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It had to happen...sooner or later
Regulas,
May I meet with you some time today in London? I know it's late notice, but after after diagon alley...It is not safe to discuss what I know to you through ow and.I really need to speak with you. If you can please, I would be thankful if we would.
Vincent Daray.
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Keeping a promise...
He knocked heavily on Noreen's door. The boy was dressed in death eater robes, a mask over his face which had broken so you could see have of it, his hands were covered in blood, and his eyes were dark. The blood wasn't his own.
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Owls // Letters // Private
I got my OWL results.
My uncle is pleased, if you can count him saying, "You got a P in Arthimancy? and "why the "eff" did you take that for" as him being pleased before telling me to "eff" off and leave the room.
He didn't care I was made prefect.
My dad was though a long time ago.
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The Evening of Reckoning: Goodbye and farewell to the Old Vincent Daray
Vincent Daray had taken the letter from Scarlette, his only source of comfort, and placed it in the dress robes his uncle had given him. He was wearing emerald green, fair hair draped over eyes which revealed determined but soft pebble eyes. Though he still had the scratches and bruises from before, he looked noble and proud in the robes and ( Read more... ) -
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Vincent had been beaten badly when he had got back to what he was told was his home, he could still feel like eye pulsing where it was black and blue, plasters on his face and blood on his lip, the boy wanted to let Scarlette know he was ok. Forcing the quill to stay steady and not shak as much as it should as he had failed to stop his uncle from ( Read more... ) -
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Vincent didn't know what to think when he woke up the next morning in Scarlette's basement bedroom, at first he was extremely refreshed and happy, eyes open, his hair messy, Scarlette asleep at his side, when he realized the time ( Read more... ) -
Train Post
Vincent was curled up in the corner of the train carriage, his eyes closed after lack of sleep, he was not looking forward to going home, legs out, in an empty carriage, his blonde hair draping over handsome worn features, legs crossed as he seemed snuggled in the blanket ( Read more... ) -
Scarlette?
His first exam of the week over and done with, Potions, Vincent strolled out out of the common room and into the corridors, hands in his pockets, He'd found that he had become rather used to muggle clothing, consisting of a suit jacket, and a dark green tie, in the mod fashion of the 60's.
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2 days till my OWLS. and not too mention the end of the school year, is one its way.
Is it just me, or has this year gone so quickly?
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She's with someone else...
As long as she's happy...I don't mind.
Vincent was sitting in the common room, minding his own business, dressed in casual black, legs crossed, head in a book, reading glasses on he tried to clear his thoughts, but it wasn't working as well as he helped. The characters were shallow, and did not help his self destructive ( Read more... )