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 Posted: Wed Dec 29, 2010 12:27 pm
The Martinez Manor Occupants:  -Miguel Angel Martinez  -Caitilina Amo Roze Martinez  -Sinclaire Fasin Martinez  -Christopher Lawrence Martinez  -Miguel Angel Martinez Jr.  -Annabelle Rose Martinez
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Posted: Wed Dec 29, 2010 1:40 pm
 a n n a b e l l e . r o s e . m a r t i n e z
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire. To say there was ever a quiet moment in the Martinez manor would be almost completely a lie. If there was anything to be said about a large, partially Cuban family is that they were exceptionally loud about everything they did. Annabelle was the last in the household to attend Hogwarts, so she was the only one up in her room preparing for her last year at school. Junior had graduated the year before her, and the twins had graduated the year before him. Alas, it was baby Annabelle's turn to graduate and carry on with her life.
Annabelle glanced at the small pile of letters that sat on her bed. A few friends had written to her over the summer vacation, however, Anna and her family had been in America visiting her grandparents, uncles, aunts, and cousins. Both of her parents had attended the wizarding school in America, but decided that Hogwarts was a much better choice for their children when it came to their magical education. So, when the twins were nine, the Martinez family uprooted and moved to London.
"Aw, how touching, baby Anna is packing for her very last year. I think I might cry.." Sinclaire so dramatically poked his head into her room, false tears forming at the corners of his eyes. "Bugger off Sin," Annabelle huffed, rolling her eyes as she folded the last of her Gryffindor sweater vests. At last, she was finished packing her clothes. Her closet was nearly bare. Even if she was a huge tomboy, she was still a girl, wardrobe was always important. Sinclaire stuck his tongue out at his younger sister and trailed off into his own bedroom.
With a deep sigh, Annebelle fell back onto her bed. She hoped this year would be different, more exciting.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
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Posted: Wed Dec 29, 2010 3:16 pm
((lol my best freind's crush is a Miguel Angel razz ))
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Posted: Wed Dec 29, 2010 5:01 pm
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