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(Or should I create a new character?)

(Sorry, I've been gone for a while, This week and next week are final exams, so my evenings have mostly been spent studying. Is it alright if I start off the platform scene?) @QueenEmma @CelestialBunny

After purchasing a small set of snug fitting, ebony robes, Aria's father dropped a small stack of sickles into the extended palm of the seamstress, while her mother discussed the current season's most recent trends with the manager, Aria catching snippets of their piddling prattle, "Blue is...

Aria's countenance brightened further upon hearing this news, she called from across the sprawling spread of a room, "That is so neat! Holly's are super, uber, extra rare, right?" Following this proclamation, she dashed to the platform beside that of her pal, stepping shakily up onto the block...

Aria wildly waved her arm in return, and called back,"Totally! I'll see you there!", before turning reluctantly to return her attention to the wand maker that stood before her. He was a rather wizened, old wizard, his complexion a minefield of strange spots and frightful folds, and his hair, a...

Aria shot her new friend a wide, goofy grin that twisted her features, crumpling and crinkling her nose, stretching her lips thin, and brightening her irises to a glistening, glittering grey. This girl was quite a bit kinder than that other one with those ghastly, gaunt features and ghostly...

Aria remained frozen in her spot, one arm jutting out awkwardly and her eyes fixed on the point where the enigmatic eleven-year-old had stood just moments previous. Had she just ignored her? 'No,' Aria reasoned, not yet prepared to confront the possibility that her peer, she shuddered inwardly...

Teetering towers of wands, nestled in fabric, and packaged in brightly colored boxes of all shapes and sizes surrounded Aria, a dizzying display of magic at it's core. The floor was cracked and creaking, marred by marks of magic gone awry, and made inscrutable by a century's worth of dust...

It had been cool August morning, and the sun, a golden, glittering jewel held aloft in the sky, shone brilliantly on a meager, modest cottage in Cornwall. The rapid approach of autumn was evident in the encroaching tangerine tint that marred previously verdant foliage and in the wind’s bitter...

Hi, your rp looks really cool, I can't start rping tonight because I have to be up early tomorrow morning. But, I'll try to type something up tomorrow if that's alright. Thanks!

Name: Aria Elizabeth Sterne Gender: Female Birthday: February 16th, 2006 Parents: Lavender Brown and Jonathan Sterne House Character Wants: Gryffindor Actual House: Slytherin

Arthur lent heavily on the bench, awaiting the return of his colleagues. Lacking companions occupy his attention, he returned his heed to the blemished bench beside him, curiously studying it's insensible inscriptions and stifling the occasional chuckle at it's utter ridiculousness. One patch...

Arthur scrutinized the scene with mounting curiosity, fleetingly fascinated by the display. The dynamic really was quite peculiar. Ivan appeared to have regained some semblance of composure, his timorous tone recovering it's typical menacing edge and his gaze, distant and drained of pigment...

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Sorry, I'm not going to be online much this weekend, I'm visiting family in the sticks, and the wifi is pretty inconsistent

A dull thud sounded obtrusively beside the pair, reverberating through the eating area. Arthur leapt a meter at the instantaneous intrusion and stumbled backwards, quickly distancing himself from the determinedly distracting daredevil. He ignored the disappointment triggered by the unexpected...

Oh wow, thank you!! The childhood pact sounds a-fUdGing-dorkable, I cant even.

The effect was near instantaneous. Bright, blinding, bursting forth, it was stepping out of inky, encompassing darkness into radiance. It was a thousand shining stars. It was the clear sky, mercifully luminescent after a rainstorm. It was a wild, goofy, glistening grin stretching upwards...

A narrowed pair of emeralds glittered dangerously, alit from some unseen inner chamber. They burned with furious fervor, a frightened flame flickering and wavering on a winter’s eve, viridescent as an eternal summer. They were a pair of gossamer gems, blazing with bitter, biting brightness...

Reluctantly, Arthur wrenched his gaze from the adorably anomalous narrative and dropped beside the daredevil, feeling his pulse begin to race as he did so. With an internal steadying breath, he turned to face the American, a grand miscalculation. His irises were bright, bright, bright, sapphire...