Morgana Gorlois

[morgana]

Who will believe my verse in time to come

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To me, fair friend, you never can be old,
For as you were when first your eye I ey'd,
Such seems your beauty still

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Be, as thy presence is, gracious and kind,
Or to thyself at least kind-hearted prove

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My glass shall not persuade me I am old,
So long as youth and thou are of one date;

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• Leonic Malfoy 23 years old
  
• Damien Burke 17 years old
  
• Lycoris Black 15 years old
  
• Morgana Gaunt 12 years old

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• Brutus Malfoy
  
• Caractacus Burke
  
• Orion Malfoy
  
• Mavado Gaunt - Current
  

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Look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest
Now is the time that face should form another;

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Rp sample:

Seven years. Six unbearable years had past. The seventh was now beginning and was proving to be the worst of them all. At least under Dumbledore, Katrina would be free to do as she pleased as long as she kept herself in check. With her father's past with the Death Eaters, Katrina wondered if they would trust her as a fellow pure-blood and Slytherin. Or if they would try to restrict her even more than the former administration had. Soon her thought dissolved into her plans for the future that would likely never come; How long would The Dark Lord suffer another pure-blood leader? Of course, Katrina was certain she coul-

The carriage that seemingly moved on its own, Katrina wondered herself what spell was employed to make it do so, stopped suddenly. Katrina had been so deep in her own thought she hadn't been ready for the halt. She slid in her seat. Throwing an elbow behind her to catch herself, Katrina pulled herself back up. She look about feverishly, trying to spot anyone who might mock her mishap. When she was satisfied no one had noticed, she leaped to the ground bending her knees for the landing.

Katrina went back to her own musing as she followed the flood of students up and into the castle's front doors. She came back to the real world when she smelt the familiarity of the Great Hall. Katrina first looked up to the ceiling of the room, admiring the sight. She'd always been fascinated by stars/the night sky. She bit her lip and moved suddenly toward the Slytherin House table. Only taking her gaze away from the stars gradually. She sat at the far end of the table closer to the Staff table.

Katrina next examined the staff table. First eyeing Severus Snape in his large chair. She snorted lightly at the sight. She hadn't time to look to any other staff members when Yaxley walked between her and Snape. She knew of the man; one of Voldemort's annoying shills. Katrina sighed as he turned to the students and addressed them. Katrina hated smug men more than Mudbloods. She ground her teeth as throughout Yaxley's speech.

Katrina snapped to when she caught herself rooting for the likes of Harry Potter. She sank in her seat. Yaxley snapped. Katrina rose again, feeling an overwhelming desire to strike Yaxley. She'd half-risen from her seat when she noticed the movement of Yaxley's wand hand. At first she feared Yaxley had detected her intention. But instead another student feel to the floor in pain. Katrina stared at the boy as she returned to her seat. She was partly relieved yet still tense. She groaned with annoyance as another student rose to the aid of the boy. How stupid were these kids? Rising in defiance without drawing your weapon? Idiocy. Katrina fought with the craving to show them how resistance was done.

By the time Katrina had calmed herself, Yaxley had bailed. Snape now stood in his place, droning in his usual, pathetic manner. When the Hufflepuff boy stood up and snapped at the new Headmaster, Katrina couldn't help but feel the shame he'd been trying to force on Snape. There Yaxley stood, smugly claiming superiority over Katrina while being nothing more than a small-time subordinate to Voldemort, and Katrina had let him get away with it. She picked up her eating utensils and began to eat, determined to ignore the rest of this sad evening.

If my slight muse do please these curious days,
The pain be mine, but thine shall be the praise

The form was made by Malena. The lines are taken from Shakespeare's sonnets. Feel free to edit the application if you want to, but please don't remove the credits

[Rowena Ravenclaw]

She's awesome! Accepted, of course!