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 Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2011 12:36 pm
 This is the boy's bathroom ONLY. There is a passage leading from this bathroom to the seventh floor. Draco Malfoy was attacked by Harry Potter with Sectumsempra in this lavatory in 1997.
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Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2011 7:00 pm
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Lucas stopped in the bathroom on the way to class. It wasn't just to, well, go, but he was very self-conscious about his appearance since he knew Rhi was sure to torment him the second she got.
He looked in the mirror and frowned. So much grey! The full moon was in about two weeks so it must be all the stress added to it. He had the hair of someone middle-aged, really. His hair was even receding slightly. Only very very slightly, but he noticed it. And so would Rhiannon. Dangitt! He took out his wand and started trying to flatten it a bit so it fell over his face slightly and looked a bit less grey...but it didn't help. Hmmm...he tried experimenting a bit, lifting it up and then flattening it down so the grey wouldn't show but all it did was make the scars on the back of his neck more visible. He had scars all over his body really, just not on his face. Since he'd been screaming and shaking his head, flailing so much, that the werewolves were more likely to bite the meatier parts of him...his torso, back...the wounds from his upper back had shown up to his neck, they were so deep and bloody when he was a kid. Werewolf bite scars never went away. Since the Hogwarts robes covered all of them it wasn't an issue, but they were still there. You could still see them faintly, reminding him of that night when everything changed. He frowned a bit and looked in the mirror at the back of his neck, the scar that lay there. He'd never end up like the beast that gave it to him, no matter what Rhiannon said.
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Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2011 7:19 pm
xxxxxxxxxx уσυ ωσи'т fιи∂ f α ι т н σя н є α я т ∂σωи α тєℓєѕ¢σρє
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxуσυ ωσи'т fιи∂ н є α я т σя ѕ σ υ ℓ ιи тнє ѕтαяѕ  ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆xxxxxHe found the bathroom he was looking for, finally, and walked inside, going into the nearest stall. He was relieved to finish, and ready to wash his hands and get back to work when he saw Lucas ruffling his hair. Why do I keep running into you? He sighed and walked over to the sinks and turned one of them on, scrubbing his hair vigorously, mostly because he was irritated with Lucas. He kept washing his hands until they were sore, and then he dried them off with a towel. He watched Lucas for just another minute as he messed with his hair, and he noticed something on the back of Lucas's neck. It was... it was a scar of some sort. It was very unnatural, whatever it was.
Caiden backed away, taking in what he saw. Something really didn't seem right. Lucas was ruffling his hair, and he noticed all the grey in it being closer like he was now. Caiden just turned around and walked out of the bathroom. He didn't want to see anymore tonight. He decided to rush back to the library, and from there, he would grab his things and just go to bed. Maybe he was seeing things? Who knows? He walked out, and headed to the library, and then back to the common room to just get some sleep. He needed that now.★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆
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Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2011 7:30 pm
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Lucas hardly noticed Caiden in the bathroom, he was busy trying to fix his hair. Yet when Caiden left, he was suprised he hadn't said anything. They'd gotten into a huge fight, Caiden had kissed Fionna, and his reponse was saying nothing? It was unlike him. He couldn't help but feel that sense of foreboding that he had when he woke up and when he was in the great hall. He hadn't known it, but Caiden had gone through his schedule and seen him lick his wound. It was a daily habit for Lucas to act a tiny bit odd, but only now was Caiden noticing it, only now was it becoming more apparent. Lucas was being a bit more loose, free about how he acted now that Fionna had accepted him. And as a result, his dog-like sense was showing through.
Lucas was blind to Caiden researching him in the library, but wondered for a second if Caiden saw his scar. It was just a faded cut, maybe...but it did look deep even when it was healed. Kinda strange. Still, he'd been sorta at a distance, maybe he hadn't seen it? Lucas shrugged it off and left to go to class.
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2011 4:55 pm
"Proud and so glorious standing before of us
Our swords will shine bright in the sky
When united we come to the land of the sun
With the heart of a dragon we ride" Drago Alta - 2nd year Gryffindor Drago ran into the boys bathroom and put his notebook on a dry spot on the counter. He took out his wand and looked at the spell. He had to move his wand in a sideways zigzag and say Congelotortorat. He looked at an open stall door and concentrated on it freezing. He zigzagged his wand and said "Congelotortorat." In a clear voice but nothing happened. That was ok. He had a couple of hours to practice before Al would be back from her lessons. He tried it again and again nothing happened. The third time he tried moving his wand faster but that didn't work either.
He stood there thinking for awhile but couldn't think of any other way he could do it, so he tried it the first way again. Zip, zero, notta. Nothing happened. Then on his fifth time he got a spark. It was small but it was something. He practiced it for the couple of hours and only achieved a little bit of a bigger spark. He put the notebook and his wand away and ran out of the bathroom, towards the Gryffindor common room. He hoped Al wasn't back yet.  "We are flying on wings in winter sky with fire burning deep inside
We are warriors of endless time forever and on
On wings of steel an ancient flight we see the powers that unite
The gods will now send us a sign of battle once more"
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Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2011 2:03 pm
"Proud and so glorious standing before of us
Our swords will shine bright in the sky
When united we come to the land of the sun
With the heart of a dragon we ride" Drago Alta - 2nd year Gryffindor As Drago walked through the school, trying to think of how to get rid of Richard, he decided to go to the boys bathroom to practice the freezing curse some more. The bolt that came out of his wand had gotten bigger and it was almost ready to test it. It was getting easier to cast too. It might have been because he always picture Richard as his target, but he really didn't know.
He took his wand out and did the, now perfectly memorized, zigzag and said in a clear firm voice, "Congelotortorat" A beam of light the size of a fist shot out and hit a stall door. This was better, much better. He cast it again and it was a little bigger. He didn't notice how much noise he was making as he repeatedly cast the spell and hit the stall door every time."We are flying on wings in winter sky with fire burning deep inside
We are warriors of endless time forever and on
On wings of steel an ancient flight we see the powers that unite
The gods will now send us a sign of battle once more"
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2011 11:28 am
"Proud and so glorious standing before of us
Our swords will shine bright in the sky
When united we come to the land of the sun
With the heart of a dragon we ride" Drago Alta - 2nd year Gryffindor Drago practiced for hours, since it was the weekend. The bolt that came out of his wand was as thick as a small log and it was an icy blue. It was finished. He had now learned Congelotortorat perfectly. it had taken half a month but he'd gotten it. He put his wand away, grabbed his book bag and left the bathroom. He kept wondering how he had practiced without any interruptions. The noise he made was loud. He shrugged it off and headed to the Gyffindor common room, feeling a little better now that he knew how to use the spell."We are flying on wings in winter sky with fire burning deep inside
We are warriors of endless time forever and on
On wings of steel an ancient flight we see the powers that unite
The gods will now send us a sign of battle once more"
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Posted: Mon Nov 28, 2011 11:12 am
ＪＵＳＫ ＦＡＲＯＮ The Mutt.  Ravenclaw 6th Year__________________
Stumbling toward a mirror, Jusk clenched the sink with veined hands, reluctantly peering at the beast in the mirror, whose brow ceased unattractively and lips curled into a distasteful grimace. "Calm yourself, Jusk," he sighed, confused as to why he acted how he did. Twisting the cold tap, hands cupped warmed water, lingering momentarily before splashing upon the boy’s face in attempt to wake him from the aggressive hold. Somehow, it worked. Jusk’s face resembled somewhat of a normal lad as he peered into the reflective surface. "You can’t go getting angry over what you can’t control. You must overcome your aggression," he spat, eyes intent, if slightly crazed. He was yet to win over his temper, yet there was never harm in trying.
Peering around thoughtlessly, Jusk inspected the bathroom. It was a large, empty, cleanly sight. He was certain the girl’s bathrooms would be much more of a spectacle. A boy’s bathroom was dull and purposeful. Boys would go when they had to go. Well, where else were they going to going? Sure, the occasional dossing in the bathroom might prove fun…for a child. Now at a respectable age, Jusk couldn’t quite picture himself blocking the toilets and sticking toilet roll bombs to the ceiling. Still, it’d be fun to try some time, he smiled mischievously. The girl’s bathroom, on the other hand, he imagined to be some informal meeting location for constant, irrelevant nattering and time wasting. With being a girl seemingly derived a handful of other priorities. Was it a gene that resulted in a girl checking her hair and makeup every time she passed a mirror? The thought was hilarious to Jusk. Could the girls not appreciate their natural beauty? Of course, not all girls were this way. There were plenty more of differing souls in which Jusk’s eyes would linger upon with appreciation and satisfaction.
Suddenly aware that thoughts had trailed to a topic his hormones enjoyed, Jusk twisted the tap, halting the calming flow of water. Now in a better state of mind, he pondered over his next actions. His cello, locked safely in the music room, was yearning to be played. Excited to meet the string instrument’s call, Jusk turned and hopped out of the door, smirking foolishly in the mirror before he left, hands rummaging at his hair.
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