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You're just a broken angel...
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Posted: Sun Apr 14, 2013 1:24 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 14, 2013 1:39 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 14, 2013 1:44 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 14, 2013 1:57 pm
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Have you heard the news? Bad things come in twos. But I never knew 'Bout the little things. Every single day Things get in my way. Someone has to pay For the little things.
Uriel Adair Scott - Muggleborn - First Year - Eldest of Six - [feeling: Friendly] [thinking: I wonder if he's a first year too?] [with: Edajin, Cecille, Nicko, Fiona] [at: Madam Malkin's]
Uriel nodded. "Okay. So, Edajin,do you have any brothers or sisters?" The boy was there alone, but so was Uriel, and he was one of six. At least now he knew the boy's name. He watched the blind girl, the boy with her, and the redheaded woman out of the corner of his eye. Uriel distantly wondered what his mother and siblings were up to elsewhere,
It all comes down to you.
Let the headlines wait, Armies hesitate. I can deal with fate But not the little things. Armageddon may Arrive anyday. I can't get away From the little things.
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Posted: Sun Apr 14, 2013 2:10 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 14, 2013 2:20 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 14, 2013 2:30 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 14, 2013 8:52 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 15, 2013 2:40 am
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Posted: Mon Apr 15, 2013 1:09 pm
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Mon Apr 15, 2013 1:30 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 15, 2013 6:05 pm
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Have you heard the news? Bad things come in twos. But I never knew 'Bout the little things. Every single day Things get in my way. Someone has to pay For the little things.
Uriel Adair Scott - Muggleborn - First Year - Eldest of Six - [feeling: Friendly] [thinking: I wonder if he's a first year too?] [with: Edajin, Cecille, Nicko, Fiona] [at: Madam Malkin's]
Uriel's eyes widened in surprise. Edajin must have grown up with muggles for him not to know. It was odd, a muggleborn knowing more than a halfblood about Hogwarts. Uriel felt that the other boy needed at least a brief explanation, just so he would have a general idea and not be completely confused when sorted. "You get sorted based on defining personality traits. Hufflepuff is for the kind and loyal, Gryffindor the brave and bold, Ravenclaw the studious and clever, and Slytherin the cunning and ambitious. But some people are surprised by their sorting. You never really can know for sure what house you'll be put in." he explained, hoping that cleared up some of the other boy's confusion.
It all comes down to you.
Let the headlines wait, Armies hesitate. I can deal with fate But not the little things. Armageddon may Arrive anyday. I can't get away From the little things.
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Posted: Mon Apr 15, 2013 7:38 pm
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Fiona McKinneyOwner of Madam Malkin's // Shop: Front Room // WearingCURRENTLY WITH // First YearsCURRENTLY FEELING // HappyCURRENTLY THINKING // 'Oh, so many kids...'═════════════════════════════════
![User Image](https://i1056.photobucket.com/albums/t375/Cara_MiaKitty/Gaia Online/Hogwarts/FionaMcKinneyicon_zps888318ae.png) Fiona nodded to the young man, Nicko, and walked over to the young lady. She gave a small wave to the newest arrival, and offered a smile to the two boys talking to one another. "I'll be wit' ye in a bi', lads, make yerselves at home." She waved her wand again and summoned two chairs from the back room for the boys if they wanted to have a seat. Then, she turned to the young lady, noticing her rubbing her fingers over her dress. "Now then, dearie," she said, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder, "Le's see if we ken ge' ye settled... this is a lovely dress. Verra soft. I imagine texture is verra importan' tae ye, aye? I've go' this fer ye," Fiona waved her wand and a robe set flew to her, a fabric she'd selected personally for its softness. She gently took the young lady's hand and placed it on the robe. She'd heard that, when a person lacked one sense, the others made up for it, and that touch in particular was exceptionally important to the blind. She hoped she hadn't made an error, but she wanted to make sure the young lady was comfortable and satisfied.
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