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Anyone else take AP Exams this week? My brain felt like pudding after my AP Lang one...
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Hey guys and gals! I am a sixteen year old (almost seventeen! woo!) girl from the Northwest part of the United States. I am a writer, mostly fantasy or Sci Fi books. It would really help me out if you guys checked out some of my books. I have some uploaded to WattPad. Just type in Scarlett_Waters in the search bar and check out some of my work. Thanks! :) ~Scarlett

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Genevieve
"Huh?" Genevieve looked up blankly as her Quidditch Captain, Sylvester Evans, sat down at the table. She sighed and ran a hand through her hair, sliding the letter off the table and hiding it back in her robe. The blue haired half breed looked at her curious and and she sighed, hoping that he wouldn't go off his shenanigans with flirting with her off the Quidditch field. He would do that a lot. She told him, "My dad. He said that he found another woman and has been dating her for the past couple months."

Some small thing inside of her snapped and she hissed, "How could he do that?! How could he do that to Mother?! How could he do that to me without telling me?!" She felt heat rush to her face and tears stung at her eyes. She sniffed and rubbed her eyes with her robe, playing it off with a statement of "Damn allergies." She dropped her arm back down by her side and rested her chin on the table, staring at the half eaten biscuit in front of her. She looked up at Sylvester and said, "Do you know who we're playing next in Quidditch? I was trying to remember, but I just couldn't." She dropped her eyes back from him and stared back at the biscuit.

She wanted her get her mind off of this damn thing and she looked back up at Sylvester. "Do you think we could have practice some time soon as well? I think that would help me a little bit. I need to get better at avoiding Bludgers, especially on my mom's broom since it doesn't maneuver as well as the rest of your guys'." She stared back at the biscuit.
Professor Terrabeth "Terra" Carlyle
All of her students smiled and laughed as she walked passed them in the hallway, but she didn't care. She wasn't ashamed of getting asked out by the attractive new Care for Magical Creatures professor. In fact, she would have said yes if the headmaster hadn't been in the area at the moment. She felt a small flush rush up to her face as she thought about Professor Coal. He was fairly attractive. She knew that a few of his female students had a crush on him. In fact, when she first met him, she couldn't help but gawk at his handsomeness, but she was well over that... Sort of. Not really.

She walked down the main hallway to her classroom. Drawing her wand, she placed it on the lock and murmured the password for her magic induced lock to keep the students out of her classroom. She smiled as she walked inside, looking around at all of the animals. Most of them used to be teacups or clocks, but now they are her pets. Well, not really. They're more of her test subjects. She has only two pets and one stays in the Owlry while her cat is almost nowhere to be found.

She walked up and sat down at the front desk, drawing out some papers that still needed grading from earlier. She had skimmed over them quickly and she knew what grade to give. She wrote quickly on them with red ink and set the papers aside right as one of her younger female students ran up to her. Her friends surrounding her, the young student was giggling profusely. "May I help you, Anabelle?" Professor Carlyle asked.

"We just thought you should know that Professor Coal is on his way down," Anabelle giggled before whipping around and running off with her friends. She would normally scold them for this, but she was curious as to why Professor Coal was heading down here. She looked in one of the nearby reflective surfaces and fixed her hair quickly, smiling. She felt like a teenager again, even though it was nine years ago. She took a deep breath and pulled out some more papers, trying to look like she was doing something when Professor Coal got there.

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Whoops... Forget to tag @Lockerz in my IC post.
In God School 10 yrs ago Forum: Free Roleplay
Joytrix pulled herself up onto the beach, looking around to make sure there was no one there. Her dark blue tail flopped on the sand and she stared at it lovingly before sighing. She waved her hand over the tail and all the water was sucked from it, and it separated into two smooth, pale white human legs. She looked around and saw a rock nearby. She grabbed it quickly and pushed herself up onto her feet, her knees shaking as she did so. She slipped into her human clothing and began to walk up the beach toward this so called "God School." She glanced out into the ocean and saw her father looking back at her. She scowled at him and he just laughed, flipping around and diving back underwater.

Her legs wobbling tremendously, Ashe, as she was now to be called, wavered her way up to the school, gripping onto anything that could steady her. She growled and stared at her shaking feet and legs. Why did this damn school have to be on land?! It would've been so much easier to get to if it had been in the water. She walked toward the front door and nearly collapsed against it. She was so tired and she had barely walked a mile since the beach. She pushed open the door and headed toward her locker. She noticed that there were few students there so far and she was one of the first. She got to her locker and pulled it open, breaking the lock as she frozen the water in the air around on it. She grabbed her books for her first class and started toward her first classroom.
Genevieve Braveheart
She crept through the quiet of the house. Gryffindors were not known for their ability to wake up in the morning, so it was a little strange that she was up as early as she was. Genevieve smiled as she saw her snowy owl perched on the window, its head tipped to the side, with a letter in its beak. She crept over quietly and took the letter from Geric. "Thanks Geric," she whispered to him and he flew off, heading toward the owlry, or the Owl Tower as she called it. She looked down and saw it was a letter from her dad. She frowned. She hadn't heard from him for most of the year. With a small sigh, she tucked the letter into the pocket of her robe and headed toward the door.

She walked out with grace and ease, seeing a few students heading down toward the Great Hall to eat. She saw a few of the Hufflepuff colored robes around and she looked around, looking for Patrick's familiar face. She couldn't help the tingle in her stomach as she looked for her best friend, but she immediately tried to force it back down. Chill. she told herself. You need to chill. He doesn't like you like that and never will, so relax and just go to breakfast.

Her mind forcing her to give up her search for her crush/ friend, she hurried down the stairs to the Great Hall. She noticed that there were a lot of students already down their as well. A few she recognized from the Quidditch teams and others she recognized from class. She smiled and went over to sit down at the Gryffindor table. She slid in between the seats and immediately started to pick at food, taking a huge bite out of a roll as she grabs it from a stack.

Still munching on the roll, she pulled the letter from her dad out of her robe and set it on the table. Shockingly enough, it wasn't a talking letter as he normally liked to do. She frowned. This must be important. She ripped open the letter and began to read.

My dearest child,

I send you this letter both out of joy and grief, as I fear that you will react badly to the news I am about to deliver. But first I must ask: How are your classes going? Are you excelling as your mother did when she went there? How about Quidditch? Is Gryffindor undefeated as always?


Genevieve smiled at this last comment because she knew very well that her father knew that Gryffindor had lost their first Quidditch match of the season this year. They were playing again really soon, she just couldn't remember who. She kept reading.

Now onto the difficult part my dear. I know it may be hard for you to hear, but I have been seeing someone over these past couple months. Her name is Delilah Evergreen, and I think I am in love with her, dear. I want to ask her to marry me and I seek your approval for it. I understand that this is difficult for you to hear, but I wish for my happiness as well as yours. If you do not give me approval, I understand, but then I will not be happy. I want what is best for both of us, Gene, and I think Delilah is it.

Please respond as soon as you are able.

Much love,

Daddy


The letter slipped from her sweating hands. She no longer felt like eating. Her father was getting married. To another woman?! She couldn't believe it. She knew that her say didn't matter because he always went against his word, like when he said he would love no one other than Mother.

"He's getting married," Genevieve murmured out loud. "He's getting married." Now she really wished Patrick was here.

I'll post as soon as I'm on my computer. I'm on my phone right now.
So when you say mid year... is it snowy or nice or what?
@Tip It's customary for the GM to post first. xD
Maybe we start a couple weeks after??
I'll update the class list as soon as I get home.
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