OoC: Argh. I lost a really kick butt post -.- I just screamed too xD Anyway. Everyone is in. CelestialLight, I've decided that, so long as you don't abuse the power, you may use the spells. Just don't abuse it, aight? Cool cool ^_____^ And, so you know, I'm not being a tyrant with Salinea's next post, just remember, that because I'm the RP Leader and know everything going on, I'm going to say her parents are kind of the "Leaders". The one's running the show. <.< But everyone has parts so w00t. Haha

It was with extreme levels of resistance that Salinea prevented her rolling her eyes. They were all flocking towards each other, as if that wasn't at all suspicious. Granted, Slytherins had the nasty habit of flocking and suspicously carrying on conversation, but they were notoriously the bad ones. Like they themselves.

With narrowed eyes, she turned to Blassimore. "You really never shut up about that, do you? Do you honestly believe that your father's finances mean anything to me?" Her eyes narrowed further, her voice dipping darker. "You know very well that all your father's gold in the vault couldn't prevent my father from offing yours in an instant." And she spoke the truth. They all knew that the Avary's headed the Resistance. The Dark Uprising. The circle was lead by her family, which put her towards the head of the circle. Didn't mean they all paid her heed, but her word could decide the fate of their families.

Despite her anti-social outlook, she and Blessimore had a strange relationship. They had a favor of picking on the other, bickering and belittling each other. Still. Her life would be rather empty and boring if Blassimore walked out and left her with no one to pick at.

"And the rest of you!" she said, shaking her head in disgust, waves trembling over her shoulders. "Can you be any more foolish?" Her voice dropped lower, darker, more harsh. "You want anyone to hear you? Get suspiciuos of us? I assume you all have something to say on the matter. Midnight, the Common Room clears out. Two hours from now. We'll meet then."

With another shake of her head, she cast a glare upon them. Foolish imbeciles.

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OoC: Lee, babe. Mozzie is a Ravenclaw =P

Mozzie arched a brow at the Hufflepuff. Sure, everyone got her name wrong. She didn't mind anymore; how many other people did one know by the name of 'Mozzie' anyway?

"Actually, the name is Mozzie," she corrected Jamie-Lee. "I think I know you. You're a Prefect right? Hmm... I know I should be in bed by now, but I suppose you don't honestly mind, do you? Good, I approve. That's the way you Prefects should be. Anyway. A stroll? That sounds fab. You know Nolan? Ravenclaw Prefect. He's my best friend, I figure you know him, aye? Most girls do. They find him marvy and all that jazz. Anyway. Sixth year, I presume? Fab!"

And on Mozzie went, rambling in her nonsensical manner as per usual.

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The silence of the Common Room was unnerving Nolan. Sure, he himself was quiet. And he didn't often speak up; he didn't often have a reason to. Usually though, there were some girls chattering. But no, it was deathly quiet. He didn't care for that. He liked the usual chatter, the gentle lull of it all.

Seating himself on the arm of the couch, he lounged out, stretching his short body as far as it would go (which was hardly full). Arching a brow, he glanced around the Common Room.

"Don't stay up too late, all right?" he said casually. Maybe they'd speak.