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Posted: Tue Oct 23, 2012 5:57 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 23, 2012 6:17 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 23, 2012 6:19 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 23, 2012 6:19 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 23, 2012 6:25 pm
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Oh hot damn This is my jam Keep me partyin to the A.M.
Ɍemy Ѵerity Ƀleiddiaid Single ~ Gryffindor ~ Third Year ~ Chaser ~ Pureblood
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Remy heard the announecent from the professor and quickly skipped off in search of her sister and Dhylan. And Romy. Him too. She needed to be sure he went where he needed to go. Looking through the crowd of students, she finally found a familiar blonde head with teal eyes, as well as a boy with black hair and blue eyes. Heather and Dhylan! Those two were always together! She skipped over to them, a cheery smile on her face. "There you two are! I was looking for you, Heather and-" she stopped dead in her tracks and words. This boy was not Dhylan, the Hufflepuff Chaser, but instead it was Dominic, the Slytherin Beater. Holy whoa! What was Heather doing hanging out with this guy?! Did she not remember them trying to kill each other last term?! All of these thoughts did not phase her smile though. Inner thoughts are just that. Inner. Not outer. "H-Hi, Dominic. You got taller, huh?" she said, looking up at him. Her four foot eleven inches had nothing on her sister's five foot one inch, nor Dhylan's five foot three inches, and now Dominic's five foot seven inches? A short girl just can't get a break.
{OOC:}
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You all don't understand Make me throw my hands in the ayer, ay, ayer, ayer, ay, ayer
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Posted: Tue Oct 23, 2012 6:31 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 23, 2012 7:58 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 23, 2012 8:02 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 23, 2012 8:23 pm
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Adalaide BlytheHufflepuff // Second Year // Hogsmeade Station // WearingCURRENTLY WITH // Nell, Michelle and MarinaCURRENTLY FEELING // ExcitedCURRENTLY THINKING // 'I wondered what happened to him'═════════════════════════════════
Adalaide smiled, her eyes growing concerned for a brief moment when she noticed Damien walk by, still looking so... lost. She didn't really like seeing him like this, it made her so uncomfortable! He was supposed to be snobby, and mean, and arrogant, not some sad, broken looking puppy that she wanted to make feel better! Still, she offered him the smile, concern in her eyes. Call her a pushover, but she really didn't like to see anyone looking so miserable. Not liking to see him (both because she felt bad for him and because she couldn't believe she felt bad for him), she turned away, and back to the girls, her smile growing wider at their comments. "Yeah, they told me as soon as we got home! We don't know if it's a boy or a girl yet. Daddy wants it to be a boy, but me and Mama don't really care, as long as it's healthy and happy. And I want the baby to have cute, chubby little cheeks, like I did. I bet the baby'll be so cute!" She glanced back over at Marina, wondering what was the matter. Something niggled in the back of her head... Marina had been gone a couple of days, too, at the same time that Damien had gone missing! She remembered because she thought she'd heard someone wondering if they'd hexed each other and gotten expelled or something, since it was pretty well known that they didn't like each other. For a moment, she wondered if perhaps Marina had been involved in whatever had happened to Damien... but it couldn't be! After all, they did, in fact, basically hate each other, and anyway, what could they have possibly done? She brushed the thought aside. Maybe Marina was just a little ill.
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(( OOC: ))Thanks! ^_^
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Posted: Tue Oct 23, 2012 9:10 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 23, 2012 9:31 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 24, 2012 12:36 pm
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Wed Oct 24, 2012 1:19 pm
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How did we get here? When I used to know you so well?
Marina Eugenie Aldred, Proud Halfblood, Slytherin Second Year
Wearing Mood: Numb Thoughts: He looked over here... With: Nell, Michelle, and Ada
Marina eyes locked onto Damien's for a split second, then she looked away. It made her feel even worse to look him in the eyes. Everything was different about him now. She suspected that he had overheard Ada, and braced herself for a nasty comment. None came. He looked like he was tired.... Of everything. As if he didn't think it was worth it. In a way, she realized she felt the same. She had encountered evil in the world already, and she was only twelve. Suddenly everything seemed so pointless. What was the point of it all, if they were all going to die anyway? If there were people out there killing and creating pain and grief and it never seemed to end? She had looked into the eyes of a madman, and had known he was going to kill her if he got the chance. One of her most recurring nightmares was that Owens was going to come back for her, and that there would be no one to save her this time. That's why I have to be ready, she thought grimly. Nobody almost dies twice, Marina. You're never going to get that lucky. With those thoughts she pasted a reassuring smile on her face and lied smoothly. "I'm alright Nell, I just have a bad headache all of a sudden." Inside she rejoiced. She could lie again! Finally! All summer her conscience had been on overdrive and telling even the smallest of white lies had been impossible. She distantly thought that maybe she shouldn't be so happy about this, but brushed the notion away. She was a Slytherin. They were supposed to lie. Hell, she could probably earn house points for it. So she kept on smiling, though inside she was swirling in guilt and depression, and turned to Ada. "You're so lucky! I wish I had a sibling. Being an only child is overrated." That was true. She'd often wished for someone, anyone who she could confide in at home. It was always just her and her parents. It occurred to her that Damien was an only child too. At least, she thought so. She'd never heard about him having any siblings. She wondered if he ever was lonely. Maybe. But she would have to toughen up. She couldn't go around looking ill every time she saw the boy. People would start to talk.
"Endurance is nobler than strength and has more patience than beauty."
How did we get here? Well I think I know...
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