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Old 01-13-2011, 11:23 PM   #250 (permalink)
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Hogwarts RPG Name:
Abraham Orlando Botros-Giordano
Gryffindor
Third Year

Hogwarts RPG Name:
Aurelio Kolya Kaiser
Slytherin
Seventh Year

Hogwarts RPG Name:
Alexei Dragomirov Petrov
Slytherin
Fifth Year

Hogwarts RPG Name:
Typhon Ulysses Prince
Slytherin
Seventh Year

Hogwarts RPG Name:
Achilles Alexander Zacharias
Ravenclaw
Seventh Year
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Default LOL, that was a nice touch. I... think I'll stop now.
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Originally Posted by Lockhartian View Post
Eyebrow raised again.

In all fairness, whatever his sister seems to think about this boy couldn't be far from reality, she needed her mind checked, for sure. All those Bludgers were to blame.

"Unfortunately, no, not reversed." And he didn't miss the last thing Jake said either. Perhaps he ought to try out for Beater and aim a Bludger at his head. Take out the Seeker, no?

The boy was raising his hand, like for the eleventh time since class started, or since the discussion started and shook his head, "I think it quite egoistic of Mr. Morgan to be thinking of having his own card made."

But then he added more, "There is also 'The Emperor', which I personally find interesting for its nature of controlling the uncontrollable." Which in this case, will be Bishop. She won't gain control over the things she couldn't, right?
Not reversed? Well that was just odd. "I think you need to re-observe the meanings of the cards, Lockhart," Jake said neutrally. Security? Maybe... but the rest? He had no material desire or lust or any of that... but things like uncontrolled ambition, true evil and being bonded to certain situations (like his third year...)

Poor little Lockhart. So naiive and, quite frankly- wait, what?

That little...

He had just BETTER wait for tryouts. Jake would knock him off his broom.

And incorporate sand into that somehow.

"You misinterpreted me," he said simply, and sat back in his chair. HE wouldn't say another one. He'd already given the professor two. He'd give others a chance.

For now, he'd silently scrunch up a page of parchment. He'd get the boy on his way out if anything.
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