Morte Angelis

Hogwarts' Next Generation

I'll be catching up on posts today. Yesterday consisted of me at work with less sleep than I wanted because I lost my phone, and a rather persistent headache; so I'm going to sleep for a while and shake off the lingering pain in my head.

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@TalijaKey

I've got everything figured out and will PM you soon!

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@TalijaKey

Chilly is okay sometimes!

I'll figure something out for you by the end of today.

P.S. I'm so glad that I have wednesday and thursday off.

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@Musoka

I didn't mean to go post crazy. I just meant that a few back to back posts is alright.

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@Argetlam350@Musoka@Silent Observer

I'm actually not bothered by a lot of posting. It makes me happy that the idea brings forth so much creativity, and I love reading all of your posts.

On a side note, I had the day from hell and lost my phone ( someone luckily found it ), so I need sleep.

Hogwarts' Next Generation

@RavenTLark

" It would probably ruin all of the fun if you get picked as a Prefect in your 5th year. I can tell you that one of our jobs is to escort the first years to the dorms. The Gryffindor's are my responsibility again this year, and I just hope that last years events don't repeat themselves; because I'm pretty sure that some of the portraits are still in shock about that boy who almost fell over the railing on the stairs. "

That bloody idiot had been waving to his friend who'd ended up in Ravenclaw and leaned a little too far over the railing. Let's just say that he was lucky that Elijah had such quick reflexes and wand skills.

" Believe me, that bloke I cursed hates pink. On the first day of my 5th year when I attended the first meeting, he said that anyone who dared touch his things or turn something pink would get a nasty curse thrown their way. He hasn't made good on that threat yet, and I'm waiting to see just what kind of tricks he's got. As for classes, first years have a strict curriculum that they have to follow, while the 2nd-7th years get to pick electives and other things. 5th years take exams called O.W.L's and their scores on those exams determine what classes they can take in their 6th year. I'm in N.E.W.T level Herbology and Potions, but pretty much all the rest of my classes are still at O.W.L. level. I'm not complaining though, because those two were the ones I needed for my future occupation. "

Pausing in his words long enough to scold Joseph, he turned his attention back to Raven.

" Magic is pretty much an everyday thing at Hogwarts, and you get to practice as much as you want. Just don't try to turn water into rum. It doesn't end well. Any other questions? "

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@Mugin@Musoka

Annaliza listened to the awkwardly singing couple and a sad smile formed on her lips. She wished that she could sing without something bad happening or someone trying to grab on to her. There were reasons that sirens were known for making boats crash into the shore or leading men to their deaths. Her mother was very careful not to speak too much around men when she was out, and she hadn't given up hope that one day she would be able to talk to people without causing them to injure themselves. Perhaps someone would invent some sort of device that would filter a siren's voice so there wouldn't be any adverse effects.

Readying her pencil to scribble on her sketchbook, she had just started to write when Solenne called her ' Blondie ' and told her and Taylor to come up and sing. A look of pure terror appeared on her face and she furiously shook her head. Clutching her bear close, she got up and scribbled something on her sketchpad.

' I don't think that me singing is a good idea. When a Siren sings, she only brings misfortune to those unlucky enough to hear her voice. I'll only sing if everyone else leaves. '

Heading back over to Taylor, she put her sketchbook down on the table and tried her best to hide behind her soul mate. It wasn't a very good hiding spot, since they were in a cafe full of people who knew she was there, but being close to Taylor calmed her in a way. Curling her fingers into the back of his shirt, she peered over the defense attorney's shoulder to stare at Solenne with icy blue eyes.

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@Dragoknighte

I've considered just making a side character who makes it their sole purpose to document other peoples lives. Sort of like a Soul Mate reporter/journalist.

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@TalijaKey

I'll figure it out, don't worry.

It's 1 am here and I have a doctor's appointment before work so I'm heading to bed now.

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@AcaciaMalikov

Dyami tried to push aside the happiness that bubbled up to the surface as soon as the burning in his wrist vanished. The touch had been accidental and oh so very brief, but nonetheless, he knew that this woman was his soulmate. Why did he get called in today of all days? Especially since he'd just met his soulmate and wanted to get to know her? Fate was cruel, that's why.

Arriving at the hospital in what seemed to him like record time, he immediately sought out Chris, whose blonde hair was sticking up and he looked like he'd been through hell.

" Dyami! Save me! Your patient coded once already and they are prepping her for surgery. Go get scrubbed up and I'll hold down the fort. "

Dyami nodded and he received looks from the nurses and other doctors. They didn't think the poor woman was going to make it, but Dyami wasn't going to let her give up without a fight. Scrubbing up and sanitizing himself from head to toe, he waited for the prepping to finish. Once it did, he took a few deep breaths from beneath his mask and closed his eyes for a few seconds.

He needed to be incredibly calm and level headed for this, and when he was sure he was ready, he started the surgery and the incredibly long process of removing the bone and shrapnel fragments from her lungs. 3 hours, several scares, and lots of bandages later, everyone was surprised when the woman was wheeled out to ICU with a steady heartbeat and a fragment free chest cavity. Well; mostly fragment free. There had been one incredibly stubborn one that he hadn't been able to remove because it was too dangerous, but since it was a bone fragment, he would always wait for it to shift, perform another surgery, and remove it. While it would be dangerous to remove it, it wouldn't cause her any adverse harm to leave it there; so he decided that it wasn't worth it to screw with fate today, and would look at it again tomorrow.

Removing his scrubs and taking a shower, he put on the clothes he'd come in wearing and headed out of the hospital. Letting his gaze wander around the parking lot and following the unexplained urge that was leading him somewhere; he found himself standing in front of a truck with the woman from before in the driver's seat. Lifting his wrist up for her to see, he spoke loud enough for her to hear through the glass.

" Can you tell me what this says? "