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When I was young and unbroken,
I tried so hard to get under everyone's skin.
And so it begins; I braced myself-
Embraced myself, misplaced myself-
And all with a sh*t eating grin!
And the p***k of a pin!
It's a killer life, now on with the show!

I built this house with walls of flesh-
And broken bones and skins!
And I must confess that I'm a sweet mess...
I change my guard with no regard;
And I'm not unscarred so far.
But I'm a success of bitter sweetness!

xSeymour Benjamin Ryansxxxxx
xxxx<4th Year><Single: pfft... I'm a one man army!>

"Sure, got to retire while you can look great in a bikini," Benjamin said with a smirk. "I'll wear a speedo if you want. You know, for equality or something. I'm not ashamed to show off some skin. And you know even if we waited till we were ninety we still would be the best looking retirees in Mexico."

He chuckled and then when she said they weren't going to shag in front of a portrait he raised a brow, "Eww, no. I don't want commentary distracting me. I was thinking maybe second base or so. Then we can go into some closet or something and shag if you want."

"I can go get a pair if you want," Benjamin said with a shrug. "But I get to pick your outfit for the occasion too. I'll be sure its your style and looks good. I do have good artistic taste after all. And, I would probably do my typical redistribution of wealth that I already do. Why do you have plans you wish for me to carry out, Empress?"

I'm gonna take what's in front of me tonight
Sometimes you just gotta float
Sometimes the waves are gonna crash you to the shore, whoo
Sometimes the peace comes
And settles your soul
Sometimes the angers so strong
You just wanna lose control


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Timothy had been sitting quietly at the staff table for a while. However, when it looked as though it was about time for him to stand and make his usual announcement. Shockingly the school year hadn't been that bad, and he was glad for it. Now, if only he could get a relaxing summer before the new year began. Standing, he walked over to the podium and cleared his throat.

"Well now, we find ourselves at the end of another year. For those who just joined us, congratulations for making it through your first year, and for those now leaving, we wish you the best in any endeavors you may pursue in the future. As such, the standings of the cup should be announced." He looked over the tables before looking back to the students. "The house cup standings are thus. In fourth place, with 145 points, is Hufflepuff. Third place, with a total of 315 points, goes to Ravenclaw. Second place, with a total of 330 points, goes to Gryffindor. And finally, in first place with a total of 530 points as well as the Quidditch Cup, goes to Slytherin! Congratulations on your wins. Now, let us tuck in, enjoy the evening, and prepare for your trips back home for the summer."



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Location: Great Hall
Thinking: Another year's gone...
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You know when the good times come
You know the bad gonna come too yeah
I don't know what to call it
But I'll just guess I'll call it

Tristan was early as ever; rushing through the crowd while trying to seem as calm as possible, which left his upper body still as stone while his little legs furiously shuffled beneath him. The house table was still rather empty, so he had his choice of seating; the second year paced up and down the aisle trying to find the best view of the sorting hat before finally pushing back his emerald trimmed robes and sunk down onto the bench at the table. His sister was probably still in the boathouse, maybe rounding around the castle waiting to be led inside. She better be alright; his vision narrowed at the thought. If anything happens... Tristan was riling himself up again, his brow and eye twitched, nostrils flared, and jaw had clenched until the muscle felt sore. He didn't like this, the waiting. It felt longer on this side than it had for their sorting. Though the thestrals were certainly an interesting sight to see, he wished he could have been with his sister, just in case. Tristan sighed, attempted to distract himself by polishing his wand until the first years were escorted out onto the platform beside the staff table. Now he was all neck and eyes trying to catch a glimpse of his baby sister in the crowd.

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spaceLori had been shocked when Gia elected to ride to the school with their dormmate. She'd been certain that the Italian would take advantage of the opportunity to insult the other girl and they'd be on their merry way. But, she had seemed rather off-put by the thestrals, which she supposed she understood. They were rather disquieting. For her part, she'd found them quite fascinating, but she could see where others would be disturbed. Had she been a bad friend, then, abandoning Gia to investigate them? The creature she'd approached had been friendly enough, as Leslie had assured her they would be, and Lori had found herself wishing she had some sort of treat to offer. Did they eat apples? Not that she should be concerned with that, considering she might've upset Gia. But it wasn't like she could go back and not do it. She'd just have to make it up to the other girl later.

spaceThe Slytherin sighed, spotting Tristan already seated at the table. Figuring that she could do worse for company, she sat across from the boy, offering a small smile. "Hi, Tristan," she said, a small amount of cheer infused into her voice. She assumed Gia would be along shortly, and figured that she wouldn't mind sitting with their housemate overmuch. If nothing else, he'd proven himself somewhat reliable after the fiasco at Hogsmeade. And it wasn't as though she had a problem with him, she just didn't like to call a person friend until they'd earned the title... and until she'd earned it in return. She had no idea how the boy felt about her, but she had nothing against him. Unlike Sera, who she honestly wished would learn to stay silent and leave her alone. Ah, well. She couldn't always have what she wanted.


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There's a war inside of me burning red and honestly-
Any idiot could see that I killed all the hope that I had.
There's a war inside of me, and you watch it silently...
And I wave it constantly like a flag, like a flag, like a flag.
This knife that's in my back keeps twisting; anxiety attacks!
This is a battleground; I'm caught in the crossfire;
My words are weaponry and I'm waiting patiently...

You win the battle now, but I will return the fire.
'Cause I'd crawl on broken glass to be the one who laughs last!
You're advancing mercilessly; unprovoked and needlessly-
And I'll march you into the sea just to watch you drown in the end.
I am used to these black eyes, to be bruised; antagonized;
But it overwhelms my mind to believe that I call you a friend.
Down the trenches I will go, fight the armies on my own...

xWendy Madeline Chaistyxxxxx
xxxx<5th Year>

Wendy held the smallest of smirks and the faintest hint of a blush when she detected as she had leaned forward and recrossed her legs, that Evander went from looking to purposely trying not to, to staring again. It was amusing. Almost more amusing than his reaction when she had stripped down to her bikini and dove into the pool two summers ago. Then he could claim he had been shocked at her 'less than lady like' behavior and the fact she had worn so little-obvious he hadn't exactly seen a girl in a bikini before judging by his reaction (or if he did it might be his mother or sister), but this time, she could point out her attire was hardly enough to cause a scandal. Plenty of girls wore far shorter skirts, you didn't see him attempting to not stare at them. Or it wasn't so obvious his attempts not to. She grew more sober as she listened to him go on about his brother, though.

"There's not much to see through with him," Wendy sighed, "Really he's quite transparent. I wonder if it is a fault of your entire family, though. The difference being that Cyrus thinks he's actually some clever in his farce. Quite honestly, Cathaline is less transparent than him, and she's a Hufflepuff." She shook her head and added her eyes fixed on Evander, her voice cold and frank as she added, "And if he was a squib, the engagement offer wouldn't even have been considered. Wouldn't want a Chaisty having a possibility of producing squib offspring, you know." She shrugged as she got up as the carriage came to a stop and got off not bothering to wait for Evander.

Once, arriving at the Slytherin table, Wendy found herself sitting next to Evander and when Cyrus was sorted to Slytherin, hardly a surprise, Wendy looked to Evander who was glaring at the younger brother. She considered saying something to Evander, but decided it wiser not to say anything and instead turned her attention back to the sorting, and she reminded herself that she'd be stuck leading the first years, including Cyrus, to the dungeons this feast. Unless she could convince Jesse to untangle himself from his Ravenclaw boyfriend to do it for her. At least the mudblood, or so she assumed he was, wouldn't be dirtying the gene pool with his taste in who to be attracted to.

Ａᴛᴛɪʀᴇ ﹕﹕ [x]
Ｊᴀᴍs ﹕﹕ [x]
Ｍᴏᴏᴅ ﹕﹕ Content
Ｌᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ﹕﹕ Slytherin Table
Ｃᴏᴍᴘᴀɴɪᴏɴs ﹕﹕ Camila and the Slytherins
Ｔʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs ﹕﹕ '...At least some of them are approachable...'

With more and more first years being sorted into Slytherin, Esmée studied the students carefully, sizing them up as they all crossed the hall towards the table. Of course, these were going to be the students she would be closest to, given that she’d be living with them for the remainder of her seven years at Hogwarts, but did she have to like any of them? It would probably be best to at least make some friends within her year, or at least make allies if friendship proved to be a hard enough status to achieve. Of course, as a girl born into a wizarding family Esmée had already heard her fair share of stories about the house she’d been placed in, and while the girl wasn’t necessarily surprised, it was still worth mulling over – the fact that she, a Slytherin, was biologically related, a twin even, to Dante, a Gryffindor. ’At least he’s not a Huffie…’ She thought, smirking. Of course, there was nothing wrong with Hufflepuff - both of her parents were Hufflepuff alumni. But her parents were boring, there was no other way of putting it.

With the new arrivals at the table, Esmée couldn’t help but to notice that one newcomer in particular looked somewhat displeased. The other, well, she’d taken a seat some chairs down from the rest of the pack. Was that a jab at them? At least she didn’t look disappointed to be sitting at the Slytherin table. Dismissing the thought, Esmée’s attention was directed to a voice down the table.

It belonged to an older student – Camila, who introduced herself as a prefect for the Slytherin House. Smiling to the girl, Esmée shifted in her seat so as to readjust and save herself from awkward positioning as she conversed with the older girl. ”Much appreciated, thanks.” She began with a warm smile. At least for now the Slytherins weren’t completely living up to expectations. ”I’m just looking forward to learning how to cast spells properly, really. I guess in a way it makes me excited to start… but having to listen to adults drone on about things tends to be a bore.” She said earnestly. ”How did you manage to survive first year?”