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 Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2012 4:09 pm
I’m impregnable, incredible, the setting of quo
I’m at Lay Chimirida, not a heart and soul
I got a Saturday night, and nothing is dead
And if I ever had to do it, well, you know I wouldn’t care  Status: Single
Pureblood Nell didn't want to sound mean and say she was ecstatic and relieved when Gracie came into the classroom and sat beside her, but she wasn't exactly annoyed she would be sharing Damien's presence either. "Hey Gracie! Oh umm," she adapted the cool pureblood sounding sort of voice as she introduced the Slytherin. "this is Damien Edgeworth, Slytherin House. Damien, this is my friend Gracie McHalen, Ravenclaw House. I'm not entirely sure if you two have met yet..." she said nervously as she looked between the two.    What I'm wearing: First dayWho's she with: Other first yearsLocation: History ClassroomThoughts:Be polite, be polite.
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Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2012 9:31 pm
Adalaide BlytheHufflepuff // First Year // History Classroom // WearingCURRENTLY WITH // Edward and other First YearsCURRENTLY FEELING // InterestedCURRENTLY THINKING // 'Why is Michelle always late?'═════════════════════════════════ 
Adalaide offered Michelle a small smile, not dropping her hand, still wanting to hopefully get called on and earn a few house points. She noticed that Damien had dropped his, and couldn't help but be happy for it. She'd been sure that whatever answer he gave would be full of contempt and nonsense about good blood and noble lineages. First of all, boring, second of all, rude. But, his hand had dropped. She watched with interest as Gracie approached him and Nell, her eyes growing concerned. She didn't know what Nell's blood was like, but Gracie was a halfblood, like her. And, if Michelle's dad was any indication, she was a halfblood from an old family, just like Ada was. And nothing seemed up bother him more than old families that had 'defected' and tainted their line with muggle blood. She turned to Michelle. "Gracie is sitting with Damien," she whispered, her voice tinged with a slight note of worry. This could be bad. She was almost certain he wouldn't cause a scene in class, but afterwards... there was no telling what he would do.
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 Damien EdgeworthSlytherin // First Year // History Classroom // WearingCURRENTLY WITH // First YearsCURRENTLY FEELING // InterestedCURRENTLY THINKING // 'That bloody little brat!'═════════════════════════════════ 
Damien raised his eyebrow at the girl who approached them late for class. He recognized her as the brat who had shoved him at the station, the one who had done it on purpose. He barely kept his cool. So, Chantale and the girl were friends. His eyebrows raised as he recognized the girl's name. McHalen. The same as Michelle's, obviously. Meaning that this girl must be her cousin, the daughter of her blood traitor aunt and muggle uncle, a halfblood. It was the only conclusion he could draw, as he knew that Michelle didn't have a twin, and the girl looked nothing like her anyway, and his younger cousins wouldn't attend Hogwarts until the following year. Her recalled his aunt discussing the girl, noting her lack of breeding and low brow attitude. This must be her, then. He only just kept his expression neutral, looking at Gracie's finger, pointing at him. He could tell that Chantale was putting on airs, acting in an uncharacteristic manner, and wondered why. What what she trying to do, pretend to be well bred? Her blood was pure, but she must be from a blood traitor family to be in Hufflepuff and to befriend Gracie. Unless she was unaware of the other girl's blood status, although he had trouble believing that. He didn't bother extending his hand to her, not wanting to shake her hand. "Yes, I believe we met, although it wasn't a proper meeting. She shoved me at the train station."
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Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2012 9:58 pm
With a thousand lies
And a good disguise
Hit ‘em right between the eyes MICHELLE CATLIN
|||Slytherin|||Pureblood|||First Year|||   Michelle looked over at her cousin and shrugged. "I wouldn't be to worried. From what I know of Gracie, she knows exactly what she's getting into." She paused. "Anyways. He knows who my family is, he'll recognize her last name." She smiled and turned back to Ada. "I think she can take of herself, she's pretty crazy though, choosing to sit next to him I mean." She wrinkled her nose in distaste. OOC:... Feeling: Amused
Where I am: House Tables
What I'm doing: Sitting
Who I'm with: The Slytherins
Love interest: No OneWhen you walk away
Nothing more to say
See the lightning in your eyes
See ‘em running for their lives 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 |||Ravenclaw|||Half blood|||First Year|||  Gracie smiled pleasantly at him. "Oh yes, I remember now." She paused, mostly for dramatic effect. "You were that asshat at the station." She giggled. "I mean lovely boy with perfect manners at the station." She winked at him, an innocent smile still on her face, as she rested her chin in the palm of her hand.
OOC:... Feeling: Enthusiastic
Where I am: Ravenclaw Tables
What I'm doing: Sitting and Talking
Who I'm with: Ravenclaws
Love interest: JackThe days are fading
Like they're one in the same
Picture perfect doesn't mean much to me
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Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2012 12:08 pm
Draoran BlackstoneFirst Year Ravenclaw
Halfblood
Mood:
Location:
Who am I with?: ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~ ~~~~~Drae chose a seat off to the side of the room. He listened to the professor talk, and soon he found himself straying his attention away from the lesson. He veered it back, and held his book out. He spotted Raiden from afar and waved. ArtemisFriends: Raiden, Caitlin
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2012 1:11 pm
Marina Eugenie Aldred, Proud Halfblood, Slytherin First Year
Marina grinned when she noticed the blue haired girl taking Damien down a few pegs. He definitely deserved it. What was that girl's name? Gretchen? No, it was Gracie. She thought Gracie deserved a medal, and gave a quiet chuckle at hearing her call him an a**. She admired her blue hair too.
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Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2012 3:29 pm
  Raiden Oakwood First year // House: Gryffindor // Muggleblood OoC: (())
Just before Raiden was about to drift off she spotted Drae waving at her. She waved back enthusiastically. Unfortunately while she had been trying to sleep the class had gotten nowhere.
While leaning back in her chair, Raiden noticed that people were still holding up mild conversations despite the fact that class was going on. She was ambivalent about whether to try and sleep or whether she should stay awake and try to make decent conversation.
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Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2012 3:30 pm
 Jack Blank Hufflepuff/ Pureblood / First year - From the beginning I drew pictures of the searching sun
Blissfully denying what is instinct- - Since the beginning
I’ve seen color, but lately it’s been tainted
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Jack walked into the Magical history class and sat down in the first available seat he spotted in the vicinity of a lovely Slytherin girl. He remembered vaguely that she was the one that had refused to fight with the hotheaded Gryffindor girl. “Hello,” He said with an affable smile. He then proceeded to pull out his notes and scrawl his name in a neat cursive. When he had finished he looked up from the paper and spotted Gracie with her cousin, he waved to her and then continued on with his notes.
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Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2012 4:35 pm
I’m impregnable, incredible, the setting of quo
I’m at Lay Chimirida, not a heart and soul
I got a Saturday night, and nothing is dead
And if I ever had to do it, well, you know I wouldn’t care Status: Single
Pureblood Nell didn't know whether to giggle nervously or place her face in her palm at Gracie's well...Gracie-ish response to Damien. Since she was in turmoil she payed no attention to the fact that she reverted to her original Scottish rogue when she muttered to herself. "I-I'm not exactly sure how one should respond to something like that."  What I'm wearing: School UniformWho's she with: Other first years Location: History of Magic classroomThoughts: Yay! It worked!
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Essy ze Ninja Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2012 8:11 pm
We're going at it tonight, tonight
There's a party on the rooftop top of the world
Tonight, tonight and we're dancing on the edge of the Hollywood sign
I don't know if I'll make it but watch how good I'll fake it
It's all right, all right, tonight, tonight𝕰lizabeth ♚ 𝕭urke  𝔉𝔦𝔯𝔰𝔱 𝔜𝔢𝔞𝔯, 𝔊𝔯𝔶𝔣𝔣𝔦𝔫𝔡𝔬𝔯
”Oooo,” Cersei exclaimed giddily, a blissful yet forlorn smile fluttering to her lips at the thought as she sighed happily, a wrinkle of glee on her nose as her smile brightened even wider. ”I love rap music! Especially from the Americans! Their east coast, and south coast rap—like chopped and screwed. Heheh, but I really like rock too, all kinds of rock, like classic and alternative. I don’t really know much about Spanish music, but they’re—erm—what’s it called?
“Reggae—toon? Regaton? Something—or other—sounds fun to dance too.” She giggled, that stray lock of her now a soft curl as she began to grab her quill and doodle on the edge of her paper, waiting for the professor to call on the arrogant Slytherin boy who had held his hand up first, the one that most of the girls had been eyeing suspiciously since day one; the two Hufflepuff girls, and even the Slytherin.
♫ My voice---♪Half Witch-Half Veela------ ♫ History of Magic----------♪ with Cameron --------------♬ ♪ ♫ ♪
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Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2012 1:16 am
✌ Cameron Rowley ✌
First Year: Unsorted If I Was Your Boyfriend..I'd never let you go.Cameron raised his eyebrows in surprise, but a content smile drew on his lips. He had never met an eleven year old girl who loved, or even liked, rap music. Cersei was definitely the first, and he was glad the two shared this common interest. "You really like rap music? That's terrific! Rock is also pretty good, I just don't like heavy metal type of music," he admitted. "Some Spanish songs are good, but I will never understand what they're saying. Not even in a million years." Who really cared if he could understand or not? As long as it was a catchy tune! wearing
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Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2012 1:53 am
  Rufus sat down a not even bothering to bring out his wand if this was anything like Muggel history it will be a bit boring but on the other hand some of the story's his mother told him did interest him he hoped they where more like that learning about grate wizards and such when the teacher ask the question he thought he'd take a guess at it. If it was like Muggel history all his teachers told him it was so they can learn from the past and not make the mistakes other have made before them.
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Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2012 7:28 pm
Adalaide BlytheHufflepuff // First Year // History Classroom // WearingCURRENTLY WITH // Edward and other First YearsCURRENTLY FEELING // InterestedCURRENTLY THINKING // 'That bloody git wouldn't dare start something with Gracie in class.'═════════════════════════════════
Adalaide frowned at Michelle's cavalier attitude. She wasn't concerned that Gracie could handle herself, she was more concerned that the hotheaded girl would get into trouble because of how utterly obnoxious Damien was. She sighed a little. Oh, well. At least he wasn't tormenting her. That was honestly her primary concern. Adalaide was so soft-spoken, so kind, she could never hold her own against an attacked. Gracie was much better equipped to handle it, and anyway, she wanted to get in trouble, right? "I guess you're right. I just can't help but worry that she'll get herself in trouble, and he's not worth it." She sighed a little. That was what it always boiled down to. Was the cake worth the bake? And no trouble with Damien was ever worth the effort, or the consequences. She watched the group carefully. Nell looked positively panicked. She felt a little sorry for the other girl. She'd walked into a trap and hadn't even known it.
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Damien EdgeworthSlytherin // First Year // History Classroom // WearingCURRENTLY WITH // First YearsCURRENTLY FEELING // InterestedCURRENTLY THINKING // 'That bloody little brat!'═════════════════════════════════
Damien barely fought the urge to argue with the brat. He could hardly believe she'd been sorted into Ravenclaw. She wasn't nearly as polite and soft spoken as the students of that house were supposed to be. She was an insult the the noble name of Ravenclaw! But, he wouldn't cause a scene, not in class. He decided to answer coolly and calmly, and to let her know the score. "Perhaps my manners would have been better appreciated if everyone and their sister hadn't been shoving me left and right. All in all, I believe that I was the picture of perfect manners. Had I truly behaved like an... what was it you called me? An asshat? I believe I would have yelled, perhaps shoved someone back. But I didn't; perhaps you should be grateful of that." He turned to Nell, offering her a smile. "You might not find yourself in such uncomfortable situations if you put more thought into who you befriended. I have a suspicion that this one is going to be more trouble than you can afford." He gathered his things, inclining his head to the two girls and moving from that seat to another, having no desire to continue the current conversation. He didn't see it growing any less tense. And he didn't care to associate with the two girls anyway. He sat in another seat, alone, and took out his book to read, still waiting on the professor to actually start their lesson.
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Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2012 9:16 pm
With a thousand lies
And a good disguise
Hit ‘em right between the eyes MICHELLE CATLIN
|||Slytherin|||Pureblood|||First Year||| Michelle nodded her head, with a small smile. "For Gracie any trouble is worth it. She seems to love the adrenaline rush of it all." She chuckled, her grey eyes dancing. It was true. In the short time Michelle had known her cousin, added to all the letters she'd received from her sisters, Gracie had a knack for finding trouble and then somehow getting out of it unscathed. OOC:... Feeling: Amused
Where I am: Classes
What I'm doing: Working
Who I'm with: First Years
Love interest: No OneWhen you walk away
Nothing more to say
See the lightning in your eyes
See ‘em running for their lives 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 |||Ravenclaw|||Half blood|||First Year||| Gracie smirked, wathcing Damien walk away. Before he got to far she called after him, "Being passive aggressive is not an attractive trait. You better learn to hide it, or you'll never find someone to love you." She shook her head and turned her attention to Nell. Not that he even cares about love. She thought to herself with a sad shake of her head. She couldn't imagine living without a family that loved and cared for her not because they had to but because they really did want to.
OOC:... Feeling: Enthusiastic
Where I am: Classes
What I'm doing: Working
Who I'm with: First Years
Love interest: JackThe days are fading
Like they're one in the same
Picture perfect doesn't mean much to me
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2012 8:29 pm
 ~*Melissa Jones*~
Slytherin|First Year
Rich Muggle-Born
Deeply Interested
No, DO NOT call me Melissa. Call me Lemmy. History of Magic, huh? Wow, this school is more interesting than I thought. Magic has a history! And it seems to be very detailed.Melissa wasn't really a big fan of History back then in her muggle school, since it was mostly reading books. Nothing you can learn with your hands. Exams were the worst, since most of it was just writing. This time, though, she's more curious than bored. She wanted to find out the intricacies of Magic. And maybe even show this school what she was made of. She smirked and sat down in the lefmost seat in the middle row. Melissa listened to the teacher's lecture and yawned for a bit. It was too early for her to be fully awake, but this class was more interesting than sleeping anyway. She raised her hand. "History conveys to us the past mistakes and achievements of our ancestors. Through history, we can learn from those past experiences, so that we can be able to apply them and surpass what they have laid for us." She sat back down in her seat.
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2012 8:32 pm
 Tulio Sterne
1st Year : Male : Gryffindor
Heartbeat ringing in my ears, Adrenaline rushing through my veins "Hello, class, and welcome to History of Magic. I am your professor, Grayson Powell. In this class, there is no wandwork, since magic doesn't help you to learn about history. Therefore, your wands will need to be put away.History is a collection of events, as I'm sure you are all well aware of. However, these events help to shape the world around us. If not for the witch burnings of the sixteen hundreds, we would not have the Statue of Secrecy. If not for the crises of the last century, we would not have cooperation of all magical folk." Tulio wasn't late, he was actually on time. But he couldn't enter, since he didn't want to interrupt the professor's lecture. "Now, can someone tell me, besides what I have stated, why history needs to be learned?" What should I do, what should I do... He was slightly panicking now. No wands. Does that mean the professor doesn't have his? Maybe Tulio has a chance yet. Tulio should have fine-tuned his stealth skills before entering the school. Who had the great idea of giving them classes so early anyway? They knew students were going to be homesick, so it should be expected that students were going to be up a bit more at night. He heard students greeting and murmuring to each other inside. Yes, a distraction. I hope I don't get a detention on the first day of class. Mum would murder me. Then again, she probably would have expected it already. He chuckled slightly at the thought. Tulio slowly opened the back door, and sneaked into the last open seat just beside it. I hope he didn't notice. I will just have to behave for now. Must remember. Behave. He leaned forward and gave the image of a very interested student.
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