Lysander Lovegood
Ravenclaw 
don't hate me because of my superior intellect and sarcastic attitude.
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Post by Lysander Lovegood on Dec 11, 2008 20:17:56 GMT -5
Lysander stretched out in his chair, the hot sum cooking his scalp. He ducked back under the umbrella attached to his table outside Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor and took a few more bites of his sundae. A few packages wrapped in brown paper lay on the ground beside him. One contained quills, ink, and parchment, and the second and third held his new school books. Lysander was wearing a white and blur striped collared shirt. One side of the collar was popped up, and the rest of the shirt was slightly wrinkled. His jeans were dark blue and distressed and were quite baggy. A few passers by shot him looks suggesting that they weren't altogether pleased with his look.
Polishing off his sundae, Lysander stood up and tucked his wand behind his ear. He rolled up a copy of his grandfather's magazine The Quibbler, and jammed it into his back pocket. Gathering his packages, he compared to leave.
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Jakob Stevenson
Hufflepuff
6th Year
"Oh, you can't help that," said the Cat "we're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad."
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Post by Jakob Stevenson on Jan 1, 2009 22:46:28 GMT -5
A blonde boy nearly six feet in height stumbled along through the busy shopping center that was Diagon Alley. Jakob Stevenson, the blonde in question, had no idea how the place got its name, or what a Diagon was. All he knew was that his grandfather needed a potion ingrediant, and this shopping center was walking distance from Jakob's flat.
The warm earthy brown eyes skimmed along the ailses, looking into shop windows, smiling back at familiar faces, and on occasion, checking out a girl. It was a silly endevour though, not many girls at Hogwarts fancied the deranged lad.
He scratched his nose lightly, staring at his reflextion in the window of an icecream shop. The vest and pants never seemed to differ in his outfit. But soon the cold would come, and his brown hair would go blonde, the eyes so matching would shift to shades of blue. He chuckled, relizing that he almost changed his race with the seasons.
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Lysander Lovegood
Ravenclaw
don't hate me because of my superior intellect and sarcastic attitude.
Posts: 36
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Post by Lysander Lovegood on Feb 1, 2009 21:33:55 GMT -5
As Lysander stood up and turned around, he spotter few familiar faces, but one of them was Jakob Stevenson. Lysander hadn't had much contact with this guy before, but he reckoned it would be polite to say a quick hello.
"hey, Jakob." Lysander said as he walked up to the blond boy. He couldn't think of a lot to say, so he adjusted the strap on his bag and looked down at his dusty blue Converse sneakers.
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Jakob Stevenson
Hufflepuff
6th Year
"Oh, you can't help that," said the Cat "we're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad."
Posts: 189
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Post by Jakob Stevenson on Feb 2, 2009 20:09:32 GMT -5
Jakob turned his body like a clockwork toy to the boy before him. A quick up and down look and he recognized the Ravenclaw. They spoke once or twice, a quick hello in charms, answer to number four, not much else had ever grown between the two of them. The mad boy gave him a toothy grin, his teeth looked oddly sharp.
"How've you been lysandre.. lasen... Lovegood" Jakob mumbled out, not actualy expecting to say anything other than a thankyou to a shop keeper today. It wasnt rare for him to see a fellow hogwarts student, they were everywhere you went if you lived in London. The thing was that he never really got along with quite a few of them. A boy obsessed with plants, cats, and dragons had that sort of problem.
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