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Date: January 16th, 2013
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It is now: Year 7 - Day 4 - Supper/Quidditch Practice
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| Read Today's Daily Prophet: Knights of Walpurgis attack Hogwarts; Belleford steps down as Hogwarts closes until further notice |
| Welcome to Hogwarts Interactive Role Play, one of the net's best in Harry Potter and Hogwarts role plays. We hope you enjoy your visit. Here at Hogwarts our students are currently in their Seventh Year. Last year, the war against the Knights crescendoed into a direct attack against the school. Disappearances are still reported (or not) daily, and the Dark Lord and his Knights of Walpurgis have succeeded in spreading their message of "do as thou will" far and wide across the globe. Magical Law Enforcement, which is now the only authority in the wizarding world under Martial Law, has responded by tightening security, controlling the media, and strictly enforcing curfews and other laws. Their control is damaging to the people's freedom, and their hierarchy is a suspicious lot. It is clear that some members of the MLE like their new found power a bit too much, others see it necessary, but all are in serious danger of being consumed by it. But with the picture of just what Azariah Amaranth is after becoming ever clearer, and a third player in the form of a group called SAVIOR entering the scene, what will the MLE do next to ensure that they've got the situation under control? The Elementium, the Higher Plane that had once been hidden just beyond the veil in the Department of Mysteries, and the Deathly Hallows. The pieces of the puzzle have been identified, but what picture do they make? Today is Day 1 of Year Seven. Students have had time to recover from the Knight's attack, and are beginning to reluctantly return to the walls of Hogwarts. The safety of the school has been diminished, bringing up the question everyone must ask. Are you safe anywhere these days? It's up to each individual to decide their fate, where will you decide to go? You're currently viewing our forum as a guest. This means you are limited to certain areas of the board and there are some features you can't use. If you join our community, you'll be able to access member-only sections, and use many member-only features such as customizing your profile, sending personal messages, and voting in polls. Registration is simple, fast, and completely free. If you are interested in joining our forum as a role player, please take a look at the Joining HIRP Checklist (click me!) for an easy-to-follow guide on how to join! Click here to register! Await your email confirmation before you can post. If you're already a member please log in to your account to access all of our features: |
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| Precious Hindert | Mar 28 2009, 01:23:00 PM Post #21 |
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"That 'idiot' happens to be a friend of mine-" The Gryffindor took out his wand. "Oh I'm so scared-" "Good God, Pinky! Please, for the love of all that's holy, stop masturbating to yourself so you can finally, for the first Goddamn time in your life, pull your own head out of your asshole!" Precious raised her eyebrow in question. "Do you even know what your saying?" Precious said with a smirk. What really ticked her off, was that nickname. Pinky. One of the bad sides of having pink hair. Grabbing her bags, the Slytherin strutted over to the Gryffindor. Leaning into his ear, she whispered: "Watch your words, cunt." and with that, the girl kicked his cane, hopefully it would have made him fall straight onto his face. But Precious didn't get to see if ever did happen, because she turned and strutted away, holding her head high. "Aww, look. It's Miss Precious Hindert, trying to make people care about her again. It's soooo, so pathetic, don't you think?" Oh God. Emma Gray. Placing all her bags onto one hand, Precious held up her free hand and flipped Emma off. And walked off. In victory. Edited by Precious Hindert, Mar 28 2009, 01:27:17 PM.
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| Hellius Surla | Mar 28 2009, 01:38:41 PM Post #22 |
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Throwing his arm around Emma as she arrived, Hellius kept all of his weight off of his left leg as he used his girlfriend for support. "She tries way too goddamn hard," Hellius said, raising his eyebrow as the cane was kicked out of his hand. When 3rd years were asked what they knew about Hellius Surla, they either swallowed hard and mumbled, or they covered their ears and started to scream. This was because the young man had an unbelievable reputation to be one of the most homicidal assholes on the campus. He had destroyed someone's hands, blew someone into the lake with a Reducto, strangled the top dog with rope and beat him down with his fists from his pillar of ash. He had looked death in the face through Veronique Duchesne and merely laughed. Hellius Surla had killed, and it was all through the mindset of idiots thinking that they would be able to f*ck with him. "Oh, boy..." A student said, walking in the other direction. Growling, Hellius dug his nails into his left palm and took his arm off from Emma's shoulder. He dropped his wand from his sleeve to his hand and hopped so his right shoulder was facing Precious' direction. Twice he made a wand movement, "Incendio!" Hellius murmured, pointed at her hair, "Diffindo!" He said quietly, focused on her clothes. Popping his neck, Hellius prepared himself for a possible duel, or to laugh his ass off from a pink fire and/or a wardrobe malfunction. Edited by Hellius Surla, Mar 28 2009, 01:41:56 PM.
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| Emma Gray | Mar 28 2009, 01:44:54 PM Post #23 |
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"Have you ever looked at a person, seriously, and thought, 'Damn. Where on EARTH are their parents?' What kind of mother would seriously let their daughter walk out of the house like that?" questioned Emma thoughtfully, placing one hand on her hip as she watched Precious walk away. At least she knows when to shut up, right? Emma rolled her eyes, and tried to move past whatever shit Precious Hindert was trying to stir up. She finally acknowledged her friends that were there. Precious had totally distracted Em. She smiled at all of them, and leaned in to hug Addie, squeezing her reassuringly. Emma didn't want to single her out, but she couldn't help herself. As Em pulled away, she pointed to her prefect badge, pinned onto her robes, sparkling. "Birds of a feather flock together, right?" Em forced a smile. "I think you guys will -" "Incendio! Diffindo!" " - Oh, dear God, the Energizer Bunny is going to burn, baby, burn. Do you think cotton candy is really flammable...?" |
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| Addie Lumineux | Mar 28 2009, 01:58:17 PM Post #24 |
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Addie frowned, watching the exchange with Precious, biting down on her lip lightly at Emma's comment. Emma didn't mean anything by it, Addie was just being over sensitive. Which was becoming increasingly frustrating. Despite her recent stupor, she would occasionally catch the glances people gave her. Sympathetic, worried, or just curious. She didn't want the attention, she just wanted everything to go back to normal. Addie forced a smile and hugged her best friend, nodding slightly. "Of course." |
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| Iris Vibora | Mar 28 2009, 03:23:39 PM Post #25 |
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"I don't believe we have met before,"I'm Mitchell" Oh yay. More stuck up Slythrins. "Hello."Iris smiled then the boy turned back to Precious, "Anyway, nice to meet you..." If this boy thought he could walk all over Iris, this boy, Mitchell, was wrong. "YOU HALF-BREED IDIOT. YOU DROPPED MY STUFF, MORON." "Oh, sorry dear." Iris sneered, "By the way I'm not a halfbreed, I'm a pureblood darling." "GET OUT OF HERE. NO ONE NEEDS MORONS LIKE YOU!" "Why so mad?" She innocently asked, "It was an accident" she laughed to herself, but then she found a suitcase coming in her direction. Quickly she dodged it while Teddy caught it behind her. "Nice aim." she laughed sarcastically. "Woahh there," Teddy said, handing the suitcase back to Precious. "What do you think you're doing?" "Her wrist was sprained so I came to help her," Iris told him, "But I guess it magically got better." "What do I think I'm doing? I'm trying to set this slave straight. She's clearly an idiot." "Oh wow," she commented, "So I've been promoted from moron to slave?" "That 'idiot' happens to be a friend of mine-" "What do you want, anyway?" Precious demanded. "Good God, Pinky! Please, for the love of all that's holy, stop masturbating to yourself so you can finally, for the first Goddamn time in your life, pull your own head out of your asshole!" Iris heard Hellius say. "Do you even know what your saying?" "Aww, look. It's Miss Precious Hindert, trying to make people care about her again. It's soooo, so pathetic, don't you think?" She remembered this voice, it was Emma! "Hey Emma!" She greeted happily, "It's been a while." Precious flipped Emma off, while Iris stared angrily, "Oh wow amazing." She commented to her, "Anyone can do that." She said as she held her middle finger toward Precious just as she had done. "Oh and by the way, I still don't know your name." "She tries way too goddamn hard," Hellius said. Iris agreed, "Mhm." "Incendio!Diffindo!" Iris turned toward Hellius, "What are you doing?" " - Oh, dear God, the Energizer Bunny is going to burn, baby, burn. Do you think cotton candy is really flammable...?" Iris knew what they were up to now, she laughed a little, then turned toward Teddy and gave him a giant hug, "Teddy! I fell like it's been forever." Edited by Iris Vibora, Mar 28 2009, 03:26:38 PM.
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| Mitchell Kalvor | Mar 28 2009, 03:41:18 PM Post #26 |
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Mitchell jumped as Precious started shouting at Iris. His eyes widened as more and more people began to notice and started shouting too. Whoa! Okay... He mainly ignored what everone said, and merely watched. Precious walked off and Mitchell stared after her. "Yes I do know who you are...." he muttered to himself. Out of the corner of his eye Mitchell saw a boy point his wand at Precious. Mitchell turned to face him. " - Oh, dear God, the Energizer Bunny is going to burn, baby, burn. Do you think cotton candy is really flammable...?" said another girl. He glared at the pair of them. "Excuse me. But what is that supposed to mean!?" he snapped. Mtchell quickly drew out his wand and pointed it at them, a smirk spread across his face. |
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| Teddy Lupin | Mar 28 2009, 03:52:01 PM Post #27 |
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Teddy was startled as Iris collided with him in an enormous hug. "Teddy! I feel like it's been forever." "Er- hi Iris," he said, patting her awkwardly on the back, "I missed you, too." He gently pulled away and smiled at the rest of the group. "How was the rest of everyone's summer?" |
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| Emma Gray | Mar 28 2009, 03:57:56 PM Post #28 |
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Emma's eye brows arched, and her jaw tightened. The edges of her smile pulled upwards into a smirk as she slowly took out her wand, and twirled in in between her fingers, dangling it in front of Mitchell's face. "You heard me," hissed Emma, stepping closer to Mitchell. Her body inches from his, she grabbed his wrist, and moved it so that his wand was pointing directly at her heart. "Come on. I dare you. Show me what you've got!" smiled Emma, her eyes twinkling. She threw back her head and laughed. It appeared as though she didn't expect anything to come from him. She had stared danger in the eyes before. She'd seen death. There was nothing Mitchell could possibly do to her to make things any worse, or better. |
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| Iris Vibora | Mar 28 2009, 04:02:24 PM Post #29 |
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"Er- hi Iris," Teddy patted her on the back, "I missed you, too." Iris laughed, "I hope you know you don't give very good hugs." "How was the rest of everyone's summer?" "Excuse me. But what is that supposed to mean!?" Iris rolled her eyes as Mitchell pulled out his wand. "What good is that going to do?" She questioned, "Just add onto the chaos? That's very smart, Mitchell" "You heard me," Emma had grabbed Mitchell's hand and turned it completly around, Iris drew her own wand. "Come on. I dare you. Show me what you've got!" "Think about it, there is one of you, and two of us." OOC|| Or three, I don't know how many people there actually is. :] )) |
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| Rosalind Barlow | Mar 28 2009, 04:03:56 PM Post #30 |
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Rosalind casually stepped off of the train , dragging her luggage behind her. Before she had left home, her father had jokingly asked if she was bringing her entire room to Hogwarts -- well, it sure was heavy enough! Once she had managed to get it all off of the train without hurting herself, she looked around for familiar faces, only to find ones she hadn't been looking for. That is to say, they were faces she had never liked seeing. Out of the corner of her eye, Rosalind spotted Emma and some Slytherin getting into some trouble. The Prefect Badge on Emma's robes caught her attention, considering all the hard work the girl had put in over the years, she deserved such an honor. "Uh, hi!" she greeted, her eyes darting between the two. Rosalind knew she was interrupting...uh, something, but this early on in the year (before they had even technically arrived at school), there was no need for any spats. "So Emma, how was your summer?" she asked, attempting to draw attention away from the Slytherin boy next to them. It probably wouldn't work, but it was worth a try, right? "Did you go on vacation or do anything interesting? Were you at the World Cup?" |
character sheet || plot page || diary || Elaine || Brennan || Laurel|| Mary-Eleanor![]() the ones who are mad to talk, mad to live, mad to be saved | |
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| Emma Gray | Mar 28 2009, 04:18:38 PM Post #31 |
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People change. There were so many thoughts running through Emma's mind as she stood directly in front of Mitchell, his wand pointed at her heart. It was like waiting on the train tracks for the train to come, but Emma felt no sort of anxiety. Usually, when faced with the current situation, people would break out in a sweat. Maybe even wince a little. Not Emma. Not anymore, at least. What was there to fear? A scrawny, fifteen year old with a stick of wood? "Oh yes, I was at the World Cup," replied Emma, glancing at Rosalind, who had stumbled upon the group, seemingly to diffuse the escalating situation. Emma forced a smile, but it looked not at all genuine. She looked like she was garnering a great pleasure from just absolutely teasing Mitchell. "Of course I was at the World Cup." Emma avoided looking at Addie...she didn't have the heart to. "New subject," snapped Emma quickly. "Let's talk about...you." She tilted her head, looking at the Slytherin boy with a flirtatious smile on her face. "How about me and you?" It was way too easy to twist her enemies into feeling angry - very angry, fast. But something, deep in Em's conscience, was bothering her. The voice that left her lips didn't sound like hers. It was dark, and harsh. It wasn't like her at all. But Emma ignored it. She always ignored it. |
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| Rosalind Barlow | Mar 28 2009, 04:29:36 PM Post #32 |
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There were few things Rosalind Barlow hated. That being said, the things that she did hate, she loathed. Normally, she was just kind of a sponge...people said things or did things, and she shrugged; it wasn't any of her business and she didn't really care. But frankly, insincerity was a big pet peeve of hers. Personally, she didn't know what had happened over the summer to Emma or whatever, however, Rosalind believed whole-heartedly that there is never an excuse to toss civility to the wayside. There wasn't a person in the world who had a perfect life, who nothing bad ever happened to. "Well fine," Rosalind commented. "I was simply trying to be, oh, I don't know -- nice. Sorry if that was inconvenient." Her voice dripped with sarcasm, and considering she was felt no inspiration to see anymore of this rude, mean Emma Gray, Rosalind turned on her heel (nearly forgetting her luggage) and headed off in the other direction. It was unfortunate that Emma was changing, whether momentarily or permanently; she had always liked the girl. Mentally, Rosalind shrugged, and pulled her luggage with her, going off to find someone else to talk to or something else all together. |
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| Emma Gray | Mar 28 2009, 04:49:59 PM Post #33 |
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Emma could practically already predict what the others were thinking. "What are you doing, Emma?" "Who are you trying to impress, Emma?" "This isn't like you." "You're acting irresponsible, Emma." "Who are you?" Only one person, though, vocalized Emma's thoughts. "I was simply trying to be, oh, I don't know -- nice. Sorry if that was inconvenient." Emma didn't dare look at Rosalind as she walked away. Emma had gotten carried away...but it wasn't Emma's own opinion of herself that was bothering her. It was what the others were undoubtedly thinking of her. She shoved Mitchell hard in his chest, just to get away from him. |
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| Mitchell Kalvor | Mar 28 2009, 05:29:09 PM Post #34 |
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Mitchell's eyes narrowed as Emma took his wand and placed it upon her heart. "Come on. I dare you. Show me what you've got!". His head turned towards Iris as she started to speak, "Think about it, there is one of you, and two of us." Mitchell laughed. I could take you both on. No problem. he thought. Another girl wandered in to the group and started to speak. Hah, the world cup, bad topic to pick... Mitchell laughed again. Emma had clearly been upset by this. She turned to look at Mitchell. "Let's talk about...you." Mitchell's eyes widened. "What do you mean" he questioned, suprisingly he sounded, shocked. "How about me and you?" Mitchell gasped, completely surprised. Ha was not expecting something like this. She seemed pretty serious too. Mitchell's eyes narrowed, this was way too strange. Once minute, he had his wand at her heart, the next she was asking to get together with him! This was way out of his comfort zone. Emma shoved Mitchell, hard. He leapt back, and raised his wand. "Petrificus Totalus!" he shouted. Mitchell instantly spun around and started to stride away. He didn't look to see if the spell hit, but sneered over his shoulder. "And by the way. It would never happen" to Emma. |
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| Eyran Nixs | Mar 28 2009, 05:39:08 PM Post #35 |
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Stepping off the train onto solid ground, Eyran wobbled a bit. Over the summer he had bought a few things to prepare for this day, brown hair dye, a black beanie and much more. He had found out on the train that his mother had bewitched his hair dye to only last for a week, but that was the kind of person Maigre was. She thought his hair was beautiful, and he shouldn't change what he was given. But Eyran hated his blinding hair, so he went against his mother's wishes and dyed it anyways. He glanced around and noticed a group of people he knew. He picked up his bags and walked toward them,"Hey g----" "Petrificus Totalus!" Eyran fell to the floor with a flood. What just happened?! His body lyed stunned on the ground, his eyes flashing from one side to another, hoping some one could help him. Great way to start out a new year, Eyran thought and desperately hoped Emma wasn't watching. |
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| Constanta Lupei | Mar 28 2009, 05:58:29 PM Post #36 |
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Constanta grinned and hugged Tinsley back, failing to note that she didn't sound thrilled at all about the coming year. "I've missed you too. My summer's been boring as hell. But guess what? I made Prefect!" she said excitedly, flashing Tinsley her badge. She was so excited about having this new responsibility; it was amazing that the professors had thought she was the person for the job, considering her monthly transformations. She didn't want to keep the conversation herself, so she searched for some change in Tinsley she could comment on. A locket gleamed around her neck; it almost had a magical shine to it. "Where did you get that locket? It's beautiful." |
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| Eleonore Collins | Mar 28 2009, 06:03:31 PM Post #37 |
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...at the Cup! Didn't you... ...says it was madness...He says he still can't believe... ...still having nightmares... ...Dark Lord... Such were the snippets of conversation that met Ella's ears as she attempted to navigate herself through the sea of her fellow students. Not that she was suprised--for the past several weeks since the World Cup, the same thing had been on the mind of almost the entire Wizarding World. She stopped for a moment, brushing a dark strand of hair out of her eyes out of habit and trying to see over the heads of students--not an easy task, seeing as the 5th year was barely five feet tall. Sighing in frustation, she gave up trying to find someone familiar and simply followed the general direction that most poeple seemed to be walking in. She continued this way for a few minutes before, quite suddenly, she realized she was about to trip over someone lying on the ground. Blinking, she looked down at the ravenclaw boy at her feet. What in the-- |
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| Michael Wood | Mar 28 2009, 06:08:21 PM Post #38 |
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Michael stepped off the train, lugging his suitcase behind him. Just last week, Michael had made his annual trip to Diagon Alley to purchase the next year's needed supplies and books. He had missed the Quidditch World Cup, not being at all interested in mere entertainment like flying around on brooms with over-sized balls flying around, trying to score a goal in three extremely tall hoops. Although, he had heard there was quite the fun there, and almost regretted not going. Almost. After actually reaching the ground at Hogsmeade Station, Michael realized he had descended into a scene from hell. There was a stunned boy on the ground, a boy from his own house with his wand pointed at him, and many others scattered about the scene. Looking around for the cause, he spotted that loathsome girl Precious, or Pinky as people began to call her. I would bet 10 galleons that she caused this whole pathetic scene. She is so stupid, and shouldn't have been allowed to even come to learn at Hogwarts. What a waste of space. Maybe I better find out what is really happening. Mentally shrugging, Michael walked over to the boy, Mitchell by name, and asked, "What is going on here? |
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| Hellius Surla | Mar 28 2009, 06:49:56 PM Post #39 |
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Hellius watched casually as an argument erupted between Emma and a Slytherin boy. He began chuckling when the Slytherin took the sarcastic flirtation seriously, and then turned away to his cane on the ground, picking it up and steadying himself again. When he turned back to Emma, the Slytherin boy had fired a spell, hitting a Ravenclaw which Hellius had remembered from Emma's party. The Shadow Elementium user sighed, pointing his wand at the stunned boy and flicking the piece of wood. "Finite." A pure white ball was fired from the tip of his wand and it connected with him, clearing all effects of the spell. Putting his wand back into his sleeve, it was exactly at that point that Hellius remembered the gift he received in the mail from Bidelia Belleford. He remembered laughing, significantly, when it was brought to him by one of his servants, but then he almost took it as a sarcastic insult. Hellius didn't deserve the badge in the least, but at the same time, he was amazed that the Headmistress trusted him with the position of Prefect. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out the envelope with his Prefect badge in it. Smirking proudly to himself, he pinned it on his jacket, and then leaned comfortably on his cane. "Five points from Slytherin for attacking an innocent," Hellius chuckled, reaching down to pull the Ravenclaw boy to his feet. Edited by Hellius Surla, Mar 28 2009, 06:54:03 PM.
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| Eyran Nixs | Mar 28 2009, 07:00:32 PM Post #40 |
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"What is going on here? I'd love to respond, but if you haven't noticed I've been hit by a body bind charm. "Finite." the spell was lifted from Eyran, "Five points from Slytherin for attacking an innocent," Hellius helped Eyran up. "Thanks." Eyran felt good to know be able to move, no thanks to some spell he had just walked into. "Um, Eyran I'm...I'm Eyran, I mean." Why does this always happen to me? |
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