OOC;
-cough- Heyyy guyssss
LOOOOOOVEEEEEP YAYAYAY -loves you alllll the way down-
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^^^ Group chatzy doll, though it may be dead…A lot XD
No complaints there!
Oooh fun fun! Thank youuu
-loves- :D
LOOOOOOVE
EEEEP YAYAYAY -loves you alllll the way down-
http://us4.chatzy.com/23580849967309
^^^ Group chatzy doll, though it may be dead…A lot XD
All This James/Lily Love
Stop. Stop it now. Lily must love me. yay crackships.
Now stop. This trigger will be pulled.
AH WE HASH A LILY?
LILY,LOVE MEEEEEEEEEE
Open || Playtime
James scuffed his shoes along the ground as he walked. He was supposed to be in Divination, but who needed that class anyway? He only took it for a laugh, so he could have a lesson in which he could sleep and no one would notice.Things around the castle had certainly quieted down a bit. The past week had been almost devoid of corridor duels, and the usual Slytherin suspects were rarely seen. James wasn’t sure what to make of it. Surely Riddle was up to something? After Sirius’s
brother had, out of nowhere, caused havoc at breakfast that one morning, things had suddenly stopped. He was almost certain that it meant Riddle was planning something.
Tom cocked an eyebrow as he saw a familiar - but not at all pleasant - face past by him, and stopping rather abruptly, watched as the other turned the corner. Potter, interesting. He made a snap decision before turning and following after silently,his footsteps barely audible. What was little Jamesy doing missing class?
(Source: heirofslytherinbitches, via prongsyjames)
This is an AU Harry Potter First Generation RPG. The Marauders are here, of course, except we have one new addition in our class. One Tom Riddle. As if crazy Potions teachers and deadly Arithmancy essays weren’t bad enough, the Marauders and the rest of Hogwarts are dealing with a very evil, very devious classmate who wants nothing but for them to be at his mercy. What’s worse? A broken heart or a broken neck? Now these witches and wizards must take what they’ve learned and fight to save their lives, but it isn’t so easy when they have no clue they are about to be at war.
Come and play -grin-
(via smartfabianprewett)
Open || Playtime
The castle was quiet. Always quiet. Even the usual sound over scowling teachers was missing, as every student filed in and out of their classes wordlessly. Everyone was good, everyone was nice. It was sickening. It was unacceptable.
Tom walked in the midst of the peace, his eyes sweeping across the faces of his ‘peers’. It was time to play. Now all that was left to do was pick the perfect person.
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