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    1. Dahlia Hawthorne 11 yrs ago

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7 yrs ago
Current I HAVE NO MOUTH BUT I MUST SCREAM
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10 yrs ago
SERA = WIFE PERFECTION

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Ahhh! I love DA! I was waiting for something like this to come along! I hope it's still open!
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Mimi


Mimi lifted an eyebrow and Oliver and let out a snort. "You know me. Papers aren't my thing. I got a Ravenclaw on it right now. They better hurry up, too." She said bitterly, taking a vicious bite out of a blueberry muffin. Oliver had been her partner for many different things, and even though she still hated that attitude he always carried with him, he was withstand-able. The reason Mimi believed they were partnered up so often was because she refused to cooperate with anyone else in the school, or they were too afraid to go near her. "You gonna stand around looking stupid or are you going to si-" Her hissing was cut off as he sat down, and she huffed and continued to tear into her food.
Mimi


Mimi grumbled and rolled over in her bed. She didn't want to get up yet, that was for damn sure. With a mumble and a sigh however, she lifted herself up onto her feet, and stretched. "Ugh..." She said, quickly and lazily getting herself dressed in her student's robes. The things were too baggy for her tastes, if she could wear a simple t-shirt and jeans she sure as hell would. But of all things, she had to stay in school. If she got kicked out, that would be no more Quidditch, AND she'd have to go home as well.

She stumbled out of Syltherin common room, ignoring or glaring at anyone who was in her way. When she got to the great hall, of course there were people everywhere, scrambling to eat. Mimi walked over to the Slytherin table, and sat down. She still wasn't fully awake, so she was even more irritable than usual. She grabbed food and began to eat.

Claudius


Claudius sat merrily at his table in the great hall, stirring his breakfast around with a spoon, staring off into the ceiling. It was quite a nice ceiling, though he couldn't exactly place why they needed to have candles floating around. Surely they'd provide more light at ground level? Granted, there were candles at ground level. Then why do they have them in the sky? Do the ghosts eat up there? It didn't seem very likely, but then again, it could be likely. He was excited to begin teaching a class full of students, ready and willing to learn about the stars and the galaxy. He felt he would get along with a lot of these students. He thought a lot. He continued to think about the usefulness and purposefulness of the candles.
Corsca walked out onto deck, yawning and stretching. It would take a lot more than some horn to wake her up from deep sleep. She had her mace lazy dragged behind her, as she observed the people scattering around on deck. She almost wanted to chuckle, but she still had the grogginess from waking up dragging her down. She yawned instead, her messy hair fluffing up in all directions, anyone who tried to criticize her would be swiftly dealt with anyways. "Morning." She grumbled, running a hand across her eyes, damn, she should just go back to sleep.
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