05-19-2013, 11:44 AM
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Hogwarts RPG Name: Professor Cox Ravenclaw Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: Briallen Ashburry-Hawthorne Gryffindor Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nyle Harden Hufflepuff Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Iris Harden Ravenclaw Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Calliope Barrington Slytherin Third Year Ministry Department Head:
Charles Hollingberry Minister's Office Ministry Department Head:
Airey Flamsteed Mysteries Diagon Alley Proprietor:
Victor García Massey Ollivanders
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| hello one and all ^^ astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK | & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf His skin was no longer itchy thanks to the potion that Cece had given him, but sweet solstice was his skin still a bit flakey. It was probably a blessing in disguise that the only article of clothing that he could wear right now were his suitjamies since all the rest of them had that blasted itching powder in it.
Grumbling a bit about not be able to take them to the muggle dry cleaners, Airey set his hamper down and grabbed on the supplies he needed. Right....so he was supposed to fill one of these with water first, yeah? "Good day, Miss Johanson," he greeted before removing one of his ties from the hamper.
He would start with one of these. It was small. Not his favorite. Replaceable. UNLIKE his Carolina blue silk tie that was still missing. Nothing could replace his lucky tie.
Trying not to look too obvious, he peered at the Ravenclaw out of her peripheral vision to see how she was doing things. Oh...so it was THAT thing that they filled with water. Wand out, he pointed at it and cast a silent Aguamenti to fill it. Right....now he needed to use...what?
Yes. The man could practically build a rocket but he had never once done his own laundry.
__________________ We broke into a million pieces, and we can't go back.........................................
But now we're seeing all the beauty in the broken glass..................................... 
The scars are part of me, darkness and harmony
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