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Posted: Sun Jul 31, 2011 3:49 pm
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The hisses in my ear: Here we go again
What writhes within me: Exictment
Those entwined with me: Dante, Xenos and Cosette
For a moment Charon was stunned by the rapid fire response he got from the girl. A laugh erupted moments latter from him as he ran a hand through his pale hair. Oh yes there was no doubt in his mind now that was Cosette. "It's quite alright, dear Cosette. I fear my manners have gone slack without your guidance." He said playfully back. "As for how we've been it's quite a tale. There's a lot you've missed and I know we're both curious as to where you've been. But for now I'm doing wonderful. Daisy's here this year she's on the boats now. I'm a bit nerves. Knowing my luck I'm going to see her walking into the hall soaked because she dipped herself in the lake." Charon said with a laugh. Then he paused a moment. Knowing Daisy she would end up in the lake. He cringed at the thought. A soft hiss in his ear calmed him down. Sliding up into view from his robe a pale snake wrapped around his neck. This wasn't Etheris his long time companion. She was at home with Maestro. After the ban of poisonous snakes at school they'd been forced to stay at home. Eleri had agreed to let the two snake's be at their house or at Xenos's. This was a male snake this time around and had been a present from Daisy on his birthday. Istral was his name and he was under strict orders from Etheris to kept Charon in line.
If I had to choose between breathing and loving you
I would use my last breath to tell you I love you
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Posted: Sun Jul 31, 2011 3:58 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 31, 2011 6:25 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 31, 2011 6:49 pm
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The third Alice was a young girl, a beautiful figure in Wonderland.
Deceiving countless people, she created a strange country.
That Alice was the country's queen, Possessed by a warped dream.
Fearing her decaying body, she ruled from the summit of the country. ❤ Cosette Aurelie Prewitt ❤
▹ ► ▻ Fifth Year Slytherin ◃ ◄ ◅
♕ Cosette, still smiling, nodded to Dante. "Of course you have. I mean..." she trailed off for a moment, before simply saying, "Go look in a mirror, please. And stand next to a first year."
♕ Cosette nodded to Charon, and, with a perfectly straight face replied, "You're lucky I'm back. Who knows where you'd all be without me." She held the serious face for a few seconds before smiling once more, the glitter in her eyes showing that she was only teasing. Her smile froze, however, when both boys asked where she had been. She managed to retain it, though it was now slightly forced, as she took the escape route Charon had given her, though he may not have realized what it was.
♕"We should go inside, then, so we aren't late for the sorting. How is Daisy? I haven't seen her since that Christmas party." It may have been clear that she was trying to change the subject, but she didn't much care. Her expression turned to genuine surprise, however, when she saw the new snake slither around Charon's neck. "Who's this? What happened to...Etheris? Was that her name?"
♕ Putting her fake smile on again, she turned to Xenos, and curtsied. "Yes, Mr. Da Vinci, now I remember...you were leading that study group, weren't you?" As always, observant to the last, she noticed the two boys holding hands, which rather confused her. What was this about? She remained silent for now, though she intended to get answers later. Right now, she just wanted to avoid talking about anything related to Egypt.
The weight of the world, this burden on your shoulders
Demons of the past, will they ever disappear?
Memories of withered dreams, illusions torn and gone Remaining scars no one can see?
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Posted: Sun Jul 31, 2011 6:50 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 31, 2011 7:36 pm
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As the Hogwarts Express drew itself to a halt, a scruffy haired Hufflepuff had just woken up from his slumber. His drooping eyes gave him no help as he tried to sort himself out. Lennox wasn’t that all tolerant of the long train rides as of yet. Gazing at the empty landscapes they passed through made him quite drowsy. All around him, voices, sounds of animals, and the sound of bags being taken out of the compartment echoed in his ears. It wasn’t the greatest thing to wake up to. A slight tear jerked from the corner of his eye and he gave it a diligent rub. Only when his own compartment was cleared of students did he finally rise from his seat.
It seemed he spent too much time sleeping. Looking down, he still had his muggle clothes on. With a slight panic, he rushed to change into robes, in fear that the train would leave while he was still on it. Once adorned with robes fashioning the colors yellow and black, the second year departed from the train, taking with him a new book on herbology that he picked up from Diagon Alley.
The amount of people there simply astounded him. It felt like he was a first year once more. Completely bewildered of his status and alone as always. A newly acquired habit of fixing his hair came to but changed nothing. His hair was still the mess that it was.
His attention drifted from his hair to the ever growing crowd. No longer being a first year, Lennox no longer had the duties to follow the groundskeeper up to the castle. But what was he to do? How else was he going to get to the castle? His hands wrapped themselves into a tight clench as he tried to find his way towards the crowd. The ever careful boy made sure he didn’t step on anyone’s foot, muttering a small apology to anyone that he had happened to bump into.
Out of the bodies cramped into the tiny station, there were several students that had heads poked up through the crowd. A tiny hint of relief spread over him. If he just followed them, surely he’d get somewhere. After all, a first year sized heads taller than others would be quite frightening. A student of that size had to be at least a fifth year.
Ignoring the voices here and there, he fought desperately to get to his goal. In mere moments, after all the pushing and shoving, Lennox found his way to the carriages.
It was a peculiar thing, these carriages were. They looked like any other carriage one would usually see but was missing one thing. The horse. Ignoring the voices surrounding him for a moment, Lennox crept closer to the front of horseless carriage. There lay nothing before it but thin air. How peculiar. Suddenly remembering that this was probably enchanted, he went ahead to step inside. Crossing to the other side, he felt a certain brush on his shoulders. Looking around, he remained alone. The boy could have sworn there was something there. Befuddled, he tried not to worry about it too much and went ahead to take his seat.
The carriage was already preoccupied with another. Just one other. A girl that was no older than a year to him. He recognized her in an instant. Gray hair and pale skin, there weren’t many people like her in the classroom he visited the previous year. Giving in a weak smile, Lennox helped himself to the seat opposite of Aster’s but it seemed as if she had fallen asleep. Clutching his book tightly in his arms, he squished himself to the corner, trying to take as little room as possible. Hopefully his doings weren’t disturbing her of her sleep. The least Lennox wanted was someone yelling at him to be quiet on the first day back.
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Posted: Sun Jul 31, 2011 8:10 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 31, 2011 8:52 pm
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A new face had joined in their presence. Another girl. A Gryffindor determining from her clothes. As if he wasn’t crammed into the corner of the carriage enough, Lennox made one more feeble attempt to give more room to Aravis. A forced smile pressed onto his lips in which he showed to the new arrival. She wasn’t familiar to him besides the name she had given him. There may have been a moment where he spotted her in his way to the classroom or back to the common room, but other than that there was nothing.
An awkward silence overcame them. The pores in his hands began to sweat as he fuddled around with his book. Was he supposed to say his name too? Why did she say her name? What could this mean? Are you supposed to give your name to complete strangers in a carriage? A feeble attempt was made to overcome this silence in which he dreaded. “He-Hello.” Nervous eyes looked down on his book, towards the sleeping Ravenclaw, at Aravis and back again to the book. The words felt trapped in his throat as he choked to get them out. “Pleasure to meet you Aravis. My name’s Lennox.” Oh why not. Might as well throw in his name for good measure. It’s not like she was one to slit someone’s throat upon first greeting now would she?
Lennox gave a moment to glaze at her. No, she couldn’t be. A Gryffindor slitting someone’s throat? What was he thinking? Thinking idiotic things, that’s what. Why must his mind always wander on such nonsense? A nonchalant hand waved over in his head. Look at him. First night back and he was thinking of such impossible things. Then again, it wasn’t quite unusual. Over exaggerating was his specialty.
Taking a deep breath, he erased the thought from lingering his head any longer. Now that that was gone, Lennox peered through the carriage. What was he to do now? Make conversation? Surely, Aravis didn’t expect him to. Anything else that would come out of his mouth would surely be utterly ridiculous things.
The boy debated on whether or not reading his book. Doing so would get his mind out of thinking of ways to talk to this girl but on the other hand it was rather rude was it not? Reading a book when there was clearly company in your presence? Yes, completely rude. He thought scolding himself rather harshly. His fingers grazed the soft leather bound book, itching to pry it open for information about foxgloves, asphodel, and gillyweed.
Fuming over his current situation, he hummed a small tune in his head, hoping that it wouldn’t bother anyone else. But wait, if he did that, then maybe it would come to cross that he seemed impatient and obnoxious? Was it as if he was tuning out all others with his humming? Gah! So difficult.. The thought crossed his mind as his humming stopped. His gray eyes searched the front of the carriage, longing for it to move. The faster they moved to Hogwarts, the faster this silence might end.
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Posted: Sun Jul 31, 2011 9:51 pm
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Though she felt the carriage gently shake at the weight of a new addition, Aster did not open her eyes, for she hadn't the energy or the will to do so right then. Her mind was away. Thoughts weak, like that of a thin thread; looped crazily about and thrown around thanks to the train ride. Mentally, she groaned. Her body pulled itself up slightly, so that her head was no longer bowed down. This carriage buddy pulled her away from her resting state, as did the second one who followed shortly after. Though it hadn't been her goal when she was closed her eyes and leaned back to cushion her head, the Ravenclaw's being screamed for sleep. 'Why did I have to feed its desires?' She wondered grumpily—doing so had only made things more bothersome now—pale hand sluggishly reaching upwards to her forehead. Its coolness perked her up, as she knew it would. The girl knew she could sleep as many hours as she wished to later, for she had to get up sooner or later for the Opening Ceremony. The polite part of her, didn't wish to burden these unknown parties to be the ones to wake her—if that was anyone's job it was Renard's. Erh...and, that is, if they would be as kind to do so. A soft, female voice spoke, making the Ravenclaw's foggy, eyes finally flutter open. She stealthily straightened out her posture even more, so that her body no longer slouched. Her lavender gaze flitted around, catching her foreign surroundings. The trip she had taken to her current position came back into her mind, explaining away any 'where am I?'s. Aster observed the two interact, before piecing together the reason why the two looked so familiar to her. "Remedial classes ..." She mumbled almost silently to herself. The boy had shared the first levels of Flying and Charms together with her. Finding a silent, thus opportune moment, Aster greeted her fellow third year. "Hello, Rosentha." She used the girl's surname, the one tha felt more proper, and spoke in that customary, calm murmur of hers. "I see that your hair has grown longer since I last saw you..." She added, making the observation out loud more to herself than to her. Turning her attention onto Lennox, she said. "Ah... And hello, stranger." Despite a short pause to find his name, Aster couldn't recall a personal or family name. 'Blast...I tend to be good at that...' Not losing any heart, she then introduced herself in a formal manner. "My name is Aster Cardell. How do you do?" She lost the murmur, now that the introductions were on. The girl's pale hand was gracefully placed forward, held out for the boy to shake.((OOC: Went to change this post. sweatdrop Sorry, but I couldn't help myself. redface ))
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2011 6:15 am
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2011 7:18 am
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2011 8:00 am
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Ⓐⓡⓐⓥⓘⓢ Ⓡⓞⓢⓔⓝⓣⓗⓐ A Charming Lionness
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Aravis smiled as the boy introduced himself. She could tell from his clothes he was a Hufflepuff, and she was fairly certain he wasn't in her year, since she hadn't really seen him around before. "Nice to meet you. I haven't seen you around much, so I'm guessing you're a second year. I'm a third year, just like Miss Cardell over there," she said.
She listened to Lennox's humming. It was sort of relaxing, yet a bit eeire. She looked over to Aster who had sat up from her napping. Her pale skin was in great contrast to her dark robes. "I've been playing around with it. I think I like it long. I found a picture of my mum, and it actually makes me look more like her," she explained while stroking her hair. She hadn't really noticed, except for the fact that she was starting to look more and more like her late mother, except for the shape of her face which was like her father's. She had gotten better over the summer with dealing with the fact that they were gone from her. "I see that you've gotten a new ribbon. It looks good on you." Aravis wanted to be polite.
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Ⓣⓗⓘⓡⓓ Ⓨⓔⓐⓡ Ⓖⓡⓨⓕⓕⓘⓝⓓⓞⓡ
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2011 12:56 pm
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2011 2:09 pm
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It didn’t take too long for everyone in the party to awaken and be of state. Surely but silently, Lennox watched the Ravenclaw’s eyes flutter open. It didn’t take long till the carriage was filled with chatter. It’s voices were found mostly from the two girls present. Amidst their mindless chatter, it came upon him how the situation had turned out. These two were fairly acquainted with each other. He, however, was what you would call the new addition. In most situations, if he had known at least one of these girls, perhaps he would have found the ability to open up himself more. Being as it is, there was someone to introduce him to the other. A bridge. A connector.
His odds were not in his favour however. While Lennox did know of one of them, Aster, it seems that the same could not be said for her. Stranger? Lennox clinched on to those words. Ah yes of course. It was to be expected. Why would anyone remember his name? He had hardly spoken out in class at all. Not to mention the fact that he had no one to chat with in class. There were never chances to learn his name. A mere wallflower blending in with the desks as old as the building itself.
The boy shouldn’t take it to offense though. It’s not like his classmates were expected to know everyone’s name in the classroom even though he had. Why? You may ask. Quite simple really. Why not? When a boy is on his own, there’s only so much one could do during class. Asides from normal schoolwork of course.
Lennox was an observer. That’s what he does. Learning the names of those he was observing wouldn’t be so much as a bad idea, right? What if for some inexplicable reason, one of his classmates had come up to him? It would be rude if he didn’t at least remember the last names of his classmates. Although no on really did take him into account.
Pushing that painful feeling away from his gut, Lennox gave his best foot forward and managed to give a smile towards Aster’s direction. Looking towards the hand that had been given his way, his own reluctant hand moved forward. The icy cold fingers of his yet warm palm, slid from the palm of her hand towards her wrist and gave a small shake. “I’m fine, thank you. Lennox Galvani. And you? How are you fairing?” Once the abrupt physical contact had been made, Lennox’s slender fingers dropped to his side.
For a moment, the Hufflepuff maintained eye contact with Aster, unsure of what to do, all the more keeping his benevolent yet uneasy smile. Only when Aravis began speaking to him did he break that contact.
There wasn’t much to say for him really, from what Miss Rosentha had given him. Just a simple nod. Perhaps he could just smile his whole way through the carriage ride? Absurd but what was he to do? Make mindless chatter with them when he doesn’t have an ounce of knowledge of how to do so? All those years spent stuck inside his home, trapped inside the cage filled with everything he needed. The only human interaction he had was with his own family and the few muggle friends he had.
Although, ever since enrolling at Hogwarts, those few friends had begun to distance themselves to him. Prior to his days in the magical school, his friends were counted and rarely seen. The protective behavior from his parents only allowed him to see his friends once in a blue moon. Leaving his friends for the sake of magical education. That was reasonable, right? Friends are replaceable. Although he has yet to replace the few friends he had. With the thoughts of his friends in his mind, Lennox quietly listened to the conversation Aravis and Aster were having.
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2011 4:23 pm
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