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[kyndrick carmilla laurent]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) infinity ( TAGGED ) people ( STATUS ) COMPLETE Kyndrick Laurent was notorious for the parties she threw. She was that girl! The one who always seemed able to sneak under the noses of others. She could get alcohol, drugs, and whatever else she wanted into school. And, for this Spring holiday, Kyndrick decided to take her fellow students off their home turf and into uncharted lands. She decided that it was time to throw a party by the sea. She knew of just the right beach. It was the kind of place that was tucked away down below rocks but that spread far enough to keep campers out of the tide’s reach while still setting up tents on the sand. As a little girl, Kyn had vacationed here. But now, she was redefining the territory as a place for fun, a place for lively entertainment. And, as usual, she was the first to show up. She had gathered her equipment over time and was ready for this. She had her own little tent, sleeping bag, flashlight, and a bag with her many fun little outfits. She’d also levitated a few ice chests, kegs, and an open-walled tent for cover in case they got hit with rain. She set these things up with an experienced air, as if she lived for seaside camping holidays! And, after her tents were sufficiently staked down and assembled, she started down the beach to collect firewood. She planned on a bonfire, one of her specialties. She was thankful for the seclusion of the area because it enabled her to use magic to set things up instead of having to do it all the normal way. Plus, it cut her time down to about a fourth of what it would have been by muggle means. She was left with just enough time to change out of her sandy cotton pants and long sleeve shirt and into a cute, flirty little dress from a boutique in Paris. Typical Kyndrick, always making a statement. Tonight would be their’s; the student population would claim it as their own! And Kyn absolutely could not wait. More specifically, she couldn’t wait for Remus Lupin and his gang of ragtag Gryffindors to show up. It wasn’t Remus’s gang precisely, but Kyn had found a sort of fondness for Remus that didn’t quite spread to the others. He was special. She wouldn’t forget that. Now, if only other would show up so they could light the fire and start this little shin-dig. 'ello my lovelies!

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[demitrius daxton amherst]

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[cas wyn cadwallader]

got my very own hammock!

The beach was bigger than Cas had imagined it would be in his head. He was thrilled to take the fun of the school crowd on vacation and had looked forward to this little outing from the moment Kyn Laurent had invited him. Unlike the others though, Cas wasn’t one to over-prepare. Instead of bringing loads of belongings, he had only a backpackers travel pack slung on his back. Once down on the beach, he pulled out a hammer and two sharp ended stakes. He staked them into two massive rocks that climbed up the lurching hills. After they were planted into the rock in a sturdy fashion, Cas hung the ends up his hammock from the stakes. He then climbed up the sides of the rocks and staked in another two stakes above him. From there, he draped a tarp to stop rain. He lazily tossed a blanket on his hammock and grinned. He was good to go. After set up, he raced up to Kyn and grabbed her around the waist with a howl like some kind of wild beast.

”Tonight is a night of history!” Cas called out, letting his voice boom on the rocks behind them. He let go of Kyn as they stood before the unlit fire pit. ”Where the Hell is everyone? I mean, I see Dax over there, but he seems moody.” Cas commented with an upraised brow. ”Oh, tell me you invited Gracie! Please, please say Gracie’s coming!” Cas’s face lit up like the sun. He loved to harass Gracie more than anything else in the world. Call it a hobby, or call it love! Cas and Gracie had a special kind of bond.

[lily anne evans]

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weep for yourself my man, you'll never be what is in your heart. weep little lion man, you're not as brave as you were at the start. rate yourself and break yourself, take all the courage you have left and waste it on fixing all the problems you made in your own head. but it was not your fault but mine, and it was your heart on the line. i really fucked it up this time, didn't i my dear. didn't i -------------

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The wind whipped through Lily’s wild red locks as she carefully made her way down the rocky path. She’d only brought a daypack since Alice had offered to bring the tent. A few of them would all be bunking together so they wouldn’t all have to go out and get supplies. This was the first real trip that Lily had been on with just her friends. She’d been places with the Logan family or her own parents and sister. But this was all new to her. And she couldn’t help but feel a bit excited to be out on her own. For the first time, there were no rules, no regulations. She wasn’t obligated as a Prefect or a dutiful daughter or anything else. She could let loose and it would be fine! The thought left her a little breathless.

When she found the camp spot, she realized she was early and her face flushed slightly. Where was everyone else? So far, it was Cas and Kyn and someone in a tent tucked away. She’d at least expected Ollie and Mar early!

Not knowing what to do, Lily wandered through the sand slowly until she reached Cas and Kyn. ”Hey guys.” She started as Cas rambled something about Gracie excitedly. Lil’s eyes lit up slightly, amused by Cas’s general enthusiasm. It seemed like everyone was waiting for someone. Lily was waiting for everyone. She needed her other Gryffindors in order to feel even remotely social.

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[frank alexander longbottom]

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[marlene edith mckinnon]

With a pop, Marlene McKinnon appeared suddenly on the beach quite close to Kyn, Cas, Lily, and the others. “I passed!” she screeched by way of greeting, carelessly tossing a rucksack on the sand. Marlene’s seventeenth birthday had been in mid-February, and she had been one of many taking the apparation classes Hogwarts offered to newly legal witches and wizards. Her exam had been scheduled only the day before, and she had spent the past 24 hours doing rather obnoxious things like apparating into her grandparents’ home to frighten them, and popping in on her aunt and uncle, and on dear cousin Ludo. She had even managed to show up near Ollie once or twice.

Needless to say, everyone was quite glad to have Marlene out of their hair for a few hours.

“Where’s Ollie? I thought for sure she’d already be here... Hopefully with something to sleep in, because I only packed alcohol and underwear...” When packing for overnight trips, Marlene only believed in the essentials. Clean underwear, alcohol, and a wand. For the cleaning charms of course! “Have we started? Yes? No? Yes?” Shrugging carelessly she grabbed the tossed bag and pulled out a bottle of firewhiskey and dropped it by the log, letting the bag fall again into the sand.

Not quite willing to sit down yet, Marlene wandered around the campsite, trying out the hammock. That was a good idea... If Ollie didn’t come prepared, maybe she’d make a hammock. Or steal this one. She peeked into Kyn’s tent, which elicited a quick, “Nice!” before she made her way to Frank’s, which got a much more colourful, “Godric’s balls!” Rejoining the others, Marlene jabbed a thumb at the million man tent behind her.

“What’s that? You could have an orgy in there, two orgies! There’s like 20 bunk beds in there! I know where I’m sleeping! With half the school...”

[remus lupin]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/2vafwqd.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 400px; height: 500px;] remus was determined to have a good time this party. most of the time, he spend every party he attended with his friends making sure no one chocked over their own vomit if they passed out. remus had always felt as though he was the more responsible one of his friends. even though he turned a blind eye to all their stupid pranks and offenses most of the time, he was always there to make sure things did not completely go out of hand and nobody died at their expense. now though, it was a camping trip. there were no professors eagerly waiting half a mile away to catch them, there was no castle to break or jump out of. they couldn’t be expelled for partying this time. surely the boys would be alright. remus had never been the type to actually let loose at parties, but for some reason, this time he was feeling a bit lucky. a bit cheerful. he wanted to have a good time. besides, kyndrick laurent was hosting this one. which meant, very simply, that kyndrick laurent would be there for the entire weekend. he was excited to see her especially. but likewise, most of his friends, if not most of the hogwarts seniors, would be there. it would obviously be a good time. remus apparated on the spot, arriving in the clearing and taking a look around him. he knew sirius and james had not yet arrived, but frank and lily were standing around. ”hey all” he grinned, approaching them. ”is this your tent, frank? bloody hell” he raised his eyebrows, grinning wider. he poked his head inside the gigantic tent and looking around. ”called this one!” he shouted, throwing his duffle bag onto one of the lower beds without any more of an announcement, rejoining the others. he raised an eyebrow over at marlene saying it would become something of an orgy in there, not bothering to hide his laughter. godric's balls! two orgies?! ”alright!” he clapped his hands together excitedly. ”let’s get this party started” he finally decided, a bit uncharacteristically. he was going to have fun tonight, going to have fun tonight, he kept repeating to himself silently.

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[terria kya newton]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px; background-color: #212020;] [style= width: 340px; height: 360px; text-align: justify; background-color: #000000; font-family: arial; font-size: 10; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #71ad9e; margin-left: 3px; margin-top: 3px; opacity: 0.7; float: left; overflow: auto;] There are men and there are monsters. Can you guess which one I am? She scribbled the words on a scrap of parchment with a charcoal pencil. She paused for a moment, just breathing before she had to continue on. I set him free. He wouldn’t tell the story that way, but it’s what I did. Monsters and men shouldn’t intermingle this way. Perhaps his eldest brother was right in that aspect. I would never be good for Ryan. All I’ve done so far is keep secrets, secrets that he might not even understand if I told him. The only person who understands is Mercedes. We’re too alike. We run together with different blood pounding through our veins. But, in the end, our lives always seem to collide. So, why not come here? Why not spend this time with a treasured friend after learning that love can only ever hurt monsters like us? I will tell her everything. And she will understand because she must. Terria stopped writing. She crumpled the sheet into a ball and then unwrinkled it. She then crumpled it once more before tearing the sheet in halves over and over until they were only tiny rectangles of smudged charcoal. She tugged a lighter out of her pocket, set the tiny scraps on a rock before her, and lit them on fire with solemn eyes. ”Time for my first trip with friends.” She murmured to herself with this tense lack of assurance in her tone. She felt as lost as she had that first train ride to school. But, luckily, this time around she would have Mercy to wander along with her. Having a real friend made things much more bearable. She even felt normal sometimes. She could sit there with Mercy and the two of them could be weird together, freaks that wouldn’t ever belong. She’d gotten to the beach just after Dax had. But unlike him, she’d decided it would be better to wait to go down to the camp until others started arriving. She stayed stowed away along the Cliffside, writing on scraps of paper that she would only burn afterward so as not to leave any evidence of who she truly was. The last thing she needed was a drunk teenager rummaging through her writings to discover she was a vampire. It was hard enough having to deal with what she was on her own, no less with other people harassing her about it. The crowd was finally beginning to grow. Terria noticed even a few more mellow sorts arriving. Lily Evans was there and so was Remus Lupin. They were Prefects. It surprised Terria that Prefects would go to these kinds of things. Then again, this was a school break and they deserved to have fun too. She started down the rocks slowly and shyly peered into the camp. She’d brought a small, two person tent. She started setting it up near where Dax had put his, thinking it would be out of the way. The poles took a moment to figure out, but Terria got it on her own and was soon offering the others an awkward little wave as she sat down on one end of a log. [/style]

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[callie rose moran]

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she found a mountain that was far too high and when she found out she couldn't fly, well it was too late. its too late, she's gone too far, she's lost the sun. she's come undone --------

Callie Rose Moran lived for events like these. When Kyn had whispered in her ear during Charms that this was happening, Callie’s eyes had lit up like giant blue light bulbs. She had left class scouting out Mar Mckinnon like her life depended on it. And now that the weekend had finally arrived, Callie looked like she might wet herself with excitement.

She walked down the beach wearing simple clothes. She even had a custom made Hufflepuff quidditch sweatshirt on. She carried only a backpack with general supplies, imagining she could just bunk with Mar and Ollie. If not, she’d kick Ludo out of his bed and steal his spot, right?

More important than her backpack, Callie had a bundle of old school broom slung over her right shoulder. Under her left arm, she carried a single, massive red quaffle. Written on the quaffle in bold, capital letters was the name Holden Avery. Callie may or may not have harbored an extreme hatred for the Slytherin boy. When she was home practicing quidditch, she liked to throw the quaffle into the bludgers aggressively for fun.

She could hear Mar’s voice carrying across the beach even over the sound of waves crashing ahead. Callie let out a snort of a laugh and called out to her friend, ”Did I hear something about orgies?!” That was when she spotted Frank Longbottom’s tent and her jaw dropped. She raced the rest of the way through the sand, her sneakers dragging slightly in the effort. She dropped the brooms beside the log where a few people were sitting and peered her head inside the massive thing. ”Helga’s Ovaries! This thing’s bloody massive!” Callie blurted out, sharing swears with Mar. The two of them had terrible linguistic habits!

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ooooooooo weeeeeeee ooooooooooo. daaa doooooo. nargles!

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[olivia beatrice mckinnon]

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^{thanks brooklyn}

[molly elaine penderghast]

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[mercedes carissa nott]

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"What was I thinking?" Mercy muttered to herself as she hiked along the beach, sticking close to the cliff face. She'd already spent the last fifteen minutes walking from the road, where the Knight Bus had left her without any choice but to walk the rest of the way to campsite. Her sandal-clad feet kicked at the sand as she slowed to look out at the water.

She wasn't in any real hurry to get to the party. The only reason she'd even agreed to go was to get out of the house and away from her siblings whom she was relatively sure did not know about the little trip. Still, the thought of sitting through one of Kyndrick Laurent's infamous parties - complete with Potter and Amherst and the McKinnons and lots of other people that Mercy did not usually socialize with - made the thought of a couple of days spent with her family almost bearable.

The knowledge that Terria was waiting for her forced her on, and she was thankful that she'd remembered to pack her muggle studies textbook. At least when everyone else was outside partying, she could retreat into the tent and do some reading. There was absolutely no way she was doing any sort of swimming. Mercy had all but sworn off the pasttime after her little run-in with Emma Logan a few months prior.

Terria was easy to spot once Mercy made it to the camp. She looked around at the fellow students and was relieved that there were no Slytherins yet. The least her siblings new about her social habits the best. She dropped her bag by the entrance to Terria's tent and plopped down on the log beside the older girl.

"I never thought I'd live to see the day when the same amount of Ravenclaws and Gryffindors show up to a party," she said with a smile.

notes ... tag miss terria newton & whomever else words 317

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[kyndrick carmilla laurent]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) infinity ( TAGGED ) people ( STATUS ) COMPLETE The party was really starting now! People were milling about. Frank had brought a massive orgy tent! Remus and Lily looked like they were due for a decent bout of rebellion. Ollie Mckinnon looked like she was well stocked for this event. And Mar and Callie already looked thick as thieves and mischievous. The only awkward thing were all the other people from her house that seemed to be arriving. Kyn had never in her life pegged either Mercy Nott or Molly Penderghast as party girls. Dax, Kyn understood, but these others were new to the scene. Seeking out fun like an animal stalking prey, Kyn moved toward Ollie. ”What you bring love?” Kyn asked her with a wink. She had this way of entering other people’s personal space without thinking. As each person had arrived, she’d offered touchy-feely hugs all around. Her hug for Remus lasted an extra moment, just to let things set in a bit. ”Tell me you’ve schemed up something brilliant?” Kyndrick asked Olivia, eye-lashes batting. ”Make the night a truly memorable affair?” She had no right to be baiting the older Mckinnon girl. She’d done nothing but piss off Olivia Mckinnon in the past. She’d spread rumors that the girl was lesbian just because she once saw her checking out someone’s ass in the girl’s changing rooms after quidditch. Kyn and Mar got along because they both loved to have fun more than anything else. But Ollie seemed a little more… Deep. Olivia had depth that Kyn didn’t dare touch. It was too much to handle. 'ello my lovelies!

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[demitrius daxton amherst]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 250px; background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/x0r3w0.jpg); border-left: 3px solid #705a55; border-right: 3px solid #705a55;] party hard, Of course, Dax had seen Molly coming toward him long before she actually reached his tent. He feigned surprise at her sudden appearance though. Her awkward words met Dax’s ears, bringing a strange sense of comfort. It was her voice that had accompanied him so often. Long nights studying in the Ravenclaw common, afternoons wandering the lawns when the sun had decided to shine, and quietly murmured stories between them during mealtimes in the Great Hall. Molly’s was a voice that Dax would never forget simply because he’d become so accustomed to hearing it. He had to admit that he was sort of surprised to see her there. As much as he’d wished that she’d show, he had imagined that it was a bit of a fantasy rather than an actual thing that might happen. A light smile appeared on his face, the kind of look people wore when they couldn’t tell if they were dreaming or if it was real life and they didn’t really care to find out as long as it was happening. ”Hey you.” Dax murmured. He reached out to hug her but noticed that her body language seemed even more vulnerable and skittish than usual. What was going on? ”I, uh, didn’t think you’d show. I mean, I saw your cousin… I had hoped…” Dax was tongue tied. He stopped for a moment and grinned, gathering his thoughts. ”I’m really glad you’re here.” He resolved to say. ”You bunking with Terria and Mercy?” He asked. A moment later, he literally blushed, suddenly realizing just how forward that had sounded. Of course, he’d love to share a tent with Molly! But it wasn’t something people just out and said. Not unless they were Kyndrick Laurent! i love brooklyn from caution !!!

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[frank alexander longbottom]

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