Ramzzy Radulescu
Slytherin
7th Year
I know I'm not perfect... but I'm so close it scares me.
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Post by Ramzzy Radulescu on Oct 10, 2011 20:49:00 GMT -5
Charity rolled her eyes as the prefect meeting broke apart. She was the first one to escape out the door and walked down the train towards where the Slytherins always sat.
Looking in different compartments she noted many were taken. With a sigh she threw open a door where three first years sat.
"Out!" She growled and watched as they scurried away. Charity threw her backpack onto the floor and took a seat near the window. Pulling out her new potions textbook she started reading, waiting for the train to start it's slow rickety way to Hogwarts.
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Post by eileen on Oct 11, 2011 16:43:44 GMT -5
Every compartment was nearly filled. She grumbled as she made her way to the end of the train. One compartment was opened and she'd hoped she'd gotten lucky. A sigh of disspointment escaped her lips when she saw Anderson sitting there already. She looked around, maybe she could find somewhere else to sit. But the train was already moving and she needed to sit down.
"Can I sit here?" she asked, thinking there would be no harm done just by asking.
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Ramzzy Radulescu
Slytherin
7th Year
I know I'm not perfect... but I'm so close it scares me.
Posts: 718
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Post by Ramzzy Radulescu on Oct 11, 2011 17:42:44 GMT -5
Charity looked up from her textbook and slammed it closed on a scowl. She shoved it into her bag roughly and pulled out her muggle IPod.
"Do whatever you want." She growled as she put her headphones in.
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Post by eileen on Oct 12, 2011 15:57:08 GMT -5
Eileen rolled her eyes sitting down across from her and on the far side of the seat. She was glad the train ride was only a few hours long, then she'd be at Hogwarts. She took out a rather large book, the new edition of potions making in the 21st century.
She looked up at Anderson wondering why a slytherin would have something made by muggles. Didn't slytherin's hate muggles?
She shrugged before opening her book to the first page, hoping reading would make the trip seem shorter.
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Post by victoria0rose on Oct 12, 2011 20:49:14 GMT -5
Victoria sighed as she walked down the compartments. None were open but one. Figures, she thought as she opened the door to find another Ravenclaw, and Anderson, a Slytherin she had only heard about. "Are there any seat left here?" she asked, hoping the disapointment in her voice wasn't clear.
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Ramzzy Radulescu
Slytherin
7th Year
I know I'm not perfect... but I'm so close it scares me.
Posts: 718
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Post by Ramzzy Radulescu on Oct 15, 2011 16:07:13 GMT -5
"Blasted Ravenclaws thinking that I actually care what they do. Just make yourself at home because I just LOVE you Ravenclaws!" Charity said as she finally looked up at the two. "Bloody Ravenclaws!" She shuffled around in her bag as her phone started blaring Lady Gaga, some muggle artist.
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Post by victoria0rose on Oct 15, 2011 18:00:22 GMT -5
Victoria looked at the girl who was playing Lady Gaga. "Okay then..." she trailed. She took her IPod out as well, but played a completely different band, Black Veil Brides. She sighed as she let the screamo band take over her listening. She closed her eyes in order to make it look like she was asleep.
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Post by sydneycollins on Mar 27, 2012 23:18:32 GMT -5
A knock could be heard on the compartment door before it slid open to reveal a small girl. She appeared to be completely lost and her over-sized robes gave her an almost child like appearance. Her black hair covered part of her face and her large eyes were shy. The girl's hands were barely visible as they held onto the door. "Um, hello." No one responded, and instead they looked at her, wondering what she was doing, standing by the door. "Well, all the other compartments are full you see, and I have been able to find any of my other friends..." Her voice trailed off. Her eyes began to waver as well, becoming more and more nervous as she stood awkwardly. Noticing that she still did not receive any verbal response, she attempted a different approach. Her words were muffled by her robe as she pressed up against her mouth as she spoke. "My name's Sydney. Sydney Collins..."
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