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house hufflepuff location great hall doing eating, talking
friends percy best friends jet enemies vinnie feeling awake
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the night was gone faster than shaylee had expected. now it was morning. groaning,
the veela sat up, leaping from the bed. she grabbed some clothes and quickly went i-
nto the bathroom, shedding her clothes and stepping into the shower. she only stay-
ed in long enough to wash her hair and body, then stepping out of it with a smile. s-
haylee was a morning person after a minute of being up. she slid into a mid-thy ski-
rt that was gray, and along the bottom was a yellow strip. she then pulled on a bagg-
y yellow long sleeve shirt,, that the sleeves came down over her hands. she got cold
easily, and liked to wear long sleeves. she sat down and pulled on some gray knee s-
ocks that came a bit above her knee, and yellow vans. standing again, she flipped h-
er head over to pull her wet, pure white hair into a high pony tail. straitening, shayl-
ee opened the door and grabbed her robes, slipping them on. she liked to match, es-
pecially her house colors. the veela slipped from the room and down the moving sta-
ircase, when it switched on her. she sighed, leaning on the railing as she waited for
it to get back on course. after a minute or two, she grew impatient and took the lo-
ng way, running down another flight of stairs. her feet hit the ground, and she slow-
ed before entering the great hall. shaylee's eyes scanned the large room as she walk-
ed to her house table. moving her eyes away from the other tables she looked at her
own, seeing her best friend, jet. smiling, she jogged over to him, sliding into the s-
eat beside of him. "hey!" she said with a smile, glancing at him before looking at t-
he empty platter of food. this hufflepuff didn't normally have a big appetite, she ju-
st ate small portions of food most of the time. her mind was slightly on the bandits
meeting tonight. it was to be held in the room of requirement again. personally she
loved being a bandit. it gave her the adrenaline rush she needed in her life. to beco-
me more daring.

[ bennie is sitting at the slytherin table so hes open. dont feel like writing out his post im so tired ]

[christine,]

ᶜᵃᶳᶳᶤᵈʸ ᵃᶰᶰ ʰᵃʷᵗʰᵒʳᶰᵉ
animagus extrodinaire
with alone|| feeling tired|| where great hall
tags x
It was another sleepless night for Cassidy. She had spent the night prowling around in her cat form, praying that a teacher or a caretaker wouldn't notice her and report her to the headmaster. It hadn't happened yet, so hopefully her luck would be with her for at least a little longer. She did have a reputation to protect, at least.
She climbed out of her bed with a groan, running a hand through her curls. At least they weren't in too bad of a shape. A brush was quickly run through them before the animagus hopped into the shower, letting the steam wake her up. I swear, tonight I'll actually get some sleep she promised herself, before she a new thought instantly killed that notion. Shoot... the bandit meeting... Cassie could almost feel herself wilting from exhaustion. It was going to be another night without any sleep.
Throwing on a bright red t-shirt and a pair of jeans, she threw her robes over her shoulder and grabbed her wand off her bedside table. Cassidy walked into the great hall, stomach rumbling. She slumped down at the Griffindor table, next to the vampire, Percy. They didn't say anything, just sat together in silence as she plated her food. She took her usual-a big bowl of plain oatmeal with every type of berry imaginable on top. She wasn't one for eggs or toast in the morning. After she finished, she leaned over to Percy. "Tonight, ROR. You know the time." she whispered, before going back to minding her own business with a sour grin.
These bandit meetings really were what kept her alive during the school year. She was an average student with average grades and a few close friends. She wasn't popular or particularly interesting. But these meetings made her feel interesting and useful, something that no teacher at Hogwarts could. Even though it meant interacting with other houses, she could put up with that.
With that thought, she looked around. Were any of her friends here right now?

[too tired to post for percy, I'm sorry. He's busy being a creepy vampire at the table if anyone wants to come talk to him, though]

[katniss,]

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location: great hall
feeling: upbeat
tagged: cassie, percy, sawyer

vinnie cambridge was not a morning person, nor would be ever be. a night owl at heart, vinnie had stayed up until four contemplating why the bandits had failed at their debut mission a few nights ago. the plan had seemed so meticulous and perfect; vinnie was practically clueless at what exact point the whole thing had been messed up at. it was probably the stupid veela's fault. she was always getting so annoyed with vinnie no matter what he did. not to mention, she was clumsy and moody. during their first meetings, vinnie had suggested she should be kicked out or at least not go along on their mission, but he had been outvoted [actually, out-yelled].

the sunlight that shone through the large windows of the gryffindor boys' dorm room, making its way directly into vinny's sleeping eyes. with a rumbling, throaty groan, vinny pulled the sheets over his face and proceeded to doze off again. about twenty minutes later, some chatter from the common room downstairs floated up into the dorm. vinnie woke up again, moaning again in a very audible fashion. he rolled out of bed in the very literal sense of the term, his feet first and his body following. with a pace equal only to that of a sloth, he shuffled to his chest, grabbed his daytime robes and uniform, and made his way into the closest bathroom to get ready. it took another twenty minutes before the boy reappeared from the bathroom: showered, dressed and hair-gelled.

as the smooth-looking boy sauntered down the stairs and into the common room, he let his gaze roam around the room in search of his friends. he didn't spot any of his friends; the closest to an acquaintance was his ex, annie lambdon, who was too busy fawning over herself to even spare vinnie a polite wave of the hand. rolling his eyes, vinnie continued on his way out of the common room, through the small hallway and out of the fat lady portrait. as he floated down the stairs in his unfailingly debonair manner, vinnie flashed a cheeky grin at the fat lady, making the painting laugh a loud, bellowing laugh behind him. once vinnie got to the last flight of stairs, he swung over the railing and slid down the banister before jumping off the edge. he ignored the annoyed yell from his charms teacher, professor tibalt, who was threatening to give him detention if vinnie got caught doing it again. "sorry tibbs, I won't get caught next time," he shouted over his shoulder. he couldn't help but laugh as he heard the professor give an exasperated sigh at Vinnie's characteristic nonchalance.

vinnie had a reputation to uphold around hogwarts; he was the cliché bad-boy who made the whole"rebel without a cause" persona work tremendously well. he was a troublemaker, but much liked by most of his professors [emphasis on most-- his transfiguration professor was never much impressed with the charming boy]. his pranks were harmless, for the most part. embarrassing for the victim and messy for the janitor, but harmless. ever since he had magically pantsed andy clemington his second year, vinnie was the beloved practical joker of hogwarts current generation.

with a cocky laugh, vinnie pushed past some short, infantile first years and into the great hall. he immediately noticed some gryffindors sitting at their long table, chatting and eating breakfast like every morning. he headed over to where he spotted some friends, percy and cassie, and took a seat across the two of them. "what's up, guys," he greeted, winking at the two of them as he grabbed his usual-- a blueberry muffin and a mug of coffee-- from the placed breakfast foods and began to eat. he let his gaze float around the room, resting on some individual faces before moving onto the next. vinnie didn't see too many of his friends around, but he didn't really mind. he just had to get through today, and then tonight would be fun again. there was another bandits get-together in the room of requirement; the meetings were what truly got vinnie through most of his endlessly boring classes and tiresome quidditch practices. as he waited for his friends to return the greeting, he tried to see if he would spot the latest target of his most recent affections-- sawyer reeves, the sixth year ravenclaw. she was marvelously beauteous in a devilishly sultry way. he didn't have a crush on her or anything, but he found himself quite fond of their bantering, flirty exchanges during defense of the dark arts class. deciding he couldn't find her, vinnie returned his gaze on percy and cassie.

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= nova had placed herself
near the end of the gryffindor table. possibly because she was being unsocial;
most likley because she was still caught up in the failure the bandits had reached.
she honestly could not figure it out. they had planned everything perfectly;
distraction, diversion silence- everything was covered for. she had gone over
it so many times her head hurt. she had written it down, recited it backwards,
but to no avail. she gave a huff as she bit into her doughnut, her red hair in a
messy bun. she hadnt bothered to do much with it; considering today wasnt a
very eventful one. she did have the meeting tonight, but she would have time to
dress and get made up before then. not that it mattered, they all hid their faces
anyway. nova always wondered why. it was like they were som sort of secret society;
like dumbledores army. though, they were stealing and robbing things, not saving
the castle from a man with no nose. she giggled a bit, tapping her fingers on the
table before looking around at the people before her. this time of day was one of
her favorites, it was everyone in their most glowing state.

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+Casper had sat himself outside. He had been
awake for several hours, though it wasn’t much of an unusual occurrence. He had insomnia;
something he had dealt with since the werewolf thing. He took a long drag of his cigarette before
flicking the ashes into the grass below. If the teachers knew what he was doing he would be put
in detention; last time he had lines. He had no clue why the teachers thought that writing a state
ment over and over again would prevent you from doing that bad thing again. It was probably one
of the most ridiculous things he had heard of in his young life. He moved his green eyes toward
the sky, the sun had appeared through the blue like an egg yolk, bright and warm. He inhaled, and
decided he might as well get up. He stood and adjusted his sweater before trekking back to the
castle's boundaries. Careful to avoid any of the hall guards, he threw out the cigarette [after one
last measly drag] and turned a corner toward the dining hall. He sighed, there were people
in the hall. People who usually looked at him like he was hilarious. Not that he didn’t have
friends, he loved every one of them to death, but sometimes trying to put up with the stares
was tiring. Something he hardly had the energy for.
Tonight he would have to go to the Bandit meeting. That was actually one of the only things
he enjoyed, it gave him a chance to be seen as someone way different. A place where being a
werewolf or an outcast hardly mattered. Yet, he was nervous, the other nights raid had been a
horrible defeat. And there would be a lot of fued. [mostly that veela and the other guy, though] he
thought. Those two were always at each others throats it seemed like. He always tried to avoid
them in meetings as much as possible because of it. He licked his lips before taking a seat at the
Ravenclaw table, grabbing a mug of coffee from the pile of food that magically appeared every
morning. He looked around, greeting those who said hello.

[ short posts. eNe srry guys. ]

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lorelle louise • sixteen • female • sixth year • ravenclaw • animagus • hare
lorelle woke with a start, letting out an immediate yawn and stretching. good
thing she didn't have to share a bed with anyone; she was a monstrous stretch-
er. but she was also a morning person and an early bird, so, that was probably
okay. she leaped out of bed like a deer and sprang to her bathroom, showering
in cold water (she loved cold water and gets hot easily) quickly and then brush-
ing her teeth with whitening peppermint toothpaste. she was big on oral hygi-
ene, too. grinning to herself, she dressed in a blue buttonup patchwork tank
top and black comfortable shorts with black converse that had a blue floral d-
esign painted on it by herself. they were completely clean and pure, because
although she wasn't obsessed with shoes, she loved to keep things clean. she
was a bit of a neat freak.. oh well. better than being messy. she fixed her h-
air into a french braid, pulled on her robes, and skipped out of the ravenclaw
female dorm. the shifting staircase seemed to be kind to her this morning, a-
s it didn't shift at all as she slunk down it to the great hall where the smells of
breakfast were tempting and delicious. sitting down neatly at the ravenclaw t-
able next to sawyer, now remembering she had forgotten to put on a flower c-
rown. personally, she loved them, and had probably way too many for her own
good. when she shifted into her white and light brown hare, there was light b-
rown markings on her forehead shaped like flowers distantly. so she pulled out
her perfect wand from her robe pocket and whispered, "accio light blue flower
crown." and it appeared a moment later in her hand. she placed it firmly on
on her head and took two english muffins. lore spread one with jam and the
other peanut butter and honey. she quickly devoured the food and drank a ca-
rton of milk, gazing around and absentmindedly taking the nutella and taking
a tiny bit of it with a small spoon. she did admit; that muggle spread was good.
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jet gunner • sixteen • male • seventh year • hufflepuff • seer • fox
jet had awoken late, just as he had predicted last night. he wasn't an early bird,
nor a night owl, so perhaps an.. afternoon cardinal? shaking his head, he listened
for a moment to the early morning chatter and wafts of food from downstairs. t-
aking a warm shower in a flash, he dressed in a yellow shirt and white shorts alo-
ng with his special black and yellow vans with a badger for hufflepuff on it. they
were special. he also did his hair which took not too long, but long enough. he
dragged on his robes and slid out of the room and down the stairs. the shiftin-
g staircase moved only once, but quickly re-positioned itself and he got down to
the great hall and into a good seat at the hufflepuff table. yawning a bit, he got
himself some eggs, bacon, and perfectly toasted toast with a bit of melty butter
on top. when he was halfway finished through the magically appeared eggs, his
best friend, shaylee, appeared happily. he smiled at her and swallowed his bite.
"hey shay," he greeted the veela cheekily, knowing she didn't like nicknames mu-
ch. she was very suited to hufflepuff, and he was slightly attracted to her. well,
more than just her being a beautiful veela, he also understood her. but at the
moment that was only slight. soon he had finished his food and was wiping his
mouth rather politely with a napkin. normally he didn't do that, or just used an
arm. he glanced back at the pale girl with an also empty plate. he knew she n-
ormally wasn't too hungry. he was never starving, either. his stomach was fine.
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_sixteen - slytherin - vampire
_alone - anxious - bored

wren deluca woke up to the sound of her roommates scurrying about. most people kept their distance from the black eyed girl, and that was just how she liked it. she stood from her four poster bed and stretched her arms over her head, thinking about what had happened last night. she was still distraught about the failed gringotts mission and found herself sitting in the slytherin common room for most of the night. maybe if she had been a bit quicker or a bit quieter--alas, the past was the past. she wound up crawling into her bed at around three in the morning and tossing and turning all night long. tonight, there was another bandits meeting and she felt butterflies in her stomach already. the best course of action, she decided, was to just ignore them. just go about her day as if everything was normal, or at least as normal as things got for the vampire-witch. she tediously made her bed and got dressed, wearing a gray pleated skirt, a white button up shirt, and a slytherin tie. wren walked to the communal bathroom, and brushed through her brunette hair. she caught a glance of herself in the mirror and sighed. her pale skin was almost the same shade as the white walls and her pitch black eyes looked hollow. she brushed her teeth, washed her face and headed back to her room. wren picked up her cloak and wand and turned to exit the now empty bedroom. her aforementioned roommates usually rushed down to breakfast, while wren went about her morning almost avoiding the situation.

as a vampire/witch, life wasn't exactly simple for little wren. she often found herself sitting through meals alone, watching as all of her human peers gorged themselves on the never ending food supply. wren could eat with them, but she chose not to. preferring to follow the diet of her father and fellow vampires, wren only drank blood. hogwarts, being the gracious and nondiscriminatory school that it was, provided her with said blood. in the form of lollipops, gelatin, and just plain old cups of blood. people noticed that wren never ate much, but no one had connected that the lack of food and strange liquids she ingested meant she was a vampire. the only person who knew, aside from the staff, was percy. wren and percy were close from the start. she remembered being overwhelmed on the train station, in all her life wren had never been near so many witches and wizards at once. but she spotted him right off the bat. well smelt really, not spotted. vampires had a unique scent they left anywhere they went, and wren was surprised beyond belief to find that there was one on the train. she ended up looking for him, dark eyes searching for dark eyes, and was filled with relief when she did. they had been close ever since.

wren pushed the thoughts of percy from her head and made her way to the great hall. she entered after everyone else had already been seated, and her dark eyes quietly searched the filled room. spotting an empty space towards the end of the slytherin bench, she gladly took it. her housemates nodded in her direction and then quickly returned to their breakfasts. she found herself grabbing a gold cup that appeared in front of her and a muffin. she set the muffin on her plate, taking a sip of the liquid. she closed her eyes and relaxed, trying to shut out the chatter of her peers. as she sipped, she absentmindedly tore the muffin apart, a habit she picked up when someone questioned her lack of food in take back in year two. after she finished her drink, her eyes drifted around the room. she spotted percy, sitting at the gryffindor table looking very bored. she smiled to herself for a moment, at least she knew there was always someone who would understand what she was going through. her eyes continued around the room and she spotted the white haired beauty she called her 'friend', shaylee. she was talking to one of her many friends and looking chipper as all ways. somethings never change.

wren really couldn't wait to get through this day, that bandits meeting was the only thing keeping her from returning to her room and burrowing under the covers.

_tags; percy [thoughts], shaylee [thoughts]

[christine,]

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vampire with a soft heart
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Percy let out a ragged breath as he opened his eyes to see the ceiling of the dorm staring back at him. He was a ragged, deep sleeper, so waking up was always slightly jarring and not exactly the most entertaining thing. But he was a vampire, so sleeping wasn't easy either way. Pushing the blankets off his legs, he got up and stretched. It was early, much too early for anyone else to be waking up. Dawn was just breaking and he could hear the owls starting to rouse in the tower nearby. He didn't bother to shower, just washed his face. He'd take a shower later, during lunch when everyone else was eating. Percy chose not to eat at any time other than breakfast, so that he could test himself to see how long he could go without feeding. The other vampire in the school, Wren, took the regular blood candy and cups of blood, but he liked to hunt.
It was okay, though. He only hunted the bad guys. That's why the bandit meetings were useful.
He threw on a blood-red sweater, stifling a snicker, before throwing his glasses on his face and getting his wand. He made his way down to the great hall early, so that he could get his measly blood tablet and wait for his house. He sat there for ages, until everyone was down, including Cassidy (he knew that she was a late sleeper). When Wren walked in, he smiled warmly at her, lifting his hand to offer a slight wave. Befriending her was one of the best choices he'd ever made, he things. Percy had first saw her on the train to hogwarts, and knew what she was by the dark palor of her eyes. As far as he knew, they were the only two like this, so they already had a common intrest that brought them together.
Plus, it helped that she was really pretty.

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smiling at jet, she took a piece of toast and spread strawberry preserve on it,
nibbling on the end. "hey jetty." shaylee said, messing with his hair. he alway-
s did that to her, so she decided to do it to him before he could do it to her. j-
et and herself had become friends ever since their first year. after about thre-
e days, shaylee and jet had become best friends. they where sort of.. alike. h-
e was a seer, and she was a veela. each different from every single one of the
wizards or witches at hogwarts. of course, seer's where rarer than veela's, ve-
elas where their own race, although similar to witches or wizards in magic. sh-
aylee finished her toast, and took a sip of her water, leaning onto jet. "arg, im
so tired!" she complained in a joking voice, closing her eyes. sleep had always
come hard for this veela to come by, so she didn't get much sleep. but for the
last couple of days she had been thinking over the plan for the bandits, and th-
e night before last, when the robbery took place, they had failed. and she had
gotten agitated about it. shaylee's place was so simple, to get angered and go
all bird on the goblins with the slytherin veela. which she did. the two veela's h-
ad succeeded until their cover was blown. she hadn't been happy with the band-
its, as well as herself, but she was now back to her cheery, childish like person-
ality. pushing herself off jet, shaylee pushed a lock of wet hair away from her f-
ace and grabbed a yellow apple, chomping down on it. she was known for being
a vegetarian and liked to eat many fruits. when she just needed a snack, bam,
fruit or vegetable. shaylee looked over into jet's eyes, wondering what he was t-
hinking. it was something she always did, wondered what people where thinking.