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  ● ● ● → my birth certificate says Tristan Sebastian Lefèvre ● ● ● → but please call me Tristan is perfectly fine! ● ● ● → the candles on my cake say Seventeen an adult by wizard standards. ● ● ● → when i use the loo i run to the I'm simply a mutation of eve, making me a man ● ● ● → that special time of year that's all about me the glorious day in which i was born was april 16th ● ● ● → the stars in the sky call out open your mouth and say aries ● ● ● → oh baby you excite me sorry ladies, but I find that men excite me more than you. |
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Hufflepuff ● ● ● → the year i reside in Seventh ● ● ● → i'm forced to sit through these every week potions - O defense against the dark arts - E transfiguration - O charms - A care of magical creatures - T arithmancy - O herbology - E ancient ruins - A ● ● ● → the extention of my arm Willow + unicorn hair, 12 inches ● ● ● → zooming high above the ground Keeper ● ● ● → the blood that runs through my veins I'm a half blood deary. ● ● ● → my little companion a snow white cat with blue eyes that goes by the name of Courtney |
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  ● ● ● → take a look at my photo xxx→ ( head ) Why can't you just look at a picture of me? It'd be so much easier than trying to tell you how I look by word. But if you absolutely insist that I describe to you how I look then I will. Difficult people! Anyway while my mother was a light haired brunette I inherited my fathers dark messy hair that just loves to be flying every direction every morning. Making it such a hassel for me just to actually get it to look decent, that's not even touching how amazing I like to have it look. If you couldn't tell that I was gay by my appearance then you are one blind person my friend. Moving on before I get into a full blown rant about my hair I'll let you know it is not short, but not exactly long. It's scraggily. Is that even a word? Oh well if it isn't, it's one of my many made up words. Now that we've spent so much time just talking about my hair we'll talk about my eyes then, they are a light green that sometimes look blue if caught in the right light. Those beauties are a gift from my mother, I love my eyes, personally I think that eyes that are color aren't simply one color, they're multiple colors that blend together and if you look close enough you'll see the different flecks. My nose is long and slightly upturned at the end and my face isn't exactly long, but it's square that's for sure, my dad use to tell me before he went insane that I had a strong jaw long meaning I was going to be a strong wizard. I hope he's right. xxx→ ( body ) I'm very thin, but not overly so. I can't seem to gain weight no matter how much I eat, and let me tell you some days that can be quite a lot. My metabolism is very good, another gift from my mother along with the eyes. I don't mind really, though as a younger kid I was made fun of for being so 'frail' looking. Believe it or not I'm actually pretty strong physically without a wand, my mother had enrolled me in a boxing class when I was about ten, just before I headed of to school for my wizard training the next year. I guess she wanted me to be prepared for any kind of bully that would present themselves to me over the years. So I do have muscle defintion to, not overly so as some guys, but very subtle and defined I'd like to think. Moving on. I stand at about six feet even, almost six one though I'll probably grow another inch or two over the next few years. xxx→ ( clothes ) I like clothes. A lot. Seriously, after Courtney died and I seemed to move on just a little bit all the girls muggle and witch alike wanted to go shopping with me. And honestly I didn't mind one bit. I'm the typical gay man who will tell you if something looks good on you or not, except without that voice. Anyway I like to have the best that I can get with the money my family makes. Though I usually end up getting jeans, high end t-shrits, and lots of scarfs and jackets. Oh! I do have some vests that I occasionally wear, but going to Hogwarts I don't have much opportunity to actually wear my clothes. What with the uniform and all. ● ● ● → you only wish you could understand Oh my god. You want to know about my personality! Oh dear, well I don't know how to put this, but I don't even understand my personality that well so how the hell am I suppose to tell you? Well this is frustrating! Sorry I'm a bit cranky right now, tired and whatnot. Okay I guess I'll start out by saying I'm one stubborn bloke. Seriously, it's one of my flaws that I inherited from my father. He was stubborn, worse than me believe it or not. Actually despite that he's insane due to a curse my father is still stubborn as hell. I feel story for the Mediwitches that have to deal with him on a day to day basis. I know I'd feel sorry for myself if I had to deal with him like that. Despite my stubborn tendencies I'm very generous, something that bloomed on its own. Neither of my seemed like the overly generous type, sure every once in a while they would be generous and give soemthing to someone in need of it more, but I'd always give my lunch away to the kid who never had one when I was little. It was just something I did. I'm the guy that will walk up to hobos and give them money all the while knowing they'll probably spend it on booze. And I guess by default being generous also makes me kind or sweet. I suppose your right, though I can be a right down arse as well, but those moments everyone has, not one person on this planet is perfectly happy every single day for years and years. It's just not possible. But I try to be nice to strangers. I don't know them so what right do I have to be rude to them? I expect the same thing from them because they don't know me either. To my friends though I'm a pretty nice guy, though I don't have many friends as I tend to stay to myself. Why? Well I'm a troubled boy. How? Well when the girl you're in love with dies and then your father goes insane just a couple years later it can leave a person pretty screwed up. Especially when each situation was just plain unfair. But then again no one said life was fair did they? Hell no. But does knowing this make it hurt less? No. It hurts just as much. No matter how many times I've tired to deal with both tragedies I just can't seem to fully move on, so now they just rest in the back of my head a constant reminder that life is unfair and cruel. That loved ones can be taken from you at a moments notice. Having this swirling in my head can make me rather tempermental when I don't get enough sleep or I'm highly stresed. I usually lash out at my friends, the few I have and while I feel guilty afterwards I can't help but to do it all the same. And why haven't my friends left me yet? Well they are true friends you see that have stuck with me through thick and thin, and this is why I'm such a loyal person, depsite the fact that I've been burned in the past by friends, I know that if someone is still by my side after so long they're a real friend. Does that make any sense? Sorry if it doesn't. But you see once you gain my trust and become one of my closest friends I'm one of the most loyal people you'll ever meet. It's sad really sometimes, only because I can be so loyal to the point where I'm compared with a golden retriever. Maybe that isn't so pathetic, but it all depends on how you look at it I suppose. Anyway probably another reason some friends stick with me is because I just love to adventure. I'm not afraid to break a few rules just to have some fun. Though I never do get caught, never have and never will. Maybe because as a young kid I go away with sneaking outside in the middle of the night contributed to my confidence that is very high it's almost annoying to me. Almost. Though along with my stubborness I have some more flaws. I'm a very secretive person, this I'm not too sure why, maybe it's because I told Courtney everything and ended up loosing the closest person to me which hurt like hell. Perhaps I keep it all in, keep it all away from my Hogwarts friends so they won't feel pity for me, so they won't want to get close and try to "heal" me. I don't need healing, I've dealt with Courtney's death, miss her greatly, and wish everyday that we just had a couple more years together. But then again I do want to get that close with someone again, just not a girl. I'm very conflicted on the inside which can cause me to be rather unpredictable as well. I could confide in someone one day and then not talk about anything deep and personal ever again. It's rather confusing to me, so don't even try to ask why I do that. Perhaps it's my inability to decided whether or not I want to get close to someone again. Who knows. I think that sums me up pretty damn good. So can I go back to sleep now? Good. ● ● ● → my stengths without a wand Running Solving riddles and puzzles Ability to remain calm in tense situations Great negotiator. ● ● ● → my weakness without a wand Pysically weaker than most boys Terrible at math Metally scared Indecisive ● ● ● → my little fascinating quirks Speaks French Cooks A photographer ● ● ● → please allow me these little hobbies Swimming Running Cooking ● ● ● → my hogwarts a history A soft cry of two babies rippled down the lone hallway of a simple home that sat atop a hill caused the simple home to erupt into light as two new parents fretted about trying to calm their children. A woman with dark blonde hair rushed down the hallway first, pulling her hair up into a messy ponytail right before she entered the room at the end, a man who had dark, messy brown hair trudged behind his wife. Another light flickered on as the parents entered the nursery and both went to a different child. The woman picked up a small baby dressed in pink pajamas and cradled her close. The man picked up a small baby dressed in blue pajamas and didn’t seem to know what to do. “Anne-“ “Hush!” The room fell to silence once more, except for the two crying babes. The man looked at his son torn on what to do. Looking back at his wife he saw her holding his daughter closely and rocking her gently back and forth and thus tried to mimic her. Twenty minutes later the twins were asleep once more. “Now let us get a couple more hours of sleep love.” The woman murmured sleepily as she looked up at her husband. “Anne-“ “Not now Jonathan.” And with that the new parents left the room only to be awakened two hours later to do the same exact thing. - - - “But mum!” A girl around the age of ten whined as she followed her mother into the kitchen. The girl had long dark blonde hair and shining green eyes, the spitting image of her mother and her face was contorted into one of extreme annoyance. “He stole my favorite hat again!” Her mother sighed and opened the fridge. She didn’t get to look inside very long before her son came running in from outside. “Tristan! Give me my hat back!” The girl took off and the woman knew things would turn ugly if she didn’t step in soon. “No Cassie! Why should I? You took my favorite jacket!” The boy said as he crossed his arms and glared at his twin sister. “I did not!” The tension in the room seemed to grow and just as Tristan was about to open his mouth again a mirror exploded to his right causing Cassie to scream and him to jump out of his skin. Both knew what had happened. Accidental magic. Cassie and Tristan shared a frightened glance before turning to their mother. “Mum-“ “We didn’t mean to!” “Honest!” The woman looked at both her children and pointed to their front door. “Go outside. Now.” Both children ran as fast as they could out of their house. - - - You see my mum is a muggle and didn’t quite understand what Cassie and I were going through as ‘normal’. Actually she had really hoped Cassie and I wouldn’t inherit our father’s magic and stay normal muggles like her. Our dad on the other hand was completely find with it, though told us to not get emotionally upset or really excited about something, which was hard for two ten year olds. I was born in New Zealand. What am I doing here in England? Well I’ll get to that little bit later on, but for now I shall tell you about my childhood. It wasn’t particularly a fascinating let me tell you, though lately the girls in England find it absolutely fascinating that I’m from New Zealand. It’s like I’m from another more interesting planet! It’s unfortunate I don’t go for the ladies. But only a little. I’ve only ever loved one girl in my entire life, and she will forever be special to me. Her name was Courtney Wilcox and we did everything together. We met at the muggle school Cassie and I went to, you know to learn how to read and write. Plus my mum said it would be good for us to embrace the muggle side to of our family. At the age of five Cassie and I didn’t seem to care much about going to school, we actually looked forward to it, just like every other little kid in town. It was a chance to meet new kids and explore new places. Cassie and I were the biggest explorers back then. And when we met Courtney she just fit into us like a missing puzzle piece. Cassie, Courtney and I did everything together. My mother was so happy that we had made a new friend and embraced Courtney lovingly as any mother would. I could tell from that young of an age that she had envisioned Courtney in our lives for years and years, never leaving always being her third child. And for a while Courtney was. For nine years Courtney was very much apart of my life. She was my best friend, the only other person I could go to if I couldn’t talk to Cassie. Which was rare, but Cassie and I are twins and we told each other everything. But when there were moments I couldn’t Courtney was always there willing to listen to me. She did the same for Cassie as well, but it seemed she had a soft spot for me. Back then at the age of eight I didn’t understand, but as we grew older I began to realize why she always leaned her head onto my shoulder more than she did with Cassie. Though at the age of fourteen I did understand why Courtney had a soft spot for me, and I realized I had one for her too, despite by then I had plenty of other friends. Especially wizard friends from the Academy of Magic that Cassie and I went to in southern New Zealand each year. I loved her with every fiber of my being and she seemed to love me just as much. I know what you’re thinking. How could a fourteen year old be in love? Personally I think you can fall in love once you begin to understand how the world works, and I had began to understand the world, just a little, when I was twelve. I knew what love was back then. But something happened to Courtney I never imagined possible and my world was literally shattered into a million little pieces. - - - I hate hospitals. I really do. When I was twelve I broke my arm and my dad was away on wizarding business so my mother had no choice but to bring me here, to the very same hospital I was in now. Though I wasn’t here because of myself this time, no I was here because Courtney asked me to. I walked up to the front desk my stomach full of fluttering butterflies. An elderly woman looked up at me; her face creased with wrinkles and had that calming effect on you that most grandmothers had. “May I help you son?” She asked, her voice reminding me of my own grandmother. “Uh-“ I faltered and looked around the hospital one more time; I even pinched myself to make sure I wasn’t stuck in some weird dream. But I wasn’t, I was wide awake and in a place I absolutely detested. “Which room is Courtney Wilcox in?” My voice sounded pathetic to my own ears. So uncertain. The woman taped away at her keyboard and looked at the computer screen for a few seconds before turning back to me. “She’s in room 289, second floor and it’ll be on your right.” And with that I was in an elevator on my way up to Courtney’s room. She hadn’t told me why she was in the hospital only that she needed to tell me something and it was urgent. She had sounded so weak on the phone I could barely hear the words she was saying, but I nodded numbly knowing she couldn’t see me and told my mum that I needed to go to the hospital right away. My mum had given me a sad but understanding look and was in the car right now waiting patiently for me to come back out. A few seconds later the elevator doors opened up and the long hallway that was the second floor stretched above me. I didn’t really have time to hesitate and consider going back as the elevator doors soon began to shut, without thinking of what awaited for me I rushed out of the elevator and stood there as the doors shut smoothly behind me. That was when the nerves seemed to hit me. Taking a deep breath I began to move down the hall, looking for Courtney’s room and sooner than I would have liked, reached it. I stood in front of her door, my hands clenched into fists at my sides. I felt like I could hurl I was so nervous, but by the way Courtney sounded she didn’t need to see me so nervous, so weak, so upset. No she needed her best friend, fun and goofy, always there to put a smile on her face. Finally I opened her door and I saw her there on her bed, her father in a chair beside her. He looked up at me and a look of relief washed over his aging features. “Tristan.” He said softly, the relief coloring his voice as well as he got out of his chair and walked over to me. Placing his hand on my shoulder he looked into my eyes and I was suddenly very worried. Mr. Wilcox looked as though he had no more hope or free spirit left in him, and Mr. Wilcox was rarely seen without a smile. It was odd to look at him with such a look of defeat set into his features. It was indescribable. “Tri…stan?” A weak voice called out and both Mr. Wilcox and I turned to look at Courtney in her bed. It seemed my arrival had woken her up. I immediately felt guilty. “I’ll leave you two alone.” Mr. Wilcox said louder this time and smiled at Courtney in a very sad way. It was as though he was afraid it would be the last time he saw her. “I love you princess.” “Love you too…daddy.” And then Courtney and I were alone. I looked at her not sure what to do or say. I was not use to this Courtney, weak and so very tired. No I was use to the very energetic and happy Courtney. But I forced myself to walk forward toward her, granted part of the reason was my curiosity, but most of it was my concern and worry for her. A part of me was saying that this would be the last time I’d ever see her, but I quickly pushed that thought in the back of my head. It couldn’t be possible. Courtney and I were supposed to grow old together. Whether as a couple or as best friends. “Hey.” I finally whispered as I sat in the same chair Mr. Wilcox had sat in not a few moments before me. “Hey.” She whispered back and reached for my hand which I gave to her more than willingly. “What’s wrong?” I finally asked after a few seconds of silence, I couldn’t handle it anymore. “I’m dying.” She said simply as though it was the clearest thing in the world, which I suppose it was. That being said didn’t mean I had to accept it. “Wha-?” I was confused and couldn’t believe my ear. Maybe I heard her wrong. That had to be it I heard her wrong. It had to be it! She couldn’t be dying; she was my best friend it was like loosing a third of me, and the most important third. Don’t get me wrong but I love Cassie as well but there was something different in the way I loved Courtney a different kind of love that Cassie and I never can have. “I have cancer.” I still couldn’t believe my ears. But after a few minutes it sunk in and I looked at her and knew. Knew she was dying and this probably would be the last time I saw her. I leaned toward her then and kissed her softly on the lips my free hand cupping her face gently as I did so. She kissed me back with the little strength she had left and as we parted we both said the same thing together, “I love you.” Then Mr. Wilcox came in followed by a nurse who said that visiting hours for non-family members was over. I looked at Courtney one last time and my heart broke right then and there and as I walked out the door I left apart of it behind. When I got in the car with my mom I cried harder than I had ever cried in my life. Courtney died an hour later. - - - After Courtney’s death I just wasn’t the same anymore. Cassie wasn’t quite either, but she seemed to handle Courtney’s death much better than I had. That was the first time I told Courtney I loved her in that way, but I was just glad I got to say it to her at all. And Courtney will forever be the one and only girl I ever love. I just can’t bring myself to fall in love with another girl, marry her and have kids. No. I can’t do it. I mean I tried when I was fifteen to move on like I know she’s wanted me to, but no other girl could amaze me in the way Courtney had. This is why I turned to guys. I had always been curious about them, and if Courtney had lived then I’m pretty sure I’d be bisexual, but no like I had said before no other girl will I ever kiss the same way I kissed her all those years ago. Though it seems fate had plans to deal me yet another blow in life and this time through my father. You see my father worked for the New Zealand Ministry of Magic as someone who would get through curses that surrounded important areas or objects that the ministry needed. I’m still not sure what his job occupation was called my dad never really talked about his work at home, he liked to leave work where it belonged and family time didn’t include him working or explaining his job in full clarity. This was nice when I was younger because whenever my dad wanted to spend time with me, Cassie, or even both of us it went uninterrupted. But let’s get back on track shall we. What happened to my father to yet again uproot my life? Well it’s a little thing called insanity. - - - There was something wrong. I could feel it as soon as I walked in the house. I looked over my shoulder at Cassie and she too wore a look of worry. The house was too quite for the Christmas Eve. Setting down our sleds in the foyer Cassie and I made our way upstairs and to our parent’s room. The whole downstairs was dark so we knew our mum or dad weren’t down there. We stood in front of their closed bedroom door and a few seconds later heard the muffled cry of our mother. Without knocking we burst in and saw her weeping into a tissue. She looked up at us as she heard her door open and immediately tried to regain her composure. “Mum is everything- “alright?” Cassie finished for me. Mum promptly burst into tears again. Cassie moved forward putting and arm around our mum’s shoulders taking a seat beside her on the bed. “Mum what’s wrong?” Cassie asked quietly as I moved to my mum’s other side taking her hand into my two larger ones. “Your father…he’s-“ She stopped talking and a fresh batch of tears rolled down her face and she blew her nose into the tissue that already needed to be replaced, so I reached over and grabbed a new one. “He’s what mum?” I asked softly as I handed her the new tissue. “Gone insane! Some stupid curse got the better of him and he went wild!” Cassie and I met each other’s eyes over our mum’s head and shared a shocked and bewildered look. Dad insane? No impossible he was always so care at work to avoid this outcome! Though it seemed there was hope for us yet, if our father’s insanity was irreversible then our mother would be even more of a mess, but she was talking to us, telling us what was wrong so that was a good sign. “Is it permanent mum?” Cassie asked softly, rubbing soft circles on our mum’s back soothingly. “No, but-“ She stopped and looked out the open window. The sun was setting and you could just see the ocean that lay a few miles away on the horizon, just barely but you could still see it. “But what? I prompted. “We’re moving to England.” The silence that rang around the room nearly made me want to scream just to break the silence it was crazy how quickly it had gotten quiet after that statement. Cassie’s hand stopped rubbing circles on our mum’s back and she slowly raised her head to look at me. I met her gaze and I could instantly feel and see her shock and that she was upset. “St. Mungo’s is the best place for your father to go if we have any hopes of him returning to us. We’ll be leaving by weeks end. Also you’ll both attend Hogwarts for the remainder of your wizarding training.” Hogwarts? The Hogwarts? Cassie seemed torn about this new information. It would be easy for us to continue going to our school now for our wizard training, just a floo away, but with our mother being a muggle she still didn’t quite understand this, but then again Cassie and I had heard great things about Hogwarts and always wished that we could go see it one day. Now we were going to attend there, finish our schooling, graduate from there possible, depending on our father. And so you now know how I got here to England, to Hogwarts. And it’s my seventh year in Hogwarts, my father is still insane, I think of Courtney every day, and my future is very close to finally coming true. I’m scared shitless. |
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Thunderstorms Rain Adventuring Flying Reading Painting ● ● ● → please get these away from me! Hot Summers Smokers Arrogance Stupidity Being cooped up inside People who don't think before acting. ● ● ● → with a wand i'm quite good at these Tranfiguration Flying Charms Speed of spells ● ● ● → quite frankly i just can't seem to do these right Defense spells Potions Deal with magical creatures Spells are weaker when they aren't said out loud. ● ● ● → my friend of light that protects me from the dark A lovely little owl ● ● ● → my deepest fear Is being alone for forever. ● ● ● → my deepest want Courtney alive. ● ● ● → howarts is Hogwarts is okay. It's very different from my other school, but it isn't home. Then again no where is ever since Courtney died. |
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Tristan nodded and hopped off the chair at his desk and walked over to his father to give him a hug. “Night dad.” He said softly before climbing into the bed, having no intention of sleeping for quite some time that night. “We’ll go fly around on that broom of yours tomorrow when you’re mum’s at the market. Don’t want her to know I got you an actual broom.” His father winked and Tristan couldn’t help but giggle at the thought of defying his mother, but it would be a great bonding time with his dad. Of courts Tristan didn’t know at the age of eight that this was exactly what would be happening tomorrow, no eight year old Tristan just saw it as another thing he did with his dad. “Night kido.” And then the door was shut once more, leaving Tristan alone once more. He knew his parents wouldn’t check in on him for the rest of the night, he had never snuck out before, so once they were asleep Tristan was in the clear. As long as he was back by midnight he’d be golden. Lying there in bed had Tristan thinking about many things, mostly Quidditch like any normal eight year old wizard. His dad had showed him the wizard sport the year before and Tristan had absolutely fallen in love with it. His dad even promised to take him to the World Cup when he was older. This excited him to no end, to actually see the wizards up close and zooming around on their brooms only feet away from him had Tristan wishing for time to speed up so he could be older. Finally it was ten o’clock and his parents had gone up to their room ten minute ago. If they were paying attention or happened to look out the window and across their large yard then Tristan would be caught, their room was on the second floor and over looked both the front yard and backyard. Hopefully though it was dark enough they’d mistake him for a deer perhaps. Getting out of bed Tristan quickly changed into a pair of jeans and a t-shirt that he picked up from the floor. Rummaging around in the dark for his shoes Tristan quickly grew aggravated, but found the things a few minutes later. Throwing them on Tristan walked to his window, opened it up and crept outside. Once his feet hit he ground his excitement peaked once more. He closed the window softly and turned toward the path that led to his and Courtney’s meadow. Tristan moved slowly at first and at a low crouch across his backyard, which didn’t have a fence, but once he reached the line of trees he stood up fully and took off at a run, anxious to see Courtney. Owls hooted around him, and creatures of the night scurried around at his feet, none of this bothered him though having grown up playing in these very woods as soon as he could walk. It didn’t take long to reach the meadow and there was no sign of Courtney, he didn’t worry too much though, she lived across town and had farther to travel just to get here. So Tristan settled himself down in the center of the meadow to wait. He didn’t have to wait long for Courtney to appear in cute white dress. Tristan smiled at her. “You made it!” She giggled softly, almost light a ghost of a laugh. “I told you I would!” She whispered. “I’m glad.” He said and patted the spot next to him; though as he did so Courtney let out a horrible cough that had Tristan worried. “You okay Courts?” The girl nodded and sat next to Tristan. The rest of their time together Courtney would go into coughing fits, but would always tell Tristan she was fine, just a cold. Perhaps if he had been more mature, or knew what he would in six years time then he would have guess Courtney didn’t have a cold. But at the tender age of eight Tristan’s mind just assumed Courtney kept catching colds. This is a special memory to Tristan. It's short I guess. My posts in the roleplay will be longer than this, but I thought this would be a cute insight to Tristan and Courtney's friendship. Along with his realtionship with his dad and how close those two were. |
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O1: ► 〖 Jason Mraz - A Beautiful Mess 〗 xxxxxxxxxxxand through timeless words and priceless pictures xxxxxxxxxxxwe'll fly like birds not of this earth xxxxxxxxxxxand tides they turn and hearts disfigure xxxxxxxxxxxbut that's no concern when we're wounded together xxxxxxxxxxxand we tore our dresses and stained our shirts O2: ► 〖 The Scene Aesthetic - Beauty In The Breakdown 〗 xxxxxxxxxxxCome on, take a step towards me, xxxxxxxxxxxSo you can figure me out, xxxxxxxxxxxI've been hoping,and praying for a single way, xxxxxxxxxxxTo show you what I'm all about, O3: ► 〖 RED - Already Over 〗 xxxxxxxxxxxI'd give it all to you xxxxxxxxxxxLetting go of me xxxxxxxxxxxReaching as I fall xxxxxxxxxxxI know it's already over now xxxxxxxxxxxNothing left to lose xxxxxxxxxxxLoving you again xxxxxxxxxxxI know it's already over, already over now! O4: ► 〖 The Script - Before The Worst 〗 xxxxxxxxxxxWe we're thinking we would never be apart xxxxxxxxxxxWith your name tattooed across my heart xxxxxxxxxxxWho would have thought it would end up like this? xxxxxxxxxxxWhere everything we talked about is gone. O5: ► 〖 Kelly Clarkson - Cry 〗 xxxxxxxxxxxIs it over yet? xxxxxxxxxxxCan I open my eyes? xxxxxxxxxxxIs this as hard as it gets? xxxxxxxxxxxIs this what it feels like to really cry? |
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Relationship Key
ツ // Yeah we're pretty close. ☺ // Awesome we're friends! ☼ // Don't really know you, but you seem cool enough. ◊ // I've seen you around. × // You annoy me. − // Okay I do not like you. ﹌ // I hate you, stay away from me! ʔ // Who are you? |
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hufflepuff  Collin Jonesent - 7th year ツ Collin is my closest guy friend. We have some pretty good times and he's a pretty cool guy. I mean he liked quidditch so why wouldn't I like him. Plus he's in my house and year! We study together a lot since we are taking a lot of the same classes. So don't mess with him or you'll be sorry. Just because I'm a Hufflepuff doesn't mean I don't know how to fight. I do. So back off please. Dandoire_Latilla_III  Maggie Dempsey - 6th year ツ Do not mess with this girl right here. Not just because she's one of my best friends, but because she can really screw you up. Not usual for a Hufflepuff yes, but she's loyal to no end earning her a right in our house. She's a quidditch maniac like myself and it's not a surprise to see us down on the field hammering it out. She gives me one great workout as a Keeper and I giver her one hell of a work out as a Chaser. I'd do anything for this girl right here. [+Darkness Of The Heart+] |
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ravenclaw  Julian Rettington - 7th year ??? I'm not sure where to classify Julian on my list. I mean honestly we had a one night stand last year. That night is a bit fuzzy, but both of us weren't in a good emotional state when it happened. Actually that night happened on the anniversery of Courtney's death, so I was really screwed up that night. He treats me like crap because he's a pureblood and I'm a halfblood, but honestly I could care less, it was a great and fun night, but there will only be that one night for us. +Mystified_Soul+  Amel Terne - 6th year ♥ I never thought I'd feel so much love toward anyone again after Courtney, but in walked Amel. I mean what I feel for Courtney is a lot more than what I feel for Amel, but just the fact that I love him is amazing enough as it is. He's healing me with his beautiful music and calm nature. Whenever I become depressed I go to him and he plays me music. He never pries into my past which is something I also love about him. We got together at the end of my sixth year and his fifth year and he's a whole two years younger than me, but age doesn't matter to me. Pure Panache |
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