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Post by nicholastietzche on Dec 22, 2008 16:12:52 GMT -5
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Post by alegra bell on Dec 22, 2008 16:55:21 GMT -5
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Post by anouk bardoe on Dec 23, 2008 11:06:43 GMT -5
Name:: House:Job:Year:: Text Books::
Sub-Total:: Biographies::
Sub-Total:: Quidditch::
Sub-Total:: Gilderoy Lockhart::
Sub-Total:: Magical General::
Sub-Total:: Muggle General::
Sub-Total:: Quills::
Sub-Total:: Inks::
Sub-Total:: Parchment::
Sub-Total:: Notebooks::
Sub-Total:: Stationary Aids::
Sub-Total:: Art Supplies::
Sub-Total:: Muggle Supplies::
Sub-Total:: Sets::
Sub-Total::
Grand Total:: Vault::My Vault
link to my wish
Madame Maxime's Vault <<< ONLY IF APPROVED!!!
Was going to order books, and then decided to wait x)
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Post by deleciel on Dec 23, 2008 18:38:27 GMT -5
oh yeah, my old sig. I still have all of the ones the folks here made. =)
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HYO JOON NAM
Cossu First Year Cossu Prefect
Ewww, belly buttons have lint in them! ><
YOU'RE SO BAD TO ME *
Posts: 74
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Post by HYO JOON NAM on Dec 23, 2008 18:56:56 GMT -5
Hewwooo :] Kisa totally needs some cool [/u] and interesting plots around her whether they are friends-, enemies-, or lover related. SERIOUSLY! I need to get her alive somehow and only way to do that is to find a very interesting plot. Like... She needs ex's. I've always thought that she has had quite a few past relationships, but all of them has turned out... not so well. So therefore she believes that love is none sense and yadayadayaah... XD So if anyone wants to do that kind of plot... I mean being an ex, then that would be awesome :] We can either have it no chemistry at all, or still chemistry, or perhaps even enemies x.x I don't mind :] That's the only plot I have in mind right now ): But I am seriously pretty much fine with any kind of plot! Please suggest them <33 Of course we can think one together too :] ...and Kisa also needs a date for the dance o_o If anyone is interested XD [/size] [/blockquote] [/color] lol xP Was making Kisa's personal. -sweatdrop-
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Post by larabernard on Dec 23, 2008 20:11:59 GMT -5
i guess you are right. i'm afraid. i am afraid to put my guard down. i am afraid that if you know all that i am, you won't feel the same. and i'm afraid that one my barrier is defeated, and i'm comfortable, that you'll walk away. Copying something from a Facebook Bumper Sticker.
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Post by corinacorina on Dec 23, 2008 22:18:04 GMT -5
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lavina--etches
Rouerie First Year
I laugh at the face of danger and then I hide until it goes away c:
You only lose that which you cling to.
Posts: 162
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Post by lavina--etches on Dec 23, 2008 22:21:26 GMT -5
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Post by , scarlett bennet . on Dec 23, 2008 22:54:21 GMT -5
haha
..yeah, that's it. xDD
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Post by delesfleurs on Dec 23, 2008 23:41:37 GMT -5
While Sophie was occupied in completing her bird, everyone else had been taking part in class, whether if it was actually thinking about the words being repeated or performing the new spells. By the time the professor announced how proud she was of her students and asked who would go next, Sophie was done drawing, and looked up. "Dammit," Sophie swore. It looked as if everyone else had gone before her. "I should have payed more attention!" "I'll go!" Sophie said, raising her hand without thinking.
Before getting up, She observed everyone in the room then turned to her notes. It was just her imagination, but she felt that all eyes were on her. "Ohh! I'm no good at these!" Sophie moaned inwardly. She was thinking about yesterday's practice lesson with her sister. They had been working on yesterday's charms, the blue bell charm and
TL;DR. xD Oh yeah...I was moving to another page before finishing. Copy pasta
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Post by marieko2 on Dec 24, 2008 16:08:48 GMT -5
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Post by anouk bardoe on Jan 7, 2009 10:28:33 GMT -5
T [/font] he day was beginning to come to a close, which was perfectly fine with a certain young girl who attended Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. Anouk Bardoe had been up since dawn finishing homework before classes and trying to give her cat enough attention so that he wouldn't have the urge to shred any of her belongings later on in the day. It was how most of her days were, at least lately. Classes were always took a large portion of her time, and she also had prefect duties on top of everything else. For the past few weeks, she'd tried to keep as busy as possible, not returning to her dorm until later in the evening only to finish coursework and to go straight to bed afterward.A[/font] nouk, during her first few terms at the academy, had always tried to make time for other things. She did not like being strictly devoted to coursework, and had often put off doing it until a later date, doing other things such as visiting the stables, painting, drawing, and reading instead. Such things were undesirable now. If she allowed herself any more than twenty minutes of "do whatever" time during the day, her mind would wander...and it always wandered back to the same things. Things that Anouk simply couldn't think about. N[/font] ow, Anouk was not the type of person to simply just not deal with her problems, but she had too much on her mind, and her emotions had been put on the back burner. The Cossu had tests coming up in her classes, was the Godmother of her friend's child, held a prefects position, and would be turning seventeen rather soon, which was sort of an ordeal to her seeing as how it was equivalent to the muggle age of eighteen. If Anouk took any time to think about any of the things that had been racing through her mind a few weeks ago, she'd never be able to pull through and focus on the present. She'd begin to wallow, and she just couldn't, for she didn't have the time right now to constantly burrow in her bedsheets. Since the night was drawing to a close, Anouk was running through her routine: some prefect duties, homework, and then bed. She was currently walking through the corridors and hallways making sure everything was as it should be. She had just finished checking the towers and had decided that she'd pass through the forbidden corridor, since it seemed to hold a lot of appeal to many of the students. Taking a deep breathe, Anouk exhaled heavily, blinked slowly, and kept a steady pace. She hoped no one would be there, for she really wanted to get these duties over with for the night.The light in the forbidden corridor was substantially less than all of the others, causing Anouk to widen her eyes. For some reason, it took a while for her eyes to adjust to the light of this hallway, more so than any other dark place. She had sometimes wondered if there was some sort of charm that made it that way, in order to keep students from seeing things properly since it was a forbidden corridor, but it was just a "must be magic" excuse. A form of hypochondria, but on the magic level, you might say.As she walked further in, the slender girl could make out a silhouette on the ground, being cast by the oddly dim torches attached to the walls. Her eye lids drooped as she realized that there was someone in the hall. She didn't want to have to shoo people off tonight. "Okay.." she started, sighing into the word, and walked towards the shadow. "It's almost curfew, you really should..." and then she caught a glimpse of the persons face. "...get...going..."H[/font] er body suddenly felt like it was heavier than a trunk filled with lead, yet lighter than a feather at the same time. Not to mention it felt like the most gargantuan lump had formed in the back of her throat. Her hazel eyes met with his, and the colour...that piercing green... Her eyes stared into his, exploring parts of his face little by little. Even in the poorly lit hallway, Anouk felt like she was seeing him clearly, and when she tried to speak, all that came out was a choked, barely audible whisper.
"Oh my god..." [/blockquote] lol my post for Zero
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Post by micahlove on Jan 9, 2009 14:31:46 GMT -5
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Post by alegra bell on Feb 11, 2009 20:37:20 GMT -5
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Otis Barberis
Rouerie Third Year
We're so over we need a new word for over
Posts: 402
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Post by Otis Barberis on Mar 22, 2009 13:11:20 GMT -5
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