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('Laura link' dateline='1551415085')hello, i'd like to play fergie flume (brother of <a href='http://www.magical-hogwarts.com/index.php?action=profile;u=23459' rel='nofollow noopener' target='_blank'>@Honey Bea Flume[/url]). assuming i need approval for this? please let me know if you would like further information.
'Gage link' dateline='1606005708'a rogue! neville longbottom applicationif this comes to be, willing to chat through any and all canon connectionsam i an established member? who knows peace 'n loveNeville pulled his hands roughly through his bed swept hair. His fingers, in some attempt to ground himself, pressed into the flesh of his scalp. Right on time with the sound of birds singing their dawn song, his hazel eyes fluttered closed then open again to take in more of the familiar dewy countryside as it came to light. It was damp in the otherwise crisp winter air and warmer than it had been in the days leading up to Christmas. A sure threat of more snow to come, he thought to himself as he dug the toe of his house slipper into the sludge mixed with the gravel of the drive. The holidays had never been easy for Neville. Even in the happiest, most seemingly cheerful of times, he found himself reveling more in the morose. It was his mind's way of keeping him from getting his hopes up too high, he figured, keeping him from truly believing that things were capable of being good?óÔé¼ÔÇØ being really fucking good, even. Because, really, things had been good.It had taken a few years, but Augusta had started to acknowledge his career choice as something real, post-auror-debacle, though she only spoke it outwardly every now and again. Neville expected little more so he was always grateful. Even if her praise was in the form of a backhanded compliment about his prowess in the garden whilst struggling to fix her fireplace vent, as it had been the night before. Once she'd gone to bed he broke into the forgotten wine cabinet upstairs and polished off a bottle that he was still feeling the effect of in the new day. As the sun came up over the hill, Neville studied the houses dotted down the lane. They all looked the same from a distance. It was Christmas Day and he imagined that most kids had just succumbed to the urge to wake up their parents so that they could see what gifts were left for them under the tree. He knew little of that kind of memory but felt nostalgic for it all the same. Neville sighed, pulling himself together before struggling to his feet with his hand pressed into his temple to avoid the looming ache. He would make eggs and toast, and then he and his Grandmother would have morning tea. As far as Christmas traditions went, it could be worse, he thought.
('Nan link' dateline='1555628007')making the assumption i have to come heream jumping on the first year train and would like to make simon cresswell (aldous's brother) have talked to <a href='http://www.magical-hogwarts.com/index.php?action=profile;u=23701' rel='nofollow noopener' target='_blank'>@Emily[/url] about it (am excited)
('Nan link' dateline='1556650536')Hullo hullo hulloWondering if I could apply for Avery (II) he's under "mentioned adults"There's no canon word on whether he died or was arrested or even at the battle of hogwartsthank youuuu ÔØñ´©Å?