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Post by Lily Marie Svidensky on Nov 13, 2011 14:42:14 GMT
I thought I'd make the main RP about TEH, The Big One, if you will. In here, we can do the main RPing and then branch off later...? What do you guys think?
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Post by Nyxon Wyatt on Nov 13, 2011 14:54:22 GMT
[ Great idea, Marieanne. I'm in this! ]
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Post by Ylana Thomson on Nov 17, 2011 18:21:34 GMT
(sounds good, guys. We should get started...?)
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Post by Ylana Thomson on Dec 10, 2011 17:21:00 GMT
(I'm starting. Bugger it.))
Ylana walked down the halls of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, smiling at the right portraits and ignoring the others. When she got to the large oak doors that signified the entrance to the Great Hall, she pushed them open and entered the Hall. Ignorning the jeers and boos that came from the Slytherin table, Ylana made her way over to the Gryffindor table and sat down next to a red-headed girl who was also in Gryffindor. A shiny silver badge proclaimed her to be Head Girl.
"Hey, Sam," Ylana greeted her friend, pulling a bowl of cereal towards her.
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Post by Nyxon Wyatt on Dec 10, 2011 18:49:43 GMT
[ Yay! Got the email off Elly just, thought I'd check in  ] Nyxon pulled a plate of buttered toast towards her at the Hufflepuff table, slowly chewing her breakfast as she skimmed that morning's edition of The Daily Prophet; as always, there were reports of disappearances and murders. All of them seemed to be caused by the Death Eaters. Nyxon knew that for a few years after Harry Potter had defeated Lord Voldemort, the Death Eaters had disbanded and gone into hiding in order to avoid being put into Azkaban by the Ministry, but some time two years ago, the Death Eaters had started to work for a new boss, and this boss was even cleverer than Voldemort was about his or her approach to take over the Wizarding World. |
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Post by Elisabetta Domenici on Dec 11, 2011 5:48:42 GMT
Elisabetta Domenici's lip quivered as she stared down at her plate of scrambled eggs. She had just received a parcel containing something that she'd hoped never to see again for as long as she lived--her mother's Dark Mark necklace. Along with the package came a note. It read:
You will need this, Elisabetta. I cannot tell you when or how, but you will need this necklace. Put it on as soon as you can. Expect a visitor sometime in the next month or so.
Dad
"No..." she moaned, feeling tears roll down her cheeks. "I don't want to do this...please don't make me do this..."
She knew what the necklace signified, of course. Her parents, always the loyal followers of the now-deceased Dark Lord, were up to something once again, and they wanted her involved. She was afraid, there were no two ways about it. She was afraid and anxious, and now she wasn't sure if she would be able to make it to any of her classes without shouting out the fact that she had been given a Dark Mark necklace. Perhaps her Defense Against the Dark Arts professor would see what was going on and ask her instead of her having to shout. She hoped so. All she knew was that she didn't want anything to do with what her parents had planned for her.
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