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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Oct 12, 2017 16:53:07 GMT -5
{ abby's back in town!
hmmm i don't really know, little }
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Post by servalstrike on Oct 12, 2017 17:19:41 GMT -5
The clamor that was the train station was a harmony all it’s own. The air buzzed with excitement, like thousands of insect wings swimming through the air. Underneath the shouts and chatter and shrieks of restless owls there was a different sort of excitement lying beneath. Cautious and afraid it loomed over the crowd like a fog that no wind with the strength of a hurricane could blow away. Faces new and old dotted the platform, but one face seemed to be everywhere. Dignity and composure seemed to radiate from the face of a wanted terrorist.
Jasadja caught herself staring again and quickly averted her eyes, not just from the Wanted poster but from the three sons of the man that said poster depicted. It wasn’t her fault, not really, she couldn’t help but to be curious about them. She’d gone with them to school for years but the incident of late had to them into a new light. One of a dreadful sort of excitement. It was no small thing when your classmate’s Father breaks out of Azkaban. And even with the news of Absolon Abernathy’s escape there was still yet more news that had seeped through the cracks. A new headmistress had been appointed at Hogwarts. So much seemed to be changing so fast.
A bump from behind brought Jasadja’s thoughts back into the world of the waking. Her disharmonious eyes of blue and brown flicked down to her feet where a giant gray tabby cat met her gaze with an unamused glint. Reaching down she stroked his head and scratched behind his ears.
“You’re absolutely right, Pickles. It is very rude to stare and even more so to wonder.” The cat gave no sign that it understood a word of what the girl had said.
Kneeling she scooped the enormous beast into her arms, for a moment he dared to struggle against her loving grip before begrudgingly allowing himself to be held by Jasadja. With a gentle smile she planted a kiss onto his soft head before hauling the cat and her luggage onto the train.
The aisles of the train were as disorganized and cacophonous as the platform outside, if not more so due to the nature of the tight space. “Excuse me. Ah, please excuse me. Oh dear I’m sorry excuse me.” The words left Jasadja’s lips without her need to think about it. A muscle memory of politeness engaged her as she bowed to other passengers and excused herself, weaving a path towards an empty compartment. What seemed like an endless aisles of taken compartments, finally there was a break in the weather as Jasadja found one that was without any passengers and situated herself accordingly.
With Pickles taking up the seat beside her Jasadja removed a pale blue parchment paper from her bag. Slowly she began her work of folding the paper, clean and accurate folds arranged in way that when Jasadja’s work had been completed minutes later she held in her hands an origami bird. It’s wings outstretched and ready for flight.
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Oct 12, 2017 17:42:59 GMT -5
For Anybody Interested: i'm opening up the Incubus for claiming (i've already taken the Succubus. sorry, i got attached). if anyone's interested, just let me know here or PM me! those roles are going to be less integrated into the bigger plot (unless we decide otherwise). they'll mostly be there to stir up drama and cause problems in-between characters. so far, shades has shown an interest, but i'd like to know if anyone else has idea for a fitting character.
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Oct 12, 2017 17:51:25 GMT -5
( they can shape shift? Omg )
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Oct 12, 2017 17:54:11 GMT -5
{ no. they can't freely shapeshift abby is an animagus a legit shapeshifter would be a metamorphmagus }
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Oct 12, 2017 17:58:49 GMT -5
( yea glow explained lol. I never read the books sadly )
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Post by ѕρσттεdѕнιммεя on Oct 12, 2017 18:01:10 GMT -5
[ typically it's their patronus that they can shape-shift into, right? my apologies, it has been a while since i have read the books or seen the movies, but i love the universe. ]
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Oct 12, 2017 18:12:21 GMT -5
{ it's been awhile XD but yea? i think they shift into their patronus }
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Post by ℊℓоω on Oct 12, 2017 18:18:40 GMT -5
Klaudie rested her elbows on her owl’s cage, summoning a look of utter contempt. She was sandwiched between her two older siblings on a bench. Her legs straddled the luggage cart, because there was no room to put them elsewhere, and already they were falling asleep. Her eyebrows pinched as she watched the steam of trains billow through the crowd. The platform was packed. She wondered why families insisted upon seeing their children off. As if there was something interesting about standing elbow to elbow with sniffling middle aged parents for an hour. Meanwhile, she was hungry. That morning she had refused to eat breakfast, claiming to her nanny that she had a severe allergy to omelettes when in reality she didn’t particularly like them. Now she was regretting not choking it down anyway. It would be an eternity before she was able to purchase something from the trolley. At her side was her older brother, Ezra, who was going on and on about his class schedule. “And I’ve heard that alchemy this year will be a rather small class. An elite group, if you will,” he was bragging over Klaudie’s shoulder to their middle sister Hannah.
“Well at least I don’t have to take the N.E.W.Ts,” replied Hannah. The blonde was leaning against her respective arm rest, as if to get as far away from her little sister as possible. They weren’t speaking. It all stemmed from an argument over the course of the summer. Neither of the girls could remember what it was about, but both were too stubborn to put their differences aside. Tensions rose again that morning when Klaudie “accidentally” stomped on her older sister’s toes. The point is, they weren’t speaking.
“Ezra,” interrupted Klaudie, “can you tell Hannah to give me my share of the money? I want to buy something on the trolley, and Mummy told us to split it evenly.”
Poor Ezra was caught in the middle of the debate. Thankfully, he was too distracted by his bragging to care much. He leaned back to reach his hand out to Hannah, who reluctantly handed over the galleons. He counted them, putting half in his pocket, then gave the remainder to Klaudie. As soon as the coins hit her palm, she was up and out of her seat. “Thanks,” she said. All around them, other students were loading onto train cars. Many stopped to hug their parents. A few waved tearfully. “I’ll see you losers at Christmas,” Klaudie said to her siblings. By that time, they had a routine down. As soon as they stepped foot on the train to Hogwarts, the three Margolies children would go their separate ways. The next time they reunited, they would be standing back on the platform 9 ¾.
Klaudie wheeled her luggage over to be stored. Once that task was complete, she grabbed her owl and boarded the train. The car she entered was thankfully rather empty, probably due to being near the end. Technically there was an area where the other Slytherins often sat, but she avoided those cabins for fear she would run into one of her siblings. Apparently they didn’t like being pestered by their little sister. Not that she needed them anyway.
Thankfully she stumbled upon an empty cabin nearly as soon as she boarded. Shuffling in with her owl cage, she claimed one of the window seats. It wasn’t likely anyone would join her. She liked to think of herself as a lone wolf. A rebel. She slumped onto the bench, folding her long legs in front of her. Outside, the crowd was gesturing with emphatic, emotional goodbyes. She found herself searching the faces for her mother or father. She knew they never came for the send-off, but perhaps they had decided to surprise their children. Her brown eyes lingered on the platform until she was sure she had examine every figure. No, they were busy at work at the ministry. If anyone had come, it would have been their hired mother and nanny, Aliza. But even her face was absent from the crowd.
Klaudie pried her eyes away. After several moments staring at the opposite wall, she exchanged a meaningful glance with her owl, Yorick. He ruffled his feathers as if to shrug his shoulders. “Who needs em, eh?” said Klaudie. She extracted the coins from her pocket and hoped the trolley would come by soon.
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Oct 12, 2017 18:25:03 GMT -5
{ poor klaudie </3 she's so alone
soooooooo besides the main plot with cicuta does anybody have some subplot ideas they wanna pitch? }
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Oct 12, 2017 18:31:33 GMT -5
( xD I could send Rhyne her way )
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Post by servalstrike on Oct 12, 2017 18:45:04 GMT -5
( I think for the most part they shapeshift into the patronus but their patronus can change over time. So i'm not sure how that works but let's just say that yes animagi shift into the animal of their patronus)
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Oct 12, 2017 18:45:05 GMT -5
{ if anyone's interested i could throw algernon or ambrose at someone }
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Post by ᴏᴡʟ on Oct 12, 2017 18:46:43 GMT -5
( in the process of writing my starter- was out and felt sick all day- BUT IT'S COMING. SORRY FOR BEING LATE. )
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Oct 12, 2017 18:52:45 GMT -5
{ nooooooo owl! don't write if you're still feeling crappy! }
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Post by ᴏᴡʟ on Oct 12, 2017 18:57:58 GMT -5
When Jane had received her first acceptance letter, the girl- who was all dark eyes and scattered freckles- had been… incredulous, to say the least. Perhaps ‘incredulous’ was an odd word to use when describing a child of but eleven, but at the time, when nothing but a puzzled scrunch of the brow could be used to describe her, that single, complicated word had fit her more than anything else. After all, “witchcraft and wizardry,” as the letter had said, didn’t exist- or at least, that’s what she had thought. So much to her eventual shame, she had tossed the letter into the trash, and until the second owl went flying by her window, Jane Maki did not think of “Hogwarts” again. She remained a normal girl, with normal parents, living a normal life; and she would later find it odd how the definition of normal could change so easily.
To the Jane of sixteen, having a temperamental owl was normal. Awkward, but normal.
“Lavena, you are simply far too big to perch there…!"
With talons digging into her robe, and her neck craned at an angle far too crooked to be comfortable, Jane Maki looked about as happy as a rainy day as she struggled and bickered with the weighty owl upon her shoulder. The bird’s name- as one could gather- was Lavena, and aside from being far too large for the girl who kept her, Lavena was… well, bratty; but Jane loved her none the less, even when she glared and barked when her handler shifted beneath her claws.
“Oh, don’t act like that. I thought you were supposed to be a well behaved bird…”
At this, the short-eared owl gave an indignant clack of her thorn sharp beak. Lavena had always been like that- far too good to listen to orders, or give into such obedient behavior. “Well behaved” did not describe her in the slightest, and it was almost shocking to know that Jane- who could master and perfect near anything if given the right book to know how- was the gloved hand beneath such a nasty bird’s talons.
Right… How will we get you into your cage then?
Twisting her head towards the luggage beside her, the small figure that was Jane let a slight frown begin to crease the curve of her cheeks as she inspected the cage among it all. Her owl would not be contained without a fight, that was for sure, and Jane knew that- whether she wanted to or not- she would have to risk the well-being of her hands if she was to cage the feathered beast. It certainly wasn’t how she wanted to start her next year at Hogwarts, but… well, she didn’t have much of a choice, now did she?
“Now, Lavena… Make this easy for me, please...” With slow words, and a slower hand, Jane was careful and quiet as she reached down, and towards the brass-barred cage beside her. She needed to get a new one- she knew that- and perhaps that was why the owl upon her shoulder hated it so. It was just a little too cramped for Lavena, having been bought when the bird was far smaller than she was now. Jane really would have splurged if she could have, but alas, money always came and went at the worst of times. Perhaps she shouldn’t have spoken though- gotten distracted with the size of a cage, and the amount of money- because before she knew it, Lavena was off.
In what Jane perceived as an explosion of feathers and a rush of air, the weight upon her shoulder was suddenly gone as the owl leaped from her frame, and sped towards the sky. With her eyes stretching wide, Jane she watched in a stupor of stunned silence as her owl circled, and darted, barking along the way. Then, with a gasp, she snapped out of it.
“Lavena!”
Snatching her luggage by the handle, Jane was quick as she rushing after the bird- a dashing tangle of dark, oversized robes, and stunned black eyes. “Lavena, come back down here!” She called, her tone wavering with a flushed embarrassment. Of course… Oh, of course, this was how her day had to start; not with the scratching of her owl’s claws, but with the flap of its angry wings.
Oh, why must you do this to me now?
Watching with soon panicked eyes, Jane nearly tripped over her robes as she watched the bird swoop, and spiral towards the snaking, scarlet train. Then… then with a dive that could make any swimmer proud, Lavena was suddenly speeding through the window of the train, and out of Jane’s sight.
“... Lavena, why must you behave so poorly...?!”
With the wheels of her luggage roaring up a storm, Jane practically threw herself through the plumes of chalky black engine smoke, and aboard the stuffy, student packed train. Apparently, her pet’s arrival had not gone unnoticed, for when she bordered- her speckled cheeks flushed, and dark eyes wide- the gaze of many when spinning towards her, bewildered and stunned. “Uh… An owl... Has anyone seen an owl?” She inquired, her words trembling as they tumbled from her dark pink lips. Like a path of waving fingers, the way was soon pointed out for her.
With her bags and cage trailing out behind her like a noisy train- very much like the one she now found herself on then- Jane did her very best to calm her leaping heart, and still the shortness of her breath. On and on, the path of fingers seemed to stretch- for so long, that Jane almost feared that Lavena had flown away again, having ducked through yet another window and into the smoke streaked sky… but then she heard it: a bark of indignance, and the flap of cramped and irritated wings.
With her gaze snapping to the side, the girl almost dropped her things as she suddenly flung herself down the aisle, and into the waiting compartment where there- upon an empty seat- sat the ruffled bird she’d almost lost.
“Lavena! Lavena, you scared me nearly to death…! Oh thank goodness, you didn’t fly away…!”
Now... how was she to get her in her cage?
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Post by ᴏᴡʟ on Oct 12, 2017 18:59:13 GMT -5
{ nooooooo owl! don't write if you're still feeling crappy! } ( well it's too late now
hAVE MY POORLY WRITTEN STARTER~! )
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Oct 12, 2017 19:09:37 GMT -5
{ lavena's the real star of the show now go take a nap or something owl! }
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Post by ᴏᴡʟ on Oct 12, 2017 19:10:33 GMT -5
( Obviously. Lavena's the one true Phoenix.
but hooooooooooon i'm watching a moviiiiiiiiiiie )
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Oct 12, 2017 19:15:43 GMT -5
{ caw caaaw! mmmm okay.... but when the movie's over go to bed! }
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Post by ᴏᴡʟ on Oct 12, 2017 19:16:45 GMT -5
( no, never. i refuse. )
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Post by ѕρσттεdѕнιммεя on Oct 12, 2017 19:21:39 GMT -5
The Thunderbird ❝ If you take the time to listen, you can hear the world say its greeting. ❞ ━ ϟ ϟ ϟ ━ There was always something so interesting about the train station every year to Allen. Whether the stares given to those whom have such strange items on their trolleys, or perhaps it was just the general idea of being in a society so completely different from the world he was raised in, there was always something going on. He often saw teens around his age wear these things on their heads kind of like ear-muffs, despite it not being that cold, or maybe it was those weird things that they held in their hands. It was always kind of fascinating to go out and see those sorts of things. He never really understood Muggles, but they were interesting, to say the least. Living in the same area, yet the cultures between them were two very different things indeed.
A gentle poke brought his bright blue gaze back to reality, realizing that he had been staring at some ginger-haired girl with those ear-muffs on her head a bit too long. Turning to the person whom had poked him, he saw his younger sister whom was only a few years younger than him, being fifteen years old and in her fifth year at Hogwarts. However, unlike those around her, she was deaf. She could speak if she tried and she could very easily read lips, but sometimes she had a mischievous streak where she would only speak in sign language. Riliane was nearly the complete opposite of Len. Rili was friendly, energetic and super social, always happy and optimistic about things. She was quick to forgive others, and while she had a short temper, it took less than a minute before she'd be happy again and forgive you.
"Nii-san, we should get to the platform," she had signed him, having him nod. The two turned around and waved towards their parents. Their father was a blonde man with the most stunning blue eyes, his parents being French, yet moving to England to study. With the most kind and warm brown eyes, their Japanese mother stood by their father's side. It was a bit customary to speak Japanese in their house-hold, as it was their mother's main language and she enjoyed teaching them such things. "See you guys around Christmas break! Don't forget to write, yeah?" The words were a bit slurred and a bit strange sounding, but they were understandable enough to get the message across to their parents.
In a kennel upon his trolley was a black tuxedo cat with its paws, chest and belly being white, the amber eyes staring up at him from the cage it was within. Allen made a silent reminder to himself to let his cat, Ouji-sama, out of the kennel to have on his lap during the trip. His sister, on the other hand, had her familiar not of a cat but of a beautiful Barn Owl that stood out as beautifully as she did, in his opinion. She had named her owl Tsuki, which was fitting, of course. Riliane and Allen couldn't have been more different.
Once on Platform 9¾, it was a small wait before they were to enter the train and soon enough, they were on their way to the school. Their luggage was put on the train and the two siblings split up, Riliane going to her friends while Allen went on his own. He wasn't exactly the most social guy around and while he was nice enough, he didn't actively seek out others unless it was specifically for his own good.
He had brought his familiar with him, settling down in an empty compartment and watching the outside world fly by. Len felt Ouji-sama move from his lap to his shoulders, the small and tiny cat liking to perch himself to watch around. Sometimes he felt like that cat was a mirror image of himself, at how much the two were alike. There was the new exciting fact of the year that a terrorist had escaped, Absolon Abernathy, if he recalled the name correctly. If he also recalled correctly, his three sons whom were triplets were on this train as well.
While he wasn't to judge based off of family, Allen was usually quick to judge a person upon the first ten minutes of meeting them or observing them, placing people into categories within his mind. A bit egotistical of him, but even so, he was someone who stood away from the crowd and observed unless it was to his benefit to step in. You would almost think him as Slytherin with this attitude, but it showed that his loyalty and willingness to protect the ones he loved placed him in Gryffindor. And then there was the new Headmistress that he had heard of.
What an interesting new year to finish his schooling on.
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Oct 12, 2017 19:54:53 GMT -5
There were few things in life that really, truly irritated Rhyne Blackwood.
Large crowds were one of them.
The platform 9 ¾ was packed to the very brim with students and their families as the crowd eagerly awaited the train to Hogwarts. Rhyne was hanging off to the side as much as he could, considering that the amount of people on the platform was stifling. The stench of sweat was almost overwhelming, and Rhyne had to press his tongue to the roof of his mouth to keep himself from sneering. He’d always had particularly acute senses, especially when it came to smell. His mother had called them special, a unique gift. Rhyne had called them frustrating, especially when scents or sounds were so overwhelming that he’d felt he’d vomit or curl into a fetal position. He hated the stimulation, hated the feeling that he was out of control. Someone drifted a bit too close to Rhyne, and his muscles locked. He turned to glare at the person, curling his lip back to give the man a rather sinister looking smirk. The other wizard paled, and then backed away. Good; Rhyne returned his attention to studying the tracks, counting the lengthwise pieces of metal. He reached 54 before something else cut through his attention.
There were countless whispers drifting through the platform – whispers of the notorious terrorist Absolon, who’d apparently escaped from prison and was on the loose. His whereabouts were unknown, but Rhyne wasn’t particularly concerned. Very few things scared him, and Absolon wasn’t one of them. He crossed his arms over his chest, turning his back to those around him to study the intricately designed silver cage that was perched upon the numerous pieces of luggage on the cart Rhyne had claimed as his own. Contained within the cage was something of a regular sight in the wizarding world: an owl, most often used to carry messages and packages. Rhyne’s owl was a marvelous Barn Owl specimen, her feathers preened and smooth. The avian turned to study Rhyne with wide, fathomless eyes, and Rhyne watched her back. Freya, she was called, after some nature goddess that Rhyne had heard of before. He stuck his fingers in the cage and offered the bird a gentle stroke on the feathers of her chest.
Rather unexpectedly, Rhyne was overcome by memory. The soft floral scent of his mother’s perfume drifted past his nose, so strong and overpowering that he almost swore the woman was standing next to him. He could almost feel her warmth. Her soft, tinkling laugh struck him next, and he almost descended into a whorl of grief. His father’s strong chuckle was next, a sound that he missed as fiercely as he missed his father. Rhyne closed his navy eyes, allowing himself to be overcome by the sensations. They faded as quickly as they had come, leaving Rhyne feeling more cold and lonely than he had in a long time. He wanted to weep, wanted to curl up and let the grief swallow him, but he managed to restrain himself. Now was not the time; too many witnesses. He had a reputation to maintain, after all; the aloof, cold student.
There was a piercing shrill that cut through the noise of the station crowd as the train lumbered into the tunnel, wheels chugging and churning along the track. It pulled to a halt, let out another cheerful screech, and then its doors swung open for the crowd. Rhyne allowed himself to be pushed along with the crowd, although he glared at anyone who dared to drift too close. An usher took his luggage, and Rhyne grabbed Freya’s cage and a small bag and then went to find a seat. All of the compartments had at least one person in them; he went towards the bag of the train, until he found a compartment with some young girl in it. He ignored her, gingerly placed Freya’s crate on a seat, and then sat down. He promptly took out a novel, and began to read.
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Oct 12, 2017 20:16:45 GMT -5
{ pssssssst guys do you want to bring dementors in at some point? y'know, escaped prisoner and all }
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Post by servalstrike on Oct 12, 2017 20:18:20 GMT -5
(oooooooh dementors! that'd be spooky!)
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Post by ѕρσттεdѕнιммεя on Oct 12, 2017 20:22:09 GMT -5
[ i'm totally up for a few dementors around the school. ]
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Oct 12, 2017 20:23:48 GMT -5
{ ALSO! does anyone want their character to be an animagus? i'm debating whether or not i should let people be animagi so i'd like to get a consensus }
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Post by ѕρσттεdѕнιммεя on Oct 12, 2017 20:25:34 GMT -5
[ if given the opportunity, i believe that allen would be a good candidate to become one. if no one would mind such a thing, that is. it adds to his observant nature, i would think. ]
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Post by ᴏᴡʟ on Oct 12, 2017 20:25:39 GMT -5
( I'd dig having dementors around, and as for animagus- not for Jane, but it'd be cool to have them around. )
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