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 Posted: Thu Nov 17, 2016 5:39 pm
 ¢єяι ∂ανιєѕ
нυffℓєρυff αℓυмиα ℓєт'ѕ нι∂є συяѕєℓνєѕ fяσм єνєяуσиє
נυѕт тαкє му нαи∂ αи∂ ωє ¢αи яυи
αѕ мσмєитѕ fяєєzє ℓєт'ѕ мαкє вєℓιєνє
ωє'ℓℓ αℓωαуѕ вє fσяєνєя уσυиg
ѕσσи тнє иιgнт ωιℓℓ ¢σмє, συя ѕιℓнσυєттєѕ ιи тнє ѕєттιиg ѕυи Belinda glanced towards Ceri's 'friend' when she mentioned there being two of them and one of her, then back to the little redhead. It was a known fact, at least by the girl, that Belinda was awful at magic. She excelled at theory, but in practice... she wasn't nearly as good. "I won't forget this," the woman said calmly, though her face betrayed the anger seething inside her. With a loud pop, Belinda disappeared from the room. Ceri exhaled heavily and lowered her wand, then glanced at Anti. "We won!" she said with a smile. The redhead stepped over to Antigone and hugged her. Resting her head on Anti's shoulder, Ceri said, "I don't think I could have done that without you." ι fєєℓ тнє нєαт, тнє ѕυммєя ѕ¢єиє
ℓιкє ѕтαи∂ιиg ιи α ℓινιиg ∂яєαм
ℓιкє fℓαѕнιиg ℓιgнтѕ fяσм мσνιє ѕ¢яєєиѕ
тнιѕ fєєℓѕ ѕσ яιgнт ι ¢αи'т вєℓιєνє
ωє ѕιт ѕσ ѕтιℓℓ, ѕσ ¢ℓσѕє, ѕσ иєαя
тнєѕє нєαятѕ ωιℓℓ ωανє ѕσ ℓσυ∂ αи∂ ¢ℓєαя
ℓєт'ѕ ¢ℓσѕє συя єуєѕ αи∂ ∂ιѕαρρєαя.
{συт σf ¢нαяα¢тєя: ...}
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Posted: Mon Jul 03, 2017 11:33 am
Sinking singing hands; mercy, mercy
Your darkened face, well known to her
And it's a low, low, low indivisible man to be myself again
Please get inside, quiet in the mind of the people
Nothing new here, under the sun
Away with me, away with me they run α и т ı g ø и e
¢ α š š ı ø ρ e ı α
ł ı ł ł α и т ı и e
føямeя яανeи¢łαω │ αяıтħмαи¢eя │ ρυяeвłøøđ
The last thing Anti wanted was to be woken by an owl at four in the bloody morning. The sun wouldn't even be up for another hour, for Morgana's sake. She blearily stumbled over to the window, undoing the latch and untying the letter from the owl's leg. She lit up her wand to read it, rubbing at her eyes with the other hand as she tried to make sense of it. She recognized Wendy's writing immediately, and was tempted to burn it on the spot, but read the letter anyways, brow furrowed, before cursing under her breath and massaging her forehead.
Did she want to do this? No. But if Vio was actually there... And she supposed she had some duty to Vander as well, as much as they despised each other. She quickly wrote out several letters, one in response to Wendy, telling her she should probably take the children and make herself scarce in case Cyrus showed up at their home, one to Luke warning him in case anything happened, and one to Ministry, although she didn't know if anyone would even read it until the morning.
"Ceri," she said hoarsely, as she scrambled to get dressed. "Ceri, wake up, I've got to- I have to go and help my siblings, I think Cy's done something awful." Of course she didn't want her girlfriend coming with her, but she didn't want to just leave with no warning either. What if something happened to her? Just look across and see my weary stone of knee
Back to dust, as we have been told
Clinging to the sky like smoke
And it is so bone of my bone
One desert shy, down singing fetter drowning
Singing sinking hands, singing sinking, singing hands
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Mon Jul 03, 2017 8:24 pm
¢єяι ∂ανιєѕ
нυffℓєρυff αℓυмиα ℓєт'ѕ нι∂є συяѕєℓνєѕ fяσм єνєяуσиє
נυѕт тαкє му нαи∂ αи∂ ωє ¢αи яυи
αѕ мσмєитѕ fяєєzє ℓєт'ѕ мαкє вєℓιєνє
ωє'ℓℓ αℓωαуѕ вє fσяєνєя уσυиg
ѕσσи тнє иιgнт ωιℓℓ ¢σмє, συя ѕιℓнσυєттєѕ ιи тнє ѕєттιиg ѕυи Ceri had been happily asleep next to her girlfriend and was blissfully ignorant of the owl that arrived in the wee hours of the morning to bring Antigone whatever grim message it was bringing her. The redhead was vaguely aware of a sudden bright light in the room however, rolling over and tugging the blanket up around her face. However, the girl's voice drew Ceri back to consciousness. She was saying something about helping her siblings. Blinking sleepily, she saw that Anti was dressing to go out. Stretching, Ceri snagged her wand off the table and illuminated the tip with a whispered 'lumos'. "Cy?" Ceri mumbled sleepily. That was Anti's crazy brother, she remembered him. If Cy was involved, Ceri better go along, if just to watch Antigone's back. She pulled the blanket back and slipped on her slip-on shoes. Then she grabbed the scrunchie from her bedside table and tied up her hair. "I'm coming with you," Ceri said, sounding a lot more awake now than before. She was in her pajamas, but they could pass for going out clothing. She crossed the room to her desk and grabbed a couple pouches that contained medicinal herbs she'd grown, then tossed them into one of her bags. She turned to Anti and her blue eyes pleaded with the girl to let her come; Ceri wouldn't be able to forgive herself if something happened to her without Ceri being there to help. ι fєєℓ тнє нєαт, тнє ѕυммєя ѕ¢єиє
ℓιкє ѕтαи∂ιиg ιи α ℓινιиg ∂яєαм
ℓιкє fℓαѕнιиg ℓιgнтѕ fяσм мσνιє ѕ¢яєєиѕ
тнιѕ fєєℓѕ ѕσ яιgнт ι ¢αи'т вєℓιєνє
ωє ѕιт ѕσ ѕтιℓℓ, ѕσ ¢ℓσѕє, ѕσ иєαя
тнєѕє нєαятѕ ωιℓℓ ωανє ѕσ ℓσυ∂ αи∂ ¢ℓєαя
ℓєт'ѕ ¢ℓσѕє συя єуєѕ αи∂ ∂ιѕαρρєαя.
{συт σf ¢нαяα¢тєя: ...}
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