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 Posted: Fri Jul 27, 2007 8:18 pm
Sean stumbled to his seat at the house table, no one had acknowledge him. He sulked in his seat as the headmaster made announcements.
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Posted: Fri Jul 27, 2007 8:19 pm
((What house are you in?))
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Posted: Fri Jul 27, 2007 8:25 pm
Name:Monteagueo Griffin. Year:1 Personality:Monteagueo is shy but very friendly.His favorite thing to do is read. Appearance:  Bio:Monteagueo came to hogwarts because his family left. Type of wand:10 inch wand woth Pheonix feather core. House:Griffendor Perfect or no?:No.
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Posted: Fri Jul 27, 2007 8:27 pm
Monteagueo Name:Monteagueo Griffin. Year:1 Personality:Monteagueo is shy but very friendly.His favorite thing to do is read. Appearance: Bio:Monteagueo came to hogwarts because his family left. Type of wand:10 inch wand woth Pheonix feather core. House:Griffendor Perfect or no?:No. Ok, that's nice, but shadowtrust has the final say.
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Posted: Fri Jul 27, 2007 8:28 pm
ok.PM me what he says because when he comes back on I'll probobly be off.
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Posted: Fri Jul 27, 2007 8:34 pm
((Woah.......I missed quite a bit. eek
I've noticed how many people are signing up.....and how many out of them aren't posting at all. Strange.
So, are we still on the train, or at Hogwarts? Cause half the people are talking as if on the train, and hte opposite for the other half.))
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Posted: Fri Jul 27, 2007 8:35 pm
((Now we are in the Great Hall watching First Years get sorted))
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Posted: Fri Jul 27, 2007 10:02 pm
(is very confused about where she should bring herself in.
"can someone else bring me in cuz i am really confused...")
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Posted: Fri Jul 27, 2007 10:14 pm
((We are in the Great Hall, watching First Years get sorted))
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Posted: Fri Jul 27, 2007 10:24 pm
Sat at the Slytherin table not even listening to the Headmaster, desperately searching for a familiar face, that she knew she wouldn't find. Kida blowed her flaming red hair out of her face and waited for the headmaster to finish talking. she watched the ceiling, she knew from reading, Hogwarts A history that it was bewitched to look like the sky above. the sky was as bleak as her attitude....
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Posted: Fri Jul 27, 2007 10:29 pm
Neville was watching the headmaster, Potter, speaking. He was good friends with the Potters. He remembered all the good times he had here. He remembered tea with Hagrid, with all the friends he made. Hagrid was sitting at the far end of the table, his beard very grey, waving at Durey. Durey waved back.
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Posted: Fri Jul 27, 2007 10:31 pm
Kida had begun to wish that she had chozen Gryffindor, and been like the many Weasley's before her. All of the slytherins were giving her dark dissaproving looks. she combed her hair over her face with her hand, hiding the silent tears that rolled down...
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Posted: Fri Jul 27, 2007 10:34 pm
Durey looked over to the Slytherin table and saw Kida. Wasn't she a relative of Potter, the headmaster? He thought that she was.
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Posted: Fri Jul 27, 2007 10:44 pm
Kida sat there still, listening to the snickers of the Slytherins around her. She caught little snips of what they were saying.
"...stupid Weasley.."
"....probably as dumb as her no good father Ronald..."
"...doesn't even have the dignity to look up..."
"...disgraceful..."
Kida bit her tongue and silently stepped up from the table and exited the Great Hall. She ran blindly, not even bothering to look where she was going until she realized she was outside. She was at what used to be Hagrid's old hut. She remembered old stories her father, Ronald, used to tell her. About the great harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, whom her dad had grown up with. And the muggle born Hermione Granger, she was the smartest witch Ron had ever known, or so he said. She looked out into the Forbidden Forest, longingly. She had always dreamed of going down to the lake, running alongside the Centaur herd, learning how to speak Mermish, soaring between the trees on her very own Firebolt....
She flopped down on the ground, staring out at the trees, the tears slowly stopping.
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