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Victorians could hire 'professional mourners' to attend their loved one's funeral. These people would partake in the procession and were not allowed to speak, just look awfully sad! — Rune

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"The Prodigal Sister" for Ophelia Devine. Faked deaths, scandal, and schemes!
Kristoffer was going to be great at this, because he was great at everything. Also his memory was greater than everyone else's, because he bet no one else had ever lost their virginity somewhere exotic like Morocco. Hell, he bet no one else had even lost their virginity. Inexperienced losers.

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7 Deadly Sins

Complete seven threads, one where your character displays each of the Seven Deadly Sins — Pride, Lust, Sloth, Envy, Weath, Gluttony, and Greed. Each thread should be at least ten posts, with at least three being your own. Character accounts can be combined.


Coming Down
February 27th, 1888 — Quidditch Pitch
Gonna fly around the world
Let everybody know my time is now
And my friends at home are pointing from the ground
But I'm not coming down
From my lucky day

The young girl stood over the ground, broom resting beside her, not yet allowed to hover. She stood clad in a yellow riding dress and she only wore her arm and wrist guards rather than the full suit - not really having felt the need to wear it all. She had, however, reluctantly donned her helmet at the last minute though it lay to the side rather than her head. She had improved a lot in her six months on the team, and for that she was grateful but it just wasn't enough. She was up against people who had played for years. What were six months on that? Nothing. She wasn't a natural born talent. She had worked hard this year, practicing whenever she had a moment of free time. Figuring out another way to coax just a little more speed out of the school broom. And even when she couldn't be on the pitch, she had a pall she would carry around just to toss around.

She was stretching now. She had learned the hard way that pulled muscles were no fun. When she forgot to stretch it felt like some clobbered her with a beater's bat when she woke up the next morning. It wasn't fun. Not with all the stairs to climb in the castle. She had to be annoyingly careful stretching, else her dress would shift wrong[ but for the most part, she had figured out what she could and couldn't do and stayed in those bounds. It didn't hurt she had quite a few other females on their team something she was pleased by. She wasn't too sure she would still be willing if she was the only girl.

She rose up from her stretches in a slight panic as she heard approaching footsteps. She was pretty certain she had remembered to check if another team was practicing. She thought the lot was clear now. Still, it didn't take her long to relax when she noted it was only one figure and it was a recognizable one. Handsome Whitledge. The head boy. He seemed nice enough, though she did think his name sounded a little odd - not that her family was the ones to judge. "Good afternoon, Mr. Whitledge. What are you doing down here? The Gryffindor team isn't due to practice are they?"

Handsome Whitledge

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Practicing wasn't the world Handsome used for the time when he took to the skies without his teammates. He wasn't as serious about quidditch as some of the team members, such as Miss Browne who wanted to go pro, and MacFusty who... well, who was still figuring out his life plans. Taking to the skies was instead a form of much-needed stress relief for Handsome, who was less than three months away from his NEWT examinations. While fairly confident he wouldn't go directly into the workforce, he still wanted the option to!

It seemed he wan't alone on the pitch that morning, though, and was instead joined by one of the youngest members of the Hufflepuff team. "Good morning, Miss Potts!" he quipped, laying his broomstick down. "Nah, no practice this morning. Classes are still going on for the day. I'm just here flying around," he explained nonchalantly.

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Calla didn't think she wanted to do quidditch professionally. Sure, she was only a first year and her opinion could change in the next six years. She would think that her parents would allow it. But, even though she put so much time and effort into it and the fact it was her thing amongst her six sisters that only she did, she didn't have plans of becoming professional. She knew she would keep playing, but there were other things she liked more that she wouldn't have time to dedicate herself to if she went pro.

She was a bit surprised that the head boy knew her name, even more so because he was in a different house. Did he know her from quidditch or did he just know everyone's name? She was glad, though, that he said there wasn't any practice scheduled. She had forgotten to check before coming out to practice and she wouldn't want to invade on their reserved time or space.

"Would you like to practice together, Mr. Whitledge, then? It would be quite perfect a keeper and a chaser. Or did you come just to fly?"

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Handsome usually made no attempt to offer assistance to opposing teams (nor did he ever accept offers from members of opposing teams), but then end of his seventh year was approaching and her career on the Hufflepuff quidditch team had just begun. Why not help her? With a smile, Handsome nodded and leaned over to pick up his broom.

"I can help you," he said, walking closer. When he stood right in front of her, he was really staring down to look at her. "But only if you don't tell any of my teammates," he finished with a twinkle of mischievousness in his eyes.

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"Oh sweet! Thank you Mr Whitledge. Have someone to practice with it always far better. I'm not that good but I'm sure I'd be better than expecting the air to toss a ball towards the goals," she offered with a grin, tightening her grip on her broom, itching to get started.

"Tell your teammates? Oh of course not! Only if you won't tell mine though. I can't imagine they would be that pleased with me if they knew I offered to help you. It doesn't really bother me though. I play because its fun, not because I want to make a career out of it or something like that." Now was probably not the time to mention that she and Mr Gillenwater had practiced together before as well. Man, she sure had a track record of trying to practice with Gryffindors. Maybe she should branch out some. Or maybe she should start practicing more with her own teammates.

"How would you recommend practicing?" she asked, flashing a toothy grin.

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Miss Potts was sure wordy for a little first year girl, but he supposed that wasn't a bad thing. She'd likely need to learn to hold her ground if she expected to stay on the team for her duration of her Hogwarts years, even if she was Hufflepuff.

"We can do some basic rounds. Nothing too complicated. I have no desire to face Professor Darrow or the nurse because I'm endangered a first year with some wild trick shots," he chuckled.

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