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4 yrs ago
If anyone I used to RP with comes back to check my profile and is wanting to carry on: sod it, dm me your discord, let's get started again
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I miss the old RPGuild..
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Yeah it's cool, just snapped a ligament.
Replying in the morning. Been a rough day and a trip to the hospital, I'll be online first thing tomorrow
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Has the hider code gone down or am I an idiot?
The death note, sorry
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Herzinth said
Who cares about Harry and Hermione? Or Ron. Only character that matters is Luna.
She was wonderful, truly.
So instead she killed his brother ha!
Feel free to chat here by the way
George caught up with the others and sighed.
"Not even sure why I took the subject." He groaned. One whole school year left. One simple period of time to endure before he was free. He just needed to finally tell his parents how he felt. "You'd have to try and get one of their Quiddtich team. There's the first match of the year at the beginning of next month." First game of the year was always Gryfindor against Slytherin. Always. George pushed though the crowds and eventually managed to find a free staircase that would take him down towards the dungeons.
"I'm putting the first duelling practise up for this Saturday. Try ours too, if anyone's bothered." He'd been Captain for three years now. Strangely long but he had the skill, aswell as the wand. He held it dear to him. Ever since his brother had told him what his wand wood and core meant, he'd truly taken to duelling. The white wood had always made him feel unique, of course fuelling his already enflamed ego and complex.
"Not even sure why I took the subject." He groaned. One whole school year left. One simple period of time to endure before he was free. He just needed to finally tell his parents how he felt. "You'd have to try and get one of their Quiddtich team. There's the first match of the year at the beginning of next month." First game of the year was always Gryfindor against Slytherin. Always. George pushed though the crowds and eventually managed to find a free staircase that would take him down towards the dungeons.
"I'm putting the first duelling practise up for this Saturday. Try ours too, if anyone's bothered." He'd been Captain for three years now. Strangely long but he had the skill, aswell as the wand. He held it dear to him. Ever since his brother had told him what his wand wood and core meant, he'd truly taken to duelling. The white wood had always made him feel unique, of course fuelling his already enflamed ego and complex.
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