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 Posted: Fri Oct 17, 2014 9:47 pm
  ☀upcσmíng fírst чєαr☀unsσrtєd☀mugglєвσrn☀ ♬♫♪вєcαusє ι'м нαρρу♪♫♬ Lyall followed Mister Wesley into a huge bookstore, the boy's eyes going wide as his jaw dropped. The older man said something, but the younger didn't hear, as he was far too busy looking around. He glanced at the man, eyes twinkling behind glass. "I'm so excited to be here... but I'm not, too... 'Cause, it means our day's coming to a close, doesn't it? But, it also means I'm one step closer to being able to come all on my own..." He gave a small grin, before moving off to try and locate the books he needed. He had a scribbled list of all the books he'd need, so he wandered the aisles, doing his best to locate all the books.
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Posted: Sat Oct 18, 2014 5:15 am
✤
"Casey" Ryans
✤ Owner of Flourish and Blotts ✤ Former Slytherin, Class of 2006
Acacia Persephone Ryans
(née Chaisty/Disowned Pureblood) Mother of One.
Fluent in: English, Spanish, and Guarani
11 3/4 inch, Cedar, with Peacock Feather, spiral shaft Wand
✤ Seymour Benjamin Ryans
Son of Edwin and Casey Ryans
✤   Casey Ryans was about to carry a box into the main of the store, where her son-a scary thought, sometimes, was reading. Actually him reading was a scary thought. Then again, apparently the boy that didn’t talk Seymour Benjamin Ryans had end up befriending and the two hit it off. The boy, Timothy was in Ravenclaw, and considering he actually got Seymour to sit down and read a book, though he had gotten it back in Christmas, automatically meant she liked the boy. Seymour could have made far more troublesome friends-the ones that brought out or encouraged her son’s laziness and theory that he’d do things at his own pace, be it fast or slow was up to the boy’s mood. Casey has heard the bell ring and was already coming out of the back carrying a box of beginner transfiguration books when Seymour called out, “Mum! Es ese tipo viejo y aburrido con una muggleborn!”Casey narrowed her eyes at her son and then slammed the box on the counter and said, “One of the school governors?” She raised a brow at Seymour and then turned to Wesley and said, “I swear all his obnoxious traits come from his father.”“How’d I end up being sorted into the same house as you if that is the case, Mum?” Seymour said, shutting his book and getting up. “¿Se puede realmente ayudar, por una vez? Usted sabe que los libros de texto,” Casey said narrowing her brown eyes at her son. Seymour waved his hand muttering something under his breath as he climbed over the counter and dropped down when he spotted the kid with Wesley who Seymour could only guess was a first year, though the kid seemed a whole lot younger than a year younger than Seymour was. He raised a brow at his mother and then looked to Wesley and chuckled as he estimated Lyall’s height with a hand, “Holy Hell, is next year’s first years all in miniature?” Casey rolled her eyes exasperated and Seymour laughed at his mother’s expression as he turned his attention back to Lyall, “Sorry, I’m joking. Don’t worry about it. Anyways, I was a first year last year. I was sorted into Slytherin. Our commons is under the lake and freezing if you ask me, but hey it isn’t bad in that creepy underground cave-sort of feel. And don’t worry, they’ll be tons of people just as lost as you. Mum owns Flourish and Blotts. She’s the scary redhead. What books do you have left? I suggest going for used personally. Way cheaper and if you luck out someone left you notes or markings of what is important in the book already. Or better yet the right answers. No use working harder than you have to, right?” He said laughing. Casey shook her head at her son’s antics and then smiled at Wesley and gave him a small shrug as if she gave up mostly on trying to reign in her son-she did to a point, but at least Seymour was sort of being productive by helping the upcoming first year out, even if she was partially disturbed by the advice about schoolwork her son was giving Lyall, “Having a good day so far I hope.”✤ Translations: (1) It's that boring old guy with a muggleborn.
(2)Can you actually help for once? You know the textbooks. Casey is wearing: Black and TanSeymour is wearing: yellow ✤ ✤ {OoC: Pretty sure 48 isn't old, but I'm also fairly sure to Seymour anyone who wears a suit is automatically considered old. sweatdrop } ✤ ✤
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Posted: Sat Oct 18, 2014 11:05 am
Dakota Elijah Vann
Unsorted Future First Year
Half Blood - New to the Family Isabelle Clarisse
Former Hufflepuff - Unemployed
Pure Blood - Explorer of the World   Location: Diagon Alley -> Flourish and Blotts Leading his mother to the shop (granted with her directions), Dakota was overly excited. It was no surprise considering what Isabelle did know was that her son loved to read. Holding open the door for his mother Dakota smiled as Isabelle walked into the shop. Following in after her he already noticed a few people here. Perhaps there was a first year in the group? Isabelle wasn't sure on if any would be in her son's year. She could tell however that at least two seemed to be Hogwarts age. Though much like Dakota she know anyone either. She'd been gone for so long she wouldn't have recognized anyone even if she tripped over them. In this case even if they were a year or two younger than her. Watching her son go over to Lyall and Benjamen she couldn't help but smile. "Dia duit!" Dakota said, with all his excitement he'd slipped into Irish. "I mean hello." he corrected himself with a smile. "My name's Dakota Vann. I'll be going to Hogwarts this year. Do you two go there? What's it like? Oh, maybe we can be friends. I mean if you want to that is?" Dakota rambled on. Isabelle knew her son had the gift to gab which wasn't necessarily a bad thing. However, he never did give anyone else the chance to talk. "Hello," she said as she came up behind her son and ruffled his hair. "Sorry... oh this is my mum." he added with a smile. Dakota Status: Happy and Amazed! Wearing: Summer Fun! ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Isabelle Status: Happy and Content Wearing: All in Grey ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ With: Each other... Casey, Benjamin, Lyall, Wesley OOC: ---
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Posted: Sat Oct 18, 2014 5:54 pm
☀upcσmíng fírst чєαr☀unsσrtєd☀mugglєвσrn☀ ♬♫♪вєcαusє ι'м нαρρу♪♫♬ Lyall jumped then looked as a boy a bit older than him spoke.. The younger pushed his glasses up, pondering the elder's words. "Hiya! I'm Lyall! I'm sorry I'm kinda short, but I'm sure I'll grow!" He stood on his tiptoes, trying to look a bit taller. The boy said he'd been a first year the term prior, so Lyall figured he must know all kinds of stuff! He mentioned a common room beneath a lake, which creeped out the younger male. "B-but... what if the wall breaks? Wouldn't everyone drown? That seems more terrifying than neat!" As the boy continued, mentioning used books and hidden answers, Lyall's eyes went wide. "I...I would never cheat! That means you don't learn stuff in proper, which isn't very good! I think I'll take new ones, if it means my precious books won't be damaged!" Another boy walked over, this one called Dakota. He seemed nice, and he was inquiring about Hogwarts! "Hiya Dakota! I'm Lyall Thompson! I'm gonna be going to Hogwarts soon, and then we can learn what it's like together! Oh! Of course we can be friends! You seem nice!" The brunette bounced on the balls of his feet, looking tremendously excited to have made another friend.
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Posted: Sat Oct 18, 2014 6:26 pm
"Ambition is a poor excuse for not having sense enough to be lazy."
Seymour Benjamin Ryans
"Efficiency is intelligent laziness."
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Posted: Mon Oct 20, 2014 4:56 pm
Location: Flourish and Blotts Dakota smiled when Lyall said they could be friends. Now going to school wasn’t going to seem so bad, at least not with a familiar face. “It’s nice to meet you both.” He added brightly. Dakota froze listening to Benjamin’s explanation on Hogwarts being just a school. It wasn’t just a school in his opinion. In his world there was no such thing as a magic school and until now it all seemed like a dream. “It couldn’t just be another school, I don’t know any that teach magic.” Dakota replied. “And why would I want to be banned from the library? That’s where all the books are.” He added completely missing the part about the giant squid. If he had of caught that part Dakota would have definitely said something about it. Despite what Benjamin had told them the eleven year old boy found him to be nice and in a way quite informative. Dakota smiled at Benjamin’s offer. “That’s really nice of you. I’m sure all the professors are cool but I’ll take any information you can give us.” He said knowing there were always strict professors no matter what school you went too. “Yes, but you guys can call me Kota if you want.” He added happily. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Status: Happy and Amazed! With: My mom, Casey, Benjamin, Lyall, Wesley Wearing: Summer Fun! OOC: --- ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
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Posted: Sun Jan 04, 2015 8:39 pm
ᴄ ᴜ ʀ ʀ ᴇ ɴ ᴛ ʟ ʏ ╔═══════════════════════════════╗ Single
Looking Unruly at Diagon Alley with her Mother
xxxFEELINGxxx
Annoyed
xxxTHINKINGxxx
❝ Stupid little snot... ❞ ╚═══════════════════════════════╝
ḋø ÿøυ εṿεɾ ώαṉṉα сατсh ṃε? ✫ ✫ ✫xxx
ɾïģhτ ṉøώ ï'ṃ ƒεεlïṉģ ïģṉøɾεḋ ✫ ✫ ✫xxxxxx
ṡø сαṉ ÿøυ τɾÿ α lïττlε hαɾḋεɾ? ✫ ✫ ✫xxxxxxxxx
ï'ṃ ɾεαllÿ ģεττïṉģ вøɾεḋ ✫ ✫ ✫xxxxxxxxxxxx
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spaceIvy was still groaning at the dreaded word 'grounded' when her mother ushered her into Flourish and Blotts, dragging her heels and rolling her eyes. Okay, so maybe she'd earned the grounding. But the guy had been a right snot, and she still felt that it would've been totally justified to have punched him in his stupid, smug, superior face. The fact that she'd slammed her fist into his gut had been her being nice. She acknowledged to herself that her mother was probably equally justified in punishing her, of course, but she was never going to admit it out loud. Besides, the rest of the Summer seemed a bit extreme for one little punch, especially when it was earned. Coupled with the fact that Evelyn had basically said the only reason she wasn't grounded past that Summer was because she couldn't possibly enforce something while her child was at school, and yeah, Ivy was pretty irked. She drug her heels as her mother pulled her along into the shop. "Ugh, I dunno why you're even wasting money buying me the stupid books, we both know I won't read them," she whined. Ivy wasn't a stupid child, far from it, really, but she absolutely hated reading, had no patience for it. She'd much rather learn by doing, or, if that wasn't possible, by either observing or listening. Words someone spoke were so much easier to recall than anything off a page. Her mother, of course, disagreed. "You're getting the books because you're required to have them. And you will read them, because you're required to do that, too. I will make you spend your Summer reading them if I have to. I will sit across from you at the table, every night, until you've read a hundred pages. Do not tempt me," Evelyn said, eyes narrowing on her child. Ivy groaned again; if the look was supposed to intimidate her, it didn't work; she was far too used to it. Her mum was going to have to try much, much harder than that if she wanted her daughter to feel properly scolded.
spaceEvelyn chose to ignore Ivy's eye rolling, opting to instead take out her school list and look it over. Never having received one herself, and having been an only child, she didn't know the first thing about what books her daughter was expected to buy. Feeling somewhat out of place, as she always did in the wizarding world, the squib hummed nervously to herself under her breath. Ivy noticed this, eyeing her mum carefully. She knew that the woman only hummed like that when she was uncomfortable. A part of the child was somewhat sympathetic, but for the most part, she figured her mum had brought this upon herself. She was the one who'd lied, after all. And Ivy didn't want the books anyway, so no way was she going to help.
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xxx✫ ✫ ✫ сøṃε øṉ! ṡhøøτ ƒαṡτεɾ!
xxxxxx✫ ✫ ✫ јυṡτ α lïττlε вïτ øƒ εṉεɾģÿ
xxxxxxxxx✫ ✫ ✫ ï ώαṉṉα τɾÿ ṡøṃετhïṉģ ƒυṉ ɾïģhτ ṉøώ
xxxxxxxxxxxx✫ ✫ ✫ ï ģυεṡṡ ṡøṃε ρεøρlε сαll ïτ αṉαɾсhÿ
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2015 6:37 pm
I hear singing, I hear singing-
Singing to me, the damned girl!
And to the waxing moon...
I hear the birds singing;
To my beauty, my beauty...
And to the growing night.  M O R V E N
G R A I N N E
V A S S
SLYTHERIN │ FOURTH YEAR │ BLOOD TRAITOR
Morven had in the end only been able to take an hour or two of Elsie and Dave. It wasn't that they were doing anything, but honestly, how did people spend that much time not even saying all that much, just occasionally sneaking glances at each other? She was utterly disgusted by their lack of stimulating conversation. It'd been about as boring as- well, not hell, eternal damnation probably wasn't that boring- as boring as limbo, perhaps. Like one of those weird dream sequences where you were stuck on a beach with people talking about philosophy. Except that's really what it was, because apparently it was too much to ask that her sister talk about normal teenage girl discussion with boy things. Not that Morven knew as much as she claimed to about being normal, but she could pretend okay. She'd taken off for Diagon without so much as a goodbye, and she was actually being practical for once and getting school books. Newlyn would be proud. She stepped into Flourish and Blotts. She needed two books, just two books for her fourth year. How hard could it be? The dearly beloved daughter,
Is now a dead and buried girl!
Tell me my girl, who has damned you?
Over there on the moor and in the corn...
Take my body, my rings, and my dress-
Under the moon they have burned with me.
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Diamond Wales Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2015 7:17 pm
 This ain't a song for the broken-hearted
No silent prayer for the faith-departed
I ain't gonna be just a face in the crowd
You're gonna hear my voice
When I shout it out loud
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MцgglєBоґи || Fїґ$т Уёaя || Цп₴оґтєd
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Joel groaned as he followed his cousin into the shop. Not like Grayson even noticed, he thought. His much older cousin hardly was around when he was younger to even form any sort of an opinion of him, but now with the death of his parents, he had been set to live with the guy. Which, seriously, he was about as oblivious as no one else Joel had ever met. Why was he related to the most nerdy bookworm ever, again?
He doubted he'd get an answer, considering that Grayson was currently headed straight for the student section of the shop. Which Joel was happy to let Grayson feel free to do, that is until Grayson looked over to Joel with a frown. "Joel, you do realize you need your textbooks for school. And I have the list with me. Please don't tell me that you're rolling your eyes at all of this."
"Do we really need all of these books?" Joel was after all quite skeptical. He was certain Grayson was putting books on the list that he didn't need. After all, he really didn't need four different books on history, and definitely nothing on runes. He also doubted that anything on archaeology was on his book list. Mostly he suspected that Grayson was just getting books he himself was going to use, and was using the excuse of Joel needing books for school. It made sense, after all. More sense than his otherwise obtuse cousin.
Grayson of course sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Umm, I think I know a bit more about the school you're attending than you do, so yes, we really do. Besides, figure it this way. You already have a leg up in that I know at least two of your professors personally and what they will expect from you as a student."
Joel groaned, sure that his cousin was going to kill him with this. That was the plan. Grayson was certainly going to murder him with all of this crap about schoolbooks and studying and history. Heck, he didn't even like history. This just had to be Grayson's idea of trying to get Joel interested in what he himself was. "Are there any books on wizard sports? I mean, we can get those, right?"
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Thinking: Oh my god, I am going to kill my cousin!
OOC:
Scrum
This is for the ones who stood their ground
For Tommy and Gina who never backed down
Tomorrow's getting harder make no mistake
Luck ain't even lucky
Got to make your own breaks
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2015 9:56 pm
ᴄ ᴜ ʀ ʀ ᴇ ɴ ᴛ ʟ ʏ ╔═══════════════════════════════╗ Single
Looking Unruly at Diagon Alley with her Mother
xxxFEELINGxxx
Annoyed
xxxTHINKINGxxx
❝ Stupid little snot... ❞ ╚═══════════════════════════════╝
ḋø ÿøυ εṿεɾ ώαṉṉα сατсh ṃε? ✫ ✫ ✫xxx
ɾïģhτ ṉøώ ï'ṃ ƒεεlïṉģ ïģṉøɾεḋ ✫ ✫ ✫xxxxxx
ṡø сαṉ ÿøυ τɾÿ α lïττlε hαɾḋεɾ? ✫ ✫ ✫xxxxxxxxx
ï'ṃ ɾεαllÿ ģεττïṉģ вøɾεḋ ✫ ✫ ✫xxxxxxxxxxxx
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spaceIvy watched with detached interest as her mother tried to figure out what exactly she was supposed to be buying; the redhead wondered if maybe she'd be better off actually trying to help. After all, they'd probably get out sooner, right? She still felt like this was a waste of money, but whatever, it wasn't like it was her money, right? It wasn't even her mum's; her grandparents, whom Ivy only ever saw on holidays (though, she now knew why, of course; it was because her mum hadn't wanted her and her dad to see anything magical), had apparently given their daughter access to the family bank vault for the first time in a decade so that she could pay for Ivy's school things. She expelled an annoyed gust of air, eyeing the displays and the shelves, looking for any titles that sounded familiar. None of them did- probably because she hadn't actually read the supply list. Or, not the portion on textbooks, anyway. She'd pretty much skimmed it, going 'Book. Book. Book. Another book.' and moved on to more interesting things. Like her wand.
spaceEvelyn visibly stiffened when another pair entered the section, a man and a boy who looked about Ivy's age. The squib glanced at them briefly from the corner of her eye, her mouth forming a thin line. Ivy could feel the tension radiating off of her mother. She rolled her eyes; seriously? Why the hell hadn't she just let her grandparents bring her, then, if she was going to freak out every time a witch or wizard stood within two feet of her? Ivy didn't pay attention to the conversation between the pair, not really caring to get involved, mostly because it'd mean they'd take even long in the store if they had to have a conversation. Evelyn, however, seemingly couldn't take it; something the man said had clearly caught her attention. Ivy watched as her mother debated something internally, groaning when Evelyn seemingly came to a decision and approached the man with a nervous smile. "I'm... uh, I'm sorry, did I hear you say you know a couple of the professors? You do mean Hogwarts, right? Could... I'm a bit lost," she said with a defeated shrug. Ivy was honestly sort of shocked her mum was asking for help; she'd have thought hell would have to freeze over first. The eleven year old eyed the boy, figuring he was probably going to be a classmate of hers. She couldn't help but notice how exasperated he looked; she could relate. Ivy rolled her eyes dramatically, the expression clearly meant for his attention. Her mother huffed indignantly, flushing a bit. Ivy didn't quite get it; what was the big deal? She'd had to ask for help, big whoop. She didn't know why her mum was so uncomfortable right now.
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xxx✫ ✫ ✫ сøṃε øṉ! ṡhøøτ ƒαṡτεɾ!
xxxxxx✫ ✫ ✫ јυṡτ α lïττlε вïτ øƒ εṉεɾģÿ
xxxxxxxxx✫ ✫ ✫ ï ώαṉṉα τɾÿ ṡøṃετhïṉģ ƒυṉ ɾïģhτ ṉøώ
xxxxxxxxxxxx✫ ✫ ✫ ï ģυεṡṡ ṡøṃε ρεøρlε сαll ïτ αṉαɾсhÿ
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Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2015 5:49 am
 ☄ Looking: Like Trouble ☄ At: Flourish and Blotts ☄ With: Morven☄ I wonder if Morven actually realized Mum owned this place?>
☄
Benjamin had been shelving books-bored since apparently Timothy had hunted up some sort of other entertainment (well then again his Stepdad owned a publishing company so he had free access to books all the time without his obnoxious (make that awesome) friend to distract him). Besides, shelving books-or re-shelving when some moron and there even more moronic parent decided to mix up books while browsing-wasn't all that hard. It won points with his Mum and his Mum bribed him to help out in the shop. Like making something decent at dinner or giving him some money to spend at the end of the week-with a death threat if he bought anything from the joke shop and used it ever. His mum and her new assistant-some boring mousy Hufflepuff woman (God, why did his Mum have to hire a Hufflepuff-they were so weird and ick most of the time)-were busy helping little firsties and he was stuck shelving. His mum told him because he spent way too much time trying to corrupt first years with his laziness. It wasn't lazy, Benjamin argued, it was conserving energy and not wasting it on doing more useless schoolwork than he had to. He barely glanced up when he heard the bell ring for the umpteenth time that day but then grinned cheekily from the stepstool he was standing on as he spotted the redhead upperclassman that was so fun to torment. Jumping off the stool he landed near Morven and said with a smirk, "Hola belleza. Miss me so much you had to hunt me down all the way to where I live? I know I'm awesome but you could have always owled me or something too so you didn't catch me when I was busy. Or is watching me shelve books that exciting?" He leaned against one of the bookshelves crossing his arms and smirking at her. He figured the most exaggerated title of "Beautiful" for the girl was all the more entertaining. After all when he called her peliroja the year before she said it had better mean something like 'incredibly beautiful', despite popular belief he did listen to people. Translation: (1)Hello, Beautiful ☄ ((OoC: ...))
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Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2015 8:51 am
This ain't a song for the broken-hearted
No silent prayer for the faith-departed
I ain't gonna be just a face in the crowd
You're gonna hear my voice
When I shout it out loud
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Joel was about to just give up and jump in the nearest lake when it looked like Grayson was going to start lecturing him on the fact that sports weren't everything, Grayson hadn't even been on the house team, yadda yadda yadda, when the potential lecture was interrupted by a woman. Joel blinked, and then had to hold in a giggle as Grayson sat back and blinked for a moment or two as he realized that someone had approached him and started talking to him. What, the guy had never had that happen, or was this another point toward his cousin was really oblivious? Joel was leaning towards the latter as he caught the look of the girl the woman was with and couldn't help it. The snicker escaped him and Grayson seemed to come back to himself when he heard it. "Oh, um, well, I should know quite a few of them. I'm one of them, actually. Erm, muggle or squib, if you don't mind me asking? I mean, I know how a lot of muggles react when confronted with magic and it's always odd to watch their reactions shift from disbelief to confusion to acceptance. I mean, my own parents did the same, and they were completely muggle..."
Joel rolled his eyes, figuring that his cousin had successfully distracted the woman and jerked his head toward Grayson. He was sure that no one would get his cousin to shut up now. "First year too? I'm the same. He's probably going to go on and on about this now for a good bit." Considering the large age gap between the two, Joel had never really spent time around his cousin, but he was certain that Grayson was going to just keep talking.
His fantasy was dashed when Grayson looked back at him, his eyebrow cocking and his arms crossing. "You know, you almost sound like some of my students, thinking that I don't notice what's going on. I do happen to notice more than you think. I really do hope you're not like this in classes."
Joel rolled his eyes again, earning a sharp look from the older male. "I'm not that bad Grayson. Sheesh, you make it sound like I'm terrible at school. I'm not top of the class, but I'm at least good." Joel decided then and there that he was probably not going to like having his older relative as a teacher. He kind of wished that Grayson worked anywhere but Hogwarts now.
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Thinking: Oh my god, I am going to kill my cousin!
OOC:
Scrum
This is for the ones who stood their ground
For Tommy and Gina who never backed down
Tomorrow's getting harder make no mistake
Luck ain't even lucky
Got to make your own breaks
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2015 2:19 pm
I hear singing, I hear singing-
Singing to me, the damned girl!
And to the waxing moon...
I hear the birds singing;
To my beauty, my beauty...
And to the growing night. M O R V E N
G R A I N N E
V A S S
SLYTHERIN │ FOURTH YEAR │ BLOOD TRAITOR
Morven almost jumped at the sound of a familiar voice, if only because she'd never expected to hear it in a book shop. All offense intended, she hadn't really pegged Seymour Ryans for the bookworm type. More like too lazy to even go to class. She took half a step to the side as he jumped on the step stool he'd been standing on. She hadn't recognized him shelving books from behind. She raised an eyebrow at his smirk, and said snarkily, "Someone sounds like they've been bored. And if I knew you lived here I would have stopped in Whizz Hard or Obscurus instead." Truth be told she was a little embarrassed that she hadn't been aware his family owned the shop, but she wasn't about to admit it. If he'd ever mentioned it, she must have dismissed it from her mind as unimportant. "As riveting as watching you shelve books is, I'm sure," she added flatly. Seymour, she'd decided, was an exasperating, obnoxious boy (well, even more so than the rest of his gender) and as his upperclassman she needed to put him in his place. Regardless of whether or not he was taller than her. "If you'll excuse me- actually, I don't care whether you excuse me or not- I have books to shop for. And it looks like you have to work to do." Maybe she was being a little more brusque than usual, but she already fed up from the surprise of seeing Rat Face at breakfast and the boredom of practically stalking him and Elsie all morning. She'd had all her bets on them snapping and going into some snogging frenzy by noon, but it hadn't happened. Of course, now that she was gone... Though, she sort of doubted they'd even noticed her leave. She tossed an unimpressed look at his crossed arms and bad posture and tried to look like she even knew where everything was. She was fourteen, sure, but she was used to Newlyn taking over her list and getting what she needed a lot quicker than she ever could, since her eldest sister knew all the titles already from her own years at Hogwarts. The dearly beloved daughter,
Is now a dead and buried girl!
Tell me my girl, who has damned you?
Over there on the moor and in the corn...
Take my body, my rings, and my dress-
Under the moon they have burned with me.
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Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2015 6:24 pm
☄ Looking: Like Trouble ☄ At: Flourish and Blotts ☄ With: Morven☄ I wonder if Morven actually realized Mum owned this place?>
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Benjamin burst out laughing at Morven's response shaking his head, "Not really, I hang out with Timmy quite a bit. I was having fun helping ickle firsties and offering them great deals like answers to their up-coming homework. Apparently Mum said that was 'corrupting the innocent' or something. Hey, I'd take up an offer like that from an awesome upperclassman for the right price."He shrugged, "But you do know Whizz Hard is actually a book publisher? And, hate to burst your bubble, Mori, but Timothy's Dad-well Stepdad-runs that place so he's there a lot and I drop by enough. And Obscurus is tiny-no offense to them of course." He paused leaning on the bookcase still as Morven made the sarcastic comment about watching him shelve books would be 'riveting' and then said that she had books to shop for. Benjamin raised a brow and watched as Morven looked around a bit lost before Benjamin straightened, unfolded his arms and said, "Actually, I'm only banned from helping first years because-well the before mentioned reasons-helping customers does take priority over shelving books. What do you need? Me shelving books has perks like me knowing where most books are."Translations: ... ☄ ((OoC: ...))
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2015 7:07 pm
I hear singing, I hear singing-
Singing to me, the damned girl!
And to the waxing moon...
I hear the birds singing;
To my beauty, my beauty...
And to the growing night. M O R V E N
G R A I N N E
V A S S
SLYTHERIN │ FOURTH YEAR │ BLOOD TRAITOR
Morven rolled her eyes. "Of course you were. And not a chance." She declined to mention that she probably wasn't the best person to go to for homework answers anyways. She wasn't a cretin, but her grades had always been average at best. Elsie was the genius of the family, the one who actually enjoyed homework and studying, despite not even being a Ravenclaw. She'd always outpaced Morven in everything. That was to be expected; she was two years older, after all, but it still rankled Morven. She should be smarter. She wasn't naive or idealistic. She knew what people were really like.
At his comment she flushed, pale face going pink, and would have looked away in embarrassment had he not called her Mori, which sounded like something people called their pet cats. That made her glare instead. She didn't have nicknames. Newlyn called her "Morv" sometimes, but that was just as bad, and Morven only tolerated it because her older sister was whom she depended on to keep from turning into a bloodthirsty maniac every time the full moon come around. She didn't say anything back to him, though, because she'd probably be banned from the shop if she let herself open her mouth.
When she had calmed herself to the point where she didn't think she would snarl at him, she snapped, "I don't need anything," then relented and admitted, "I'm looking for The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 4) and The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection." He was only helping her because he had to or his mum might notice and scold him, she reminded herself. If his family didn't own this place he'd probably be perfectly content to watch her look through shelf after shelf, completely cluless. The dearly beloved daughter,
Is now a dead and buried girl!
Tell me my girl, who has damned you?
Over there on the moor and in the corn...
Take my body, my rings, and my dress-
Under the moon they have burned with me.
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