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Hogwarts RPG Name: Professor Cox Ravenclaw Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: CJ Miller Gryffindor Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nyle Harden Hufflepuff Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Iris Harden Ravenclaw Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Calliope Barrington Slytherin Fifth Year Ministry Department Head:
Charles Hollingberry Minister's Office Ministry Department Head:
Airey Flamsteed Mysteries Diagon Alley Proprietor:
Victor García Massey Ollivanders
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| any Gryffindors who want to pretend to have been escorted by us from the CR feel free astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK | & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf Gryffindor common room thoroughly evacuated and emergency notice in place there as well thanks to some Protean charmwork set up by himself and Maddox to follow all emergency procedures and head to the Great Hall (including the always festive words of the latter - MOVE QUICKLY AND SMARTLY. DON’T BE THAT IDIOT THAT GETS YOURSELF KILLED THINKING YOU ARE THE NEXT CHOSEN ONE BECAUSE YOU’RE NOT), the Gryffindor Head of House lead the charge through whatever THAT had been in the entrance hall and into the Great Hall.
Positively exhausted from fending off acromantulas and running up and down seven flights of MOVING stairs, Airey found himself a vacant spot on the wall to lean his head against to catch his breath. Casting spells and running for your life was real tiring business. His wand arm hung loosely at his side while his other clutched two rocks. Pebbles and Boulder to be precise. Thank MERLIN he had sent Hershel home with Medea before the winter holidays.
Finally catching his breath, he gave the Great Hall a quick look around. Was everyone accounted for? Judging from that inferno in the entrance and all those eight legged freaks...well, he didn't really want to think about that.
__________________ We broke into a million pieces, and we can't go back.........................................
But now we're seeing all the beauty in the broken glass..................................... 
The scars are part of me, darkness and harmony
My voice without the lies, this is what it sounds like |
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