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 Posted: Mon Apr 27, 2009 10:08 pm
Morgan scratched the little fox on her back. "Romanian. We've had Kit since she was a pup. We mostly speak Romanian in my home, so that is the language she understands her commands in." Morgan thought of her mother who made a great effort to learn Romanian for her father. But her father hadn't made such a dedicated attempt to learn English. He was fluent, but had a thick accent and still preferred to speak in his native Romanian. Morgan was thankful she was bilingual and was able to keep her accent at bay.
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Posted: Tue Apr 28, 2009 12:25 pm
Je m'appelle Cécile Daria I am lost... Cécile yawned as she started to pack up her things when she heard Makala's rude remark about her family. "My fazzer says rude zings about your family. In France, yours iz ze one zat no one wants to be like." She spoke as she yawned again, bored with the situation and because she was tired. She slung her bag over her shoulder as she just watched Seamus and Morgan talk. She was sick of talking to the immature fourth year, so she decided it was time to retire to bed. "Bonsoir, mes copains." She spoke as she yawned again, climbing up the the sixth year girl's dorms. She put her bag down at the foot of her bed, quickly changed her clothes with a changing spell, and climbed into her bed, falling asleep quickly as the sounds of the outside soothed her....But I will be found ((Bonsoir mes copains=Good night my classmates))
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Posted: Tue May 05, 2009 10:50 am
Makala had sat down in another chair, ignoring Cécile's words. She had long since wanted to end the verbal dispute, as it was greatly boring her. It definatly was one of the longest she'd had in a while. She was watching Kit now, who was currently sitting in Morgan's lap. It took her a second to realize her mistake of calling it a cat - upon colser inspection while she wasn't laughing, she could indeed tell it was a fennec fox, as Morgan had said. She glanced once more at Cécile as she was leaving, and called out a friendly, "Night!" to her.
Otherwise she stayed silent. Seamus seemed occupied with this Morgan girl, and Makala didn't know anything about her. On any other occasion such as this one she would just go ahead and join in, but Seamus seemed to be on good terms with her, so she let them have their own conversation. Instead, she picked up a small rock that must have been tracked in by someone's shoes from outside, and turned it over in her hand. With a bored expression clearly on her face, she flipped her hand over and let the rock fall once more onto the floor. Leaning back in her chair, her thoughts overtook her mind. The recent obsession in her thoughts was in fact her seemingly nonexistant father. All the fourth year knew was that he was a Muggle, which was accidently slipped years when Makala had prodded her mother for information on the man. She could still remember the conversation.
"But...mum..." Makala had said, quite confused. "What's that have to do with anything? Why won't you tell me about him?"
"Muggles are dirty things that those like us should never associate with. I made a mistake by talking with him. Now no more questions," she had snapped back, clearly giving off the message the discussion was over.
But the question of why was still on Makala's mind, though she was only seven when that conversation had taken place. She didn't understand why her mother had ever gotten mixed up with a Muggle man, when she clearly held the pureblood elitist views many used to have years and years ago. But nothing else had been able to pass through her mother's lips into the open air. With a mental sigh she pulled herself back to reality and continued to stay silent as Seamus and Morgan were stilll speaking.
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Posted: Mon Jun 01, 2009 7:51 am
Akrius enterd the dungeon with a stomach that seemed to be full of butterflies.He took a glance around and then relized what he had walked into.A home. He felt a rush of warmness take over him it was like nothing he had ever felt living with his aunts,no more than thirty seconds in and he felt as if he known this place all his life,a long lost home that was stolen away from him at birth. He adjusted his throat and stuck out his chest,trying to make himself look as if he wasnt a scared first year,although he was. Akrius then slowly strode over to a vacant chair and watched the other students hoping to learn more about what kind of people attended Hogwarts and half hoping someone would notice him and speak first.
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Posted: Sat Jun 06, 2009 7:46 am
After sitting,listening and watching all the others around him Akrius finally became a tad bit bored. Suddenly a sweep of excitment rushed over him,he had totally forgotten about his Transfiguration class which he had yet to attend,it seemed the comfort of the common room distracted him. Akrius had not yet chosen a bed to sleep in but decided to go to class first and was sure there would be a bed for him when he returned. He picked himself of the chair,took one more look around and proceeded to his Transfiguration class while rubing his hand through his long and curly hairy with a faint smile on his face.
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Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2009 7:27 pm
Je m'appelle Cécile Daria I am lost... Cécile woke suddenly, the sun shining through the window near her head, smiling at how beautiful of a day it was outside. She dressed quickly with her hands rather than her wand as the other girls were all asleep still, so they wouldn't see anything. She grabbed her bag and stalked down to the table where she was sitting the previous night, remembering she left a few books and some ink down here. She spotted them on the table and crossed the room in a few long strides, her robes billowing out around her making her seem divine. She grabbed her lost belongings and stepped through to the hallway. The sun seemed to be everywhere as she shaded her eyes while walking down the hallway. She finally reached the oak doors of the Great Hall, giving them a pull before they opened to a beautifully decorated large room. She sat at her usual spot in the middle of the Slytherin table, surrounded by her friends as she pulled out one of her study books, reading the chapter she skipped last night. She was too early for breakfast, so she just listened to her friend's gossip of the previous day, nodding if she was addressed and laughing if she heard something funny. Otherwise, she was too into her book to really be paying attention while she waited for breakfast to be served within the next few minutes....But I will be found
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