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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 So....two things. That one Ravenclaw girl was scary. Atlas could not pinpoint as to WHY he felt this...but he did. There was a little bell and whistle that went off whenever she spoke though and that was DING DING DINGING right now. The second was that the Gryffindor was still not sure why Professor Peralta was yelling. It wasn't...well...his magic wasn't going to respond based on volume. Trust him, maybe, because he had experimented a little with this and him yelling the incantation actually did not help. It just made the wand dysfunction more embarrassing since everyone was staring now.
BUT...this was a spell he HAD done a little bit of independent study on since it came in handy with the whole moving objects that you had summoned and maybe had summoned to you a little too fast and then they might break your face if they were to hit you so you better stop it. Ahem. And Finite he had learned from Bernie! Only, well, he still wasn't all that GOOD at it. He was better at starting things than he was finishing them, if you know what we mean.
"Immobulus...Immobulus...Immobulus...Immobulus..." he hummed to himself while conducting his wand rather casually, and lazily, while glancing around the classroom as people began pairing off. Oh...right...he needed to find one of those too. So, like a little wandering puppy including those big ol' pleading eyes...Atlas meandered in search of one.
Anyone? He...well he couldn't promise he wouldn't be a disaster but he could promise that he would try his best?????
__________________ 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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