake up," she hissed, not about to start screaming and crying and attract the attention of their captor, who had to be around here somewhere. She tried to scoot over to him a bit. "Garnet, wake up." Great. He was probably going to panic when he came to. And apologize. But Treva didn't really give a s**t right now, because her first priority had become getting out of here alive. First things first, she needed to get her hands untied. Maybe if she rubbed the rope against one of the metal springs long enough, she could wear down or loosen the binds. She prodded at Garnet with her feet again, and forced down the swell of panic. She was seventeen years old, not a frightened little girl, and she was a witch. If only she wasn't so shite with wandless magic, they'd be out of here in a few seconds. As it was, she focused for a moment, and tried to see if she could apparate back to Hogsmeade. No dice.
Coiled like a rattlesnake
Bites burn just like a bush fire
I’m a switchblade renegade
My heart’s buried in the junkyard
Covered it in kerosene
Burned it up in cold regard
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2018 11:31 am
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( Pureblood ￭ Slytherin Alumnus ￭ Legilimens/Occulumens ) ↫xx
( Dating Treva Warlow ❤ ) ↫xx
'𝑪𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒎𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒅𝒐 𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒏
𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝑰'𝒎 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔
'𝑪𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝑰'𝒎 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒑 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏, 𝒊𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓
𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑰'𝒎 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒈𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒕
𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕
'𝑪𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝑰'𝒎 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒑 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆
𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝑰 𝒎𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒓
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Garnet was motionless on the dusty wooden flooring, slowly coming back to his senses. It was too quiet, it felt as if it was just him in the room until he heard someone hissing at him to wake up, and something prodding him. His head felt terrible- possibly from the stunner that hit his head. Garnet had hoped it was more of his hitting the ground than the stunner spell. Personally, magic wounds were more serious wounds than something like a head concussion. At least for wizards who got to medical attention as soon as possible. But he... he probably didn't have the option given the circumstances. He probably left his wand at Hogsmeade and thus, he cannot apparate.
He slowly blinked his green eyes, struggling to keep them open. The first thing Garnet noticed was that he was definitely not in Hogsmeade anymore, his arms were tied behind his back, but his feet weren't. Possibly due to Jasper's knowledge of him having a injured foot. "s**t..." He gritted his teeth, trying to move his legs slowly. Garnet must have put a lot of pressure on the foot earlier, now it was just hurting worse. He wasn't sure if he could still make a stand if he had to. Garnet then looked to his right, seeing Treva. Part of him wanted to be relieved, but he knew that this was most likely only delaying what could be her death in Hogsmeade. He sensed that she was probably panicking right now, which made him feel shitty about himself. Way to start their date. He cursed at himself in French, then swallowed his panic down. Garnet dragged Treva to his problems, he didn't want to make the situation worse.
"He didn't kill you, thank God. Did... did he hurt you this recent?" He whispered in utter concern, feeling the need to suppress his temptation to instinctively panic and apologize. He was honestly panicking at what could possibly happen, he felt that his father was being so unpredictable. And he hated supririses. He shook his head, so he get his feet and legs close to him so that the hands on his back could be moved to his front. ******** the precautions about his foot, despite his pained hisses. There was fear in his tone as he tried to scoot closer, hoping that Garnet could find a way to loosen these grips. If he cannot get out of here, Treva would hopefully could. But it did left one question in this head. If Jasper was so intent on harming her, even burning his arm when he was ten, why would he want him alive in this dusty basement with Treva? That didn't feel right. He grumbled bitterly, "God, this is what I've been dreading the most. When is he gonna stop haunting us?"
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𝑻𝒓𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒎𝒆, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰'𝒎 𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒆
'𝑪𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝑰 𝒎𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆
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