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[Leviathan007]

{So [pardon me if this is a stupid question] do they all literally meet at the forest? Like, how exactly do they join up?}

{{ no questions are stupid, dear! i know it might be a bit confusing, but at hogsmade, there will be a bit of a sign (i will roleplay it so that you all can follow the lead) to go to the forest back on the grounds of hogwarts. they will see each other there, and realize what the prophecy means. }}

{Ah! Thank you.}

[indefinite,]

{{ all done c: sorry it took so long. }}

тαɢѕ αɴyoɴe? }}. lucas & reyna.

ＭＩＳＳＹ ＡＢＥＲＣＲＯＭＢＩＥ．-----ʷᵉˡᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᶰᵉʷ ᵃᵍᵉˑ ----- ı ɟǝǝן ıʇ˙
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ｈｏｕｓｅ;; she is a loyal member to the
house of hufflepuff. she suits the title well,
being extremly loyal and hard working.

ｏｕｔｉｆｔ;; standard winter wear for
any girl at this time. pants, a white long
sleeve shirt, a pair of brown boots, brown
leather jacket, and blue scarf.

ｍｏｏｄ;; quite amused, to be truthful.
she finds lucas's sudden, childish appearnce
to give her a bit of laughter.

ｃｒｕｓｈ;; nobody. absolutly nobody. she
prefers to have guys swoon over her rather
than her swoon over guys. she knows she's
attractive and isnt the least bit ungrateful.

ｄｏｉｎｇ;; she was headed to her
sister's room to talk when lucas swooped
by and caught her attention. she's talking
to him now.

-----i was drifting in thousands of memories, them transforming themselves into newer versions; better or worse, whatever my mind had in store for me. tonight, it was worse, just as they had been for the past month or so now."the festive activities have begun, so watch as all of the students cheer & run. no one yet understands which thing they'll soon be running from. meet them all by the forest to find which one. good luck and happy holidays, to my niece." the senders were never the same. in my first dream, it had been my aunt from my father's side of the family. i was never close to my father, and resented his side of the family so, and i guess whoever sent the message to me understood this the third time i recieved it and understood why i had no answer, because the next time i got it it came from my uncle on my mother's side of the family. i'd taken immediate action. i'd drowned myself in black font on a white page in the library, even missing classes on occassion. something was different about this dream.
-----i normally had recurring dreams - didn't everbody? - and they were just as strange as this one, even throwing in a couple dead relatives before as well. however, my dreams consistently held a sense of fantasy within them or something so obscure i knew it was never to happen, but this dream meantioned the festive activities, and they were already in the present, happening currently and all around us. i fact, i could hear the screaming and laughter from below through the thick, stone walls. didn't anyone know the meaning of sleep? it was like seven in the morning. and just like that, the dream vanished from my thoughts.
-----i rolled over from where i lay, prodded by what i could already guess was my wand and spellbook. i recoiled immediatly in fear of ruining either one of them. i throwing aside my covers in an unmannerly fashion, the door to my room swung open, scarlet and perry, the closest thing you could ever have as friends, in the doorway.
----- "well what do you know, scar. miss 'never miss out on hogsmade' herself is still in bed, sleeping. what is people always say? take your own advice?" perry had a peculiar way about herself. her mannerisms were like drugs, so addictive and compelling it makes you feel like you want to follow her. her small face was tilted south, thin lips in a teasing way acorss her nimble face. her freckles apon her pale face underscored her fern green eyes, inviting tease and play to the conversation, and blonde feverishly curly locks highlighting the wild side of her. there was never anything mild mannered about her, and that was why she was so addictive, towards other girls as friends, and towards guys as play things. which was why she took so much effort to be around. she was... alot to take in, her bountiful self, but her livliness always showed you the up side. beside her, scarlet rolled her eyes, imeediatly switching off the playful tone.
----- "up late studing again? why don't you just go to class instead of staying in the library all day catching up? it's easier that way, you know, but hopefully by the time we get back from break the dreams will have gone. scarlet took a little less work. she was a little more quiet yes, but she had her own moments of sparkling insanity, but for the most part she was as calm and collected as i, as hard of a worker as i, and that type of true friend you only heard about in books or saw in movies. she as a whole looked as soft and welcoming as her personality, light brunette hair as straight as her goals and beliefs of succeeding, hazel eyes gentle whenever she spoke. it was enough to make you want to tell her everything. this was why i had been so drawn to her when i first met her as my roommate, her and perry. true, i had alot of friends back in the human world, and i was well known by many here, but these guys were the equivilant friends for me and i
----- "dream? wha dream? i've heard nothing about a dream, missy. spill the stew before i spill you." perry was close to me, yes, - i've known her the longest - but i never liked to tell her everything, for this exact vocal moment of hers. she never took a liking to thinking before she spoke.
-----"just some wierd dream i keep having, per. dont think about it. i'm trying not to.i could feel a light, pleading gaze on me as i dug through the drawers on my dresser, searching for clothes. glancing over my shoulder, the gaze belonged to scarlet, sorry written all over them. i waved it away like it was nothing, showing her apology was accepted. perry took it as waving away the subject.
-----"fine, don't talk to me about it. i'll just sit here, all by my lonesome, wondering why my best friend won't tell me crap."
-----i surpressed a small smile, aggrivation clearly forgotten as i rolled my eyes playfully."i'm trying to get dressed, here. unless you guys wanna stay for the show, turn your backs."and with that, the tension ended. just like that. i've been told i'm good at being a neutral self, staking no claim on anyone and never allowing a claim to be staked apon me. its been said that i was easy to be around, playful when wanted, cautious when needed, and stern when required. i've also noticed myself as a bit of a people person. unlike the rest of my family, i thrive of interaction with others and greatly require it for my sanity. i guess thats why everone greets me in the hallway, everyone knows my name, and i reply. to care too much of what others think about me to blow anyone off. after all, how others see you defines you as you.
-----and we were on our way to hogsmade. the weather outside the hufflepuff house was chilly; wasnt it always before christmas break? it numbed the tips of my fingers and my nose, and i could already feel the flush in my cheeks arriving in efforts to warm my freezed face. i stuffed my hands into my jacket pockets, scuffled my brown boots apon the icy ground, and bustled my way between my roommates. they didnt seem to react in anyway, allowing me the turn of having them block the wind. perry kept about her chatter, seeming as if the cold dint bother her the slightest bit; it probably didnt. she lived in alaska, where she would be leaving home for tomorrow morning. and scarlet? she wasnt used to the cold, growing up in california and all. she had worn her warmest clothes the other day, now wearing something that wouldnt nearly keep her as warm as she should. she was shivering profoundly. i made her take an extra turn at walking in the center. i wasnt leaving hogwarts like they were. when i'd learned from my mother than reyna was staying, i felt obligated to stay as well. she shouldnt be here alone; i knew that, and with reyna shunning my mother just as i shunned my father, i felt as it it were my job to play the motherly role. as we walked, the constant "goodbye!" "have a great break!" "merry christmas!" "happy hogsmade!" and me replying kept me distracted from my dream, but it still rendered in the back of my mind someplace. it wasnt until lucas approached, a fellow hufflepuff, that it had all dissapeared. it was unfortunate he had stopped us where there was no cover from the snow; it rained down endlessly apon my mahogany hair, dappling it and as i fretted, flattening it. his words were warming, however, so i wasnt too upset. he brought a smile to my face, or was it perry's commentary?
-----"are you crazy? it's freezing out here! this isnt nice weather, lucas! are you mental?" so maybe she was just as cold, but she sure didnt show it.
----- i shook my head at perry, letting out a light laugh. i shoved her away playfully. "oh, stop antagonizing, would you? yes, lucas. it's nice weather. too bad im not as used to it as i should be. i prefer the warm weather, though. i like keeping all my fingers." i pulled my hands from my coat pocket and examined them. no gloves and they were a bit on the purple side, my fingertips. i stuffed them back in immediatly. and then, in came reyna.
----- "hey, it's the little crombie!" perry exclaimed, never bothing to call her by her name or full last name. its was playful though, never meant for harm.
-----i narrowed my eyes at my sister, growing worried. she had a bit of a desperate expression on her face, and it froze me more than the winter weather was. i looked down at her. she was only a year younger than i and still, i felt as if she relied on me for everything. i'd wanted to talk to her anyways, about staying at hogwarts with her. i nodded my head at her question. "yeah, sure. sorry guys, i'll meet you at hogsmade in a bit." i said to perry and scarlet, they shrugging and going baout their way. "cya around lucas."
-----i pulled her aside from the dispersing group, crossing my arms across my chest. it felt warmer, each nimble arm wrapped around the other. "what's up? oh, hey. mom said you're staying here for break. i told her im staying too. the rules will be less harsh; we could bunk in eachothers rooms at night. fun, right?" i stopped. the loom in her eyes told me that that wasnt what she had wanted to hear. "what is it, rey?"

[without a doubt ♥]

ｌｕｃａｓ

ｂａｉｌｅｙ

ａｔｋｉｎｓ

december twentieth. there were many times for laughter and joy, and seemingly this time wouldn't be the most accurate. after all, with the dreams haunting behind his trail, lucas probably shouldn't of felt obligated to... but somehow, the hufflepuff did. was it his house sorting or just a mere joke made out of the topic of conversation?weather. how fitting. complaining about something so stupid would be pointless. anything said negative towards a subject will be completely ignored unless it completely affects the being you are talking about or to. this time, it obviously didn't so a forced chuckle was needed. even though the dream hadn't bothered him at first, it continually grew into more and more fear. what had kindled the raging fire again was reyna's sudden appearance. worried- it seemed. about what, though? "you're one to talk, perry!" he teased, sticking out his tongue to the girl who had proclaimed he was acting retarded. listening politely to the rest of the small conversation between the girls and trying not to be a crowd, he tucked himself away while nodding in acknowledgment to their farewells. raising his hand and giving it a small swoop he turned around and started to scale the snow-laden ground, purposely making his foot-falls crisp and quick.


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a captivating organism to watch develop through all stages of it's life is a butterfly. simple, yet brilliant. the flick of color that is caught in the peripheral vision of a human contains a real life behind the specimen that is taken for granted. such a beautiful look, but taken by granted every day to those who get to see them. at times in life, everything can seem so dark that even the butterfly's colorful wings cannot cheer someone up. trying to force such happiness into one's life is a dangerous attempt, since if someone isn't willing to seek the happiness they need so much, there is little point in trying to tempt them to wish to. because, quite simply, they cannot. they cannot see past their own cloud of miserable judgment, and won't ever want to let go of that comfortable sadness that hangs over their heads. it is to frighting, it is too unknown for them to venture into. quite similar to the metamorphosis of a slimy, green, caterpillar into a gracefully-winged butterfly. it is dark inside of that comforting cocoon, where nothing can hurt you. too self-consumed to even notice about the other things in life... but if you never break out, how can you find that you will turn into something beautiful? you can't, that's the only truthful answer.

butterflies are very rare during the winter, since this is usually the time they either die off or transform into something beautiful. winter is the season of new life; a clean slate for you to splatter with life's problems and ideas and attempts of trying to survive them. perhaps that is why it is lucas's favorite time of year. a great starting point to try something new and not be afraid to make a mistake. a time to let go of anything that you have held onto so dearly, and transform into a butterfly, so-to-speak.

almost trailing off from the large crowd of students, luke suddenly steered himself back onto the trodden path so that his thoughts wouldn't consume him once more. this was something that he had a habit of falling into; thoughts. never dared to take action, even though deep down it was time to. after all, winter is the best season for such a thing, isn't it? the bitter cold wasn't a great asset to the winter, but it helped feeling more comfortable while walking into the Three Broomsticks and letting the heat wafer onto his cold lips. licking them softly, to get the small amount of frost that had gathered there, he spotted dallas and phillip, whom he liked to call close friends. they had always been there for him, no matter what. very nice and naturally a welcoming presence had always seemed to surround them; acting almost the same, being twins and all. calling out a small greeting, lucas waved his hand, taking off his scarf and mittens. some small puffs of snow fell from them, already melting before they hit the ground.

"hey, luke!" dallas called, motioning to a seat next to the two and some familiar hufflepuff faces as well as a few friendly ravenclaws. "hey," he spoke back in greeting, taking the seat gratefully and rubbing his red hands together as if to gather warmth before shoving them back into his pockets. "i heard that dallas has got the hots for this one slytherian-" phillip laughed, playfully shoving him on the shoulder. turning a bright shade of red, dallas shoved him back. "how about christmas? you guys excited?" he asked, immediately changing the topic of conversation. there was a pause as quite a few laughs were exchanged around the group, obviously knowing which girl. with a chuckle, luke answered phillip's sudden question. "of course! are you both going to stay for the break, or go back to your parents?" this came off more timid that he had hoped. after a long debate with his parents, luke decided to stay at hogwarts for the holday season. his parents had wanted him to come home and spend time with them, but there was more time for that during the summer holidays. in all truth, luke was more of an introvert than an extrovert so it was time for him to have all of his wonderful ideas heard for once in his life. what a better opportunity than this? no studying, no assignments. just other people and him. the perfect setting; a fool-proof plan!

"nah, man, nah. i think it'd be better to go home then stay here for once." phillip said lamely, looking towards dallas. nodding in agreement, the two young men sighed heavily. "my mum is really missing both of us, ever since dad got ill from that new disease going through. we need to come back to comfort her... at least for this christmas." dallas added, shrugging. nodding in agreement, lucas sighed. "today is your last day, then?" laughing, phillip spoke almost as soon as luke could get the words out of his mouth. "of course! we couldn't miss hogsmeade, could we?" laughing, he tipped his glass a bit, tracing the edge with his forefinger. looking longingly towards the half glass of butterbear, luke called over a server and ordered the same beverage. that was one thing you couldn't possibly go to hogsmeade without- butterbear. the most wonderful and frothy drink there was available. turned almost any dark day into a light one with merely a single sip. the best cure for any sadness, his mother had always told him.

after finishing his drink, luke wrapped his bright yellow striped scarf around his neck once more and headed out the door wishing to have some time alone to process all of his thoughts. the festive activities have begun, so watch as all of the children cheer and run. he had recited the lines of the short prophecy so many times that they were in-scripted in his memory. this first line was really obvious. it meant that christmas break had begun and there were a lot of activities to do. at home, he had watched on the streets as the neighbor's children danced alongside their enchanted snowmen and threw snowballs while having an absolute blast. it wasn't that hard to decipher. no one yet understands what they'll soon be running from. what, though, would anyone need to run from at this time of year? it was full of so much cheer and festivities, and so soon after voldemort was vanished? it must be impossible, but if the prophecy was revealed to be true, that meant that lucas would need to find the key to unlock the secret of what people should be in fear of. how to do that, though? meet them all by the forest to find which one. meet whom by the forest was the exact question. them? well, thank you grandpa for being obvious! i mean, couldn't they at least give a clue to who they had to meet and which forest it was? the most obvious answer would be the forbidden forest, in which no hogwart student was eligible to go into... but where would they all meet? lucas had no idea. good luck and happy holidays to my grandson! that was simple enough, just wishing him luck on such a quest and reinforcing the idea that it is on christmas break.

coming back into reality, he realized that a figure across the snowy street was motioning for him to come over. without thinking, still captivated in trying to figure out the prophecy's meaning, he followed the figure behind all of the various restaurants and shops. it was too late before he knew what exactly hit him. a log, a wand, a stick? whatever it was, all that luke could process was that it hurt very bad and the world turned black for the first time in his life.

[without a doubt ♥]

{ so basically, if you all want to roleplay yourselves getting knocked out and dragged to the meeting spot, be my guest. }

[OrangeNeon]

Looking quietly out the window at a snowly landscape, Aiden sipped quietly on a butterbeer. He sighed, and wished his friends had been able to come. Sadly, they were laden down with homework. Aiden, however, had managed to finish early. He still wasn't sure why'd he come though, he was bored out of his mind. It'd be more fun to roam the lonesome, empy halls of Hogwarts, then to sit here alone.
Deciding he'd better head back, Aiden got to his feet and lazily pushed in his chair. Not sure where he was going to go, probably Hogwarts, he turned and headed into the snow outside. A rush of freezing air hit his face, causing him to grimace from the cold. He wrapped his scarf tighter around him, and trudged on. A moment later, he felt something hit the back of his head with a thump. The world went black.

((Sorry for short post, have to go.))

[carrie dee.]

{ Hey guys. I'm going out of town for about 4 days starting today, and there's little to no chance of me posting. I'm sorry for not getting to you sooner, but I just wanted to warn you all.

@deffs - Just say that Reyna. . . walked away? Ugh, I don't know. She got knocked out and brought to the place, I guess.

I'm sorry again and will see you guys when I get back! }

[Leviathan007]

C H A R L E Y
House: Ravenclaw
Crush: None
Mood: Drunk
Status: Knocked Out
Wardrobe: Here
"We chase misprinted lies
We face the path of time
And yet I fight
And yet I fight
This battle all alone
No one to cry to
No place to call home."

Charley finished his drink, bidding the bartender a Merry Christmas, and left a handsome tip for the nice man. Then went on his way, surveying the crowd which occupied the restaurant with a cool stare, wondering if any of these people looked familiar, but was disappointed with a sea of insignificant faces, none of which batted an eye in his direction. A storm of laughs, smiles and chortles overwhelmed him, cursing him with a dreadful headache. He stumbled and leaned against the counter for support. Was he bloody drunk?! He couldn't walk back to Hogwarts in this condition. But he had not choice. None of his friends were here to assist him, and he dared not ask a stranger of such a trying task. His forehead was sweaty, his hair stuck to his skin, and he was convinced of delirium. A man in black waited just outside the Hogsmeade door, he seemed to be staring right at Charley, although it was hard to tell. He wondered if this person wished to aid him in his time of need. Should he risk it? What if this man's intentions were not at all friendly? In his intoxicated state, this hardly seemed as a pressing concern. Instead, he followed his gut, and walked {or staggered, more like} to the exiting door. And before he fell, the man in black caught him, whispering something under his breath, pulling him outside to an alley. Where he then delivered a stunning blow to Charley's head, the pain was enough to make him cry, but he did not have the chance to, because then the world went dark...

[skyl_er]

| name |
tonia bailey
[ prononced: tanya ]

| nick name |
toni

| age |
fifteen

| gender |
female

wip. wip.wip :D

[carrie dee.]

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[without a doubt ♥]

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@penguin; accepted~ }}