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House Points 000 000 000 000 RP month: Weather:	Welcome to 1975_Hogwarts!... The mauraders are now in their fifth year at school, and people are slowly starting to realise that Hogwarts isn't all that peacful anymore. The slytherins are as sly and cunning as before, and the Gryffindors are brave, the Huffelppuff's Loyal and just, and the Ravenclaw's are Smart. But some people are using these talents for evil instead of good. Join in the organised chaos, decide what house you'll be in, what side you'll be on, just remember... sometimes it pays to go with the crowd. Member of the Month Undecided	Admins Katie Lackin Alec Ince Narcissa Black

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Anton Ince
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Rooms within Rooms {Open}
« Thread Started on Apr 10, 2008, 6:07pm »

Anton lay on his back, on the floor of a vast, cluttered, room in the Room of Requirements. His hands placed under his head, tired of the dusty stacks of books, pondering how he could change the words to get a different room. The ceiling, however, was beautiful, and worth looking at. Of course just about any ceiling looked beautiful if he had enough time to look at it. And he had much time, many a time.

Alec had been insisting on going today, as he was better at it, and it was a day with lots of tests. So Anton was the one to take the boring job. Pretending he was no where on Earth. Everyone thought Alec and he were the same person, even sticking with the name of ‘Alec’, erasing even Anton’s name. It had been a fun game for seven years, but Anton had tired of it. Truly had tired of it. But Alec oblivious, as they only spoke when switching jobs, and one was only supposed to listen while the other told them all key-aspects of the day, leaving the rest in a note they would write then burn if they didn’t have time to speak it all. They had become masters at it over time, knowing how to do it as easily as sprinkling salt onto food, able to spread it out enough to give a taste on it all.

The stain-glass window glowed in light magnificently. It was over-heated; but he didn’t care, it at least distracted him from the clusterous of the building. A sigh breathed-out, unheard by anyone else. A grand structure like this could only be ‘clusterous’–a word which he made up, merely ‘clustered’ being far to small and spaced out for this room–by thousands of objects of the student-kind being thrown about, without thought or care. He wished an owl would come from death eaters. For all he knew, one had. It would be addressed to a man by the fake name of ‘Mr. White’, so that Alec couldn’t get his exact hands on it.

« Last Edit: Apr 10, 2008, 6:08pm by Anton Ince »

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