[S]Edwin Sierra

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[S]Edwin Sierra; Durmstrang transfer student
Topic Started: Nov 8 2008, 08:05 AM (122 Views)
Edwin Sierra	Nov 8 2008, 08:05 AM Post #1
Posts: 9 Group: Ravenclaw Member #70 Joined: November 8, 2008	Character Name: Edwin Cassius Aron Sierra Year: Sixth Age: Eighteen Biography: Extended Family: Grandfather (Paternal): Antonio Sierra Grandfather (Maternal): Alphard Black Grandmother (Paternal): Maria Santigo Grandmother (Maternal): Kianna Nott Aunts and Uncles (Paternal): Kathrine Brinks (In law) Alonso Santago, Imelda Santago, Claudius Sierra Aunts and Uncles (Maternal): Cygnus Black, Orion Black (In law) Welburga Black, Druella Rosier (In law) First Cousins (Paternal): Camilla Miya (In law) Ashida Santigo, Laurelda Santigo, Dorian Sierra, Anita-Marie Sierra First Cousins (Maternal): Sirius Black, Regulus Black, Bellatrix Lestrange, Rodolphus Lestrange (In law) Narcissa Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy (In law), Andromeda Tonks, Ted Tonks (In law) Immediate Family: Mother: Belladonna Kianna Black Father: Cassius Raoul Sierra Siblings: Claude Jonovan Themarius Black; Anita-Marie Sally Sierra Belladonna Black and Cassius Sierra met on entirely coincidental circumstances. Just two years before the first fall of the Dark Lord, Belladonna's family chose to take a vacation to Spain in order to evade a Ministry inquiry. Their heavy ties to some of the Dark Lord's strongest supporters had marked them out as suspects during a sudden flurry of Ministry activity as it tried to rope in as many of the Dark Lord's followers as possible. Despite the fact that he had technically been removed from the family tree by his sister, Belladonna's father had remained heavily involved with his nieces and nephews, becoming very sneaky with his patronage of two of them before giving them up entirely for the favor of the other three and their families. He managed to win over his brother, but never his sister. Nonetheless, the constant mingling with the Dark Lord's leading fanatics eventually led to Alphard's own conversion which therefore led to his fleeing the country with his family once a few specific supporters had been captured. Upon their arrival to Spain, Belladonna and her family swiftly immersed themselves in the lower-class wizarding community after taking some pains to conceal their right identities. Keeping an eye on the news, they managed to learn when the search for them was cut off and instantly brought themselves back into higher company. It was during the change from low class to high that Belladonna stumbled upon Cassius at a full class club. He was a worker there, but he mingled with those of the higher social strata as if he had been born to the right. She had been struck by his looks and took the time to watch him whenever her mother and father let her wander off on her own. After a week, Belladonna was struck by the sudden realization that the waiter she watched was actually of the upper classes himself wen he played the violin upon request from a British witch Belladonna swore she recognized. There was no common man who could move with such a grace, could play such an instrument with such finesse as though he had been born with it in his hand. In that moment he was transformed; no longer that dashing serving man with the easy air, but a stunning man worthy of stealing her breath away. After his little debut, Belladonna finally deigned to approach him. She ignored the small flutter when he flashed his grin at her, and instead introduced herself with all the dignity she had been raised with. She had watched as his brow had arched, as his face had shadowed with something very akin to scorn, before bowing and introducing himself with the same haughty air she knew she had just used on him. More then that, for perhaps the first time since she could properly recall, someone aside from her snooty cousins had just insulted her. In public. With a nasty little smirk. Without pausing to think, she promptly slapped it from his face. His clearly amused look did nothing to quell her rage, and before she knew it she had pulled out her wand to curse him. His hand moved faster then her mouth, and tore her wand away while the other grabbed her elbow and literally hauled her from the room. She then stood in stunned silence as a man she had believed to be a common Muggle (bad enough) then perhaps a Muggle of distinction (still terrible) viciously cut her to pieces with his tongue for pulling her wand out in full view in the center of a Muggle establishment. Never in all her life had anyone ever spoken to her in such a degrading manner. Never had anyone dared to drag her about like so much common garbage and hiss at her like some misbehaved child. She knew, naturally, that it was a very good thing no one else had, for she doubted anyone but Cassius Sierra would have responded positively to her next mortifying move. Taking him by his lapels, she had dragged the sneering man forward and promptly shut his gob by kissing him like some wanton call girl. To this day she couldn't quite recall how it worked, but they'd ended up dating shortly afterward. During the rest of her stay, Belladonna learned that Cassius was the son of a prospering Pureblood family in Spain, the owner and co-owner of three clubs, and a prospering musician. She also learned that she was a spoiled, snotty little brat who made his teeth ache with the depth of deception she would go to at times to appear sweet and innocent. During her time with Cassius, Belladonna found that throwing her name around got her no-where, throwing her money around only got sneers and scoffs, and even throwing her body around generally only brought out a mild interest. She learned in that time how to show her true colors squarely, without fear, and to lay her cards on the table like a straight shooter. She also found that the more honest she was with him, the more darling he became. Considering he was darling even when he was cutting her limb from limb with his wicked insights on her selfish nature, that was saying something. Belladonna did not really understand what drew Cassius to her. He was always quick to point out how snobby she was, how petty and how spoiled, but very rarely did he ever point out qualities that reasoned why he stayed with her. When the time had come for her to leave Spain, Belladonna had truly learned what it meant to be bereft. None of her family members could raise her from her depression after they returned to their manor after the Dark Lord had fallen. She sent only the occasional letter to Cassius, forcing herself to be civil and distant, knowing that if she begged he would only laugh at her. A child without its toy, a little debutante who didn't get what she wanted. Yes, she knew his cutting words by heart, which was why she did not understand why some weeks later he sent a letter demanding to know what she was playing at. Had she wanted him or not, or had it all just been a game to her? Without daring to hope, she composed a letter that bared her heart, knowing full well for the first time how easy it was to crush. To feel, in a moment, how terrible it was to be vulnerable. That apparently, was Cassius final lesson during their pre-marital courtship, for he arrived with his response personally. They were wed with blessings from both their parents, indicating instantly to Belladonna that Cassius had never lied about his own family's prestige. Oddly, she found such things didn't matter so much anymore. They did, however, kick in when she'd been cursed with twins. The pregnancy had all but killed her, and the delivery would certainly have finished the job if it hadn't been for the insane amounts of galleons put in to her health care and survival plan. Her sons had been born bright and healthy, polar opposites of one another. One of them, Claude, bore the striking blue eyes of his mother, and the full pouty lips. While the other, Edwin, had borne his fathers fathomless black eyes and quirky brows. Belladonna had nearly wept to see that they both had their father's foolish, dashing smile. At parental request, each son bore one of the family names, granting an heir to each line. Cassius and Bella took their time in naming their children, and for the most part they seemed content. Searing fights happened behind closed doors as Cassius pushed to teach their children the ways of Muggles and of Wizards, and as Bella chose to try and compromise this by also being allowed to teach them Dark Magic. It took some time for them to keep from killing one another long enough to snarl out their side of the battle. Bella despised the thought of her sons coexisting with Muggles, and Cassius was quite adamant on the fact his sons would never know Dark Magic. It took them five years to settle the debate, meanwhile sneaking behind the other and telling various bedtime stories to the children or showing them various things and how to use them. Their sons were content, however, with their parents charade of kindness for one another, blissfully unaware of how unstable their parent's relationship was becoming. Then the unthinkable happened, and Bella became pregnant again. Cassius was terrified for her, but any time he mentioned it or tried to help her she would scream at him as though it was his way of murdering her. Finally, Cassius gave up on trying to calm his wife, and merely left. Without a word to his sons or his wife, Cassius simply left the manor and did not return. Belladonna called for him, sent letters, begged her parents to find him. She kept fighting to get him back at her side right to the point when she passed out from exhaustion in St. Mungo's. She came to just once, calling for her husband, then once more to name the child. No amount of money could save her from the detestation of losing him, or from the intense amount of nternal damage her second pregnancy had caused her. She died, naming her child after her husband's beloved sister. The Seirra children were taken to Spain, though Claude was held back with the Blacks. For two years, custody was battled for, and Cassius lost. Throughout it all, both Edwin and Claude had seemed introverted, coming to life only when they saw one another in court. Cassius fought hard for both of his sons, but in realizing he had lost, he asked the Blacks to take Edwin as well. "For they should never be seperated." The Blacks had agreed, and extensive paperworks were signed. Edwin still belonged to Cassius, but he would live with the Blacks as long as he needed to. Neither boy had a problem with this, for they were quite used to the fact that everyone ignored them at the Black Manor, which translated into 'They could do whatever they wanted'. Edwin would find Claude dragged away for lessons a lot more then himself, but aside from that the two of them were always treated very fairly in the Black Manor. They were trained excessively by their grandparents and their 'uncle' Lucius alongside their cousin Draco, with extra lessons from their father and the many Sierra's whenever they traveled to Spain or their father came to them. As it was, the boys saw a great deal of their father, for the Blacks had not barred him from the premises despite his abandonment of Belladonna. It was not until the letters came that tension built. Two separate schools had owled; Durmstrang for Claude, and Hogwarts for Edwin. The Blacks had been content with this, but the twins had not. They fought and argued with their grandparents and father until finally letters were sent and arrangements were set. Cassius lost his second battle of wills with the Blacks, for both boys were to attend Durmstrang. Upon arrival, Edwin felt instantly at edge. There was nothing about Durmstrang which appealed to him, and everything had smelled dangerous and dark. The lighting was dingy, and in the flickering flame of the torches, the professors sat like predators, eyes glittering maliciously. He had stuck close to his brother, and when the sword had pointed his brother to his house seat, Edwin took it in hand and prayed to all the gods for the same table. The sword glowed in his hands and burned, before assenting. Edwin spent the next five years wishing it had denied him. The Head of Katzenaugen was a terrifying, beautiful witch whose very words seemed laced with poison. There were times when her lessons went beyond the normal curriculum - no, there was never once a class that even bordered upon the proper, Ministry assigned curriculum. Not with her, and certainly not with Professor Asphodel. At least with Serian, it was History of Magic. All she taught was of Dark magic, Dark wizards, and ancient Dark rituals. As for Asphodel, the woman was naught more then a nightmare given human form. Her classes were nothing more then the portal into the realm of depraved cruelty that was her mind. Her Potions curriculum was too complicated for any in her class to be remotely ready to deal with, let alone prepare. She deliberately worked her students three years ahead of their time. Yet it was her other class that truly stripped any Ministry regulations and sent them screaming for the doors. For the Ministry had certainly not assigned 'Dark Arts' as an official class, and for once in their rule they had been right about something. Those times with Professor Asphodel served as fuel for Edwin's wildest and most terrifying nightmares from the first day onward, and he knew he was not the only one so affected. The noble sons and daughters of Ehrenadler would cry out just as he did, and he often hid among their ranks until his fellow Katzenaugen caught him. His first year had been a nightmare; Potions, Charms, and Defense had been taught at third year levels, Dark Arts had given him nightmares from the very first day, Transfiguration had seen him turned into a panther and he'd scared the other students, and a fellow student had committed suicide somewhere in the middle of the year. When he returned home, he was given no time to complain as his father and grandfather took his training up about seven notches, leaving him and his brother thoroughly exhausted by the end of each day. The entire summer had been rigorous, and before Edwin knew it, he was heading back to Durmstrang. During his second year his classes were taught at a fourth to fifth year level. In Defense, Professor Kaahn broke his arm for an 'example'. The next month one of his own house mates had slipped a potion into his drink to see if he would react to the snake venom that had been used to create it. The Ehrenadler's took pity on him often, hiding him away in their tower where the gentler professors would calmly tend to his wounds and whisper counter curses to him so that he could better protect himself. He became especially close to the Care of Magical Creatures Professor, who helped him carry on his father and grandfather's training and often gave him Healing potions on the sly. Katzenaugen was the house that got into the most fights, famed for its Dark Arts fanatics and its sneaks. They tended to work alone, but when they worked together it was almost always on the offensive against the other two houses. Ehrenadler was for target practice; Drachesieth for a good row. Only once had he found himself before the Headmistress Morgana Drake, and that brief moment had made him wonder how such evil and corruption could exist in the school. He had found himself estranged from the other Katzenaugen when he had defended a first year Ehrenadler and the ensuing sneak attacks had driven him to the Hospital Wing well over a dozen times per week before they finally grew bored of chasing him down and hexing him. That summer training doubled yet again. During third year lessons stayed at a fifth year level, though Professor Asphodel had seen fit to make Edwin stand in a circle of Taipans and King Browns as she tested his ability to understand what she said in Parseltongue. She repeated this exercise over thirty times on the students during that year alone. The fights amongst the students escalated; the curses and spells learned in Defense, Charms, and Dark Arts becoming more and more violent. All three of those classes seemed designed to make a battlefield of the school, and most of the teachers turned a blind eye to the obvious use of magic in the halls. Several students ended up in St. Mungo's in need of extensive care that the school nurse was unable to provide. That summer, Edwin showed his grandfather his memories of some of those fights during one of their lessons. His grandfather responded by teaching Edwin some stronger defense magic which had taken the already grueling training and upped it. In fourth year, hell broke loose for Edwin. He and his brother had grown farther and farther apart, but it was during their fourth year that the void between them grew insurmountable. During one of the hall wars, Edwin had sided once again with the Ehrenadler and fought against his housemates. There was a point in time when everyone took an arranged break and Edwin had stepped out to grab one of his fallen comrades. The Katzenaugen who had left shelter to do the same for his had been Claude. They had stared at one another silently, before Claude had lifted his wand and cursed Edwin with a cutting curse that had ripped through Edwin's leg mercilessly. The librarian and Professor Cortez had arrived shortly after, and broken up the fight. Edwin was taken to the hospital wing where his leg was tended to. He requested that he receive Muggle treatment to connect the skin, in order to ensure scarring. The nurse and Professors had found the request odd, but for Edwin the scar was meant to serve as a memory. A testament to how far he and his brother had truly fallen. That summer, Edwin hid everything from his grandfather and his father, taking in all the knowledge he could and intending to use it stealthily and steadily against his fellow Katzenaugen. Fifth year was the bloodiest and most violent of his years at Durmstrang. The last two years he had noticed Asphodel, Sarien, or Kaahn take a team of students out of Katzenaugen and sometimes Dracheseith in the middle of the night. This year when they had returned, they had all born the Dark Mark upon their arms and brandished them like trophies throughout the common-room. When these students seemed to become the main targets of hall wars, Edwin was naturally blamed and targeted. During Dark Arts and Potions he was often singled out for answers, and it was only in Dark Arts that he stumbled. In Defense he was used as Kaahn's exemplar for a type of cutting curse that caused certain areas of the body to shred apart painfully. After half an hour of Edwin's screams, Kaahn had sealed the wounds on his back and sat him down to write an essay on the exact way he had felt while under the curse. 'For research purposes', Kaahn had stated all to smugly. It was a month after this that Edwin witnessed a murder. When Edwin was called in for questioning, he had refused to give. A fellow student attempted to prod his mind, and he shut him down so viciously he actually caused the other a serious amount of physical pain. When addressed snidely by Kaahn, Edwin had blatantly insulted the Professor and the dead student by calmly using the outlines of his house. He had sounded so much the loyal Katzenaugen that Sarien and Asphodel had whispered amongst themselves while Kaahn penetrated Edwin's mind. Knowing to stop the man would make him seem all the more guilty, Edwin led the Professor through various memories, tossing them out randomly to cover up what Kaahn truly sought. After an hour, Kaahn had been forced to concede that Edwin knew nothing. That next week, three more students were found dead, but Edwin had not witnessed any of them. He was called in again, and again he hid his information on the first murder before Kaahn accepted that Edwin had witnessed nothing on these counts either. The young Sierra used his advantage over the person he had protected just once and in a polite manner. The true events of what Edwin was going through were taken directly to his father, and by the end of the year Edwin's transfer to Hogwarts was complete. He returned to the manor that summer and packed his things. With a few words to his grandparents and a nod to his brother, Edwin moved to Spain to be with his father, sister, and respectable extended family. He wanted nothing more to do with the Blacks, or his brother. Whom, he was fairly certain, had a thing for Asphodel now. Almost every Katzenaugen did; she and Sarien were the most chased after teachers and it sickened him. Yes, they were beautiful. Without a doubt the most stunning witches he had ever known. The were also, without a doubt, the most evil. His father withheld him from Hogwarts for a year during the sudden uprising in England, training him quietly with the Sierra's in the ancestral manor. Edwin did not waste any breath on demanding to go, perfectly content to stay out of the line of fire. After the Battle of Hogwarts, Edwin joined his father's family in their celebration. The Sierra's wee naive enough to believe that the fall of Voldemort marked the end of war, but Edwin and Cassius did not think so. There had been plenty of darkness at Durmsgrang without a lord, as Edwin often muttered. The next semester dawned, and Cassius tried to keep Edwin back again. They argued steadily, and it was not until November that Edwin's father finally bowed down. They both knew that England was having a rough go, that Hogwarts was filling with refugees, but Edwin was determined to finish his schooling properly. He also dearly wished to attend the school the Spanish Sierra's had long patronized despite there being several schools in Spain. Clearly Hogwarts reputation wasn't just rumor. Edwin merely hoped he would not be to frowned upon for his late arrival for which he firmly blamed his father. Personality: Edwin is a young man who spent the majority of his adolescent life listening to adults fight, and hiding in dark corners to save his hide. Its fairly easy to mark him out as 'introverted' and 'skittish', though these words may not be entirely accurate. While he is an incredibly cautious individual for his age and certainly prone to moments of deep reflection, Edwin is actually a bit of a people person. He feels more comfortable when he is around others who feel safe, and he enjoys talking and hanging out, despite having been offered little opportunity for such things. He loves to learn (When the teachers aren't scaring him to death and the lesson isn't straight from a horror film) and he also loves to teach. If he learns something or knows something he think can help another, he's often apt to offer that assistance. Another thing about Edwin is he has a slight temper. He learned in Durmstrang that rage was a very good handling technique for fear, and enabled a person a sense of clarity that terror would never permit. He deliberately trained himself to react to threats in an angry manner, because doing so often helped to intimidate the attacker. He's the sort of kid who's got himself stuck on the 'fight' mode when survival kicks in. For the most part Edwin avoids confrontation and dangerous situations, but when faced with them he has a vicious response. He also has training under his belt that hardly falls under the title of 'authorized', but this is simply what Durmstrang does to children with good hearts. It turns them into creatures of instinct, and sometimes instinct is not the best answer. Appearance: Edwin is a surprisingly delicate man, something people can see from the very way his face is formed. A fine-boned structure with high cheek bones and a narrow nose, full lips and a slim chin that could be sharp but ends almost bluntly. His narrow and shockingly expressive eyes are shielded by almost-feminine black lashes, accented by winged brows prone to sardonic waggling, expressive raising and sneering arches. His neck is slender, formed from narrow, almost frail looking shoulder-blades that reach down to slim and barely toned arms, and long slender fingers. His chest is slightly barreled, and his stomach muscles are perhaps the most kept part of him (aside from his hair). He has long legs and surprisingly narrow hips for a man. Edwin is all to well aware of the fact he appears very feminine and frail, something that couldn't be rectified even if he did cut his hair, so he accepts this misfortune. Grudgingly. And with the occasional rant to the occasional idiot who occasionally mistakes him for a fairly flat-chested female. One thing about Edwin that is decidedly masculine is his voice; not to speak small of his furious fists or anything. Edwin also sports several distinctive scars in various places. There is a thick scar that runs from his ankle to his thigh, as well as several scars along his back that spider out from the spine in an almost sun-shaped manner. On his elbow is another scar, very small in comparison to the others. He also has both of his ears pierced, and is generally seen with a single, blood red jewel on his left. Special: Proficient Occlumency, rudimentary Legilimency and Parseltongue. Reason for Special: Edwin was taught at a very young age that ones mind is the only true sanctity in the world, the only place a man could be truly safe. With the world the way it was, if Edwin did not want even that sanctuary sullied and soiled by the imprints of others, he would learn to guard it fiercely. His training began when he was six, continued on until he was in his fourth year at which point his father and uncles began teaching him a little bit about Legilimency, having found for themselves that Edwin's skill had been well honed during his time with them and his time at Durmstrang. As for Parseltongue, one of the many repeat practicals of Dark Arts class was testing the student's ability to understand Parseltongue, for the teacher saw fit to teach it as a second language, if only for the amusement she found in surrounding her students with Taipans and King Browns. His knowledge is very limited, and while he can understand several words and phrases, he has no actual control over the language. Other: Has a strong aptitude for Defense and Potions; is dismal with Arithmancy and Divinations. Desired House: Ravenclaw. Rp Sample {at least 300 words}: When their grandfather had warned them it would be cold once they got to Durmstrang, neither Edwin nor his brother had anticipated he meant the castle itself would also be freezing. Huddling deeper into their coats, the two brothers moved closer to one another, shuffling forward amidst the other twenty or so first years as they took in their surroundings with mismatched eyes. One pair took in the sights uneasily, registering the low lighting and the sense of malice that rose from the professor's table. The other pair darted around eagerly, taking in every grotesque gargoyle and glaring teacher with a growing sense of anticipation. His grandmother had spoken highly of the Dark ways of Durmstrang, and it was fairly clear her words stood steady with the weight of truth. The small group of first years stuttered to a stop as the tall redheaded witch who led them inside turned and raised her hand in a silent command. Once they were all still, she turned and lifted something. A few in the front gasped, stumbling back and causing the others to do the same while Edwin and his brother craned their necks to see what it was she held. The flash of metal glinted in the younger ones black eyes, and he hissed softly. "Claude, its a -" "The Sorting Sword," the woman called loudly, somehow managing to drawl and sneer while broadcasting her voice, "Does not sing, nor does it dance. This artifact will look into your heart and point you in the direction of your truest self. For the next seven years you will live among kindred hearts, should the sword find you worthy of remaining in this castle." Her lips twitched. "Should it not, you shall be sent home to your parents after a moment of time in our hospital wing." There were several scattered cries, and Edwin swore he heard some excited murmurs amongst the other students. A slow chill fell across his spine, for those murmurs told him the witch was not just trying to pull a first year's leg for dramatic effect. He shivered heavily, clutching his brother's arm tightly as the names were called. At 'Rovich, Tamlin' the Sierra brothers and the few others left in line cried out as the sword suddenly flashed, cutting the girl across her face. The witch darted forward, taking the sword and thrusting the girl roughly into the hands of another witch. "Clearly, you are undeserving," the redheaded one spat, watching with a malicious smile as the weeping girl was taken from the room. Edwin stared quietly at the house table that roared with amused laughter, the quiet gasps, murmurs and tuts from the other two tables entirely drowned out. "Sierra, Claude." Edwin's eyes snapped back to the front, terror filling him. Instinctively, his hold on his older twin tightened and Claude had to hiss at him before he was able to let go. Edwin stood stiffly, his fists tightly clenched as Claude took the sword and laid it on his palms as instructed. After a moment the sword glowed gold and shifted, moving on ts own as it had previously to point to Claude's new house. The relief Edwin felt as he watched his brother leave the stand intact was completely mollified by the fact the sword had pointed him directly to the table that had laughed. "Sierra, Edwin." Turning his eyes back to the front again, Edwin closed his eyes and thought a quiet prayer before taking the stand. The sword was passed to him, and it had barely rested on his palms before glowing blue. Instantly Edwin snarled at it, fury building in the thought of being torn from his brother so quickly. The sword had barely touched him and was already planning to separate them. His snarl was replaced with a his of pain as the sword took a soft red and burned deeply into his palm as though to remind him that more then the fate of a house rested in his palms. Should he anger this particular sorting device, he could easily find himself following Rovich. He was just growing cold with this fact when the burn stopped and was replaced with a coolness and a golden glow. With forced calmness, Edwin handed the sword back to the witch, and joined his brother in Katzenaugen. A small note: Though I read in the rules it was alright to use profiles from other sites, I would like to point out that the references to Durmstrang names and houses comes from an old site long since disbanded that I was once a very active member of. I have no claim over the house names and though I've used them in profiles for some time, if for any reason these terms bring back less then fond memories, or are seen as plagiarism I will be more then willing to shift the names to something of my own creation. The professor names belong to the people who played them (I myself was Professor Cortez). The rest of this is of my own creation.



Johnathon Daniels	Nov 8 2008, 05:39 PM Post #2
The "Nice" Vampire Posts: 76 Group: Elderly Headmaster Member #2 Joined: August 15, 2007	<center><b><font color=blue>Ravenclaw</color></b> Congratulations, you have been sorted into Ravenclaw.</center> <center><a href="http://z11.invisionfree.com/The_Invisible_Cloak/index.php?showforum=78"><img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r242/viedansante/ravenclaw.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"></a></center> <center>Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw, if you've a ready mind, Where those of wit and learning, Will always find their kind. Hello and welcome. We're so excited to have you! Some Suggestions: 1. Read the Rules. 2.Claim your Face! 3. Make a Introduction topic. Your current Head of House is Aamu Koivu. If you have any questions, please just PM me or one of the other admins.</center>



Alysse Withers	Nov 14 2008, 09:36 PM Post #3
Posts: 192 Group: Elderly Headmistress Member #4 Joined: August 20, 2007	Ravenclaw Congratulations, you have been sorted into Ravenclaw. Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw, if you've a ready mind, Where those of wit and learning, Will always find their kind. Hello and welcome. We're so excited to have you! Some Suggestions: 1. Read the Rules. 2.Claim your Face! 3. Make a Introduction topic. Your current Head of House is Aamu Koivu. If you have any questions, please just PM me or one of the other admins.


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