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[elfaron.]

| A N A S T A S I A . I S A B E L L E . T A Y L O R |
{ SLYTHERIN . SIXTH YEAR . SINGLE }

Ana rolled her eyes at Jace. She had been hoping for a pleasant ride, simply with Sawyer and herself where she was actually comfortable, but, no, Jace had to come and barge in. But that was alright. She needed someone to yell at, as she was nearly positive it would help her get over her... bad mood. "Of course he's not 'just a puppy', Jace; he's far cuter." Hell, Sawyer was cuter than most people, she could honestly, undoubtedly say that and know it was true. But Jace's flirting was not lost on Ana- in fact, it was part of the reason she was so upset. She was far from fond of Jace, and she really, really didn't want her best friend with an obnoxious prat like him. "I wasn't aware that sarcasm was an ancient language- oh, I'm sorry, was that not insulting enough for you? Shall I continue? And, Sawyer, I'm only being mean because he requested it. You can't blame me for that." Her voice displayed mock innocence as she smirked lightly, but it faded immediately after Jace spoke. "Just try. I'll slap you." If anyone used pet names on her, it was Sawyer or Titus, and Jace was lucky to be getting a warning telling him not to. If he pushed this any further... but he probably wouldn't; he wasn't that stupid. "I never said unharmed, love, you misunderstood me. And, you're welcome, Sawyer." Ana gave him a smile, resting her head back on his shoulder.

| C H R I S T O P H E R . B E N . C L A Y W O R T H |
{ GRYFFINDOR . CHASER . SIXTH YEAR . SINGLE }

'Well, at least the spells worked; at least I didn't screw that much up,' Christopher thought, watching the Ravenclaw fix himself up. He didn't bother to say anything until Regulus asked if he played Quidditch. "Definitely. I'm one of Gryffindor's chasers; some people say I'm one of the better players, but... I mean, I'm not bad or anything, but I'm not amazing. I mean, if I was really good, I'd be Captain..." He replied, rubbing his elbow. "I'd say I'm probably a bit above average... but, I mean, I probably shouldn't judge myself, you know," he answered with a smile. Quidditch was practically the one subject he was completely comfortable with; he could talk about it for ages. "I got into it when I was really little, I used to play with Anastasia Taylor- Slytherin, you know?- she was absolutely terrible yet always claimed she won. I let her believe it. She stopped pretty much as soon as we started school, and she doesn't even really like talking with me anymore, but it was fun. I play with my little sister sometimes, too, she's pretty good for a beginner. I'm trying to talk her into trying out- hey, you're Ravenclaw's seeker, right? She's a Ravenclaw, too- Alexis, if you know her, going into second year. She probably won't try out, though, she's pretty shy," Chris rambled, smiling slightly. He looked up once again at Alexis. Still just the same as she was when he last looked. He smiled at the memories of playing with Ana, before houses were a worry or a thought. He remembered how cheery she had been, how she had been yes, bossy- but he remembered her laugh at the silly things he'd said, and her smile, and- he sighed, they had been friends, best friends until the sorting hat had called out Gryffindor. He wondered what would have happened if Ana had been placed in Gryffindor with him, or if he had ended up in Slytherin. Would they still be friends at this point? He sort of wished they were now, because when you got past her outer shell, she could be one of the nicest people in the world. What if- what if she had gotten hurt, or... or killed? "Okay, I've got to find Ana, even if she hates me. Family's got to stick together, you know... I just have to make sure she's okay..."

| V I C T O I R E . G I N E V R A . W E A S L E Y |
{ RAVENCLAW . PREFECT . CAPTAIN . CHASER . FIFTH YEAR . CRUSHING ON TEDDY }

Victoire gave a small nod at his explanation, closing her eyes. She only opened them when Christian opened the window, but she didn't bother to fix it, only pushing it out of her face when necessary. Vic leaned back against the seat, eyes scanning over Teddy, and wondering in the back of her mind what he'd do when he woke up. She didn't move, other than the occasional, sweeping her hair out of her face, until she heard a noise from Christian. She could tell immediately that he was crying, and that shocked her. She had, over time, gathered that he was a bit soft inside, but she had also noticed that displaying emotions wasn't something that Christian was known to do. Vic looked up at him with sympathy, and the sight almost broke her heart. While she wasn't very close with the Slytherin, Teddy was, and with all this... everything that had happened, she did feel a bit closer with him. She lid up into the seat next to him, resting a hand lightly on his shoulder. Vic tried wholeheartedly to utter something, anything comforting, but instead, all she managed was, "I know." Because she did. She did know.

[Ladylewind]

John Phillips, Hufflepuff, 6th year / Carriages / With: Leah, Zero
John glanced over at Zero as he spoke. "Well, probably makes two of us, then... I have faith she'll wake up, she's got a lot of fight in her." He gently touched his head as he spoke. He smiled at Leah, "I trust you but, it's nothing to worry about, really. And, well, I don't know. There were casualties, though. I hate to say there were." All those first years who couldn't have protected themselves, injured people who couldn't... It was horrible. As the carriage took off, he steadied himself. "These carriages always worry me a bit. i mean, I know something's actually pulling them but, not being able to see the creature while seeing it move... it's worrying." He frowned as he spoke. With that he closed his eyes again, blocking out the more than dizzying view. "I'll be glad when we reach Hogwarts..." His owl, Kara, had flown over and was settled on Sadie's back.

Jaina Smith, Ravenclaw, 7th year, Animagus / Carriages / With: Aria
Jaina pulled the blanket more over herself, only her white haired head sticking out. As the girl sat down, her icy eyes followed her. She recognized the girl as a Gryffindor, two years below herself. "Hello, Aria. I'm Jaina." Her voice was a little week as her eyes flicked away looking for others. The wound hurt, a stabbing pain going along her torso, causing her to audibly wince. Before the other girl would be able to ask, Jaina moved the blanket off herself, gripping her bandaged abdomen. The bandages were odd, being made from Dimitri's shirt. As the pain began to subside, she let out a laugh, "Sorry about that. The nurse hasn't exactly gotten to me, yet." She wondered how long they would take. She knew her condition was a serious one, she needed this bullet taken out. Jaina figured they would have come sooner. She tilted her head, seeing a Thestral and jumping in surprise. She'd never actually seen one before. Though, she supposed, that's because she hadn't seen anyone die. Til recently, that is. Finally a nurse made her way over, removing the makeshift bandages and working on the wound. Jaina's eyes went back to scanning the train. In truth, she was looking for Dimitri.

Olivia Hunt, Slytherin, 7th year, Head Girl / Around / With: Tiger (Cat)
Olivia had sat in a compartment alone when the Hogwarts Express departed King's Cross. She'd never understood why she had to go from Scotland to England just to ride a train back to Scotland. It was her 7th year, she should just be able to fly straight to Hogwarts, if she wanted. She stroked the cat in her lap gently, thinking as the ride continued. It was rather boring and she wondered when the trolley would be along. Suddenly, there was an explosion far ahead, near the front of the train. She gripped onto a bar above her as the train tipped, slamming into it's side. She let out a scream as she was thrown into the hall. Her cat let out a sound of shock, moving back towards her. Then the gunfire began. Olivia was panicked. Her eyes darted about, searching for anywhere she could hide. A closet caught her eye and she slipped inside, Tiger following her. She cowered in the dark, pressed inbetween what were, possibly, her own things. She'd had someone else load them, of course, some first year she'd paid. She listened as voices passed and gunfire. She sat, drawing her knees up to her chest as she waited. The professors would come, wouldn't they? She'd just wait for it to quiet. As she waited, she checked out the items around her. A few were hers, yes. There was something else in there, something not hers. A strange, hard case. She pulled out her wand and lit it, reading over a small tag. 'John Phillips'. She scowled, she was in here with something belonging to that Hufflepuff? If she wasn't mistaken, he was also a mudblood. She extinguished her wand, not wanting to look at it anymore.
After some time, the shouting and gunfire ceased. She stood and cracked the door open, peeking out. Everything was still and relatively quite now. Olivia figured that was safe enough. Tiger hopped into her arms as she made her way out of the closet, wand in hand. There was a section of the train torn off, she exited through there. The professors had arrived, who knows how long ago. She headed over to the carriages and glanced in each, looking for one worth joining. Suddenly, she spotted an empty one and slid into it. Tiger stretched out on the bench, obviously not phased by the day's events. She said a spell and waved her wand. Within moments, the contents of the closet shew'd been in came to her. It seemed the odd case had been the only thing that wasn't hers. She unlatched the case, glancing at its contents. It was a guitar, one of those muggle instruments. She shut it and flicked her wand at it. The case launched into the air as she sent it back to it's owner.

[stricklyspagetti]

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Corey gasped as Conenr woke up. "Your alive!" she said, hugging him. She was sor eleived, but soflty hugged him. She let go, and smiled at him, pushing her red hair out of her face and looking at Conner. "S-should I get a prefessor?" she asked. She heaved in, and out. But there was no way to get to a Professor without being seen by a Witcher. She was willing to reveal herself being a Animagus if she had to. Corey looked at him, and them abck at her elbow. "Agumenti." she said, and cleaned off ehr arm again, and shut off the spell and placing ehr wand in ehr lap. "Conner, how did this happen. I want the truth." she said to him, a little nerveous of what she would hear. It could be terrible, like a student working with the Witchers knocking him out. Or it could be like a Witcher knocking him out. But- did he have his wand? If they took his wand, that would be bad. She turned ehr attention back to the Hufflepuff boy, and looked at his arm. "Try to keep it in a comfortable position." she said softly.

[huskybaer.]

titanus reed vanguard | 17 | slytherin | year 7 | pureblood | grizzly
tagged : clara

titus smiled metally. he never really thought that this girl would even begin to listen to him ramble on about his lift he watched as clara began to trace her finger against his black tattoo. her nimble fingers seemed to barely even touch his skin. but they were. she did it for a few minutes before stopping. after a bit, she looked up at him and paused. then said something he truly never thought about. yes people did have two sides to them. and his dark life was only half of who he was. but who was the other half? did he even have another half? turning away, he stared at the floor. "but for me that is my only life...i've only ever known it. any childhood i had before, hasn't crossed my mind in years. i can't even remember the last time i really was 'happy'.." sighing rather heavily, he lifted his gaze to the window. and watched as they got closer and close to the large towering castle. his mind drifted into a short memory of his first time here at this school. he had made a few new friends on the way there, but they were all put into other houses. and none of them being slytherin. after that he wasnt able to make that many, just a few here and there. usually only for a few months. they herd rumors, although most of them spread them, and just decided one day to ditch him. his life was rather pathetic, and he understood that. but was there much he could do? no. there wasn't. seeming to zone back into reality, the boy looked at clara once again. he studied her. not saying much of anything for a good five minutes or so.

||| sorry it took sooooo long

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sawyer thorn vestral | 17 | ravenclaw | year 7 | pureblood | bunny
tagged : ana & malfoy

sawyer watched the two go at it yet again. he rolled his eyes and gave a little 'humph'. there was really no use, ana would keep at it for quite some time
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before i finish, should i wait for bubbles? she hasn't been on in over a week. and she never posted..

||| ono

[Jenjo]

c l a r a
hufflepuff // metamorphmagus // tagged - titanus liferuiner
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Clara simply sat still, thinking it all over. It made sense, she supposed. She listened to his reply. Instead of insisting, she simply remained quiet for a change, and stared out the window for a long moment. The thestral had carried them the distance, and below loomed the castle of Hogwarts itself. Immediately, her heart warmed at the familiar sight coming into her train of vision. Her eyes flickered to Titus, and she realized that he was staring at her, studying her. She felt awkward and self-concious as he studied her face, trying to read her. For most of the part, Clara was an open book, easy to read and comprehend. She was not a difficult person to understand. Pursing her lips shut tightly, she smiled faintly and lightly touched Titanus's arm. "I trust you anyway. I don't know why, but I do." she said, her tone almost.. wistful. When the thestral brought the carriage steadily down by the courtyard of the castle, she sat there for a long time, trying to study Titus's face. His stare was poring into her, examining her - her gaze was curious more than anything. She broke the staring competition and shuffled over to climb out of the carriage. Her feet landed softly on the flagstone courtyard as she crawled out, timidly looking round to the thestral. Still slightly afraid of the nature of the creatures, she carefully walked over to the skeletal horse and rested her hand on its long face. "Thank you," she murmured, to which the thestral simply gave something of a snort and went trotting steadily from the courtyard.