Nica

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That;s totally understandable.

Order of the Phoenix

Lovely profile. ^_^

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You reply by phone? My goodness. I couldn't do that.

Order of the Phoenix

Dumbledore's welcoming ceremonies are always a delight to be heard by returning students, although some new arrivals might be easily frightened by his overwhelming presence. As headmaster, Dumbledore is the kindness soul of Hogwarts. That's not to imply he can't be strong and ruthless when required, though. Dumbledore merely adapts himself to the current situation and takes on the most comfortable personality for the environments he's given. For example, allowing someone from the Ministry of Magic to interrupt his traditional speech with something of her own creation.

This visitor to Hogwarts, its newest addition to the teaching staff as well, is not a mysterious stranger to Dumbledore, neither Harry Potter. In fact, if she was more influential in the Ministry, beloved Harry Potter might have found himself locked away in Azkaban Prison. Indeed, for whatever reason, this currently un-named woman has quite the vendetta against young Potter of Gryffindor.

Appearing under the guise of a sweet, little 'ol lady dressed in that ridiculous shade of pink...no one suspected how truly demonic this primly wrapped gift of sunshine could actually be. Well, perhaps Harry had his skepticism regarding her intentions, but nothing he could openly accuse her of. She introduced herself as Dolorous Umbridge. Such an innocently appearing woman was given the charge of Defense Against the Dark Arts. Isn't that ironic?

"I can tell we're going to be great friends."

Hogwart's devious pair, the Weasley twins, shared their immediate dislike of this woman by uttering two words beneath their breath. "That's likely." Upon hearing their vocal remarks, Umbridge straightened her pose and continued on with her speech. The entire time she spoke, students visibly cringed at her insinuations of Hogwarts. Even headmaster Dumbledore could be seen shaking his head in dismissal. However, he said nothing. Umbridge finally concluded her tedious rambles and sat back down at the staff's table. Dumbledore granted his students the delicious feast and soon the Great Hall was busy with chattering voices and sounds of amusement echoing from each table.

Gryffindor seemed less joyous than the others. The source of this rooting from Harry and his close friends. Ron, busy stuffing his face with an assortment of food, knew very well that Harry was distressed. As for Hermione, she caught onto the sickening realization that the Ministry is interfering in Hogwarts. Across from the other side of Gryffindor's table, the elder of the Weasley twins tried to comfort Harry. "You want us to give ol' toad face there a proper welcome?" The mischievous nature of their plan quite obvious.

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[I'll add Hillary in the next post. ^_^]

The Hosts Vs The Maids! (Ouran Highschool Host Club)

"What's your problem?" Erika disliked the Host Club, but she never thought they'd be so cruel to another of their members. Seeing this situation before her own eyes, it made her sick. Emily seemed to share her sister's disgust and politely asked to speak with Jack in private. When not given the opportunity, Emily's sweet and friendly nature slowly began to fade. She became depressed and upon seeing this, Erika became enraged. Making her sister cry or show any kind of distress is completely unacceptable. Even for the Host Club.

"Oi!" All eyes turned onto the elder twin as she stepped forward, arms crossed underneath her chest and a clearly displeased expression on her face. "Let the kid go and see his sister. You," she pointed at the fellow twins. "Should know better than any of your friends how difficult it is to be without your sibling when something like twins come into the equation." Erika approached the brothers courageously, removing their hands from Jack. "Go," she commanded to him sternly and Emily came up from behind with an offered hand to the frightened boy.

Emily and Jack left the Host's Club quickly, before anyone could stop them. Leaving behind Erika made Emily very uncomfortable, but she knew her sister was more than capable of handling herself. After all, Erika is the Baseball Team's captain. "Are we gonna have trouble here, boys?" She cast a glare towards the twin brothers.

Snape's Daughter

Okay, Good, then. ^^

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I posted, hopefully it's alright?

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America is not her home. She wasn't born here and would live elsewhere if allowed. Auburn locks, dark brown with a ginger hue, are messily pulled up high into a ponytail as she wanders aimlessly about her small apartment. Numerous freckles visible on nearly every area of her fair skin, a trademark of those with Scottish or Irish heritage. She, of course, is the former. A proud Scotswoman. Yet forced to resign from her beloved homeland at her father's request. Scotland is where her mother is buried, but she still carries around a memento to her mother's memories with her at all times. A white-gold ring on her right index finger, a simple band with nothing special aside from cherished memories of a wonderful and blissful childhood. She never takes the ring off, fearing if the ring is gone from her hand....the memories may follow.

Living in America has been difficult from the beginning. Her accent, though perfectly normal in Scotland, has caused her troubles when trying to communicate with others. Rather than attempt to disguise her accent, she merely refuses to speak now unless necessary. She does still communicate with father, cousin and best friend. Although, the latter individuals only receive her presence through exchanged letters. In fact, she has never even met the man that she calls her best friend. He's a student, or was up until he decided to drop out along with his twin brother, at Hogwarts. She knows his name, George Weasley, but has never seen a photograph of him. He describes himself as being very attractive, more so than his identical twin. Apparently he's a ginger too.

Deciding to write a quick letter before heading off to work, she sits down and begins scribbling elegant words onto a piece of parchment. "Dear George, I hope you're doing well in England. I'm still here in America and things have been rather boring as of recently. My cousin is supposed to be visiting soon and I can't wait to see her. Aside from you and my father, she's my closest friend and I miss her greatly. Well, just wanted to check in. I have work in a few minutes. Bye, Sam."

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Today was the day he'd be returning from Romania. In a few short hours he'd be welcomed back home to the Burrow he knew so well. Hugs would be exchanged, his mother would no doubt have a royal feast prepared and he'd once again be joined with family. While adoring the freedom and dangerous excitement that comes from his work with dragons, even Charlie would be the first to admit that he misses his family terribly. After all, they're very important to him and always have been. His decision to leave for employment in Romania has always been difficult, but his father had encouraged him to go forth and do whatever would make him happy. So, Charlie did. Even though his mother was furious and heartbroken. Charlie made a promise to himself that he'd make it back home whenever a celebration was in order.

He did miss last Christmas, but that wasn't exactly his fault. Glancing down to the bandages still wrapped around his left arm, Charlie knew he's lucky to even be alive at this very moment. When he received news that Bill and Fleur were going to be married, though, he couldn't allow himself to miss out on that ceremony. Dropping his clients onto someone else, Charlie quickly boarded a plane and is now flying above the ground towards his destination: the Burrow.

Along the plane ride, Charlie decided to write a letter to his oldest friend. "Dear Em, my older brother is getting married. Can you believe it? Always thought he'd never settle down and now he's marrying this lovely woman from France. She's a Veela, or half at least. Anyway, the wedding is about two weeks away and the celebrations have already begun back at my parent's house. We have a large family, as I mentioned to you before, and so it's taking a while for everyone to be present. Sure wish you could come and spend the wedding with us. You ever been to England? It's beautiful. Sincerely, Charlie."

Snape's Daughter

Cynthia would happily try anything if it held the potential to make her feel better. She swallowed the foul tasting medicine with a forced gulp and after wards smiled up at George, grateful to him for helping. Letting her head fall forwards, Cynthia leaned against George for support. She knew the medicine would knock her unconscious soon. When George spoke about bringing in the radio, Cynthia suddenly remembered something very important. Although he and Fred only focused on the safety of fellow magical folk, she wondered if they could track down information on her family?

"Do you recall when I told you that my parents, and my unknown younger sibling, moved to America?" Cynthia had let everyone believe that her family had abandoned her in England, but that wasn't the truth, as George was about to learn. "I cast an Obliviate Charm on them," she confessed with tears beginning to build along her lashes. "Even prevented my unknown sibling from developing memories of me." It was for their own protection, of course. Cynthia knew that Muggles were Voldemort's targets and that no one would be safe from his Death Eaters in England.

"Would it be possible for you and Fred to collect any information about them?" Just to know that they're still alive and healthy. "I changed their names. They now have the last name Smith."

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Draco, honestly, didn't know what to think of Lillian. He knew she was the daughter of Snape, a man he trusted and even admired, but aside from that information, little was known about her as an individual. When she mentioned that his mother had gone to her for help, Draco was at least given a moment to breathe a sigh of relief. His mother always looked out for him. He just hoped that she would not be endangering herself in the process.

"I don't know what to think," Draco admitted openly to Lillian. "Your father is Severus Snape, but you hold secrets of your own." Everyone does, especially those in Slytherin house. Darkness consumed Draco's room and only a few rays of light entered from a nearby window. The lack of clarity from the poorly lit environment kept secret the redness of Draco's eyes. He'd been crying.

Snape's Daughter

I did ^^
Also, the posts don't always have to be long.
I just ask for enough to reply to. lol