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[white deer]

Cyrus shook his head. "I don't like when people spend money on me." He trailed his fingers over the fabric of the chair, feeling the ripples. Dusty squeaked and rushed from his robes to his shoulder, where she laid down and nuzzled his cheek. He seemed unaffected by this, but did use his index finger to rub under her chin briefly. "And I'd be really happy. But I'd probably still cry." Cyrus had always been one to cry easy. As he stared at the fire, it reflecting in his brown eyes, a sort of fear came over them, though not noticeably so. There was a moment where he was lost in thought, thinking over the fire that day, how it'd rushed around him... It'd left him with a few permanent scars, and if you paid close enough attention, you could see a bit of them on his hands. Though they weren't only physical. "Hey, Ash... is it... normal to be really afraid of... fire?" He gulped at even speaking about it. "Like... just... in a fire place? O-Or... just in general." He shook his hand once nervously, in order to send the sleeve of his robe down over it to hide it.

{Apollo can't do much rn... lol}

[jet pack blues]

{ Ashleigh Claire Baxter }
{ sixth year } |{ hufflpuff } | { sixteen }
Ashleigh watched as Dusty cuddled up against Cyrus. Her owl was never much of a cuddler - she much preferred Ashleigh's company over her affectionate hugs or ruffles of feathers. Ashleigh pondered on what the boy had said. If tears were the body's way of releasing excess salt and water, then why did we cry them out of our eyes? Wasn't that what sweating was for? Perhaps the toxins released from the body was more than just physical. It was all of the anger, pity, despair, depression, sadness; all of the times you wished you were something you were not, or you couldn't reach no matter how close it was, or you don't want to admit that something you loved was gone forever. But why would your body release all of these terrible thoughts and feelings from your eyes? Ashleigh hadn't the slightest idea, but just as she had begun to work out this problem, Cyrus spoke up. Ash's eyes remained on the flickering flames of the fire as the tore apart their fuel in wisps and snaps and crackles and pops. Slowly, she turned her head and took her eyes away from the fire, placing her gaze on Cyrus' face. "Everybody's afraid of something, Cyrus." Ashleigh's voice came out softly, comfortingly. She didn't want to ruin the perfect amount of silence in the room, apart from the chattering under classmen. She took a deep breath, silently cursing herself for the question she wanted to ask. "A-Are you afraid?" Ashleigh asked, trying to approach the situation gently. "I mean, of fires," she added in quickly, hoping to not be misunderstood.

[white deer]

Cyrus flinched at this, took dusty in his hands and gently squeezed her, though not enough to hurt the rat. As he pondered answering her question, he continued to watch the fire with cautious eyes. "If I tell you the truth... you can't say anything." Taking a deep breath, he turned his face from the fire and instead focused on her own face. "When I was eight years old my mother died in a fire. The house caught on fire because I'd left the stove on. She'd told me to turn it off before she left but... When I was younger I wasn't very smart. And I'd forgotten to. So I was stuck in the fire, hidden under the table. I have a few burns from it... she was able to cast me out of the house but the roof collapsed in and..." He took a big sigh, not daring say the last sentence. He shook his head, trying to prevent any more tears. "In case nobody has noticed it's sort of left me with more damage than scars." Releasing Dusty from her hold, he once again looked to the fire. "I can't... get near... f-f-fire. It's going to consume me. Or... I feel like... it is..." He took long breaths and a few pauses in between words, still shaking his head. It was such an irrational fear to Cyrus. He didn't understand why even thinking about it got him so afraid. "She was all I had. And I let her be consumed by fire... It's not like anything you'd ever think about... The way it consumes you. It feels like it takes away all your air... and it wraps around your whole body... and it destroys everything in its path... everything."

[Trumpet.]

Macy
I looked around and started to wander the hall ways. Being as dark as it was as I walked I did a spell for light to come out of the tip of my wand. I am deathly afraid of the dark and have been ever since I was little. In the dark weird things happen that is why you have to turn on the light. I closed my eyes and took in a deep gulp of air.

(Macy is open for anyone to Rp with.)

[jet pack blues]

{ Ashleigh Claire Baxter }
{ sixth year } |{ hufflpuff } | { sixteen }
Ashleigh listened intently to Cyrus. What he had told her left her with a big ache that slowly spread around her body in a tingling sensation. She had picked up on the bit that Cyrus hadn't liked to talk about his mother, and she was almost positive she was no longer living, but the way Cyrus had explained it made it seem horrible - and it was. Ashleigh couldn't even begin to find her words, it hurt so much. Her mouth formed to try to talk, but her mind didn't know what it wanted them to say. After what seemed like a little while of silence, Ash figured that Cyrus could use some comfort; she couldn't bear to see him like this. "It's okay to cry, she began to say, not caring how silly it sounded. "I'm the only one here, and I wouldn't tell anyone for the life of me."

[white deer]

"Ah, there's a point when crying does no good anymore." He made a small frown. "I mean what's done is done. No matter how we try there'll never be a spell to bring those from the dead. And it's no use crying over spilled milk I suppose. It's been eight years... I'm starting to get cried out quite honestly." He shrugged his shoulders, still looking disappointed. "Sorry for buggin' you about it..." He watched Dusty scurry around. "I mean... really... I loved her and I'll never stop missing her but.. I don't think crying does me much good, you know?"

[jet pack blues]

{ Ashleigh Claire Baxter }
{ sixth year } |{ hufflpuff } | { sixteen }
Ashleigh nodded her head, showing a sign that she understood Cyrus. He had a point, anyway. She still could barely believe how much he had been through in so little time! The thing that irked her was the fact that he didn't seem to have anyone there for him, and she though that nobody should have to do that. "You aren't bugging me," she interjected quickly, hoping to be clear with her intentions. Ash sunk further back into her chair, letting her white-blonde locks cascade down the back of the chair. "Perhaps crying doesn't do any good," she admitted, "but I know that chocolate does. As the girl stared up at the high ceiling, her body shakes gently with silent laughter at her own cheesy joke - it was her way of brightening up the situation just a little.

[Despondency.]

Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ Halley Rennie Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ

Halley narrowed her eyes. but then, like a lightbulb going 'ping', she recongised his voice. "Well. Why wouldn't I? Eat the hufflepuffs first, right?" She remembered, as they were walking to the carriages. Someone shouted that... Then he asked who said it. Perhaps he was insane. He didn't seem insane, but she had only spoken to him once for about 1 minute. Even after all this, she failed at being sneaky. Completely.

[stricklyspagetti]

Riker nodded. "Accio firebolt!" she said, holding up her wand. She waited and waited. Did it work? Then she felt a whoosh of air, and the firebolt siwrled around them and landed infront of them. "Okay Apollo." she said, and put him on the back. "I will go slow so he will stay on. Meet me in the infirmary." she said, and sung her leg over and kicked off the ground. Riker went pretty fast, but not as fast as she would in quidditch. She turned on her owl hearing and dodged anything she could hear coming. She whooshed up the stair case, and swirved around any objects.

Conner smirked, looking at his twirling wand. "So, why are you trying to be a Slytherin? Think Hufflepuff's are to lame after all these years?" he asked with a smirk. But, he really did want to know: Why was she acting like a Slytherin?

>>If you change that shes not a animagus, then accepted. All the spots for a special people are filled for Ravenclaw.<<

[maximum entropy]

name;;Artemis Athena Archer
nicknames;;she goes by her middle name {Athena}.
meaning;;Artemis is the goddess of the Moon, Hunting, and Chastity in Greek mythology, Athena was the goddess of Wisdom in Greek mythology, and Archer... I don't know.
which house is she in;;Ravenclaw
rank(s);;is seeker on the Quidditch team, as well as team captain.

age;;sixteen
year;;six
eye color;;hazel, with green surrounding the brown. She has flecks of gold surrounding her pupil.
hair color;;dark brown
skin tone;;pale
height;;rather short at five foot four
build;; short 'n' skinny
scars, birthmarks, etc;;a butterfly shaped birthmark on her right shoulder
body modifications;;just her ears are pierced
clothing style;;jeans and a tee-shirt, as well as tennis shoes or ballet flats. Neutral/dulled/cold colors. And of course, the Hogwarts uniform.

personality;;smart, intelligent, and wise are the biggest ones. She's also a very hard worker. She tends to overwork herself, and will often accidentally fall asleep in the middle of studying when she's been studying too hard, or it's really late. She's rather shy and tends to like to have others do the first bit of talking. She's very quiet, except for when answering a question. She's kind of socially awkward. She's also very honest, loyal, and kind. She never fails her few amount of friends.
wand;;ebony, fourteen inches, Pegasus feather core. Good for Charms and Transfiguration. Loyal only to it's first master.
fears|weaknesses;;her two big ones are spiders and heights. Oh, and failing a test.
strengths|skills;;test-taking and being smart

family;; her mother, Patricia (A muggle), and her father, Edward (A pureblood).
Crush;;N/A
Dating;;N/A

pets;;just a small white she-cat kitten named Snowflake
precious objects;;her broom, a Nimbus 2001 (it may not be the fastest broom in the world, but her skill easily takes over that), her sketchbook, and her agenda.
other;;nope