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Post by Sarentegra Imura on May 20, 2006 20:34:30 GMT -5
A tap of the bricks and voila, Sarentegra Imura was in Diagon Alley, her red hair billowing about her face like something from a psychopath's worst nightmare, her fierce gray eyes looking about. There was a dangerous edge to the way she moved, so much like a predator stalking her prey when in fact she was only just perusing for school supplies. A long-fingered, pale and scarred hand took a sheaf of parchment from her pocket and she read the things silently to herself, lips moving wordlessly, taking the contents to heart and memory. Once establishing what she needed, Sarentegra, or Saren as she was often called, made her way to buy her robes- she had shot up a good three inches over the summer, making her a thundering six feet and four inches at the glorious age of sixteen- she was a sixth year and in Slytherin; that meant, of course, that she was a pure blood and came from a long line of pure wizards and witches, the name 'Imura' being a very well-known one, almost as well-known as the Malfoys and the Blacks.
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Post by connorweasley on May 20, 2006 20:41:19 GMT -5
"Hey whats up? I haven't see you here before, are you new? I've heard there's going to be alot of cool new events this year that the staff will be hosting."
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Post by Sarentegra Imura on May 20, 2006 20:46:53 GMT -5
Hearing a voice, Sarentegra looked over at the hufflepuff and raised a slender, arched crimson brow, turning in her tracks to stare at her. A scowl creased her lips but she willed it to disappear. "No, I'm no' new...I jus' don' talk t' those no' in m' 'ouse," she muttered, her accent quite hard to comprehend- she was an Ireland native after all and did have a heavy lilt that swayed to and fro in its intensity depending on how worked up she was.
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Post by connorweasley on May 21, 2006 8:52:00 GMT -5
"Oh I just haven't seen you around before... are you exicted about this new year in X-Hogwarts?
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Post by Sarentegra Imura on May 21, 2006 12:37:37 GMT -5
Sarentegra gave an idle shrug and searched for a hair tie in her pockets to tame back her mane- the wind was being particularly evil to her that day and it was starting to wear on her last nerves. "I suppose so. Th' new things tha' are s'posed t' b' goin' aroun' do sound a mite bit in'eres'in'," she replied, having spent the summer trying to figure out things with her elder brother Liam, who taught at a different magic academy as a Transfiguration teacher.
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Post by travis on May 21, 2006 12:47:14 GMT -5
Travis strolled out of the Ice Cream Parlor and saw some students conversing. He watched for a minute or two wondering if they were to join him at X-Hogwarts this term. He decided to go have a visit and introduce himself. "Hello there," he said, introducing himself. "My name is Travis. Are you two attending X-Hogwarts this year?"
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Post by Sarentegra Imura on May 21, 2006 12:50:29 GMT -5
The sound of yet another voice made Saren give up her futile search for a rubber band and she instinctively bristled, the wolf in her quite irked at so many people interrupting her along her search for school supplies. However, years of battling with her werewolf self- yes, she was a werewolf-, which was since she was three, thirteen years ago, had taught her how to restrain from showing any physical signs of her other self. Her stromy gaze then traveled to Travis and she nodded curtly. "I am. 'Oo are you?" she asked curiosuly, raising a brow.
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Jenny
Ravenclaw 
Ravenclaw is the best house there is!
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Post by Jenny on May 21, 2006 12:51:10 GMT -5
Jenny had just finished eating some ice cream. She saw a couple of people talking and wondered if they were going to school with her. Jenny had shoulder-length, straight, brown hair and brown eyes. She then noticed another person. She walked up to them. "Hi. I'm Jenny." She said. "Will you be going to X-Hogwarts?" She asked them. This was going to be Jenny's first year there. She had finished buying her supplies and Snowy, her Snowy Owl was on her shoulder.
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Post by connorweasley on May 21, 2006 14:52:58 GMT -5
"Yes I'm going to X-Hogwarts with you and the rest of these other students" said Connor politely.OOC: This was Connors second year at X-Hogwarts. Connor had light brown hair that was about to his eyebrows.
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Post by Nocturne Kitasohma on May 21, 2006 15:27:16 GMT -5
Nocturne's deep violet eyes stared at the booklist in the girl's tanned hands. Her hair was a deep plum colour, and waist length. She studied the booklist, before looking around. She had a thin, lanky frame, though she was only short in height.
With a sigh, she walked through diagon alley aimlessly, she had never been in diagon alley before because her father was a muggle, and her mother had tried hard to make Nocturne's life as normal as possible.
She frowned when she caught sight of her reflection in a window. She stared at her hair, before frowning deeply. Her hair colour changed from plum to brunette, and shortened so that it reached her shoulder-blades. She gasped when it finished; it was always painful to change her appearence, though the more she did it, the less painful it became, and she couldn't completely control it, her hair and eyes often changed colour if she was extremely emotional.
She looked over to a small group of students, before looking to her booklist. She sighed, and walked over to them. "Excuse me, do you know where these books are sold?" She asked, showing the booklist.
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Post by Roxy on May 21, 2006 15:38:05 GMT -5
Roxanne walked through Diagon alley wondering who was there that she could hang out with. She sighed she still had alot of supplies that she had to buy .
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Post by Nocturne Kitasohma on May 21, 2006 15:53:04 GMT -5
Nocturne sighed, before looking around. She raised an eyebrow when she saw a singly girl, walking alone, and resisted the urge to walk over to her.
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Post by Sarentegra Imura on May 21, 2006 16:09:19 GMT -5
Too many people were approaching this trapped animal of sorts and she sidled away from the group a bit to catch a mite of fresh air, willing the winds around her to enter into her nose and refresh her quavering, deprived lungs. Of no fault of her own, they did at last and she let out a relieved sigh, letting the cool breezes dart through her thick mane of crimson locks once more, cooling down the start of a boiling temper. Hearting Nocturne's inquiry, she looked over the list and nodded. "S'over there, righ' b' the Owlery, lass," she murmured. You see, Sarentegra wasn't a particularly cruel person- just to Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs usually, as was the typical bashings, but when faced with a group of strange people that she didn't know...she could be quite cross and short with people, despite her thundering height of six feet and four inches. When faced with one or two people, she was alright and generally indifferent.
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Post by Nocturne Kitasohma on May 21, 2006 16:46:01 GMT -5
Nocturne smiled to Serentegra, "Thank you." She said with a short bow, a habit that was hard to break after a holiday in Japan. She looked around, heading towards the owlery. She stopped to look through the owlery window, before she caught sight of her reflection again. She grimaced, frowning deeply. Her eye colour changed to a soft blue, and her hair became mousy blonde. With a grin, she headed into the shop next door, buying the books she needed with what little gold had been stored in her vault.
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Post by Sarentegra Imura on May 21, 2006 16:53:01 GMT -5
Sarentegra gave a nod and stretched her arms slightly, glancing back at the little group of questioners, hoping to escape their words as she edged over to get her robes. Succeeding, she entered in and got remeasured, getting repriminds from the shop owner about growing too much, kind ones of course. Giving a wan grin, Saren purchased a new set of robes, able to sell back her old ones for a good price- money was no problem for a pure-blood Slytherin such as herself, but it was always nice to have some on hand. She ducked into an alley and looked at her new robes again: seven black ones and a nice trio of emerald green with silver lining ones to show off her Slytherin pride. Picking out one of the green ones, she donned it and instantly felt much better and a lot taller and, with her head held high, she escaped from the alley and looked about to purchase her other school items.
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Post by Nocturne Kitasohma on May 21, 2006 16:57:07 GMT -5
Nocturne looked around with a sigh; why didn't this place come with a map? She frowned, "Where do I go now?" She asked nobody inparticular, wandering aimlessly, not having a clue what shops where selling what, despite window displays. Her eyes caught sight of a shop named Quality Quidditch Supplies. She looked through the window curiously, "What's quidditch?" She asked herself, staring at various items.
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Post by Sarentegra Imura on May 21, 2006 17:02:07 GMT -5
The accursed winds that had helped darling Sarentegra Imura out just minutes before now brought a plague upon her by bringing Nocturne's words to her ears about Quidditch. Her grays went wide and she placed her hands on her hips, for a moment there believing that the girl was trying to play a trick on someone wherin then she realized that she, Nocturne was talking to herself and the only way that she, Saren, knew what was going on was because of the wolf in her and the fact that the winds seemed to be playing in her favour that day. In a few brisk strides Sarentegra was at the girl's side again, her robe contrasting startingly with the red of her hair, giving off a smarting hue to those who weren't used to seeing it. "Quidditch is th' best game e'er inven'ed. S'played on 'roomsticks w' se'en players on ea' 'eam- 'oo 'eams," she said, a spark in her eyes. Sarentegra was a Chaser, herself, and rather liked being one, even if she was a very good target for Bludgers.
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Post by Nocturne Kitasohma on May 21, 2006 17:06:35 GMT -5
Nocturne, after a moment deciphering Sarentegra's thick accent, looked to the slitherin in awe, "Broomsticks, as in broomsticks that you read about in stories?" She asked, finding it increasingly odd that things she had only read about were true. "So... what are the rules of Quidditch?" She asked curiously.
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Post by Sarentegra Imura on May 21, 2006 17:15:35 GMT -5
She was finding this girl increasingly odd, but kept that bit of commentary to herself wisely, not wanting to be rude at the moment- rudeness came when people tried to get all 'friendly' with her, namely guys, if you catch my drift. Most wanted to see if her hair was a natural red and they wanted to see if her legs went all the way up, so to speak, if one is savvy in that sort. "Aye, 'roomsticks. Th' 'ules o' Quidditch are gran'. 'Ere's a keeper, 'ree 'asers, 'oo 'eaters, an' a seeker. Me, I'm a 'aser. Th' 'eeper's a bi' li'e...th' 'oal keeper an' keeps th' Quaffle- tha's a big red ball- fro' goin' into th' 'ree 'ircles. Th' 'eaters slam Bludgers 'round wi' their clubs an' try t' knock those o' th' o'er 'eam off o' their 'roomsticks while keepin' th' same Bludgers fro' dismemberin' those o' their own. Th' 'asers pass 'round th' Quaffle an' score points- ten per shot. Now, th' seeker darts abou' loo'in' f'r th' golden Snitch- a mite li'le gold ball wi' wings. If th' Seeker catches th' Snitch, th' games o'er an' their 'eam ge's 150 points f'r it- usually tha' 'eam wins, but there's bee' special 'ases. Savvy?" she said, brushing a piece of dust from her new robes.
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Post by Nocturne Kitasohma on May 22, 2006 10:36:58 GMT -5
Nocturne listened intently, "Uh... I understand, I think." she said. "So its similar to football... with three balls, and three goalposts on each side... played on broomsticks." She said thoughtfully, before frowning, "Its actually very different from football now I think about it." she added, smiling sheepishly. She looked at her reflection again, "Do you think this hair colour suits me?" she asked suddenly.
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Post by Sarentegra Imura on May 22, 2006 18:20:28 GMT -5
To Sarentegra (and me!) and her limited knowledge of muggles, football was what Americans called soccer, so naturally she gave an indifferent shrug, chosing not to think about all of that at the moment. Muggles irked her with their ignorant and incompetant flirting ways, many of them trying the same, or very similar, pick-up lines that wizards did. And, quite frankly, Sarentegra would never so much as look at a muggle twice, no matter how gorgeous he was. After all, she had her pride and pure lines to think about, did she not? "Once ye play or watch a ga'e, ye ge' used t' i'. Me, I ra'er li'e i'...s'pecially th' Ireland 'eam. They're bloo'y brill'ant," she said, a smirk dappling across her pale face, gray eyes lighting up. It was only natural that Sarentegra feel pride for her country's prize Quidditch team, and boast about them to perhaps influence the views of a new possible Quidditch-fanatic. The question about the hair made her adapt a curious look and she blinked. "Bea's me...I'm qui'e partial t' re' m'self, bu' tha's 'cause o' me own self," remarked she, tugging at one of her crimson tresses.
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Post by Nocturne Kitasohma on May 23, 2006 10:05:51 GMT -5
Nocturne grinned, "You'll have to show me sometime." She said, before frowning, "I think I'll go for long and red." She added thoughtfully, before frowning deeply. Her hair grew, and the colour changed to a light red-orange colour, she stared at her reflection, before smiling, "Yeah, that's better." She said, before turning to Sarentegra, "What do you think?"
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Post by Sarentegra Imura on May 23, 2006 19:17:29 GMT -5
The Irish lass sighed to herself as she pictured the Ireland team in her mind's eye- one day she hoped to join them but knew she couldn't because of something that occured to her once a month, sometimes twice. No, it doesn't happen to all females, mind you, only to those who were bitten by the horrid creatures that lurk in the night on full moons. Yes, werewolves. She would try out, explain to the captain and promoter her issue and see where that took her. Just so long as they didn't try to haul her off to Azkaban or St. Mungo's, she'd be right fine. "Ah...I li'e it," she said with a soft chuckle, gray eyes gleaming.
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Post by ronandhermione on May 23, 2006 19:41:58 GMT -5
OOC:Um hello?i am very new.what is going on here?
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Post by ronandhermione on May 23, 2006 19:46:57 GMT -5
OOC:Anyone?
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Post by Sarentegra Imura on May 23, 2006 19:48:03 GMT -5
ooc:// check your messages.
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Post by ronandhermione on May 23, 2006 19:51:26 GMT -5
OOC:already did.
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Post by Headmaster Cameron on May 23, 2006 21:27:09 GMT -5
Attention, ronandhermione, I trust that you have read the rules before you started posting. If you have not, I highly recommend you do so. Small, one line posts such as these... OOC:Um hello?i am very new.what is going on here? ...are considered spam and that is against the rules. I am giving you a warning and I trust that I will not see any more of these. There may be punishments if I do. I understand that you are new and that you may not have Role Played much before but I am telling you now that you need to introduce yourself in Diagon Alley if you have not already. Once you have done that, wait a little bit for someone to reply then get a topic going. Role Playing requires patience and imagination. I trust you will take my advice. Good luck and thank you. |
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Post by Nocturne Kitasohma on May 24, 2006 9:07:18 GMT -5
Nocturne smiled to Sarentegra, "That's good." she said, running her fingers through her hair. She noticed Sarentegra's robes and blanched, "Am I supposed to get those?" she asked, rooting through her pockets for her letter. She grinned when she found it, reading it quickly, "Aha... so I need a robe... a cat, owl, or toad...." She sighed, "How am I gonna find all of these." She said, before turning to Sarentegra pleadingly, "Will you help? This is my first time at diagon alley, because my father's a muggle." she said softly, she put her hands together, "Please?" she added softly, hoping that sarentegra would help.
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Post by Sarentegra Imura on May 24, 2006 13:39:52 GMT -5
When asked about her robes, she nodded and looked down at the badge on hers in pride- oh yes, she loved being a Slytherin. It was perfect and they did, no matter what anyone said, get the best-looking lads around as most pure families married for three things: purity, riches, and good looks. "Sure I'll 'elp- wai', y'r da's a Muggle?" she spoke the word with geniune dislike out of habit, not out of dislike for her father in general. For you see, Sarentegra had been brought up to hate Muggles and those associated with them, so she was a bit sore with the Ministry of Magic, or at least some departments of it.
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