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Welcome to TB, an all levels Harry Potter roleplay with no word count. Our purpose is to go through the books with one exception: the addition of original characters and what changes that makes.
We accept all beings and creatures in the Harry Potter verse including ghosts, veela, muggles and even centaur.
We have many active events ongoing for both students and adults and many characters and locations around the world.
Come join us and discover how your character can grow and evolve in the world of Harry Potter.
Cries of Ages It was a Saturday, seemingly so long ago now we were running, hearts pounding through the halls an open door, we took a chance, and hid within the shadows just myself, my two friends, and the haunting memories
Thoughts and images not originated from myself ones that I could never experiance the unbearable pain, the frustration, the cries all of this rests before me
My heart is racing with the others, as we hide from the boy a little joke on our part the tensions run high as we supress our laughter, desperate to remain uncaught
I look to the window, which is dark and catch a glimpse of movement a small notion of fright courses through my veins, visualizing the accounts in my families past
A motion, and the three of us take off our shoes we slowly creep back into the hall the boy is not to be seen, so we run to the stairs, and quickly get far from where we were
I tell nothing of the visions, not a single word why should I reveal my terror? instead, we take cards and seats and laugh...and I forget the Holocaust for now
[Oh my. I found an old, funny poem I wrote in 9th grade. I hope this counts. The topic given to me was 'Stinky Feet'.] The Day I Died Dremiest -- Creamy brown eyes -- Tall, about 6"1'-- Muscular arms and legs-- Total God like-- I melt all over him-- Like a sweet Snickers bar.
Short hand strikes at seven and He appears in front of my door. We went out to eat, Watched some cinema, It was almost the best night ever.
Almost.
He insisted we go back to his house, so we did. Nothing happened, Until he took off his lime green shoes. A mysterious odor seeped into my nose, I found myself staring at his feet NO--I was starting at pure horror Grass and what -looks-like dirt between his toes A rotten egg, chopped up live, Crap-like aroma spread around The house in an instant My nose screaming on top of its lungs Ready to black out any minute I couldn't hold on any longer,
Post by ELIZA MARIE CUNNINGHAM on Jul 10, 2008 12:43:50 GMT -5
Great poems, everyone. (: First place goes to Fawne (55 HP), second place goes to Malcolm (40 HP) and third place goes to Jade (35 HP). Congrats, everyone.
The current default skin and all its images are credit to Eliza Cunningham. The Beginning of the End copyright 2006 - 2024.
