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 Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2012 11:36 pm
✌ Cameron Rowley ✌
First Year: Unsorted If I Was Your Boyfriend..I'd never let you go.Cameron frowned at the other girl who was crying. Does this happen every year? he wondered, for two girls have cried after getting off the boats so far. When other students comforted her and she quit crying, everyone continued to mingle. "Can we just get sorted already?" he mumbled. It really was taking forever for the sorting to start. wearing
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2012 12:03 am
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2012 12:11 am
✌ Cameron Rowley ✌
First Year: UnsortedIf I Was Your Boyfriend..I'd never let you go.Cameron scanned the students in front of him, not paying much attention to what they were talking about. Most of the students were talking to each other, such as Gracie and some kid with shockingly white hair, but some were not speaking to anyone. A redhead girl was staring at the ground, and a brown haired girl was gazing up at the stars. wearing
((So... none of that stuff ever happened then? o.o Oh man, this is going to be confusing))
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2012 12:18 am
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2012 2:10 am
 ✎ ░█ ▌╳▐░ ｊａｑｕｅｌｉｎｅ ▂ ｌｏｔｕｓ
xxxxxxxxxx{ Ｕ Ｎ Ｓ Ｏ Ｒ Ｔ Ｅ Ｄ } Finally off and about on the safety of land, Jacquie ventured out, this time keen to meet at least someone before the sorting started. It would be great to discuss nerves, and share them as they all go inside for the most anticipated ritual to begin. And in almost an instant, Jacquie spotted a shy-looking redhead. She was a redhead! Perhaps they'd have more in common? Going with such a random reason to befriend this girl, Jacquie skipped up to her - Braya not ever far behind.
"Hey, nervous!?" Jacquie beamed. "I mean, who isn't? I'd be nervous about the nargles too." She kept smiling, as if whatever sprouted from her mouth was the most normal thing ever. "I'm Jacquie, by the way! And this sour puss princess is Braya," She continued without any pause for interruption. "What's your name!?. . . located;; { boathouse }
mood ;; { excited! }
with ;; { all the first years! appearing beside Hannah }
OOC 8D ?! I wanted Jacquie to finally talk to someone...
And I thought Hannah would be the more likely choice for her to randomly walk up to...
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2012 5:48 am
𝕯ominic 𝕸ontague
𝔉irst 𝔜ear
𝔘𝔫𝔰𝔬𝔯𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔓𝔲𝔯𝔢𝔟𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔡
Dominic turned the camera over in his hands, eyeing each detailed piece with an inquisitive gaze before finally spurring his deep, oceanic eyes upon Lorelai with a simple shrug following suit. The bloody hell if I know how this contraption works… Dominic’s lips wormed uneasily together, his mother and father would have grown a fit had they known he had stolen the camera. In retrospect, it probably wasn’t the best idea to go flashing around campus with it…
But who would tell? The smirk lifted to his lips, sly and obsequious.
”Not really sure how it works,” he mused honestly, peering into the photograph of smiling faces, waving hands, and a silent chorus of “Merlin’s beard” echoing within its own realm. ”It’s been charmed though, to make them move like in the Daily Prophet.” Veering his smirking lips into the smiling eyes of Anneliese, Dominic tilted his head to one side, his left hand rising to scratch the back of his head—an awkward habit he picked up during uncomfortable situations—but it would be impossible to note, at least now anyways, with the easy going smile plastered on his lips and a devil-may-care attitude.
‘So were you raised in the muggle world, too’ Anneliese’s voice roared, rampant and furious in his mind as he shuffled his weight from one foot to the next. Was she halfblood? Or worse—muggleborn? He didn’t want to know, he didn’t want it to affect the way he had to act. Chewing on his tongue in silence, Dominic decided to do what he was born to do: stretch the truth.
”Sort of, well, not really, I wasn’t raised in the muggle world. My family lives on an estate next to the Nott’s in Wales… It’s a little far from any towns, but my mum wanted me to be well rounded, so she drags me all over the place when she goes out. She let me buy this camera during one of our trips.”
It’s not really lying if you want to protect them, right….? The thought spiraled within his mind. ”What about you mates?”
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Boathouse with Anneliese, Lorelai and the first years
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Essy ze Ninja Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2012 7:28 am
Lorelai Brookwater
Unsorted First Year
Friends: Richy, Mel? Maybe Dominic and Anneliese.
Location: Boathouse
Lore listened to Dominic's story, but when the attention was shifted, she felt hot blood rise in her cheeks. She had already told them too much. She couldn't tell them about how her Mum was so exhausted from having two awful kids, and a good for nothing husband, how Lore was practically a House-elf because her Mum had to sleep and her Dad was at work, how her Brother was off with his friends. She couldn't tell them that her Dad was drunk and often abusive, and how he had nearly gotten them in a car crash on the way to King's Cross.
So she smiled." I live in London."
Thoughts: Life
Mood: Ashamed
What am I doing?: Talking
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2012 7:36 am
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2012 7:46 am
═══════※═══════※═══════※═══════  xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx➽➽➽➽➽➽➽➽➽
𝔉irst 𝔜ear／／☪／／ 𝔘nsorted／／☪／／𝔓ureblood
➽➽➽➽➽➽➽➽➽xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ❝Nᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴍɪss ᴀɴ ᴏᴘᴘᴏʀᴛᴜɴɪᴛʏ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀs ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ,
ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ ɪɴ ᴏʀᴅᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ɪᴛ.❞ Anneliese listened to both of her new friends and responded, "Well I was born in Ireland but my parents travled around alot. The only time time I had a home was when-" she paused and took a gulp. She looked down and finished, "When my mom died..." her voice cracked a little. No tears Ann, No tears... she thought to herself. Thankfully her body responded and she didn't cry. She looked up at the two first years, "Can- can we change the subject?" she asked nervously shoving her hands in her short's pockets. ═══════※═══════※═══════※═══════ ||OOC neutral | Ｗｅａｒｉｎｇ // Outfit
Ｍｏｏｄ // Happier, Excited
Ｗｉｔｈ // Domonic, Lore, and other first years.
Ｌｏｃａｔｉｏｎ // The Boatdock
Ｔｈｅｍｅ // Perfect Harmony
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2012 7:54 am
Lorelai Brookwater
Unsorted First Year
Friends: Richy, Mel? Maybe Dominic and Ann
Location: Boathouse
Lore did so immediately, because she felt bad for the girl and didn't want to make her uncomfortable. " What's your favorite food?" she said, thinking of something randomly.
Thoughts: 'Poor thing'
Mood: Mixed
What am I doing?: Talking
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Essy ze Ninja Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2012 8:14 am
𝕯ominic 𝕸ontague
𝔉irst 𝔜ear
𝔘𝔫𝔰𝔬𝔯𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔓𝔲𝔯𝔢𝔟𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔡
Tension, Dominic could taste it hovering in the air with delicate sweeping falls like snowflakes raining from the sky. But he didn’t know why. Confusion picked him apart at the seams, tearing beneath his flesh and sinking into his rattling bones like the fresh September winds plummeting from the open night skies up above. Twinkling stars mocked him, winking, knowledgeable with all of the heaven behind their fury while Dominic struggled, alone and unknowing.
”Er— yeah— of course.” He stammered, resting his gaze upon Lore and Anne in turn as he swept a furious nod, eager to wipe the slate clean as well. Parents, it seemed, plagued them all. I’ll have to remember to watch my tongue from now on…
"Y'know, I never cared much for food, but I like meat? Any kind- steak, chicken, fish... But it's still all just food to me....."
”So-!” He suddenly, burst with livelihood. A grin stretched and embellished with dimples upon his pale cheeks. ”Have you lot thought of what electives you’re going to take for third year? I was hoping to take some legilimency classes, maybe cursebreaking too. All of them sound bloody brilliant—well—except Divinations anyway. I dunno’ what it is about that class, but it just seems utterly horrid. I can’t wait for flying class though, good thing we don’t have to wait for our third years to take that class.” Dominic’s low, bassist voice rolled easily off of his tongue along rapid waters, trying his best to deter the situation from this sour note. Empathy had always tugged on his hearts strings.
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Boathouse with Anneliese, Lorelai and the first years
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2012 8:47 am
 Veronica Berger
First Year - Unsorted ╔════════════════════════════════════╗ As Veronica joined the rest of the first years waiting around in The Boathouse she suddenly became quite impatient. She couldn't wait for the sorting to start and she was definitely excited for her new classes as well. Veronica started to absentmindedly twirl a piece of her long blonde hair while looking around at the others first years. ╚════════════════════════════════════╝ 
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Sparkly Conversationalist
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2012 9:04 am
Lorelai Brookwater
Unsorted First Year
Friends: Richy, Mel? Ann, Dominic.
Location: Boathouse, still.
Lore answered quickly. "Care of Magical Creatures!" She exclaimed. This was a class she was looking forward to. She was also interested in Quidditch, but she didnt say it. She noticed Dominic's dimples again, which appeared every time he smiled.
Thoughts: Electives
Mood: Excited
What am I doing?: Talking
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2012 9:13 am
I follow my dreams,
You'd think they were Nightmares
The way the scream!
cαιтℓιη εηgεℓs  WHO'S on my mind: My hair! :3 WHERE am I: The Boathouse. WHAT am I doing: Talking. WHAT'S On my mind: Qudditch!! WHO'S with me: Gracie, Jack, Nell. STUCK in my head: Stand out.Wand—¤÷(`[¤* *¤]´)÷¤— WiseCaitlin smiled at her friends, it seemed they set up time for Hogsmeade and were talking about Qudditch, something that interested her. If she did make the Qudditch team, she wanted Seeker. Caitlin tugged at her curls, trying to see them in purple. A content smiled on her face. She looked to the castle, thinking the Qudditch Pitch was on the other side of Hogwarts. Her gaze fell to the professor, waiting for her to say it's time to move on. Wearing—¤÷(`[¤* *¤]´)÷¤— {(OOC:...I make 'em believe
Someday, Someday,
I'll be the next big thing!
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2012 9:26 am
Picture perfect, that's what it seems
They've got this whole thing figured out,
We'll leave this place behind, doesn't that feel right?
Picture perfect, it's picture perfect GRACIE MCHALEN |||Unsorted|||Half blood|||First Year|||  Gracie chuckled as he apologized. "No need to say sorry, I didn't really specify that they were girls." She smiled at him and nodded as he spoke about Quidditch. "I know what you mean, I've broken my both my arms, my leg twice, my nose, and All of my fingers at least twice." She grimaced at the memories. "And thats in the five years that the twins have been with us." She shrugged. "I still play just for them. My uncle plays with us, and so do some of the wizarding family kids that live around us."
Gracie smiled, her blue eyes twinkling. Even if she teased her cousins and made fun of them all the time, she still loved them to pieces and they loved quidditch so even though she was terrible, she still played with them. "I prefer watching too. Lot less likely to break bones that way."
OOC:... The days are fading
Like they're one in the same
Picture perfect doesn't mean much to me
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