Mar. 22nd, 2007
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A small girl comes walking into the hall wearing a headband, dirty tunic, trousers and shoes, all stained with dried blood. Slung over one shoulder is an oar whilst in her other hand is an ornate axe.
Buzzing in the air around her was a rather large, glowing insect that resembled a drake.
She re-adjusts the headband to keep her messy brown hair out of her eyes and sees the application form.
She began to read it with a frown on her face.
“I’ve never seen this writing before… but… three-two-eight, is this your memories?”
Her face suddenly took on a softer expression as she spoke up again.
“Yes, I’m not to sure why, though. There was no writing like this back at the village.”
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"I have read the Hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. Three-Two-Eight and Three-Two-Nine.
I have read the Hogwarts_Hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. Three-Two-Eight and Three-Two-Nine.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. Three-Two-Eight and Three-Two-Nine.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. Three-Two-Eight and Three-Two-Nine"
She sighed.
“I don’t know about marmalade but I know jam will rule. Maybe they could rule together?”