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Posted: Wed Feb 03, 2016 12:04 am
  ⁂𝒯𝒽𝒾𝓇𝒹 𝒴𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝒮𝓁𝓎𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓃⁂ Tessa tilted her head upward a bit when Kyson questioned her interest in languages. She glanced back at her book, then nodded. "Yes, in fact, I do. I taught myself three languages, besides English. Celtic will be my fourth." Why, she wondered, did he care all of a sudden. Had he gotten some respect smacked into him or something? He never talked about her study habits.... or anything else really. In fact, he usually only spoke to her in bad insults. Hm. At his next question, she lifted an eyebrow. How did he know her class picks? Though, apparently, his parents picked his class roster for him. "Yes, I did sign up for World Studies. Although, I picked it without being told to do so as a future heiress." At that, a smug grin touched her lips, a bit of her haughty attitude returning. "I'm also taking several other classes your poor, teeny brain couldn't dare comprehend." She smiled sweetly, hands still sitting innocently atop her book. It was his move next, and she couldn't wait for his pitiful retaliation. Wʜᴇɴ I ɢʀᴏᴡ ᴜᴘ I ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ʙᴇ ғᴀᴍᴏᴜs
I ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ʙᴇ ᴀ sᴛᴀʀ, I ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ʙᴇ ɪɴ ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇs
Wʜᴇɴ I ɢʀᴏᴡ ᴜᴘ I ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ sᴇᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ
Dʀɪᴠᴇ ɴɪᴄᴇ ᴄᴀʀs, I ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɢʀᴏᴜᴘɪᴇs
Wʜᴇɴ I ɢʀᴏᴡ ᴜᴘ ʙᴇ ᴏɴ TV
Pᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴍᴇ, ʙᴇ ᴏɴ ᴍᴀɢᴀᴢɪɴᴇs
Wʜᴇɴ I ɢʀᴏᴡ ᴜᴘ, ғʀᴇsʜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʟᴇᴀɴ
Nᴜᴍʙᴇʀ ᴏɴᴇ ᴄʜɪᴄᴋ ᴡʜᴇɴ I sᴛᴇᴘ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴄᴇɴᴇ Ɓє cαяєfυƖ ωнαт уσυ ωιѕн fσя 'cαυѕє уσυ נυѕт мιgнт gєт ιт {OoC}
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Cinnabun Gryffie Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Feb 03, 2016 2:57 am
♚「Nicole Lyra "Nike" Lovette」♚ ◆ Second Year ◆ Pureblood ◆ Slytherin ◆ Second-born ◆     ◆ With : Cyrus Lillantine ◆ Where : Hogsmeade Station ----> Slytherin Table ◆ Wearing : Uniform ◆ Out.Of.Cases : @murrue : Dear murrue, good luck dealing with Leon, I hope Ray still lives and survives. 8'D
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Posted: Wed Feb 03, 2016 3:12 pm
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Nothing, she thought pitifully. Not even a word. The other boy just seemed to glare at her, as if that would somehow make her disappear. And oh honey, if only it could. But Savannah knew better than that, she had learned it the hard way. She was still waving the chocolate frog card in between two fingers when he suddenly jumped (eliciting a small reaction of surprise from her,) then stalked down the table and cursed at another student. ”Well bugger me,” she said to herself, dropping the chocolate card on the table in front of her and watched curiously as a few students bolted out of the great hall, meanwhile the sorting continued on without them. Now the dreadful recognition of being all alone had daunted her, so she shifted her attention down the table for a new plaything to talk to. Just someone to keep her mind off the impending doom; the little paranoid voice in her mind is always talking about it—it just won't shut up.
Down the ways, a little first year dropped his head against the table, maybe the wrackspurts had gotten him paranoid too? She slid down the bench a few seats until she was across from him, 'Argal,', she thought she heard during the roll call. ”Here, you can have my chocolate. The Hatter and the Hare have to have their taste of fresh meat before we can have ours.” She said, motioning to the sorting hat and the deputy headmistress with a pointed nod, then slid her chocolate frog package across the table towards him. ”I'm not hungry anyway.”
[OOC: ] ∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷【LOCATION:: slytherin table 】 【COMPANY:: Leon and Wren 】
【ATTIRE:: mini skirt, tattered fishnets 】 【STATS:: thirteen, 5'5", 119lbs 】 ∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷
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Essy ze Ninja Vice Captain
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Wed Feb 03, 2016 6:45 pm
Well, the crooks are out, and the streets are gray...
You know I wouldn't have it any other way.
Your mother's words, they're ringing still-
But your mother don't pay our bills.
A sinister kid is a kid who runs to meet his Maker...  ᶜ ʸ ᴿ ᵁ ˁ
ᴱ ᶻ ᴱ ᴷ ᴵ ᴱ ᴸ
ᴸ ᴵ ᴸ ᴸ ᴬ ᴺ ᵀ ᴵ ᴺ ᴱ
ˁᴸʸᵀᴴᴱᴿᴵᴺ │ ᵀᴴᴵᴿᴰ ʸᴱᴬᴿ │ ᴾᵁᴿᴱᴮᴸᴼᴼᴰ │ ᵀᴴᴵᴿᴰ ᴮᴼᴿᴺ
Cy stared as she proceeded to pull out knitting materials, and quite casually start in on a scarf or hat or something of the sort. Then he snorted in amusement as she sarcastically replied, still focused on her little project. "I can hardly bear to tear my eyes away," he commented lightly. "It's a year for Gryffindor- good for them." The school could always do with more fights and screaming matches, after all. Besides, he rather liked Gryffindors, or at least watching them battle their way haphazardly through their school years. "That must be Hamilton," he clarified for her, "At least... that's the only Strudwick besides this new one I'm aware of. He's a bit unpleasant, I hear." But apparently had a fondness for house elves... Personally, speaking Cy had never seen the appeal in the little creatures. The ones at his home had never given him much trouble, not like they'd given Vander, but they were always vaguely suspicious of him. He supposed they had every right to be, but still, it was a little offensive. He stared at the same scene she did; Raymond approached Aimee, she ran out, Leon snarled something at him, they both gave chase like hounds after a deer, as did Caty, and two Ravenclaws. "Hm," he said carefully. "Wonder what that was all about." A drop dead sprint from the day he's born-
Straight into his Maker's arms!
And that's me, the boy with the broken halo;
That's me, the devil won't let me be.
I got a tortured mind, and my blade is sharp...
A bad combination in the dark.
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Posted: Thu Feb 04, 2016 8:42 am
I'm supposed to be the soldier who never blows his composure
Even though I hold the weight of the whole world on my shoulders
I ain't never supposed to show it, my crew ain't supposed to know it
Even if it means goin' toe to toe with a Benzino it don't matter
I'd never drag them in battles that I can handle unless I absolutely have to
I'm supposed to set an example XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX  ⒒ | Ｍｕｇｇｌｅｂｏｒｎ | Ｓｌｙｔｈｅｒｉｎ Ｆｉｒｓｔ Ｙｅａｒ ✕ ✖ ✗✘ Wren stiffened when he heard someone say chocolate could heard and feel the vibrations on the table from something being slid towards him and cautiously lifted his head to see who it was. It was a girl, an older one, prolly like two or three, and some brown wrapped from. She mentioned a hatter and a hare and when he turned to see who she was motioning to he snorted when it happened to be the mutant hat and the deputy headmistress. The Hare he didn't really get but the hatter at least fit somewhat. He turned back tot he supposed chocolate and looked at it critically; he'd seen some pretty messed up things but a chocolate frog...it didn't even register. Prolly because it sounded so crazy he wouldn't believe a thing like that existed. And yet here he was in a dress, under a banner of a giant snake, about to learn magic. He'd have to at least attempt to be slightly more open minded but he wouldn't hold his breath. "Cheers." Wren eventually told her cautiously sliding the package towards him and looking it over. His stomach gave another grumble and he figured even if the damn thing really did taste like a frog he'd still eat at least half. He opened the package and dropped it back onto the table when the damn bloody thing moved and acted like it was going to hop away. He grabbed it with both hands and ripped a leg off so it didn't get the chance again feeling slightly sick at even having to do so. Jesus, these people thought this was good for kids?! Anwen would cry for days if she saw one of these things! He still felt a tad queasy but his hunger overruled everything else so he took a small bite of the leg he just pulled and felt his eyes widen at the warm taste in his mouth. It was still a shite thing to do but at least it tasted good. "Couldn' just make chocolate could you? Nooo, it had to be magical...and who the ******** is 'Agrippa'?" Wren asked lastly taking a look at the card he hadn't noticed before seeing the name and a picture of what looked like a cross between a monk and one of those old timey philosophers. Step by step, heart to heart, left right left
We all fall down like toy soldiers
Bit by bit, torn apart, we never win
But the battle wages on for toy soldiers
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Posted: Thu Feb 04, 2016 10:27 am
 My eyes are open wide
And by the way,
I made it through the day
I watched the world outside
By the way,
I'm leaving out today
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Who am I with? Other Slytherins
What am I doing? Trying to meet new people
What am I thinking? Here's to hopefully a good experience at school, though I wish Hamilton wouldn't glare at me...
What am I wearing? First Year Uniform▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁
Arden let out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding as he heard the hat's proclamation. He was almost certain that he'd probably taken longer than anyone else he'd seen. Then again, that might have been in his imagination. He got off the stool, thanking the deputy headmistress and the Sorting Hat politely before he walked over to join his new house. Green eyes could already pick out several people that he'd seen, and he was slightly disappointed that he wasn't joining his friends. Well, he could decide to speak to them during lessons and such. It wasn't like he was completely segregating himself from them, unlike what certain members of his family would have had him believe.
He looked about before he sat down next to another first year, a boy with an odd name. The other boy seemed to be engrossed in a chocolate frog, and he blinked at the girl who was sitting across from him. Well, this seemed interesting. He cupped his chin in his hand and looked them both over, before deciding to extend his hand for the both of them to shake. "Hello. I don't believe we've had the pleasure of meeting before. Arden Strudwick. What are your names, if you don't mind me asking?"
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OOC:
Tell my mother,
Tell my father
I've done the best I can
To make them realize
This is my life
I hope they understand
I'm not angry, I'm just saying...
Sometimes goodbye is a second chance
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Posted: Thu Feb 04, 2016 3:43 pm
 xSeymour Benjamin Ryansxxxxx xxxx<7th Year> My watch broke last week <2032-2033>
And I don't need directions to know I'm < at the Slytherin Table >
And an FYI, looking this Awesome is an art!
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Posted: Thu Feb 04, 2016 4:07 pm
 xωєη∂у мα∂єℓιηє ςнαιѕту xxxxx xxxx<7th Year> Time: 2032-2033
Location: Platform 9 3/4
Dressed: with class
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Posted: Thu Feb 04, 2016 6:17 pm
drop a heart break a name ❤ drop a heart break a name ❤ drop a heart break a name ❤ drop a heart break a name ❤ drop a heart break a name
drop a heart break a name ❤ drop a heart break a name ❤ drop a heart break a name ❤ drop a heart break a name ❤ drop a heart break a name
drop a heart break a name ❤ drop a heart break a name ❤ drop a heart break a name ❤ drop a heart break a name ❤ drop a heart break a name
✭》 ░░░░░░░░░░░ Ｗｅ＇ｒｅ ｇｏｉｎｇ
down, down in an earlier round ✗/ AND Sugar, we're going
x⇣ xxx⇣ xxx⇣ DOWNSWINGINGxxx ░░░ ▬🎈
✭》 ░░░░░░░░░░░ Ｉｓ ｔｈｉｓ ｍｏｒｅ ｔｈａｎ ｙｏｕ ｂａｒｇａｉｎｅｄ ｆｏｒ ｙｅｔ？
When the train arrived at the station in Hogsmeade, Ralph gloomily pressed his face against the glass of his car. They had arrived. Normally, this would have elicited some glee from the second year, he would have been jumping up and down, pointing at the station before they had even pulled in. Today, however, Ralph looked as if an entire raincloud hovered over his head.
Tristan was now gone to who-knows-where and Effy had disappeared long before they had even boarded the train. That left little Ralph to handle all the luggage for the Hastings. Plus, there was no one there to talk to, no one there to help, and no one there to rustle his hair and call him Ralphy anymore. They had all gone in an instant. And, just like that, the second year was utterly alone.
Still, the gloom of the situation couldn’t keep his optimistic spirits dead for long as he remembered all the friends he had made the previous year and how much he was looking forward to seeing them again. It was even more sincere this time, considering his current predicament, but he overlooked it, as any twelve-year-old would.
The train ground to a screeching halt that sounded more like a banshee than a machine, and the conductor’s voice announcing that they had finally arrived at their destination: Hogwarts. The name made Ralph’s heart sing.
”Bloody hell," Ralph whispered as he began stacking all the luggage into one pile. Some bags were heavier than others, and some were wider. One of the smaller pouches slipped from his hands and landed on the floor, scattering all sorts of makeup supplies across the train car’s carpet. Ralph scrambled around, trying to pick it all up, ”Bloody hell!"
Ralph pulled out his wand angrily, hands still full of mascara and lipsticks, and pointed at the pile, ”Wingardium Leviosa!" A few of the pieces of luggage were lifted into the air, wobbling at first due to Ralph’s lack of practice, but into the air they went anyway. He stacked them outside the car door in the train’s hallway, repeating the process until every bag and trunk was relocated out of the car. Then he did it over and over and over again until the luggage checkpoint.
By the time he arrived, Ralph simply dropped all the things he was holding in his arms and left without saying as much as one word.
He was frustrated that the luggage had been left to him, that both of his cousins were acting so strange. What was going on? Why was Effy acting like that? And where did Tristan run off to? Why did neither one of them care about him anymore?
The last question stung Ralph so much he had to stop his siege on the castle. Tears burned his eyes and his heart ached like it had never done before. Was this rejection that he was feeling? He wiped away the stray tears that threatened to form in the corners of his eyes and resigned himself to be steely. He would not show his disappointment and hurt. He. Would. Not.
It wasn’t the right place nor was it the right time.
Instead, he marched on towards Hogwarts, barely even taking in its beautiful architect or the scenery, which was lush and at its peak before autumn took hold. He, instead, considered how he was going to enter the Great Hall as late as he was to its festivities. The walk seemed to help him clear his mind and he felt more confident with every step.
Before he knew it, the door to the Great Hall was in front of him. Ralph took a deep breath as he placed a hand on one of the large doors. In his mind, he replayed over and over what he would do when he opened the door: he would enter, make a beeline for the Slytherin table, keep his head down, and slide into a seat next to one of his peers before anyone noticed he was missing.
Ralph pushed open the door just in time to side-step someone else running out. They were a blur to him, they ran passed him so hastily, and he didn’t even see if it was a man or a woman. A lot of eyes had been on them though and as Ralph made his way to the Slytherin table with his eyes cast downward, he still felt like those eyes had transferred from the stranger to him now.
When he sat down, he did so with a sigh of relief. The Sorting Hat Ceremony droned on in the background, adding a layer of comfort to the first year’s daring trek to his table. At least no one really noticed... or cared.
Again, the sting of rejection hit him. The cloud of melancholy took its place above Ralph’s head and the poor child sat by himself, sulking in its misery. What was he going to do now that his cousins had abandoned him? He looked around for them, but he only saw Effy, flirting with a boy.
Ralph’s face scrunched into one of rage before he turned his head and looked down the table in the other direction, in such for his fellow second years. He could not find them, which further soured his mood.
The second year decided that he would just wait until the feast ended to socialize with his friends from the previous year.
ooc Let me know if I should change anything!
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Posted: Thu Feb 04, 2016 6:32 pm
 ✦ ❝maisie isolde grimm❞
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♛ ｛ first year - slytherin
┊☆Slytherin. Maisie had suspected as much. How could she have fit in anywhere else? The Hat had gotten her character pretty well. Sure, some people might see being cunning and relentless as a bad thing, but not Maisie. To be perfectly honest, she saw it as a strength.
┊☆The girl made her way over to the Slytherin table. Her parents would be so proud of her, especially her father. Arriving at the table, she scanned for a place to sit. Such a thing was much more important than some might think. Maisie was a shiny new thing. Everyone wanted to play with the shiny new thing. As for Maisie, she simply wanted to make sure that she found people that she sat with were people that she would want to be friends with.
┊☆Eventually she decided to sit near two boys that she recognized as being fellow first years. Maisie took her seat as one of the boys was struggling with a chocolate frog. Judging by his reaction, the girl was fairly certain he was a muggleborn. "I think Agrippa was an author in the fifteenth century," she said. Agrippa was one of the wizards that she had learned about a couple of years ago on a trip to Germany. "Anyways, my name is Maisie Grimm, and it is a pleasure to meet you," the girl added upon hearing Arden introduce himself. She at least meant it toward him and the older girl sitting with them. She wasn't too sure about the boy with the chocolate frog though, but she figured it was good to start on the right foot.
♛ ｛ ooc:
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Posted: Fri Feb 05, 2016 7:21 am
I don’t know what I ever wanted...
You got a front, well, you better flaunt it.
Ate a piece of the devil’s body-
The face of the devil follows me.
Every day it feels like I’m running;
And I’m headed straight for the blaze!
And I can breathe when I’m underwater!
And I’m ready with a finger on the trigger!  V I O L A N T E
F A Y E
L I L L A N T I N E
Slytherin │ Fifth Year │ Pureblood │ Adopted │ Prefect
Vio's mood was a bit improved from what it had been like at the station, after riding up to the castle with her girlfriend, but now she was at the Slytherin table, and the reminder that she'd have to spend the next three years... working... with... Hamilton... was quite strong. She didn't want to be blabbing away during the Sorting, even if she would have kept her voice down, because she wasn't an idiot, so she focused on what was going on around her instead. Vander and Wendy were huddled with their heads together, as usual. She might not have been out for her older cousin's blood the way she was for Cyrus', but that didn't mean she suddenly trusted him and thought him a wonderful young man. He was just as awful as he'd ever been, and she doubted being with Wendy had improved much of him. She was startled at the sudden flurry of activity that took place- Vio had not seen Raymond go over to Aimee, or the dark haired girl run out while she was eyeing her cousin and his fiancee, but she did glimpse a small group of second years leave the Great Hall. She was pretty sure Caty Lowery, Raymond Yuko, and Leon McGregor had been among them, which sounded like a recipe for disaster, but there had been two from the Ravenclaw table as well, and she was not about to spend her first night as prefect dealing with whatever was going on. Let the Head Boy and Head Girl handle it. She thought she saw a few come back in a minute or two later anyways, so perhaps whatever had been going on had come to be an abrupt halt. The blonde rolled her eyes and returned her attention to the table. Savannah Hastings was now harassing a first year whose surname had sounded Welsh, and they'd been joined by two other first year's, a Grimm, and oh, how wonderful, another Strudwick. Of course. Just what Hogwarts needed. Tristan Hastings and Lorelei Townsend were sitting together, and she assumed it was only a matter of time before the inevitable happened with those two, and speaking of flirtation, it looked as if something similar might be occurring with Kyson Macclellan and Contessa Linwood. Good for them. Benjamin Ryans was chatting with Mira Mitchell, looking a little lost without his girlfriend, the poor thing, Ralph, the littlest Hastings, looked like he was sulking about something, and Cyrus... was talking to Nike Lovette. Ugh. Could she take points off of him for... She'd think of something, but someone needed to put a stop to that, and quick, before he sunk his claws into the girl even more. Who’s that girl, who’s that girl?
She’s only special in secret...
And she’s got her own familiar spirits.
Something inside of her rises and she knows;
Destruction makes the world burn brighter.
When the wind takes 'em all, away from here-
When the sorrow is all gone, buried in the snow-
When the wolves howl their song, and the whole earth is done.
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Fri Feb 05, 2016 7:31 am
We both pull the tricks out of our sleeves...
But I'll believe in anything,
And you'll believe in anything.
If I could take the fire out from the water-
I'd share a life and you'd share a life.
I'd take you where nobody knows you,
And nobody gives a damn.  ᵉ ᵛ ᵃ ᶰ ᵈ ᵉ ʳ
ᵗ ʳ ᶤ ˢ ᵗ ᵃ ᶰ
ˡ ᶤ ˡ ˡ ᵃ ᶰ ᵗ ᶤ ᶰ ᵉ
ˢˡʸᵗʰᵉʳᶤᶰ ˢᶤˣᵗʰ ʸᵉᵃʳ │ ᵛᶤᶜᵉ ᶜᵃᵖᵗᵃᶤᶰ ᵃᶰᵈ ˢᵉᵉᵏᵉʳ │ ᵖᵘʳᵉᵇˡᵒᵒᵈ ʰᵉᶤʳ
Vander snorted. "You haven't seen the way that b***h I'm supposed to call my mother operates. 'Silver tongued' comes to mind. They'll find someone older for her, most likely. Some second or third son desperate to make a marriage. She could have ended up married to your cousin- and he's five years her elder." Vander was very glad that hadn't come to fruition, mostly because he was marrying Wendy, but partially because the idea of David Avery as a brother in law was enough to make him contemplate homicide more than usual. He supposed Strudwick might be a viable option for Anti, but... Hamilton Strudwick made him look like a charmer, and Vander was fairly sure he wouldn't be able to last a conversation with the younger boy without wanting to deck him, fellow pureblood heir or not. And I could take another hit for you-
And I could take away your trips from you!
And I could take away the salt from your eyes-
And take away the spitting salt in you!
And I could give you my apologies...
By handing over my neologies...
And I could take away the shaking knees.
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Posted: Fri Feb 05, 2016 3:44 pm
xωєη∂у мα∂єℓιηє ςнαιѕту xxxxx xxxx<7th Year> Time: 2032-2033
Location: Platform 9 3/4
Dressed: with class
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Posted: Fri Feb 05, 2016 4:17 pm
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spaceIvy was a little torn as she got to the Great Hall; on the one hand, she sort of wanted to keep tailing Joel and Mattie (watching the two of them until they'd gotten to the carriages had been utterly hilarious), but she also wanted to sit with Vio. Figuring she'd have more fun harassing Joel once they were in the Common Room, away from the blonde girl, she elected to try and hunt her girlfriend down instead. This proved fairly easy, since Vio was already seated at the Slytherin table. The redhead grinned, walking up to the table as if she owned it (and just let some smartarse try to tell her to relocate). Before she sat down, she leaned in and pressed her lips to Vio's cheek, sliding into the seat next to her. "Sorry I didn't catch up with you at the station," she said, a bit apologetically. "I got a tad distracted stalking after Joel making an idiot of himself." On the one hand, she did feel sort of guilty that she'd been too busy spying on her friend to find Vio at the station. On the other hand, yeah, they were dating, but she couldn't totally ignore her other friends just because she had a girlfriend. Besides, she didn't figure Vio would expect her to.
spaceRemembering that the Slytherin had probably had a less-than-stellar day, she rested her head on Vio's shoulder, taking her hand. "I can either give you the play-by-play of my day, or ask you about yours. Which would you prefer?" Some people might think that she was being insensitive, not immediately asking how her girlfriend's day had been, but those people probably didn't know what it was like to spend a day in a confined space with Hamilton. Ivy figured there was a fifty-fifty chance that Vio wanted to talk about literally anything else. The other fifty percent being that she would launch into the rant to end all rants. Which Ivy would be more than happy to listen to, obviously, but it would probably end in her girlfriend being morally obligated to dock points from Gryffindor for punching the arsehat. He'd seemed particularly dickish for about a year now. She wondered what the hell had happened to make him so much worse sometimes, but then she decided she didn't particularly care. It wasn't like asking him would result in his opening up and telling her all his woes and them suddenly overcoming their differences or some bullshite like that. He was an arsehole, and his life just happened to also suck. Case closed. Didn't mean she had to care.
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