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Posted: Wed Feb 05, 2014 6:38 pm
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Posted: Thu Feb 06, 2014 3:52 pm
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Written in graffiti on a bridge in a park "Do you ever get the feeling that you're missing the mark?" It's so cold, it's so cold Written up in marker on a factory sign "I struggle with the feeling that my life isn't mine" It's so cold, it's so cold See the arrow that they shot, trying to tear us apart Take the fire from my belly and the beat from my heart
Uriel Adair Scott - Muggleborn - Fourth Year - Hufflepuff - [feeling: calm] [thinking: oh, there's Lyv] [with: Lyv] [at: Owlery]
Uriel had thought he was safe and had warded off any tears but nope, she started crying softly and then really sobbing, falling to her knees, hands covering her face. Even worse, the darn cat was mewling too. Oh, blimey. What he supposed to do now? Did she want him to hug her or something? Or just sit here and watch- that sounded a bit sociopathic, honestly... Was she one of those angry criers? Was he going to get slapped if he went near her? Had she hurt her knees crumpling like that? Should he try and take her to the infirmary? He knew one thing. He needed to calm her down, before someone passed by and assumed that he was the cause of this break down. He did not fancy having her crazy sister stringing him up somewhere. The Hufflepuff boy crouched down beside her, resting a hand on her shoulder tentatively. "Um, Lyv.. do you want to... walk back to the Common Room or something? If you wanna cry, that's fine.... but the floor can't be very comfortable and there's probably owl droppings everywhere." he said in a sensitive but frank tone. Who wanted to kneel in owl crud? Not him.
I'll go making my mark, armed with a spray can soul.
Still I won't let go Oh you use your heart as a weapon And it hurts like heaven On every street, every car, every surface, a name Tonight the streets are ours And we’re writing and saying "Don't let them take control" No, we won't let them take control
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Thu Feb 06, 2014 4:29 pm
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Posted: Sat Feb 08, 2014 1:31 pm
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Written in graffiti on a bridge in a park "Do you ever get the feeling that you're missing the mark?" It's so cold, it's so cold Written up in marker on a factory sign "I struggle with the feeling that my life isn't mine" It's so cold, it's so cold See the arrow that they shot, trying to tear us apart Take the fire from my belly and the beat from my heart
Uriel Adair Scott - Muggleborn - Fourth Year - Hufflepuff - [feeling: calm] [thinking: oh, there's Lyv] [with: Lyv] [at: Owlery]
Uriel helped her up, relieved the crying was mostly over. He'd almost panicked and started crying himself. Personally, he blamed teenage hormones. "Eh, it's fine," he replied with a nervous laugh. "Better to tell someone about this out of the blue than keep it all in." He couldn't imagine not telling anyone about something like that. His mother would be having a conniption right now at the thought of a teenage girl keeping things like that to herself. He could almost hear her going on about therapy and counseling and how ridiculous it was that the wizarding world had nothing like that. Oh, the joys of having a healer for a mother, and a doctor for a father. Everyone got an instant diagnosis. He smiled meekly back, completely unnerved but unwilling to show it. He was trying not to picture Lyv and her sister being beat by their father. He shouldn't let this affect the way treated his friend, but that was easy to say and hard to actually do. Worst of all, there was nothing he could do to fix this problem. It sounded like Michelle and Lyv were very intent on handling this on their own, and while he had his qualms with that, it wasn't exactly his business. "So... want to go back to the Common Room?" he offered. "You can listen to me rant about my family."
I'll go making my mark, armed with a spray can soul.
Still I won't let go Oh you use your heart as a weapon And it hurts like heaven On every street, every car, every surface, a name Tonight the streets are ours And we’re writing and saying "Don't let them take control" No, we won't let them take control
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Thu May 15, 2014 3:06 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 17, 2014 6:46 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2016 9:35 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2016 10:40 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2016 5:18 am
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Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2016 1:21 am
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Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2016 5:21 am
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Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2016 5:03 pm
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Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2016 6:57 pm
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