Bloodlines (open)

[nixnight]

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[atrb=style, background-color: #1A1A1A; border-radius: 35px;] [STYLE=height: 250px; width: 460px; margin-top: 6px; opacity: 0.7; border-radius: 30px; background-image: url(http://i49.tinypic.com/2rpxs8p.png);][/style][STYLE=font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; font-size: 45px; color: #E7E1CD; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -30px; letter-spacing: -3px; opacity: 0.99; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #000000;]DAUGHTER OF A SHADOW[/style][STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; margin-top: -10px; color: #CEC6AA; letter-spacing: 2px; text-transform: uppercase;]FLOWER OF THE NIGHT[/style] [STYLE=font-size: 11px; font-family: arial; margin-right: 13px; margin-left: 13px; text-align: justify; background-color: #696969; padding: 13px; color: #000000; margin-top: 6px; opacity: 0.95; margin-bottom: 1px; border-bottom-right-radius: 30px; border-bottom-left-radius: 30px;] Lily sat in the trophy room hidden in the back behind many old and dusty trophys and she looked down at the ones she had picked up and laid out around her, she was sitting cross-legged on the floor and had a mere 3 trophies around her. One at each knee and one in front of her. She looked at the two besides and oldest two and her eyes dropped, they were both qudditch awards but what had made her collect them was the names engraved on them. "Lila Varin" was cut into the one beside her right knee and "James Night" was cut into the one beside her left, she smiled as she looked the second over and chuckled softly at the idea of her brother soon having one. She then turned her head forwards to a much newer and shinier trophy baring the name "Nix Night", this one caused her to sigh and lowered her head into her hands and run her hands through her hair. "You always were good at everything mama" she said in a soft whisper as she lifted her head out from her hands and looked at the qudditich award before her, "pity i'm not a captian like you were" she said with a little smirk as she thought about the team [/style][STYLE=width: 400px; text-align: center; font-size: 9px; color: #565656; text-transform: uppercase; margin-top: 0px; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 3px; opacity: 0.9;]made by kiwii at btn & ote![/style]

[nixnight]

*open still *

[nixnight]

*again - open still*

[logan james davenport]

Logan hummed lightly to himself as he stepped into the trophy room, aside the library and his cozy quarters, this was one of his favourite places in the castle. He couldn't put his finger on why, he just liked it for whatever reason. Maybe it was because nobody spent much time in this room, unless of course Peeves was awfully bored and decided that he wanted to bounce around some place and make a great deal of noise. Not having a good past with the poltergeist, even with his new status as a member of the staff, Logan peered around carefully, and once the trophy room was determined bothersome ghost-free, he entered all the way.

A streak of white slipped in just before the door closed, one of his three cats had followed him, and began immediately winding between his legs and purring loudly. "F-follow me everywhere e-eh?" said Logan, bending over and scooping up the white short hair. The most affectionate of his felines, she cuddled into him, her purr only increasing in volume. Having not noticed the red-haired girl behind one of the cases, Logan resumed walking about, casually observing the trophies, trying to see how many he could remember from the last time he came in.

[nixnight]

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[atrb=style, background-color: #1A1A1A; border-radius: 35px;] [STYLE=height: 250px; width: 460px; margin-top: 6px; opacity: 0.7; border-radius: 30px; background-image: url(http://i49.tinypic.com/2rpxs8p.png);][/style][STYLE=font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; font-size: 45px; color: #E7E1CD; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -30px; letter-spacing: -3px; opacity: 0.99; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #000000;]DAUGHTER OF A SHADOW[/style][STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; margin-top: -10px; color: #CEC6AA; letter-spacing: 2px; text-transform: uppercase;]FLOWER OF THE NIGHT[/style] [STYLE=font-size: 11px; font-family: arial; margin-right: 13px; margin-left: 13px; text-align: justify; background-color: #696969; padding: 13px; color: #000000; margin-top: 6px; opacity: 0.95; margin-bottom: 1px; border-bottom-right-radius: 30px; border-bottom-left-radius: 30px;] Lily leaned forwards to her mothers award before dusting away at the name plate and then placing it back down before her, her robe sleeve was now coated in dust but she didn't mind. She in fact turned to her grand-mothers trophy and did the same before turning to her grand fathers and repeating herself a third time before she stood slowly and gather the three trophies up. "why is everyone good at something aside me..." she said in a sigh as she wrapped one arm tight around the awards before stepping forwards to the case she had opened to retrieve them from. A noise behind her paused this process and her head snapped towards the door and she blinked, someone had come in and she hadn't noticed. She shook her head in shame at her own day dreaming and lack of attention but it seemed who ever had come in was walking around and soon would be near her, though she would rather know who it was who came up behind her rather than just stand wand in hand and see what happened. [/style][STYLE=width: 400px; text-align: center; font-size: 9px; color: #565656; text-transform: uppercase; margin-top: 0px; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 3px; opacity: 0.9;]made by kiwii at btn & ote![/style]

[logan james davenport]

Logan hummed absently to himself, the warmth of his cat in his arms a pleasant sort of weight. Remarkably, the white feline named Cloudy managed to be as light as her namesake, in spite of the treats which he constantly spoiled her, and his other two cats, with. Really, Logan was turning into the type of person who felt his cats were his babies. Honestly, if he didn't think it a bit excessive, he might adopt more. Seven seemed like a good number to him. But Logan was already enough of a mockery to the students of Hogwarts, he didn't need the title of "crazy cat man" added to his quirks that they laughed about.

Truthfully, Logan had thought that coming back to Hogwarts as the librarian might have been better for him socially than his school years- but it seemed to be about the same. He was still small, still had his speech impediment, and was still too meek to stand up to anyone, even if he now had the authority to deal out punishments. Logan lightly shook his head at himself, and that was when he heard someone speak- perhaps he wasn't alone after all. Peering cautiously around one of the shelves, his gaze fell upon a young redhead. He smiled tentatively to her. "Erm, hello," said Logan, miraculously not stuttering.