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 Posted: Thu Sep 28, 2023 2:45 am
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Posted: Thu Sep 28, 2023 4:05 am
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Posted: Thu Sep 28, 2023 7:49 pm
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Kasamir Aloysius Patrovna
Unsorted │ First Year │ Eleven Years Old │ Single
“Oh, I think it could be fun for the both of us, and like I said, I like solving puzzles,” said Kasamir agreeably, and then he chuckled at her confusion, and how they didn’t have a dog since her mother had allergies. “Knowing where the dog is buried’ is a figure of speech, it means knowing something usually best left buried; it sounds better in Russian,” he said good-naturedly. When she mentioned how she had nightmares in English, just thinking about his own was enough to summom a flickering of flames at the edges of his consciousness; flames he knew if looked for them straight-on wouldn’t be there.
He repressed a shudder as he banished those images to the darkest corner of his mind that he could. “Oh, I have nightmares, and they’re most definitely in Russian, and I’m not big on causing trouble. Troublemakers draw the wrong sort of attention, and I don’t wish for my aunt to have to come here to have words with the Headmaster about me,” He didn’t mention that his Aunt Faina was an Auror, “So far, things between us are pretty good; I’d rather not throw a spanner in it.’
When Emily turned to the subject of Houses, he thought it odd she’d gotten so little of an explanation, after all she came from here. He had an excuse; he’d just got off the proverbial boat, well, Portkey, but still and all… “Doesn’t sound like he had much chance to let you in on things. I don’t know what sort of House I’d like to be Sorted into…hmmm, suppose they could use a draft system like the Americans have recruiting new footballers. A House that values being ambitious and clever? I could get behind that, ‘specially if they like problem-solvers. Maybe we’ll be in the same House.”
 I'm not afraid of getting older, I'm one less day from dying young
I see the light go past my shoulder, I'm one less day from dying young
I see my life, Like a train with a one-way track
I've made mistakes, And I couldn't take 'em back
And I've been runnin' 'round in circles, 'Til I'm dizzy, I can't lie
But every night I go to sleep's, A day that I survive |
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Posted: Sat Sep 30, 2023 7:26 am
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I'm high—
I'm from outer space
I got Milky Way for blood; evolution in my veins
I'm gone—
I've been far away
I'mma lumineer now
I make moves, start waves
𝖧𝗎𝖿𝖿𝗅𝖾𝗉𝗎𝖿𝖿 𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗋𝖽 𝖸𝖾𝖺𝗋 ♢ 𝖮𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖲𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋 ♢ 𝖠𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗎𝗋 𝖠𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗎𝗍
. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ Su blinked in surprise as both boys basically guaranteed them spots in both of their families feeling overwhelmed at their generosity. She doesn't like speaking of her family outside her sisters, something she surmises a few friends have picked up on, so for them to do so like this really was really touching. Not really able to find the words other than a soft "thanks guys", the appearance of the sweets trolley thankfully put a pin in that conversation and the group found others to speak of while eating.
Finally though, they pulled into the station, Lewis was excited to get to the carriages so they could finally have dinner while Nic complained that the whole journey took way too long for no reason. "It's probably tradition. Witches and wizards are big on tradition I'm noticing." the puff added with a slight shrug. They turned to ask Lewis his opinion but was met by a scrunched almost pained look on his face and his ears covered. She looked around wondering what could've brought this on when she remembered the whistle and then his condition making her feel like an absolute t**t.
She also really didn't want to talk directly to him in case it made things worse. Looking around, she finally spotted a familiar face in the crowd and after excusing herself, went jogging over to Sierra before pulling her back with very stilted and rushed BSL explaining the situation. Lewis probably wouldn't like all the fuss but they really wanted to make sure he was good or if they needed the matron. Sierra, for the most part, didn't seem too worried. She gave Lewis a small grin and began signing slowly to him asking-from what Su understood-how his summer was, how much paint he went through, and if he napped on the train like she had.
I don't swim or sink; I just float
I don't need gravity; I just need growth (woah)
When I move,, it's an earthquake rumble
I will never, ever fall; never stumble
And I don't need to be humble
Break down walls, like Jericho, crumble
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Cinnabun Gryffie Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Sep 30, 2023 12:48 pm
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xx✯ Wʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀᴍ I? Hogsmeade
xxx✯ Wʜᴏ ɪs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ? Su, Nic, & Sierra
xxxx✯ Wʜᴀᴛ's ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ? It's so busy
xxxxx✯ Wʜᴀᴛ'ʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs? Good thing I didn't need to see
Lewis wasn't sure what to think when Nic said that if he were deaf, he'd try to avoid people knowing too. "I get where you're coming from, but I think it's just another facet of life, innit? Like. My little cousin, Meallan. He's deaf, but has those implant hearing aid doo-dads. He's really good at reading lips though, so signing isn't a requirement, but we all still do. But just like having dark hair or being tall or... or whatever... it's just part of who a person might be." He shrugged, not really sure why it would be a big secret thing. If you needed help, all you had to do was ask... or at least so in his experience.
While discussing family members, Nic tried to argue it was different because they didn't have to take art, but had to take his aunt's class. "I mean. I have to take art, Aunt Tanna's expecting me. Plus, what am I gonna do, not take art? No way. But, I understand, too. Hopefully it'll all be easy-breezy for you." Hopefully a word of encouragement would help, or perhaps make things worse... but hopefully better. Lewis hadn't ever been good with helpful advice (at least, according to his sibs), and he knew he really was his dad's kid. According to Mom, Dad was quite good at saying the wrong thing and making situations real bad.... Hopefully Lewis wouldn't turn out like that...
Once they made it to the platform, Nic said he was just ready for bed. Everything took so long, and Lewis had to agree. "I think you're allowed to floo here and just meet up with the group. I've seen some others do that. 'Less you get Prefect, then you gotta ride the train." He nodded, before the train whistles took away his vision and temporarily scrambled his brains around. Su ran off, coming back with Sierra, who sent over a grin. Well, at least she wouldn't mess with his already technicolor vision. Watching her hands move, he was able to focus, taking some of the colors out as his brain honed in. He raised his hands, then started signing back, matching her slowed pace. "Oh, it was just grand. I practiced BSL with my dad and my aunt, so now I'm almost as good as you. I used a lot of paint, got grounded three times because of the mess. And I did not nap, we spent it chatting. But after the feast, I plan to sleep like a brick. How are you, this fine, colorful day?" He liked Sierra, because even though she was deaf, he could describe all the sounds around them in swirls of color, in painted galaxies with all the colors of conversation. It was hard to explain to others, since they could hear, and he definitely couldn't explain his colors with other synesthesiacs, since all they'd do is argue over color and pattern. But Sierra... and Meallan too, seemed to understand, if not enjoy, his bizarre descriptors of the colorful world in his brain.
{{Wearing :: Uniform, Yellow Hoodie, Cat-Backpack}}
Tʜᴇʏ'ʀᴇ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ᴛʀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴄʟɪᴘ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡɪɴɢs
Lᴏᴄᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ᴜᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ sɪɴɢ
Bᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʟʟ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴄᴀɢᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍs sᴏ ғʟʏ ᴀᴡᴀʏ
Cᴀᴜsᴇ ᴡᴇ'ᴠᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ᴛᴏᴍᴏʀʀᴏᴡ, ᴡᴇ'ʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀɢᴇs ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴᴅ
Wᴇ'ᴠᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ᴛᴏᴍᴏʀʀᴏᴡ, ᴡᴇ'ʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴀʟᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʟɪᴇs ᴡɪᴛʜɪɴ
Tʜᴇʀᴇ's ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴅᴀʏ, ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ɴɪɢʜᴛ
A ʙɪᴛᴛᴇʀsᴡᴇᴇᴛ ʙʟᴇssɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴅɪsɢᴜɪsᴇ
Tᴏᴍᴏʀʀᴏᴡ, ᴡᴇ'ʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀs ᴏғ ᴏᴜʀ ʟɪᴠᴇs, ᴛᴏᴍᴏʀʀᴏᴡ
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