09-15-2015, 11:33 PM
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Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths
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Hogwarts RPG Name: Professor Cox Ravenclaw Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: CJ Miller Gryffindor Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nyle Harden Hufflepuff Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Iris Harden Ravenclaw Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Jae-hyuk Anouilh Slytherin Seventh 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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| astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK | & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf Nodding, although neither of the tasks he had been hoping for them to bring up, Airey cleared his throat when he was able to make out some hand ACTION going on between the two now that his eyes had adjusted a bit more to the dim lighting. Sweet solstice. It was that sort of thing that landed them here in the first place.
"Do try to show some restraint," he muttered, eyebrow cocked at the sight.
Moving on.
"But yes. Among the seven were Severus Snape's potions riddle and Pomona Sprout's web of Devil's Snare. You two will be participating in a slightly...modified version of one of these historic tasks. One of my personal favorites, actually, next to the little trick from Albus Dumbledore using the Mirror of Erised. Filius Flitwick, Charms professor at that time, had a task involving enchanted flying keys. An entire flock of them to be exact. Among this seemingly endless sea of winged movement was ONE and only ONE key that would allow the Harry Potter and his companions to move forward to the next task. In your case, this will be leaving this room...but you will not be dealing with winged keys today..."
Just then the sloshing sound of water gently hitting against the stone walls turned into something a bit more unnerving. It was almost as though there had come a sudden downpour, but there was no rain falling from the ceiling. Now that everyone's eyes have adjusted, dark silhouettes can be seen hopping through the shallow water before a croaking chorus begins to serenade the professor and his detainees.
__________________ 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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