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Rootless.Tree · 06-14-2008, 10:11 PM

What if..

What if Voldemort had never risen to power? What if Harry Potter was never famous?
What if Harry's parents were still alive? What if Neville's parents were still alive as well?
What if instead of being put in Gryffindor, Harry was put in Slytherin? What if the trio never befriended each other?

It's their sixth year, interhouse rivalry is still valid, as the Slytherins still don't like blood traitors, or muggle borns.
Harry and Draco are taunting people more than ever, but they fall for the same girl, Ginny.
What will happen to their friendship, will it fail?
Ron has always had it all; good looks, he's a seeker, has the girls at his feet, but in the hallways
he's been seen with Hermione, the one no one talks too.
Neville has been friends with Ron ever since the 1st year, but what if he was to get jealous,
what would be made of their realtionship?
Hermione is the smartest girl in school, although she doesn't exactly have any friends, more like aquaintances.
What would happen if the most desired boy in school started to take an interest in her?
& how do Lavender, Dean, Seamus, Pansy, and Cho fit into all of this?

It's your turn to decide what happens next.

Characters:
Ron: Ms.Diggory
Hermione: Rootless.Tree
Draco: All That Jazz
Harry: Harry and Ginny???
Ginny: Alohomora
Neville: JadeYoung
Lavender: touchdownking
Dean: Alohomora
Seamus: KayteeBee
Cho: Obssession888
Pansy: Superwoman!

Made-ups:
Serena Roberts: obsession888
Matilda Ameline Avery Marx: All That Jazz
Kelsia Fletcher: PurpleJellyBean
Brian John Gaardner: Rootless.Tree
Timothy Garamond: All That Jazz

Extras;
1. No one liners please. :]
2. Do not join if you don't intend to participate.
3. No "typ1n lyk d1ss"
3. If you have to leave the RP, PM me please.
4. Have fun! :]

Full Name: Hermione Granger.
Age: 16
Year: 6
House: Gryffindor

Hair: Curly, goldybrown, shoulder length.
Complexion: Pale.
Eyes: Brown.
Build: Skinny.

Personality: Hermione is hands down the smartest person in the school. She's quiet, & doesn't really have any friends. People know her as nerdy, but there's a whole otherside to her, yet the reason no one knows is because, no one has wanted to get to know her. She has a fiery temper, & will take to a fight if needed.

RP colour: Royal Blue

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Full Name: Brian John Gaardner.
Age: 16
Year: 6
House: Hufflepuff.

Hair: Near bald, but the bit of hair he does have is black.
Complexion: Tanned.
Eyes: A striking blue.
Build: Muscley & thin.

Personality: Brian is not a quiet boy, & and his is not the sharpest tool in the box. Although he isn't entirely smart, he is quite articulate, it's the schoolwork that he doesn't excel at. He can't stand snobby people. He is strong willed & is determined to get whatever he wants. He can't stand house rivalry; he doesn't see the point of it.

RP colour: Teal

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touchdownking · 06-18-2008, 11:48 PM

I'm all in for Lavender Brown, gonna try a girls role.....

Name: Lavender Brown
House: Gryffindor
Age/Yr: 16/6th

Personality:
Lavender is a fun loving, hyper, active girl. Usually enters conversations in an extreme fashion (basically jumping into the middle of it, and finds out what people are saying) Truly loves being at the center of attention whether it's in the group or just from one person. She jokes around a lot however, and is quite hilarious. When it comes to relationships though she can become quite clingy, although she means well. She just becomes a big puppy of love.

Appearance:
Long blondish/brownish hair
Bright Blue Eyes
Little taller then the average girl her age
Slender athletic build

Rootless.Tree · 06-19-2008, 12:28 AM

Great. Adding you to the top. :]

Now all we need is Dean, & two boys.

Les Mots · 06-19-2008, 12:32 AM

I'll take a made-up. But I need a bit to think of a bio.

Rootless.Tree · 06-19-2008, 12:35 AM

Thanks. :]
I'll take one as well.
& then we just need a Dean, & we're all set.

Alohomora · 06-20-2008, 03:11 AM

Uh! I don't want to wait any longer. I'll take Dean, too, if that's okay. Bio will be edited in if accepted.

Kaytee Bee · 06-20-2008, 03:50 AM

Ah, finally. I was thinkin about taking it, but that'd be weird...Seamus and Dean...I'd be double posting a lot. lol!

Rootless.Tree · 06-20-2008, 08:23 AM

Go ahead Annie, & thanks for that darl. :]
Alrightt as soon as we get AllThatJazz's profile, and Alohamora's, I'll start it.

(& in case you were wondering about my profiles, they've been edited into my first post.)

Les Mots · 06-20-2008, 05:15 PM

Right, here I am! Sorry! I had the bio and then I put it on my travel drive to post it while at another PC, but then I lost the drive and I'm starting from scratch. I's a bit less detailed than I want it.

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Name - "Timo" Timothy Garamond
Age - 16
Year - 6
House - Ravenclaw
Wand - Oak, 7", werewolf fang and fur
Family - Mother, Alena, no father to speak of
Hair - Black, choppy (like a sheepdog got into a fight with a hair straightener), long
Eyes - Dark Brown, eyelinery
Complexion - Completely clear
Build - Lithe and fast
Height - 5' 11"
Weight - Underweight

Personality - Quiet, painfully shy, brooding, pessimistic, sarcastic, deep, intellectual, grave, morbid, believes in love but doesn't think it'll happen for him, artsy, interesting to talk to, mysterious, off-the-wall sense of humor, hates having his picture taken, hates being in the spotlight, courageous, out-of-the way, has a lot to handle with his mom. Has a HUGE crush on one lucky girl in this RP. Neat-freak, willing to forgive, cautious to forget. Insomniac.

History - Grew up poor as dirt. Still poor as dirt. His mom is a Muggle and his dad was probably a wizard. His mom was eager to send him off to Hogwarts because a meal, education, and a decent place to sleep was a sure thing there. When not at school, Timo works anywhere he can get a job with his guitar.

His childhood was affected by his mom's spontaneous, usually abusive or unworthy relationships. Many of his songs and writings mirror that. He stayed by his mom, concealing the deep seated anger and disappointment in her choices and just picking her back up every time. At Muggle schools he was ridiculed for being a typical weirdo, but at Hogwarts he seemed to be left alone. All this has built up an immunity, a numbness in him.

Likes - Music, flying (not for sport), rainy days, seeing the girl he likes happy, black, polishing his guitar, coffee, anything interesting and odd, amethysts

Dislikes - When the said girl is dating someone, Harry Potter, the Slytherins, Matilda Marx, sleeping, being made fun of, ignorance

Reincarnation Jones · 06-20-2008, 07:24 PM

*squee* We can start soon!! (And bummer about your travel drive, binkie. I really know what's that's like.

*dances around and waits for Tree*

*snort* I've no idea what to call you other than tree.

Kaytee Bee · 06-20-2008, 07:27 PM

Yay, I'm excited..this'll be my first non-school rp...

Um, you could call her rootless I guess lol

Alohomora · 06-20-2008, 07:30 PM

Or Jayde. =]
Anyway, I'm just editing in Dean's bio with Ginny's.
I'm so excited to start, but I have to go out to dinner tonight.

Well, I shouldn't be complaining 'cause it's my birthday dinner.

And is there going to be a Luna?

Ms. Diggory: No, my birthday is on Sunday. I just get two days of festivities {and cake!}.

Lockhartian · 06-20-2008, 07:49 PM

yay! we're starting soon

^'Alohomora' is your birthday today??

I don't think there's a Luna yet...

Rootless.Tree · 06-20-2008, 11:00 PM

AllThatJazz: Thankss, & no worries. :]

JadeYoung: Yeah, you can just call be Jayde. Or Tree's fine. Haha.

Annie: Only if everyone wants too.
Oh & Happy Birthday for Sunday!

Do yous want a Luna? Or do yous just want to start?

Alohomora · 06-20-2008, 11:38 PM

Thanks Jayde. ;] I'm back from dinner so I'm ready to rumble!! I think we could start without her. She could always pop in later if someone wants to take her.

Rootless.Tree · 06-20-2008, 11:47 PM

Okay, if anyone wants to be Luna, PM me please.
If not, no worries.
Starting it.. Now. :]

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Hermione had woken up early, and since she began to grow bored, she wandered the halls of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Two days ago, the students had arrived in dismal weather, and it still had not changed. It was raining, and the grounds were covered in fog, fog that was so dense that you were unable to see through it. Professor Trelawney would've pronounced it as a bad omen, but Hermione knew better than that. She knew it was just the weather, for it always changed, and who's to say that there had to be a reason behind it? And for that matter, why did it have to be a bad reason?

Hermione then made her way up to the library, her favourite place throughout the whole school. Since she didn't exactly have any friends, that was where she would sit, at the back, with a book in her hand. A great thing about the library though, was that the Slytherins were never to be found in there, and since she was a target so often, she found it safer just to stay where she was. Not only was she a target of the Slytherins though, she was also a target to most of the other people in her year; the ones that didn't appreciate the fact that she was naturally intelligent, and talented. Once sitting gracefully onto the floor, and crossing her legs, Hermione opened her book and began to read the words that were written in front of her. I wonder how this year will turn out, she thought to herself, secretly hoping that this year, by chance, she'd make some friends.

Brian woke up with a yawn, and peered out the window across from him. Dull, grey clouds hung above the grounds, rain falling out of the sky. Noticing that the weather still had not changed, he frowned and jumped out of bed, getting ready hastily. He hated wet weather, for it was no fun. They were to be kept in doors, and what was there to do inside? Once he was ready, he trudged out of the boys dormitory, then the Hufflepuff common room, and made his way down to the Great Hall, hoping that he hadn't missed breakfast.

Once he reached the Great Hall, he opened the doors and looked into the room at the seperate tables. Green, yellow, blue, red. He hated that they were segregated even when they were just eating meals. He always hated the fact that there was such thing as inter-house rivalry, except for when Quidditch was involved. Being the Hufflepuff seeker, he was very competitive when it came to Quidditch. He made his way over to the Hufflepuff table in small steps, while scanning the room to see if anyone was down yet. He arrived at the Hufflepuff table. Maybe this year will be different, he thought to himself. He then piled his breakfast while he waited for someone he knew to join him, whether it was one of his friends from another house, or his own. He then placed a forfull of bacon into his mouth and began to chew.

Les Mots · 06-21-2008, 12:27 AM

How incompetent could the houselves get? Matilda Marx considered irately as she squeezed some designer scent on the nape of her neck and wrists. Gazing at her reflection lovingly, the sixteen year-old tucked a loose strand from the elaborate knot that dictated her wild honey locks for the effect of ace regality. Matty squinted her icy eyes, pivoting her head from side to side before deeming herself the picture of perfectiong and parting with the mirror...for the length of an hour. Withdrawals would kick in after. Her qualms with the houselves came down to the damp towels she had to dry herself with. Urgh, she could feel moisture caking beneath her shirt. Despite it, the Slytherin clicked a brisk staccatto against the stone steps to the common room, her uniform hugging her slight figure well, lips pursed, eyes hooded, ready to bludgeon the unworthy. Passing Draco Malfoy, she could feel his appreciative eyes roving her. However, giving the boy a second look was hardly worth her time. Potter was far better looking.

Alright, first day back, she thought, strutting down the hallway/runway with a dazzling, polished once a week grin. To the boys, it was a breath-taking cascade of winks, to the girls it was a once-over and the ominous promise of a rumor in the works. Matty was the system as far as those things went. Striding into the Great Hall, with her school bag dangling fashionably from one shoulder, Matty smirked, noting herself as one of the first present. Thankfully, without the addition of Serena. Friends were hindrances when you were rallying the room. Especially pretty friends.

Of all things, the Hufflepuff seeker caught her eye. Matty observed him cautiously, taking in the chiseled jawline and stunning eyes with that tinge of boy-crazy gusto. Muggle-born her inner snake hissed, dissuading the glance. Settling at her rightful table, Matty dubiously removed the smallest strawberry from the bowl and nibbled the edge. There, that should last until lunch!

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Malfoy was already in a foul mood when he descended into the common room. After the by now ornery routine of slapping hands with Crabbe and Goyle and that half-shake, half-hug thing that boys did with Zabini, he looked at the rainy day with a lack-luster in his eye. Not to misconceive, Malfoy was not being introspective. What WAS there to do in this blasted, Muggle-loving academy that he was confined to? But smirking toward his reflection in the rain-tinged window, his spirits cheered. It was the effect of mirrors that livened a Slytherin. Even inspiring. Shoving a bit of his platinum fringe from the returning twinkle in his silver eye, Draco folded his arms across his muscular chest and observed himself. Ready. Weasley's red hair would quake. And he'd end up like his balding father. Rich. Malfoy snickered at the thought and immediately shot across the common room in eager strides. "Crabbe, Goyle, Potter, Zabini, let's go!" he called, as if summoning a pack of dogs.

Noting a passing Matilda with hungry eyes, Draco contemplated a wolf-whistle, but resisted. The girl had fine, well-bred knees and she knew how to use them.

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Timo flitted disconcertedly through the hallways, his raccoonish eyes still half-shut with the bitterness of early rising. Why the jumpiness, he probed himself. A schoolbag loaded to the brim was dangling like a faithful pet from his too-large robes as well as noticeable ring from his right, jet-black brow. The new addition of blonde highlights graced his shoulder-length sheared hair. The boy must have hit a sporadic cash flow over the summer. Watching his faded Converse as the untied laces chased one another in the rhythm of his steps, he barely noticed the rain. Until he took the aqueduct-type thing to reach one sector of the castle that always reminded him of a Muggle spaceship. Ah, the rain. Yes, the rain. Timo's eyes followed a drop on its extensive descent, faithful that a puddle would collect it. Ironic, he thought. I s'pose I'm the rain drop the ground drinks Yes, the boy was full of such morbid thoughts and the look of gloom to accesorize it. Hesitating the prospect of the Great Hall, Timo lingered, like a much better looking vulture in the tempest's comfort. Rain beat his face, streaking the edges of his eyeliner. He squinted, pondering why he was so unbearably antsy this morning.

Then. It hit. Like a bombshell. He was thinking of a certain bombshell. Oh cripes, was he thinking of her inhuman beauty and the stern look that had appealed so much to him. Serena. Was she in the Great Hall? Was she eating? He couldn't eat while she ate. God, what would she think of him. Timo's knees trembled like the little sapling getting the worst of the storm below as he stood in the overpass, more rooted then ever. Lost. Maybe he'd ditch today. Wade through the storm and hang with the hippogriffs. No one would bother to hold CoMC today. Forecfully cracking his mesh-glove covered knuckles, Timo made a grave decision and bitterly hurried away from his intended path.

Kaytee Bee · 06-21-2008, 01:26 AM

Seamus awoke after a fitful night of sleep. He grumbled, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes and moving to sit on the edge of the bed. This was the third dream he had had of Lavender. Her long, flowing blonde hair...her icy blue eyes...that fair skin and pink lips... He shook his head, snapping out of it. I can't get her out of my mind, even in my subconscious state...but that doesn't make any difference. I doubt she'd notice me...

Traipsing to the window, he yawned. The windows revealed to him another dreary, dull morning. Anything five feet away was too hazy to see clearly. Well, this looks like it's going to be a fun and adventurous day, he thought sarcastically. Sighing, he decided to get dressed and make his way down to the Gryffindor common room, hoping to see Dean or Neville.

Lockhartian · 06-21-2008, 01:28 AM

The first thing Ron realized when he woke up was the rain, he frowned when he noticed there was a horrible weather outside, "So much for Quidditch" he said, rolling over his bed one more time. He woke up all of the sudden thinking he was running completely late, he couldn't miss breakfast, what was he suppose to do all day if he missed it.

Getting out of bed he quickly grab her stuff and went to the bathroom to get himself cleaned up and dressed. He practically fell trying to climbed down the stairs from the dormitory to the Common Room, but managed to press his hand against the wall, and he landed beautifully on the floor, greeting the ones in the Common Room with a big smile, and noticed Seamus seating near by. "Hey Seamus! Hungry?" he asked, gesturing to the exit, "C'mon, let's go eat, mate" he said, before his stomach made a noise.

Alohomora · 06-21-2008, 01:32 AM

Ginny was awoken by the sound of rain pounding the windows. The room was dark from all the fog outside. "I don't want to get up," she moaned, pulling the covers over her face and trying to get back to sleep; obviously, Ginny was not a morning person. A minute or two later "classes" popped into her mind, and she sat up. Since she was in first year, Ginny knew that every single teacher would be droning on and on about the importance of OWLs at the end of the year. She did not want to be late and give them something else to lecture on.

She got dressed in a daze, changing into her school robes and throwing her pajamas on her bed. Next came hair grooming. Ginny quickly and skillfully combed her mane of vivid, flaming red hair, tossed it behind her shoulder, and fixed her bangs. She wasn't one to cake on multiple layers of make up, and the only kind she applied was some lip gloss. She found it so funny when girls who are blonde or red headed apply copious amounts of mascara to make their eyelashes black, when they clearly aren't. It just looked so fake. Ginny goes for the natural look; she doesn't need makeup. Her school bag wa slung over one of the posts of her bed, where she packed and laid it the night before. She slung it over her shoulder and was ready to go.

She fled from the girls’ dormitory, passed through the Gryffindor Common Room, and headed for the Great Hall. Ginny knew Hogwarts and the way around it like you'd know an old friend that you knew since kindergarten. Nobody in the halls approached her, so she just smiled and waved to some of her acquaintances as she passed them. Ginny entered the Great Hall, now starting to really wake up. Now that she was more awake, the hunger started to kick in, and she was parched. The first thing she did as soon as she sat down was poor herself a huge glass of orange juice.

Dean had been the first one up in the sixth year boy’s dormitory. His bed was made, night stand and trunk were organized, and his non-moving, Muggle football posters were secured on the wall. For some reason, Dean always thoroughly organized things the first night back, but he never really kept up with the organization as the year went on.

He hurriedly showered, dried off, and dressed before going downstairs for breakfast. The food at Hogwarts was always spectacular, thanks to the devoted house elves. “I wish we had one of those around our place,” Dean thought as he entered the Great Hall. But no, that wouldn’t happen, since he was the only wizard in the house. He quickly scarfed down a large, filling breakfast before deciding to head back up to the Gryffindor Common Room to see if any of his friends were there.

Climbing through the Fat Lady’s portrait, Dean saw Seamus sitting on a worn chair, clearly having just gotten up. “Mornin’, Seamus,” he greeted, heading over to one of his best friends. It was good to be back at Hogwarts to see all of his friends. It was a lot more interesting than his house. Then Ron descended down the staircase at a run. "Hey Ron," he said, laughing when he landed on the floor after almost falling flat on his face.

Come What May · 06-21-2008, 01:35 AM

Harry awoke and looked around the Slytherin Common Room. He was fully awake and as he got dressed he wondered where Draco was. Who wouldnt they pick on today?

Kaytee Bee · 06-21-2008, 01:35 AM

Seamus saw Ron bounding through the Common Room like a wild stag. He chuckled and nodded. "Alright then, let's go. You coming with us Dean?" Dean was one of his best friends; he had always been reliable. He liked Ron also, but he couldn't help but envy him sometimes for his fame at being the greatest quidditch player, getting all the girls...but he didn't mind the girl part that much. Just as long as he got Lavender, things were going to be just fine.

"So," he said to Ron as they made their way to the Great Hall, "I bet you're upset about the weather, not being able to practice...but hey, we all know that you don't need it," he said, smiling.

Lockhartian · 06-21-2008, 01:42 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Alohomora

Climbing through the Fat Lady’s portrait, Dean saw Seamus sitting on a worn chair, clearly having just gotten up. “Mornin’, Seamus,” he greeted, heading over to one of his best friends. It was good to be back at Hogwarts to see all of his friends. It was a lot more interesting than his house. Then Ron descended down the staircase at a run. "Hey Ron," he said, laughing when he landed on the floor after almost falling flat on his face.

"Hey Dean, I'm assuming you've just ate" Ron said, since he didn't see Dean back in the dormitory and the bed was neatly made, "We're going to get breakfast, you can still join us" he said, shrugging, for he could do whatever he wanted.

Quote:

Originally Posted by Kaytee Bee

Seamus saw Ron bounding through the Common Room like a wild stag. He chuckled and nodded. "Alright then, let's go. You coming with us Dean?" Dean was one of his best friends; he had always been reliable. He liked Ron also, but he couldn't help but envy him sometimes for his fame at being the greatest quidditch player, getting all the girls...but he didn't mind the girl part that much. Just as long as he got Lavender, things were going to be just fine.

"So," he said to Ron as they made their way to the Great Hall, "I bet you're upset about the weather, not being able to practice...but hey, we all know that you don't need it," he said, smiling.

Ron couldn't help to laugh, "Of course, who wouldn't?" he said, in a joking matter, "I know, but practice makes perfect, right?" he continued, with a smile on his face, he always pushed himself hard on Quidditch, it was what he liked to do the most, after all.

Once they entered the Great Hall, Ron failed to notice how crowded it was, he simply went to the Gryffindor table and filled up a plate with his breakfast, while pouring some pumpkin juice on his cup.

Kaytee Bee · 06-21-2008, 01:48 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Ms. Diggory

"Hey Dean, I'm assuming you've just ate" Ron said, since he didn't see Dean back in the dormitory and the bed was neatly made, "We're going to get breakfast, you can still join us" he said, shrugging, for he could do whatever he wanted.

Ron couldn't help to laugh, "Of course, who wouldn't?" he said, in a joking matter, "I know, but practice makes perfect, right?" he continued, with a smile on his face, he always pushed himself hard on Quidditch, it was what he liked to do the most, after all.

Once they entered the Great Hall, Ron failed to notice how crowded it was, he simply went to the Gryffindor table and filled up a plate with his breakfast, while pouring some pumpkin juice on his cup.

Seamus smiled. "But if practice makes perfect, and no one's perfect, then you'll never stop practicing!" he half-joked. Ron and the quidditch pitch were inseperable.

Being Ron's friend had it's benefits: there was plenty of attention, great quidditch tips, and well, just being his friend in general. He really was a good guy, even though he could be vain at sometimes. But during those times, he really did get on Seamus's nerves.

As soon as Seamus sat down, he began piling food on his plate as well. When he had woken, he didn't realize how hungry he was. He had let his mind wander too far, thinking of her. He stuffed his face with his breakfast, washing it down with his pumpkin juice.

ooc: unfortunately, I have to leave

I'll be back first thing in the morning.

Alohomora · 06-21-2008, 01:51 AM

"Sure," Dean agreed, "I've already been down there, had breakfast, and back, but I'm always up for seconds." There was no way Dean would pass up an offer for more food, or to be with his friends. He noticed that Seamus's invitation seemed more welcoming than Ron's, but that really didn't bother him too much. Ron had started to change recently, growing farther away from the group in his fame.

"Bummer, isn't it," he agreed about the weather and not being able to practice Quidditch as they walked down to the Great Hall. Dean thought of how his hair reacted after being out in the rain with a laugh. He was really looking foward to Quidditch this year; he played chaser along with Seamus, and together they were a nearly unstopable duo; their unspoken communication was great, and passing the Quaffle back and forth and scoring was a second nature to them. The only drawback of Quidditch was how Ron's head and ego rapidly inflated. "I think we'll be great this year."

Les Mots · 06-21-2008, 01:59 AM

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Originally Posted by Harry and Ginny???

Harry awoke and looked around the Slytherin Common Room. He was fully awake and as he got dressed he wondered where Draco was. Who wouldnt they pick on today?

"Potter!" Draco's drawl was replaced by a loud call. "What were you doing in that dorm all this time? Putting on lipstick? C'mere, mate," his deftly swished a pale wrist in his little congregation's direction, out of which Harry was missed. Sidling over he none too gently clapped Harry's shoulder and steered him over. "Matilda's already out there, I imagine. Gave me 'the look' this morning," he mumbled smirkingly outside the bantering conversation. It was clear the convoy was ready to make a plaguing round about the castle. Weasley: the target. Or in Draco's case maybe even that ninny Ravenclaw Garamond. If his hair grew to his butt, he would be a girl! Sighing, as if to imply this was the life, Draco smirked in signature. He and Potter alpha dogs for six years. Should have been a party or something.

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