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[burning bridges]

Rɪʟᴇʏ Tʜᴀᴛᴄʜ

ʏᴇᴀʀ; Seventh
ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ; Pureblood
ʜᴏᴜsᴇ; Ravenclaw
ᴡᴀɴᴅ;Dragon heart sting, Walnut, 12"

ᴀɢᴇ; 17
ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀᴛᴇ; April 14
ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ; Female
ᴘᴀᴛʀᴏɴᴜs; Tiger

ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪsᴇ;

Riley Thatch is indeed in the house of Ravenclaw. She fits all the standards. Riley is very intelligent, she graduated in the top of her class last year. She is extremely creative, Riley loves to write. She is a very good learner, and she is extremely witty. RIley can be very sarcastic, but is mainly a very friendly girl. She loves to meet new people and has countless friends. Given that Riley is very outgoing, she not only goes to a lot of parties, but will also be found hosting many herself.

ᴀ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ʟᴏᴏᴋ;

Riley stands 5 feet and 4 inches tall. She weighs approximately 130 lbs. Her hair is a dirty blonde, the exact color depending on the lighting. Her hair falls down to just below her chest. At the beginning of summer she had cut it to her shoulders, but it had grown out since. Riley's eyes are a striking blue with flicks of green near the iris.

© ᴅɪsᴛᴏʀᴛᴇᴅ ᴇɴᴛɪᴛʏ
ғᴀᴄᴇ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ; Teresa Palmer

[indecisive.]

Rɪʟᴇʏ Tʜᴀᴛᴄʜ

ʏᴇᴀʀ; Seventh
ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ; Pureblood
ʜᴏᴜsᴇ; Ravenclaw
ᴡᴀɴᴅ;Dragon heart sting, Walnut, 12"

ᴀɢᴇ; 17
ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀᴛᴇ; April 14
ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ; Female
ᴘᴀᴛʀᴏɴᴜs; Tiger

ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪsᴇ;

Riley Thatch is indeed in the house of Ravenclaw. She fits all the standards. Riley is very intelligent, she graduated in the top of her class last year. She is extremely creative, Riley loves to write. She is a very good learner, and she is extremely witty. RIley can be very sarcastic, but is mainly a very friendly girl. She loves to meet new people and has countless friends. Given that Riley is very outgoing, she not only goes to a lot of parties, but will also be found hosting many herself.

ᴀ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ʟᴏᴏᴋ;

Riley stands 5 feet and 4 inches tall. She weighs approximately 130 lbs. Her hair is a dirty blonde, the exact color depending on the lighting. Her hair falls down to just below her chest. At the beginning of summer she had cut it to her shoulders, but it had grown out since. Riley's eyes are a striking blue with flicks of green near the iris.

© ᴅɪsᴛᴏʀᴛᴇᴅ ᴇɴᴛɪᴛʏ
ғᴀᴄᴇ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ; Teresa Palmer

{ooc: Character accepted. I'll add it up on the front page.}

[Adam Winchester]

((Hey, anyone open?))

[coastal]

{@ Capt. Jack Harkness, I'm open and it'd be great for out characters to meet.}

[Combeferre.]

shay emery ▽ slytherin ▽ sixteen ▽ status; tagged - samantha ▽ feeling; pensive?

"Yeah, well that does make sense I suppose. At least the rest of the school doesn't have a grudge against you." Shay thought back to a few matches in the past. Regardless of who Slytherin was facing, three-fourths of the stands were cheering against them- teachers included. At first, as a second-year, she'd found the clear animosity wounding, but she quickly learned to channel it into a backwards resentment, which turned into a thirst for vengeance, ultimately leading to her competitive demeanor.

Shaking her head to clear her mind, she turned back to Sam to hear her comments on her position. "Oh you beaters", she said with a small grin. "You all are fine with doing the whacking so no chance for yelling there. Everyone else though..." she trailed off, remembering her last unpleasant encounter with a Bludger. Snorting at the memory, she continued. "Having to drink that foul Skele-Grow filth is definitely not one of the better parts of Quidditch."

[[hey zoe i'm just gonna wait for carry on to come back on before continuing c:]]

Samantha Monroe ~ 16 ~ Gryffindor

Sam seemed to wince slightly at the mention of Skele-Grow, all too vividly remembering each and every time she'd broken someone's bone by setting a bludger on a different course. "I'll just apologise in advance for any broken bones I may cause you this year?" She asked tentatively with a small smile. She felt herself fortunate in that she'd only ever once hit another Slytherin, and that was the first and last time she'd ever want to; they were vicious when angered. She herself had never actually been hit by a bludger, and she'd love to keep it that way, since she'd seen the outcome a collision had had on various other players.

[Adam Winchester]

((SilverBlade: Okay, cool. I'll have them run into each other... On the Quidditch Pitch, maybe?))

[coastal]

{Capt. Jack Harness: Sounds good!}

[Adam Winchester]

Mildred Glass
{15:Female:Straight:Single:Slytherin}

Mildred was on her broom, hanging lazily in the air while the Bludger kept hurling itself at her. Each time she would lazily bat it away, watching with boredom as it would spin through the air, regain itself, and repeat what it had just done. Her thoughts were on the upcoming summer; what would she do? Run away and stay at a hotel? Pansy would find her. She sighed inwardly, hitting away the Bludger yet again. This time, however, it wasn't focused on her. She was confused as it gun in the air a moment, then plummeted down. Following it's corse, Mildred realized why; someone else had come onto the Pitch. Whisking her broom around, she darted down to the person.
"Move!" she growled, turning her broom forwards to face the oncoming ball, bat held tightly in her grip.

[coastal]

W i l l o w_M o n t a n a
I drifted on the top of the Quidditch stand, trying out my new broom, gliding through the wind. It was one of the only places where I could relax and be myself. Suddenly, a huge gust of wind came my way. A bludger was hurtling directly towards me. That meant…someone else was here. I quickly dodged the bludger, swerving to the right.
A Slytherin. I could clearly tell from her green robes, well, and her facial expression. I recognized her from some of the Quidditch games I’ve played in, but I didn’t know her. She came my way.
“And what are you doing here?” I asked angrily.

{Sorry I was so late to respond}

[Clavicle]

[Remember remember, only one character picture in a formmmm.

Anyway, Newton is open. He's kinda... not in the best mood, and is just standing around feeling sorry for himself rn. Who wants to run into him]