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4 yrs ago
Current Just a heads up I had the Oxford jab last week and the flu side effects kicked my arse. Replies are coming I’m just exhausted
9 yrs ago
My interest can be short lived. Slow moving stories do not last long with me.
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Addie could almost feel his pain, and as he winced she felt a twinge herself. Addie looked away; there was something about that man, a sense of destiny. The blonde’s brow furrowed and she looked down as Kat joined her, just as the ceremony began.

The ground was filled with sobs and the emotional, and though Addie herself didn’t cry it was clear to Kat alone that she was crippled with emotion. Addie was fighting to control herself, for should her true emotions burst free the very castle beside them could explode and the skies pour fire. Indeed as the blue flames engulfed Dumbledore’s tomb she was almost overcome and the once sunny day was now black. Whispers and gasps sounded as the blackened sky reflected Addie’s mood, and though her jaw was clenched she could contain herself any more. Her fingers began to spit sparks and it was time for Addie to leave.

The blonde got up and under the guise of being distraught she left the scene, the clouds too taking their leave and lightening. But a permanent shadow was cast over her as she left the funeral service. Addie had never known Hogwarts so she had no idea where she was headed. Addie just walked, forcing back the tears and the pain. Dumbledore would not want her to lose it, he had always told the girls to find their distraction, find their constant that kept them from losing it. For Kat it was her herb lore and potions, and for Addie it had been healing.

It was then that she stopped and looked back round to the wounded red head, and she was sure the way she felt now she could help him. So (as wrong as it was) she entered his mind and made him follow her.

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Charlie sighed and his shoulders dropped. He was littered in burns and scars from the Dragons, but his were little things, not infected or impacting. Bill’s would never heal, werewolf venom dripping from them as he knocked a scab. Charlie took a hankie from his mother and offered it to Bill. He frowned as he turned back to the tomb and watched as one of the blonde witches moved to lay a wreath before Dumbledore’s final resting place. As inappropriate as it was, he couldn’t help but admire her.

The service began and the cries started, and Charlie’s eyes were filled with sadness. His fists were balled in his lap as he watched, before darkness washed over them. “What the…?” Charlie hissed as he reached for his wand, looking to the storm clouds that were a shade of black he had never seen. The rest of the order around them too seemed to reach for their wands, not noticing of the girl who rushed away from the scene. But the clouds slowly turned to grey, and Charlie looked wildly around him for a moment. Surely the death eaters wouldn’t be here. Dumbledore was dead and they would now change their target, and that would be Harry.

Charlie turned to talk to Bill but the man was gone, and he looked around to see where he was. He frowned, putting it down to his scars and the new ‘condition’ he would now have to deal with. He felt renewed pain for the senior brother as he looked back round to the conclusion of the ceremony.
New picture for Bill Weasley (but of course red hair not brown)

Also, I have decided to change the pictures for Addie and Bill. Will put them in the characters section.
Lovely, and apologies again. Am back to being very active again, so I will get you post shortly.
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Sorry for the mammoth delay/absence.

Would you like to continue this?
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I have been absent for a while, but make a return with a little more time on my hands. But I must let you know I am a mother to a young boy and he does come first, so I post when he has a nap or is at nursery or in bed. On top of him I work nights and have a boyfriend to keep satisfied and a home to run. So yeah, I will reply regularly, just keep in mind that sometimes it may be a little slow.

That out of the way, onto the role-play:


As the title suggests, I am seeking someone to do an Avengers role play. There isn't really much else to say here, plot details and what not shall be discussed through PMs.
- You will be playing as Thor.
- I will play as any male you'd like if we are to double on characters.
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