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Does this mean Wells hall crew is starting back up again!?
This will be the Special announcement post now since this was my first post chatzy ^For reference if the page get's lost.
Name: Ash Mareinos Appearance first (image): Ash has an irregular oblong red tinted birthmark just above her left knee. She has a scar on the inside of left arm where she cut it on accident while playing on some farm equipment, and another on her right knee from falling off her bike while learning how to ride. Her ears are pierced. [Ash](http://images0.chictopia.com/photos/beatupbrogues/9274229773/burnt-orange-felt-boater-vintage-hat-camel-crew-neck-next-jumper_400.jpg) Age: 15 Year: 2nd year Normal or Supernatural (as in, what are you?): Supernatural. Ash is the far descendant of water nymphs. She is the first in a very long time to show any promise. Her gifts would be control of water, ability to breath under water, she is far enough removed from the original Nymph in her line that she will not have the control over sexual desires that is common with Nymphs. She is also an excellent singer, and her parents had her classically trained. Personality: Ash is brilliant, but she doesn't apply herself. At Northwood she does the bare minimum to not get in trouble. She avoids the smaller school work as much as possible, but aces her tests with ease. She has a streak of anger that comes out when questioned about her choices. She's modest and prefers long skirts, since she can't wear pants at school. Though she always has a pair packed in case of need to climb a tree. Ash is tom-boyish and outgoing. Bio: Ash is descendant from the nymph Pareia and Minos' son Nephalion. She was raised on a ranch in Upstate New York. The ranch had a lake that she spent most of her summers in. As such her skin is tanned deeply (Don't let the photo fool you). Ash doesn't know who her ancestors are. What she knows is she's a really good swimmer and never seems to have to come for air. Her parents take a vacation to the ocean for two weeks every year, there she swims in the ocean and seems unbothered by the tides. It was during one of these trips to the ocean that one of her older brother was pulled out to sea in a riptide. Ash freaked out and swam to him, she was miraculously able to rescue her brother. He swears that the ocean obeyed her pleas for his safety, and has become very devout about her safety. They exchange letters frequently. Ash has several other brothers varying in older and younger (there are a total of 6 boys), she's a middle child. Because of all of her brother's she has grown up rather tom-boyish, she's the type to walk a fence or take a dare. Ash is nervous about the lake after last year's incident, but the draw to swim it much too strong for her to ignore it for long. How you came to the school (did you transfer or are you a Year 1 student?): She started here her first year. Preferred Dorm: Wells Hall _______________________________________ Name: Amy Snow Appearance first (image): [Amy](https://c1.staticflickr.com/3/2639/3735862488_f64aa4a60d.jpg) Age: 15 Year: 2nd Normal or Supernatural (as in, what are you?): Normal Personality: Not outgoing, unless it's going to the Library. She holds no resentment over being an orphan, in fact she believes that she's got it made. She has no family history to hold her back. Amy has a drive to prove herself in the classroom. She is easily found in the library. Amy is an extrovert surprisingly, so even though she revels in books Amy needs friendship. She's not daring enough to be part of Ash's group of friends, and it's clear Ash doesn't have much time for someone so stuck in her books. Bio: Amy is an orphan. She was raised in a Home, capital H and all. All she knows of her family is her name. Other than that she has never cared. She may have been raised in the Home, but she grew up in the library. She lived close enough to DC to take two buses every weekend into the city to go to the Library of Congress, and the Smithsonian. She was, by the time she was ten, considered a permanent fixture in the library. When she turned 14 one of the librarians put a stack of school applications in front of her. She filled them all out and was accepted to most (only the ones who needed more socialization in her record turned her down). Amy was told by the librarians that she was to apply all of herself to her school work and they'd pay and find scholarships for her. They want her to succeed, and she wants to show them how much she really can do. Her strength is in languages, but she isn't short in sciences or maths. Amy didn't know the girl last year, but it struck her deep. She won't have anything to do with the lake now. How you came to the school (did you transfer or are you a Year 1 student?): Came as a 1st year. Preferred Dorm: Elliot Hall
You weren't on when Jig and I asked to be.
Collab McHaggis/Kirah/(and one line from Master) *December 2nd, 1999 - Tottenham Court Road* Siobhan appeared in a dank alleyway on Tottenham Court Road with a soft crack, inhaling sharply. It didn’t matter how many times she Apparated -- it never got any more comfortable, despite what her old instructor had said. Each time made her remember her first few splinchings, and those were dire. Now, she only had to find Kyle... Kyle had his wand at the ready as Siobhan apparated in. He lowered it as he recognized her. “News?” His voice was a bit tense, and he was currently disguised as a muggle via polyjuice potion. Siobhan whirled around, the voice having come from a direction she was not expecting (though really, she shouldn’t have been expecting anything). Eyes narrowing for a split-second, she eventually nodded – it seemed like it was Kyle. Hopefully. “World War Three starts now,” she replied dryly, feeling as stupid as the code phrase sounded. Still, she couldn’t help but continue, in a nervous, high-pitched voice, “Or, in about three minutes once everyone gets here. Countdown until the end of the world. _Spooky._” Kyle couldn’t help but smile. “It’s most likely that our contact is already in there. There are no other people inside the cafe right now, including the barista.” Kyle caught Siobhan up on what he had seen so far. “So there’s no Muggles around to - you know - be subject to the Imperius,” Siobhan asked urgently, peering around the corner of the wall to view the cafe’s front. “Or hostages. That’s a relief, at least - should make it easier to kidnap him.” Kyle nodded. “I think he sent them away. I can’t decide if that makes me trust him more or less.” “I don’t think you can *have* less than zero-percent trust in a person.” Siobhan rubbed at her stomach, assuring herself that no, she hadn’t splinched herself, those were just nervous butterflies. She knew intellectually that there were spies on their side - her own brother was sort-of one - but the thought of establishing contact with one… rubbed her the wrong way, though she had been all for it at the meeting. “I can try.” Kyle wanted to reach out. He recognized the nervous tick of Siobhan’s. He wanted to comfort his oldest friend, but now was the wrong time. Siobhan nodded as she observed the street from their semi-hidden position, not that she would see any of the others. Each of the field team had a different point to Apparate into - less chance of collisions and little noise - and it was doubtful she would be able to see them. They would have to make the first move out into the open by the cafe, but not yet. “So… here’s hoping we don’t get captured?” A frown reappeared on Kyle’s face. That wasn’t an option for him. The polyjuice would only last an hour, and he had already been here long enough that if they were delayed too long his disguise would drop. Capture meant death for Kyle, or worse the Imperius curse Siobhan flashed him a quick, reassuring smile before his frown could deepen *too* much. “Don’t worry! We have David on our side, shielding us from harm. Plus, if your sister shows up, I’m sure my stupid brother’ll be in tow.” “I don’t want to know what would happen if David met Maggie.” Kyle shook his head imagining the ridiculousness. His frown disappeared at the thought. “Hopefully your brother doesn’t reveal himself.” Kyle was thankful for Alistair’s sacrifice. “Everyone should be here.” Siobhan reached over and tugged on Kyle’s sleeve in the direction of the street. “Let’s go, then. Show ourselves. Target practice for any Death Eaters on the rooftop but-- yeah.” She stepped out into the open, directly across from the specified cafe, and shifted from side to side awkwardly in the middle of the street. With any luck the others would appear soon, and they could all death-march into the quaint little establishment. Kyle gave Siobhan a glance and then walked into the cafe. His heart pounded in his ears. It didn’t matter how many times he was in a fight it always made him nervous, especially if Siobhan was anywhere near said fight. He glanced at the only person in the cafe with his peripheral vision, but made his way to the counter. This was a test. He looked around as if looking for the barista and then reached out and pressed the small bell on the counter repeatedly as if hoping someone would answer. As it turned out, someone did. “The cafe is closed, my friend,” a voice behind them said.
It's fine Jig, it was the computer I was on.
Edit: Maybe it's the computer I'm on, because Jig's last post looks bad too. Ignore me (for now)
@Master I don't know if it's the new code or not being buggy, but the collab post is a mess. It's really hard to read.
Still in!
Looks good to me Jig
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