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New portrait - Dumbledore, Asmodeus, Veneficus, Amun, anyone [Jun. 22nd, 2006|03:07 pm]
Serpensi Dominum (RECRUITING Marauder-Era AU RPG)

Small Renovation; otherwise titled: Moving DayCollapse )
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(no subject) [Jun. 14th, 2006|11:47 pm]
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[mood |boredbored]

((Open RP for all teachers, any students with invisibility cloaks or kids good at stealth))

In the teacher's loungeCollapse )
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(no subject) [May. 29th, 2006|02:15 am]
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[mood |uncomfortableuncomfortable]

RP between Dumbledore, Moreau, and JasonCollapse )
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(no subject) [May. 21st, 2006|11:18 pm]
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[mood |aggravatedaggravated]

To all studentsCollapse )

Private to Mr. Jason TraversCollapse )

Private to Professor MoreauCollapse )
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Attention: [Apr. 30th, 2006|03:39 pm]
Serpensi Dominum (RECRUITING Marauder-Era AU RPG)

[mood |annoyedannoyed]

Private to Mr. Jason TraversCollapse )

Private to Mr. Arthur WeasleyCollapse )

Private to Miss Narcissa BlackCollapse )

Private to Mr. Severus SnapeCollapse )

Private to Miss Marlene McKinnonCollapse )
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Open RP - Under the Quidditch Bleachers [Apr. 19th, 2006|03:22 am]
Serpensi Dominum (RECRUITING Marauder-Era AU RPG)

[mood |excitedexcited]

Caleb knew that the complaint post wasn't for dating, but he figured he'd keep an open mind. After all, there were dozens of eligible bachelors in the school and how would he ever know they were interested if he didn't ask? Excited to meet his blind date, he spread his cloak out on the ground and sat, waiting anxiously.
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(no subject) [Apr. 19th, 2006|12:10 am]
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Attention everyone!

Due to the growing amount of tensions between certain Houses as well other circumstances that have been increasing as of late, I've decided to try something a bit unorthodox.

In order to handle problems amidst the student and faculty, I've endorsed an open-door policy. Those with problems can come forth and talk to me and I shall endeavour to make things a bit easier.

However, it has come to my attention that some people may consider this a bit threatening and won't come forward for their own personal reasons.

Thus, I've changed the policy a bit for this: The Complaint Post!

If you have an issue that you feel pertinent to bring up, please feel free to make a comment in this post. All comments will be anonymous so as to protect the identity of the writer. Also, I shall try to work with anyone as needed to rectify a situation in the hope that this creates a bit of harmony between the students and faculty.

(OOC: This is one of those ideas that's great in theory and horrible outside. Feel free to be as ridiculous or as serious as your character would like.)
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RP open to James and Sirius [Mar. 14th, 2006|02:36 pm]
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I stumble into the commonroom with quite a few books in my arms. They are large books, all various Defense Against the Dark Arts titles and they are weighing me down. I walk over to one of armchair and sink into it.

I have been really worried about James the past few days. He's been out of classes and no one seems to know what has happened to him. Emm seems unfazed as does Sirius. I know he can take care of himself, but still..

Sighing, I open the first book and begin reading.
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RP - Riddle & James [Mar. 11th, 2006|04:22 pm]
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[mood |contentcontent]

In truth, Riddle had expected James to be the first to 'die' in the maze. Gryffindor bravery was one thing but so few had the brains to back up the brawn. Thus, James coming in at second place was most impressive.

The boy appeared upon his office floor, all of his wounds were healed as though he had never been hurt in the first place.

"One can't always go racing into danger, Mr. Potter. Especially not when they don't know what's up ahead."

Fortune cookie whatnot aside, Riddle continued. "Congratulations on coming this far. You're the third one to die in the maze. You've come quite far. I'm quite impressed with your tenacity."
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Open RP [Feb. 11th, 2006|12:09 am]
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[mood |eeeebil!]


That's my parting shot as I storm off the Quidditch pitch. I'd hoped to get in plenty of flying practice today as it isn't snowing. Since I'm the only girl on the Slytherin team I have to make sure I'm damn good! But some oversized twit of a Gryffindor sixth year who's not even on his house team just about knocked me off my broom one too many times. I could try kicking his teeth in, I suppose, but he's bigger than I am and I'm in no mood for detention. Of course, if I see that Mulciber wanker I'll break his jaw for him for sure. He pisses me off more than just about anyone else.

Man, am I bored. I wish Amycus was here, but he's still got loads of detention time to put in after that stunt in Herbology. My brother may be fucking nuts but I do love him. We're both staying at school over the holidays - there's no way in hell I want to be at Aunt and Uncle's house and listening to their self-righteous shite, to them saying bad stuff about my Dad... no one talks about my father like that. NO ONE. I love him and I miss him and Mum... I wish Mum hadn't died and I wish Dad wasn't in Azkaban. It's worse than being dead, being locked up in that place. And it's a living hell for me, knowing that Dad's alive and I can never see him again... fuck. That hurts to even think about.

I've done most of the homework already - yeah, I am that bored. So I think I'll go inside and play a bit.

I go indoors, thinking that maybe my cat Baby will want to play with me, but she's curled up sound asleep on my bed in the dorm and I don't want to disturb her. So I go into one of the corridors instead and pull a small rubber ball from my robe pocket. I start throwing it against the wall and catching it, humming a sad little blues tune to myself:

"I was born in a dump
My mama died and my daddy got drunk
They left me here to die or grow
In the middle of Tobacco Road..."

The ball nearly hits one of the portraits, a group of daft looking women in old fashioned dresses, and they scream in horror and drop their teacups. I just laugh. Stupid bitches... serve them right for being so tight-arsed. Hee. I just love causing trouble...
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