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✿ Durga Moshi Hookah ✿

W h o A r e Y o u ?

Durga reeled back in surprise as Draco tugged off his school bag and robes, dropping them to the floor before scrabbling at the collar of his sweater vest. She stepped closer to Draco, avoiding his waving arms and grabbing him by his shoulders to still him. She could see the beginnings of a tiny green snout sticking out and she lashed out her hand, sliding down the front of his shirt, touching soft flesh before her fingers purchased scales and she yanked. The Wyrm screeched and nipped at her hand as she pulled it out all the way, than winding around her wrist and mewing pitifully as it's anger waned and it settled limply in her hand.

"You where to hide, not burrow, little one," she cooed, bringing it close to her face and kissing the tips of it's wings gently; it meeped tiredly, "calm now."

She stroked it's head before letting it slide up up her arm and winding around her neck, hiding it's face in her pale curls. She bent down and lift Draco's bag and robe, handing them to him with an apologetically sheepish smile.

"So, where is this Slytherin tower, I see no doors here, just portraits,"

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✿ Durga Moshi Hookah ✿

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Durga bemused, silently watched the interaction between Draco, Bella and Astoria, a smile curling on her lips wickedly. It was cute how they all made each other uncomfortable and confused until none of them knew what to say, but because she had attached herself to the Malfoy boy's near future, she felt the need to diffuse the situation, if just a little. And the way Bella kept glancing at Draco, said that she wanted to converse and doing so in the present was best, or so Durga thought.

"Ms. Greengrass, is it," she asked huskily, her lightning blue eyes gleaming as she shook Astoria's hand and by doing so, drew the girl over next to Durga so that she could place a leading hand on her forearm, grinning winningly at her, "I'm Professor Hookah, the new Potions teacher, and I was wondering if a fine student like yourself would show me where the Potions classroom resided."

She pushed the girl gently, yet firmly in front of her, back towards the portrait door, winking at both Draco and Bella conspiratorially cheekily over the girl's head before stepping out of the common room, Astoria in tow. She smiled warmly down at the girl, before the portrait swung closed with a thump and she had them moving forward in a comfortable pace.

"Now why don't you tell me a little about you as we traverse to the classroom," Durga drawled, winding her arm in Astona's like they where just two friends on a stroll and not a teacher and a student, "a pretty girl like yourself must have many friends, maybe some boys on the side?"

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✿ Durga Moshi Hookah ✿

W h o A r e Y o u ?

Durga's smile widened heartily at the carrot headed girl's chattering. She nodded in sequence, even though her thoughts where elsewhere. Her eyes flashing a bit, catching enough of a glimpse of Draco's and Bella's conversation that she knew she had done good by taking Astoria out of the room. Though, her eyes soon drifted to the large vaulted windows, spotting little domed marshrooms dotting across the grass and she almost startled herself when a longing feeling settled over her, a homesickness for her little marshroom that she had been rudely snatched from. Where she wasn't plagued everyday with people's past, present and future. Where she knew enough to survive and the rest of the time, she could just dream.

"Oh, thank you, your too kind," she replied, tightening her grip to a firm squeeze; nodding blindly to Astoria and finally turning her eyes back to the girl at her side.

But the girl's inquisitive question about her whereabouts caught her attention, making a mischevious glint appear in her eye. She was reknowned for her riddling and her avoidance of non specific questions and she wasn't going to change now.

"Why yes, yes you may," she answered, before turning her head away, silently giggling to herself as she waited for the girl to figure out that she hadn't asked the right question. Or at least, not a specifically asked question. As they passed the Great Hall again, Durga made the note of glancing in, cataloguing the new occupants and their importance in her own future in her mind. Than she turned back around, and quickened her pace as well as Astoria's, down a stairwell. The air became cooler and danker, before torches magically lit and revealed a classroom. Durga let go of Astoria and strode forward, her eyes glittering cerulean with excitement and curiosity. She went around the teacher's desk and took a seat behind it.

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WendyAnnetteBlue

[ Wind Manipulation ]
[Eighteen;;Senior]
[Female][ShutterByte]
And they say that a Hero could Save us.
I’m not gonna Stand here and Wait.

•The name is Wendy Annette Blue
•Call me Wendy ;; Anne ;; Ol' Blue
•Forever young at Eighteen
•It's so obvious, I'm a Hot Chick
•I swing towards the Men
•I have reason to celebrate April Twenty-Fifth
•I'm pretty on the outside, but even more so on the inside A born leader, she doesn't take anyone's crap, and dishes out orders like a drill sergeant, and when she's not, all she seems to spew is sarcasm. The world is so black and white her, that she tends to ignore the gray areas. Her temper, while long suffering, when she hits her breaking point, is explosive and uninhibited. Her heart is big and tends to put her foot in her mouth and intervene in situations without knowing the circumstances. She tends to be hard headed, but will listen to advice, and opinions; she delegates to be as humble as she can be.
•Walk a mile in my shoes Born an army brat to an American hero, she's been to Germany, Kazakhstan, France, Alaska, India, China, you name, she's been there. Her father had been part of the Special Forces was now retired and trying to raise her by himself as her mother had died when she was three years old and her half-brother enlisted in the marines, leaving only them two. Her father had found out about her ability to control the specific molecules in the air when she was eight and a man had invaded their home to attack her father. She had managed a tremendous gust, throwing the stranger through a window. From there on out, her father had trained her into a well-worn soldier and kept her hidden, knowing all to well what could and would happen to his daughter if the government ever got their hands on her.

She is diligent, determined, stubborn and hardened. So much like her father, she learned mixed martial arts, becoming proficient and distinguished in Capoeira, Jujitsu, Basic Military Hand to Hand Combat through a form of Marine Corps Martial Arts Program (MCMAP) and Kick Boxing. She can also handle M16 Assault rifle, M9 pistol, and Benelli M4 Super 90 shotgun. She can speak fifteen languages including English. She's a senior in high school and for the most part, she's just a normal teenager in her Senior year trying to graduate with honors in all of her classes. But as her father had always said, "When the time comes, you'll be ready."
•Turn up the music Angela McCluskey - I'm not the girl

•Color me Crimson;;IndianRed
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wendy | Annette | blue

Hope and pray that you'll never need me,
But rest assured I will not let you down.
I'll walk beside you but you may not see me,
The strongest among you may not wear a crown.

The early morning air was chilled, ghost's exhaled passed her lips as she breathed, her shoes pounding rhythmically under as her legs pumped her forward into a jog. Music rumbled from the buds in her ears, her dark hair tied into a high ponytail, swishing with each bouncing step. Sweat coated her pale skin, black tank top and shorts clothed her lithe body. When she reached the top of the hill, she came to a halt; pressing two fingers to her neck, counting out her pulse. After figuring out her heart rate, she walked back to her house; stretching out her limbs as she did. She pushed open the screen door, a smile curling up on her lips when she spotted a fit, burly and older man was standing in the kitchen, a an apron on that had "I am Marine, Hear me roar" stenciled in on the front. He was flipping out pancakes onto a plate, his blond buzzed cut hair haloed around his head.

"Hey papa, making carbs again," Wendy remarked, kissing her father's cheek on her way to the fridge. He turned and smiled at her, his strong and handsome face wrinkling at the corners of his eyes. He was still impressive man in his late forties, standing at an impressive six foot four; still fit and with the air of a wizened warrior that only a few people can keep over the years. Alysia yanked the fridge open and bent over, a frown deepening on her lips when she saw how empty it was. She was glad though when she saw that there was in fact some water bottles in the back behind a jar of pickles.

"You got to go shopping ya know, I know your use to eating rations, but civilians eat stuff almost everyday," she joked, taking out a bottle and twisting off the top before taking a swig. He chuckled and stuck his tongue out at her, handing her a plate with a steaming pile of pancakes on it, throwing on a couple of pieces of bacon for measure. She plopped into a chair and tucked into her food with vigor, chewing quickly.

"So, where ya headed today, kiddo," her dad asked, throwing some food on another plate and sitting down across from Wendy at the table. She quickly finished her food and winked at her father's gaping mouth as he mumbled, "how you always eat your food so fast, I'll never know."

"I'm going to head to the mall and pick up some new clothes, I need something recent to wear to school," she wiped at her mouth with a napkin and stood up, patting him on the shoulder, padding up the stairs and into the shower. She washed and got dressed fast, only stopping a minute to put some make-up, circling her bright blue eyes with dark eyeliner and rimming her lashes with mascara. She batted her curled lashes at her reflection, and strode out the bathroom, running her fingers through her long hair. Her father was washing the dishes, glancing up at her, before giving her a double take. He arched a brow at her, than shook his head at her.

"Try to beat the guys off with a stick for me," he said over his shoulder, tilting his head out to catch the kiss she planted on his cheek, "and be careful out there. Love ya, kid."

"Always. Love you too," she waved and headed out the door, pulling out her car keys; she ran her fingers over the hood of her dark blue fixed up, 1970 Dodge Charger, immensely happy that she could finally drive it after all the work she had put into it. She opened the car door, sliding into the driver's side and put the key in, turning it in the ignition. The muscle car roared to life before settling into a dulcet purr. A brilliant grin spread across her lips and she put the car into gear; driving forward, heading towards the mall.

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wendy | Annette | blue

Hope and pray that you'll never need me,
But rest assured I will not let you down.
I'll walk beside you but you may not see me,
The strongest among you may not wear a crown.

Wendy glanced out her car window, seeing Wesley waving at her like a maniac, trying to get her attention. She wiggled her fingers at him before pushing her foot down on the accelerator, her Charger surging forward with a thunderous roar. She had become the leader of the "Heroes", but only because she could follow someone, except her father, for the life of her and when the question of leadership had come up, she had stepped forward.No one had fought her on it, but she knew that was just because nobody really wanted the responsibility.

She sped into the mall parking lot, loving the rumble of the 8 Cylinders under her capable hands; she switched gears, and twisted the wheel sharply. She slid smoothly into a parking spot, burning up some rubber as she did. She twisted off her key and slid out of her car, shutting the door behind her. She waved at Wesley before heading into the mall, already listing the stores she was going to hit, what was the quickest way of going about it, and how much money she wanted to spend. The training her father put her through part of her daily life in so many ways. She was about to head for the first store when she saw across the way in front of Abercrombie and Fitch, some of the Heroes facing some other kid and even from where she stood, she could feel the animosity. She strode forward, surveying everyone's positions and already figuring out ways to take down everyone in the area. Friend or not.

'Damn, and here I was hoping for a good day,' she thought to herself before putting her pointer and thumb finger between her lips, letting out a sharp whistle, catching everyone's attention. She let her bright blue eyes land on the heroes before switching them over to the guy in front of them. She stood apart from everyone, holding up her hands in acquiescence, a fake smile curling on her lips, making her seem friendly. She was going to mediate the situation, though, if someone made a move to violence, she knew several ways take them down hard, whether it was friend or foe. Tempers where high and someone was bound to mess up. She was a little disappointed they'd do something so risky and so petty in a shopping mall.

"What's going on here," she asked, aiming her question mostly at her friends, throwing a sharp glance at them in warning, "I hope there's not a problem."

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✿ Durga Moshi Hookah ✿

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Durga looked up from behind her new desk, arching her brow at Dumbledore's cavalier way of shoving a student on her. Her bright eyes met Dumbledore's cheerful ones before he winked at her and left. She turned her eyes to this new girl with a sigh, standing up from her new comfy chair and strode over to her. She waved Astoria over and paired them together, smiling widely at them both. She grabbed them by their upper arms and drag them to the door, giving them no choice but to follow.

"As much as I would love to show you around, I really don't know this place well myself and I also have a curriculum planner to look at," she pushed them both out the classroom door, shooing them to get moving, "but I'm sure Ms. Greengrass would be happy to since she showed me to this classroom so graciously."

She waved at them both before closing the heavy oak door and leaning against it with a sigh, her thin shoulders slumping as she let all the emotions she had been holding in out. She rubbed at the bridge of her nose, scrunching it adorably as her brow furrowed in tense thought. Her head was starting to ache agonizingly, all these people's past, present and futures lining up in her mind, trying to push to the front with fervor. She wasn't use to all these sensations and physic overload; in Wonderland less people where around. She wiped at her nose, and lifted up her hand; a light tinge of blue blood was smeared across her palm.

Durga cursed softly and hurried back to her desk, crouching down and opening the drawers at random rummaging through them. She finally found a green handkerchief with a white snake emblazoned in a corner; she dabbed at her nose, standing up and sitting down tiredly in the chair's seat. Her eyes dimmed considerably as she closed them; thick lashes creating shadows on the tops of her heated tinged cheeks. A white bond curl shifted forward to lay over an eye as she tilted her head back against the top of the chair; her fingers curling tightly over the small cloth. This place was killing her slowly, but she knew that 'they', this Ministry, would never let her go home, no matter what. She let an almost sinister smirk curl on her lips as she thought of all the havoc she was going to bring to this place. She would go home, even if it meant leveling this place to them ground.

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wendy | Annette | blue

Hope and pray that you'll never need me,
But rest assured I will not let you down.
I'll walk beside you but you may not see me,
The strongest among you may not wear a crown.

Wendy had placed a hand on Robin's shoulder, about to console him, knowing how sensitive he was to criticism when her cell on her hip rumbled just as gunshots went off in the mall and she cursed loudly as Free was already heading towards them, but just as Wendy was going to move into action, Free was running back to them, blubbering about the villains knowing about her powers, but Wendy asked questions and only paid attention to the fact that there where four of them and that the guy who had grabbed Free, his eyes had flashed red. She felt anger boil down in her stomach, making her senses sharpen and her body tightened. Her mind raced and she formulated a plan. Pulling out her cell phone she texted to everyone:

Group of Villains at the mall, four of them, heavily armed.

She slid her cell back into her back pocket and crossed herself, kissing the tips of her fingers as she whispered a prayer of protection for everyone in the area and for God to lead her hand truthfully. She turned to her small group of heroes, pointing at the columns that littered the mall.

"Hide behind these, use everything you've got to take them down, and protect any civilians," she said quickly, before turning to Robin, gripping his arm so he paid attention to her, "I need you to watch the others, help them if they get hurt. It's important that you do that."

She nodded as them all and ran to the column nearest to the villains, nearly skidding as she pressed up against it. Just as the bad guys started going passed her column, she went behind them. Jackknifing the guy Free had described in the back of the neck with a deadly strike and kicking him in the back of his knee, making him collapse. She grabbed the rifle strapped to his back before his friends opened fire on her. She dove behind another column, coming up in a roll and disappearing into a store. She peeked outside her cover quickly, before gunfire was rained down on her. She counted the rounds before she heard reloading and fired back at them, using the wind to make her aim into perfection. She heard one of them cry out in pain. She ducked back down.

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✿ Durga Moshi Hookah ✿

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Durga opened her luminous eyes half way, staring at the students that had crowded around her desk, looking at her with expectant and wonder filled expressions. She let out a depleted sigh, but sat up anyways, letting the handkerchief fall from her fingers and into the trash bin. She stood up tall, and let a welcoming smile curl up on her lips, staring back at them.

"Hello, I am you new Potions teacher, Professor Hookah," she drawled, waving a hand at the tables with cauldrons set on them, "and today will be a little test on how proficient all of your potion making skills are. Please, find a work station to set up at."

She walked around her desk as the students scurried to a table and leaned against the front of it, picking up the potions book, she flipped through it before settling on a page. She ran a slender pale finger down the script, and stopped in mid-way down.

"Today, all of you will be concocting the Draught of Living Death," she ignored the hands that went flying into the air as if she asked a question; she continued disregarding the moans of disappointment, "it's effects are to induce the drinker into a deep trance that mimics the state of death or death-like slumber. Thus the name, Living Death is more than fitting."

She looked up from the book, letting her bright eyes roam over all the students; though never hesitating on any of them. She pinched her fingers together, making the book smack close with a resounding bang, catching the rest of the inattentive student's attention. Her eyes zeroed in on a boy in a front table, who had looked the most startled and who seemed to shrink under her penetrating gaze.

"Mister Ashwinder," she waved a hand at his shocked face at the mention of his name, "yes, I know your name, as do I know everyone's. Answer me this, are you to follow the instructions exactly, word for word, from the book?"

The boy looked confused before he looked around as if asking for help, than nodded and responded.

"Um..Yes, Professor Hookah," he answered, sitting up straighter as he did, nodding like an idiot, "Professor Snape had always told us to follow everything to the letter."

"Wrong," she said loudly, her voice hitting a musically and lyrical note and making Ashwinder jump startled in his seat; she walked over to a revolving chalkboard and flipped it revealing many different options for the recipe, "just because people write it in the book, doesn't mean it's right! I want you all to pick one of these several options and to follow them. Pick one because you think it's right, or because it sounds good, or just pick at random. I don't care, I just want you to think outside of the spectrum and realize, magic isn't to be controlled, but you can try to figure it out, piece by peice. And those who figure it out, just might win something special. Now begin!"

She leaned back against her desk and crossed her slender arms, watching as all the students moved into action. She smiled wider and felt a feeling of excitement at her execution of 'her' class, winding a reluctant curl back over her ear.

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✿ Durga Moshi Hookah ✿

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Her feet hit ground first, and that was her foremost clue that something was amiss. She stumbled and found herself looking down at two legs, not her usual sixteen. The held out her arms, finding only two again. She looked around and ran to a pool of water, nearly jumping out of her skin at her own reflection. Some how the other world had...tainted her, now she looked human. Gold-wheat hair and simmering blue eyes startled her the most, making her grab at the wild locks. They weren't like the cool, pale curls she had had in the 'Wizard' world. She turn startled at the sound of the looking glass activating. Not wanting anyone to see her this way, she ran, her long legs bounding her forward like a deer. She grabbed at a pile of leaves and lifted out a dress, slipping it over her naked form.

The Jabberwocky, in all it's monstrosity and atrocious bombasity, it rushed at her, the trees shaking at it's significant weight; before it reared it's self over Durga roaring in despair. Words of nonsense fell from it's malformed mouth, tears falling from it's sizable eyes.

"'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves, did gyre and gimble in the wabe; all mimsy were the borogoves, and the mome raths outgrabe," it yelled at her, huddling down to make itself smaller and to try and burrow it's head against her. She hugged it close and tried to comfort it with sweet nothings, but to no avail. She than sang a slow melody, hauntingly it echoed out of the forest, everything almost blurring into a soothing haze.

"Way down yonder, down in the meadow,
There's a poor wee little lamb.
The bees and the butterflies fluttering at its eyes,
The poor wee thing crying mama.

Hush-a-bye, don't you cry,
Go to sleepy little baby."

The Jabberwocky's eyes blinked sleepily before shutting and a snore escaped it's gaping mouth. Durga smiled softly, stroking it's nose gently and kissing it's giant eyelid.

"What has happened here, why is everything so different," she whispered to herself, laying her head down on her now giant mushroom, slipping into a weary slumber.

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wendy | Annette | blue

Hope and pray that you'll never need me,
But rest assured I will not let you down.
I'll walk beside you but you may not see me,
The strongest among you may not wear a crown.

Wendy listened quietly, wiping down the seat and using her teeth to peel the gloves off her hands and to drop them into the bucket. She curled an arm around Free's shoulders, and half hugged her, nodding her head in understanding. Before she could answer back,

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