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  2. Sixth Year through the wounded, through the war Summary – afklhlahkas Spells – tbe Writing –
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  6. Third Year i'm more alive than i've ever been so now i give you all my sins Summary – afklhlahkas Spells – tbe Writing –
  7. So people were getting out of the game when the music stopped and chairs disappeared but then animals were just allowed to join the game? Lydia eyed the bird that plopped itself into the walking lineup but didn't say anything - she'd learned her lesson about sticking her own neck out last year vis a vis almost dying from Sableplume's paddock. Still - that owl should like... not win the game >.> Lydia would totally complain to Gawkrodger about this. The house's father would hear about this! The music stopped again and she dove madly for a chair, unwilling to give up so easily even if every magical creature in the school joined the game - ok maybe she would totally run away if more creatures just showed up and wanted to play musical chairs. Lydia was not above running away. Cowards may be called names but they survived yo. They survived.
  8. It seemed that being on the lawn was drawing all sorts of attention from the creatures of Hogwarts. Between the Sableplume, and some weird tiny stick creature and now even an owl was hopping around on the ground hooting at some students. It was kinda cute though. If only she had something to give it. But, she didn't and it was too far away from her anyway. Instead, she just continued to walk around the circle of chairs - barely focused on the music. And then, the music came to a sudden stop and she knew that was her cue to plop into a chair and the owl must have been distracting some of the others because they seemed to be moving slower to get to the chairs this round.
  9. "Because I didn't want the hat to feel lonely!" Honestly, was that even a question that needed to be asked? "He literally only makes an apperence once a year!" "That's what I thought too!" Honestly, it was.. " But I'm actually happy that I ended up in Ravenclaw! There's a lot of awesome people there!" "Name one thing you do for fun!" Folding his arms and lifting an eyebrow Man there's a lot of eyebrow raising in this thread!
  10. “Oh dear!” Fiona looked down just in time to avoid tripping over a school owl—a pretty chunky one, as owls went—which was now hopping around in the circle in front of her. “Look out!” she told the owl, waving her arms at it and trying to get its attention, “You don't want to be down there when the music stops!” And just as she said so, the music did stop, and Fiona hastily sidestepped the owl to dive for one of the remaining chairs. She hoped nobody punted the little thing. What was it doing here, anyway? Fiona breathed a sigh of relief as she landed safely in a chair, and without running into the owl.
  11. Around and around they go. There was an Owl, a stick, and a hippogriff. Desmond didn’t pay attention to the stick. He was just walking, listening to the music. Waiting, for it to stop so that he could take a seat and win this game. It was just music chairs, a fun game, but he didn’t care. It was still a game and he wanted to win. Listening to the sounds and before he knew it the music stopped. Taking a seat as fast as he could, he waited to see who else was going to still be in the game.
  12. After his last attempt at taking a shot was easily blocked, Fin was ready to give his all in his next attempt. The jitters of taking his first shot where gone as the first year was filled with confidence. Waving his hand Kieran's direction, signaling to pass to him; Fin caught the quaffle with his open left hand and tucked it under his arm. Almost immediately the Hufflepuff boy directed his broom straight towards the opposing keeper as he weaved passed a small cluster of opposing teammates as well as two of his own. Tossing the quaffle upwards about three feet, Fin took his hands off the shaft of his broomstick; Making a fist with his left hand and wrapping his right hand around it. Giving a strong swing of his arms which collided with the quaffle and sent it straight towards the keeper's goal posts, Fin spun in a circle from his torso's momentum as he grabbed back onto his broomstick to stop his spinning and watch to see what was to come of his attempted shot. 274 - 99 (Shooting From S4) = 175 [BONURFLE]
  13. After his last attempt at taking a shot was easily blocked, Fin was ready to give his all in his next attempt. The jitters of taking his first shot where gone as the first year was filled with confidence. Waving his hand Kieran's direction, signaling to pass to him; Fin caught the quaffle with his open left hand and tucked it under his arm. Almost immediately the Hufflepuff boy directed his broom straight towards the opposing keeper as he weaved passed a small cluster of opposing teammates as well as two of his own. Tossing the quaffle upwards about three feet, Fin took his hands off the shaft of his broomstick; Making a fist with his left hand and wrapping his right hand around it. Giving a strong swing of his arms which collided with the quaffle and sent it straight towards the keeper's goal posts, Fin spun in a circle from his torso's momentum as he grabbed back onto his broomstick to stop his spinning and watch to see what was to come of his attempted shot. 274 - 99 (Shooting From S4) = 175 [Bonurfle]
  14. Kieran felt very safe for like a second of the move but then nope hahhaah another bludger. It was the downfall of being a captain he supposed. Thank goodness he wasn't like a real captain or something. Kieran had great respect for Voldric, Kirk and Abby. Maybe one day he would be as great as they were. It was the dream. He just needed to practice really well in this game and then be on the ball with the rest of his time of this year. Time to stop being lazy, that's for sure. For Quid, Kieran would fight the natural laziness within him. "Nice Des!" He cheered as his yearmmate got the quaffle. Kieran caught the pass and sent it to another Hufflepuff. "Here Fin!" Fin was a cool dude. They ate waffles during a duel once, IT WAS AWESOME. 365- 15 (passing to s4) = 350
  15. After he took the quaffle, he knew that he needed to get rid of it. That way no one would try and take It from him. Looking around to see who from his team was around, he happened to see Kieran. Knowing that he might be the person he needs to pass it to. “Kieran, catch.” He threw it, hoping that the other team wasn’t going to try and take it. When he saw that he caught it, Desmond realized that being a Chaser wasn’t that bad. He still wouldn’t mind being a seeker, though he was enjoying this. Right? At least that is something he hoped. 214-15(passing to S3)=199
  16. If there was one thing Juan hated more than Potter, it would’ve probably been Dax Gordon. But seeing as Dax Gordon wasn’t on the pitch, he had to settle for the next Slytherins that looked like Dax Gordon. And yes, it was completely necessary to say that boy’s full name when talking about him. Or thinking about him. Juan sent a bludger towards the two Slytherin chasers on the other team, eyeing Havana as he did so. “How nice of you to join the living,” he remarked, speeding away and wondering if he’d managed to break any bones. Damn, he sure hoped so. How fun would that be to say? It was definitely gloating privileges. With this thought in mind, Juan abandoned the game and flew off to the stands. Even though it was a pick-up game, he still had to humour his fans right? 236 - 1 (double bludgering Kaleb/Idina) = 235
  17. The other team flacked, that was another foul. It reminded Des of that time when his house tea fouled a few times in their last game. Desmond wasn’t a part of that game. Though, he still remembers it. Watching as they punched it, he went off to look. Flying after the quffale he kept an eye on it. He was going to take it away. It was going to be his. Moving high speeds, was there any better way the flying, he finally caught up to it. As it was being passed he took it. It was his now. That took a lot of work, but he now had the quffale. 214-0(Intercepting with EP)=214
  18. Juan didn’t particularly like Desmond Potter. He was pretty sure he’d made that extremely well known throughout last year and this year. So the fact that he sucked up this internal hatred to go and save the Potter boy said a lot about just how seriously Juan took this whole captain thing. Even if it was just for a pick-up game. Maybe he could stage a coup later and have the quidditch team see he was infinitely better than either Evil Kirk or Zapping Abigail. He didn’t like either of them, because they were bullies and meanies and Juan was pretty sure the bludger aimed at Desmond was stupidly stupid. Regardless, he had to save the Hufflepuff, didn’t he? “You owe me one, Potter,” he spat. Good thing they were wearing goggles. 237 - 1 (saving Desmond) = 236
  19. Kat was beginning to think she might need to organize an ambience edition of musical chairs as Panda owl came to join the audience but she was glad for their interest. And oh! Yeah! Time to scramble!
  20. A slightly stormy expression came over him, his eyes glazing over as Columbia brought up Silas. Gary knew it would be an inevitable occurrence, but it didn’t stop his hand from forming a fist while still tucked away, hidden in his trouser pocket. He ought to have been happy that she was speaking his name favorably as it meant that his threats had been taken seriously by the bloke, right? That was good, right? Good good good good good. It was a word that he kept repeating, but in truth, Gary wasn’t that good. Not that it was not good to see her; no, that was true. But when Columbia had rounded that corner, that same tightness that he had felt before had spread across his chest, that uncomfortable but still kind of amazing sensation that erupted each time he pulled her close or witnessed her looking straight at him. He suddenly wondered if she had the same experience while with Silas. Gary knew that it was a lacking aspect of his snogs with Irene, nor had it existed with Kaelyn. Just Columbia. Beautiful, clever, and always bloody infuriating, Columbia. “You what?” Gary’s confusion was obvious. “What do you mean you listened to me talking to Silas?” The ridiculous vision of Columbia hiding under a table crossed his mind and irritation crossed his face as he processed it her commentary. “I wasn’t going to kill your boyfriend.” The word was practically spat out and his face fell. “What kind of person do you think I am? Geez, Greybridge. Seriously?” The idea that she thought that of him...hurt. A minute passed as he allowed his indignant huffing to subside. Gary glanced at her side-along, his words quiet. “He didn’t do anything that warrants a serious maiming though, right?”
  21. ___ MY DUMBASS________________________________________________ I miss you with the burning passion of a thousand suns!!! 💖💖💖 12:15pm ✓✓ DAMN. 12:31pm ✓✓ THAT WAS NOT ME. THAT WAS KARLIE. 12:31pm ✓✓ The one from two summers ago. 12:31am ✓✓ Go sleep... I might be a murderer when you wake up though. 12:32am ✓✓
  22. ★★ Alshain Sidus Vh36, Lesson 003 Ec N/A, 457 Words ★★ Traditional: Alshain doesn't see the point in changing proven methods, or going against what she was taught. She's very loyal to those she cares about, and as she's a huge family person, she takes what she was taught to heart. It's disloyal to turn your back on what you know, on top of that, Alshain isn't fond of change. She'll stick to what she knows, how she was taught, and her own superstitions, because it's part of her culture, it's part of home. Closed-off: Privet. Alshain prefers to keep to herself, going so far as to write in a journal nightly to express her feelings about the day and it's events to avoid living through them publicly. She isn't very trusting of others, and unless she's certain about what she wants to say, she'd rather keep her thoughts to herself. Perfectionist: Everything has to be done perfectly, otherwise why do it at all? Alshain grew up in a large family home, sharing a room with at least four people at any given time, and because of that learned that if she didn't want to lose anything, it was better to make sure everything was in it's place. On top of that, free time wasn't a very common occurrence, so whenever she did have it, she didn't want to waste it by doing something she'd have to redo later. Wasting time, wastes life. Moral: Family history dictates the reason the Sidus' live outside of Wizarding Society has to do with the way it was corrupted, and how its inhabitants became amoral. Death Eaters killed innocents because of their parentage (many of the people she calls mothers can remember a family member they lost), magic was restricted, and some people had to give up their wands all together. Alshain has a very black and white sense of right and wrong, and she never goes against her ethical code, seeing any sort of breech as a slip into the darkness. She'd rather walk away from a situation than work out a problem if it would challenge her morals. Obligated: Loyalty to her family and a moral code that leaves no room for errors has led Alshain to feel obligated to meet certain requirements, even if she wasn't explicitly asked to. If no one else will stand up, she will, because it's the right thing to do. Of course this doesn't always apply to any situation as she wouldn't oblige herself to take a leadership role in something she was opposed to, but if the people she cared about needed her, she'd take their burdens upon her shoulders and carry them to the best of her abilities. It's what family does, and who is she to deny those that need her?
  23. » lesson two HOGWARTS RULES « » homework Celeste Ferranti Pre-Hogwarts Primary, VH36 I was born on September 2nd so I missed the due date by thatmuch » extra credit TBE
  24. The way that Fiona expressed her inquiry, Vladimir wondered if perhaps he should not have said the term so nonchalantly as he had. He could not help it - the music room in the home was just a fundamental part of the family. "Ah... We do, yes," Vladimir remarked quietly, "It is where I keep my cello when I am home. We have the piano in there as well, Viktoriya's drum kit... A desk, in case either myself or my father intend to work on compositions. It is... a very important room in our family." It was clear that Marina felt the same, in her own, childish way. "There are some chairs in the room as well... Sometimes, the entire family, we will convene within, and my father and I will play together. A miniature concert, if you will. The twins love to perform together as well... We manage to get myself, father, Anastasia and Viktoriya to play together, whilst my mother sits with Marina. Or, perhaps it is just one of us playing... We all listen." Music was a family affair. Hearing Fiona laugh put another half-smile on Vladimir's face, dropping it soon after as more people began to join them on the ice. Perhaps it had been well and good that Vladimir had stopped them near the exit to begin with. No malicious reason intended, but merely for the chance to take a break and rest their legs from the constant motion. Fiona brought up a lovely suggestion, and Vladimir nodded in agreement. "Hot cocoa does sound a wonderful interlude," Vladimir agreed, motioning for Fiona to exit the rink first. "Lead the way, draga mea, I will follow you." Granted the latter went without saying. As he did so, "Hot cocoa is the second best warm drink of choice, after honey lemon tea. I do not understand the appeal of coffee."
  25. » lesson one WELCOME TO PHP « » homework Workbook started. » extra credit Celeste was laying in bed, staring at the ceiling. She was comatose on birthday cake, but there was a tingly feeling in her stomach that she knew wouldn't go away with cake. It was anticipation, waiting eagerly for the day an owl showed up with an envelope, green ink telling her what she already knew: she was magic and she would be going to Hogwarts. Being born at three in the morning on September 2nd had been the worst luck ever, but it was what it was. Unfortunately, it meant that Celeste was going to be much older than most of the other people in her year, but she didn't mind that so much. The thing she minded most was the fact that she would be sharing her year with Rosie. It wasn't fair, considering their older brothers had had their own years. It simply wasn't fair. She sat up quickly when she heard tapping on her window, eyes wide and grin wider. Practically leaping towards the window, Celeste let the bird in and took the envelope from him. "MUM! DAD! IT'S HERE!" she shrieked, throwing her door open and running down the hall, skidding to a shaky halt as her socks caught on the hardwood. "MY LETTER IT'S HERE!" Maybe she could convince Rosie she was a squib and hide her letter when it got there. Then Celeste could have her own year! wc: 235
  26. » i, celeste alicia ferranti, have read the rules & guidelines. Name: Celeste Ferranti Blood Status: Half-Blood Are you new to VH? Nope What do you want to learn the most from this school? (in character): "To prove I can be independent. And to meet new people who can appreciate the amount of effort put into my outfits." What do you want to learn the most from this school? (out of character): Get to know people in her year, work on really developing her character. A few things your character likes doing in his/her free time: Painting her nails, reading fashion mags, bothering her older brothers, proving her independence.
  27. Truce was truly an enigma. He kept leaving his post to chase after something shiny, oftentimes managing to brush his skin against the golden ball and then quickly returning to his post. Were he anyone else, he would’ve wondered what the others thought of him. But he was no one else. He was Truce Wayne, and he was merely playing in this game to feel the rush of adrenaline that supposedly came from Quidditch. Thus far, he had felt nothing and was incredibly disappointed. He needed a challenge, and these children just weren’t providing them. Overhearing one of the captains question the other about who he was, Truce merely offered them a glare and turned away. If they were half as skilled as he’d heard, then they shouldn’t be worrying about him letting the other team play catch-up. Truce Wayne gives snitch points to Seeley Pichardo. 378 + 50 = 428
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