Title: AND IT ALL BECAME FORSAKEN___.
Description: marauders. seventh year.
Description: marauders. seventh year.
LIAAA. - October 19, 2007 09:04 PM (GMT)
- It seemed never ending; the night as if it would envelope the world into darkness and never show light again. It was a night of soft honeydew grass; the aroma of summer was there like an instilled perfume that had been bestowed and borrowed to the air for the summer. Of course to four boys, it was vividly celebrated as they walked down lanes – their voices kicking in the hollow streets of London. It was relatively late but the boys didn’t seem to mind clearly. They were all laughing – smitten at their freedom, careless at everything else. A hymn of the two boys in front who were facing the others – walked backwards. They laughed and laughed; amusing themselves – their faces a light and happy. Through, they were seventeen – in the light of the furnace and the racket they were making … they resembled little boys. And they disappeared from sight, the darkness taking them and their silhouettes disappear. But the laughter, the merry laughter marked their presence more than their foot steps. Happiness.
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- It seemed to all happen very quickly – the girl thought now cross legged on her bed, unable to sleep through the trauma she had just witnessed. It sounded as the whole affair repeated to her head too surreal, it wasn’t easy to grasp and even she had some intelligence. Azure eyes flattered open as the young girl stared at the wall; screams bounced off, reaching her ears. It seemed to be a debate – she had a small irking of what it was, very well. Closing her eyes shut – the female rolled in her bed, clutching the blankets and if her eyes would open – you would see fear, bright and knew fear. Fear could eat a person away, infect it, and literally change one’s, if you weren’t strong. To say that the brunette was a lost case and the parents downstairs wouldn’t help her in the trauma of what she had seen. To say simply the parents were too busy and even through it would haunt her and eat her – the corpse would still be there. She had been a claimed victim of fear, already. That easy, and it would grab the Wizards and Witches; the ones not able to surpress it so easily. Only the strong would make it through. Unfortunately, this girl wasn’t one of them – I’ll tell you now. First it was fear, then it was undeniably paranoia – and then it was insanity. Not the mimics and voices of ‘Are you bloody insane?!’ but the actual illness. Dumbledore had seen right through the plan – and through he’d never get to know this girl that was laying in fright with screams hammering in her ears; he would pass many more students, people … and try to help them before it would crash them so easily. The soul first, then the body. So empty, so corpse. So pretty. So massacre. The girl rolled in her turmoil; voices crashing around her. Unknown to her, this would the last peaceful night for many.
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HOGSMEADE TO BE HOGWARTS'S HOME THIS YEAR!
Therefore the Witches and Wizards of this year; 1977 will learn and thrive in the only enchanted village in Britain. The Ministry of Magic and Dumbledore have been working extra hard to create a simulated environment for the students. Both have been forwarded to comment but neither has been reached. Students will receive their letters early this year and start school a week earlier for safety reasons. For more details on our cover story, P12. |
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- As a letter flew in from Hogwarts – the boy knew the fate of it already. Imagine the whole village – his! And bloody well, those girls; his father had been telling him about their arses. The boys from that Durmstrang school he was less looking foreword too seeing the both sexes from that school were going to be manly. Smirking into his cereal; he handed his mother the list that was in the envelope. There, this year to be certainly exciting. The old man was off his rocker, oh in Merlin’s name.
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doesn't really matter how it all became forsaken
got this far without knowing who we truly are
doesn't really matter how it all became forsaken
got this far without knowing who we truly are