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ii Kawaii Alice Vice Captain
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 Posted: Mon Jun 27, 2011 4:02 pm
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Read!!Until you die!!
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Posted: Tue Jun 28, 2011 6:35 pm
✧Annabelle Gwindle✧ The woman stared at the classroom in horror and frustration. She did not want to be a reading teacher! She had wanted to be an English teacher! English! "Why is the world so cruel? I know nothing of reading books. Oh, this is absolutely horrid." She unlocked the door sadly, opening it to look at the barren walls. She did not want to be a reading teacher at all. Rufus darted past her and into the room, bouncing onto the chair and then the desk, making himself cozy in the center, emerald eyes on her, doubting her comment on being unable to read. She had read millions of books of all kinds from fairy tales to engineering. Really? She wanted to play the helpless card?
Annabelle only frowned. "Perhaps you are correct, Rufus. But i'm still unsure what I should make them read. Fiction or Non-Fiction? Hm, it is a reading class after all, we could read both. Then we just break it down from there." Violet eyes looked at the cat questioningly, and he only turned around, satisfied with her answer. The witch was also satisfied, but not with the room. perhaps she could teach English as well? the woman giggled at the though and began looking at the rows of desks and white walls.
She began to mumble spells under her breath, changing the room, the size, the color. In the end she settled with a white ceiling, the edges adorned with an ivory crowning, accenting the chandeliers which hun from the now tall ceiling. Oh how magic had it's ways. The walls had become a deep burgundy color, a fireplace was placed on the wall opposite of the door. And instead of desks she lavished it with couches and chairs instead along with tables. She changed the front area to a snack area. There were side tables, but for those sitting in the middle of some couches there was the coffee table. "That's nice and welcoming, isn't it? Oh I love the brown and gold rug. it's like my one back home in Ireland!" Rufus looked up from his area and hopped down, sniffing at the chairs before finding the one Annabelle would most likely sit on and placed himself on it. There, now he was cozy.
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Posted: Tue Jul 05, 2011 12:35 pm
@~>Skyla Lilliana<~@ Listen to the Summer's Music.... Syla sat ontop of a bookshelf readin the Tempest by shakespeare. She loved his book and she sat on top of that book shelf quietly and read.
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Posted: Tue Jul 05, 2011 6:13 pm
 Avery walked into the classroom and saw Skyla sitting on top of the book shelf. " Man thats one tall chair" He said to her as he walked to the book case and looked at the books. " What are you reading?" He asked as he continued to look at the books and wondered to himself. " I wonder if they have any horror books?"
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Posted: Wed Jul 06, 2011 6:03 am
@~>Skyla Lilliana<~@ Listen to the Summer's Music.... Skyla looked down and giggled. "I'm reading a classic play by shakespeare the tempest. Rumors say that he was a Seelie Faerie himself that's why he could write so well."
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Posted: Wed Jul 06, 2011 6:12 am
" Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange. " Avery quoted from act i. Scene two from the book as he continued to look at the books. " Thats an interesting rumor, do you believe he could of been a Seelie Faerie?" He asked her.
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Posted: Wed Jul 06, 2011 6:25 am
@~>Skyla Lilliana<~@ Listen to the Summer's Music.... Skyla giggled when he quoted it, "I see you know your Shakespeare. Actually I do in a way. They say he was always carrying around a bottle of wine and never seen around with a lover. Knowing humans back in those days lovers were common. I tell you who was a Summer Fae was Degas and Monet the artists." She closed the book and placed it back on the shelf underneath her. She flew down and landed on her feet.
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Posted: Wed Jul 06, 2011 6:41 am
" Wow I didn't know there were a lot of famous Faeries " Avery said as he picked up a book what had a lot of Edgar Allan Poe's short stories in it he quickly flipped through it and than closed it.
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Posted: Wed Jul 06, 2011 6:54 am
@~>Skyla Lilliana<~@ Listen to the Summer's Music.... Skyla softly quoted a poem by Po that she loved. Not many have heard it but those who have were mainly Fae. "Dim vales–and shadowy floods-
And cloudy-looking woods,
Whose forms we can't discover
For the tears that drip all over!
Huge moons there wax and wane-
Again–again–again-
Every moment of the night-
Forever changing places-
And they put out the star-light
With the breath from their pale faces.
About twelve by the moon-dial,
One more filmy than the rest
(A kind which, upon trial,
They have found to be the best)
Comes down–still down–and down,
With its centre on the crown
Of a mountain's eminence,
While its wide circumference
In easy drapery falls
Over hamlets, over halls,
Wherever they may be-
O'er the strange woods–o'er the sea-
Over spirits on the wing-
Over every drowsy thing-
And buries them up quite
In a labyrinth of light-
And then, how deep!–O, deep!
Is the passion of their sleep.
In the morning they arise,
And their moony covering
Is soaring in the skies,
With the tempests as they toss,
Like–almost anything-
Or a yellow Albatross.
They use that moon no more
For the same end as before-
Videlicet, a tent-
Which I think extravagant:
Its atomies, however,
Into a shower dissever,
Of which those butterflies
Of Earth, who seek the skies,
And so come down again,
(Never-contented things!)
Have brought a specimen
Upon their quivering wings."She walked down the Isle and picked up twilight she put it back immeaditely. It was a stupid book and she despised it.
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Posted: Wed Jul 06, 2011 7:06 am
" Fairyland right?"Avery said as he had heard that poem before but unsure was if fairyland was its name or not. He than followed her down the isle and saw her pick up the twilight book but than quickly put it back. " What you don't like twilight?" He said with a chuckle
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Posted: Wed Jul 06, 2011 7:15 am
@~>Skyla Lilliana<~@ Listen to the Summer's Music.... 
When the Lore is bruised and broken,
Shattered like a blasted tree,
Then shall Herne be justly woken,
Born to set the Herla free.
On his brow a leaf of oaken,
Changeling child shall be his fate.
Understanding words strange spoken,
Chased by anger, fear, and hate.
He shall flee o'er hill and heather,
And shall go where no deer can,
Knowing secrets dark to Lera.
Till his need shall summon man.
Air, water, earth, and fire,
All shall ease his bitter pain,
Till the elements conspire
To restore the Island Chain.
First the High Land grass shall flower,
As he quests through wind and snow,
Then he breaks and ancient power,
And returns to face his woe.
When the lord of lies upbraids him,
Then his wrath shall cloak the sun,
And the Herla's foe shall aid him
To confront the evil one.
Sacrifice shall be his meaning,
He the darkest secret learn,
Truths of beast and man revealing,
Touching on the heart of Herne.
Fawn of moonlight ever after,
So shall all the Herla sing.
For his days shall herald laughter,
Born a healer and a king."She looked at him knowing he wouldn't get it.
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Posted: Wed Jul 06, 2011 7:28 am
" I've never read it so I don't know how its written, but I agree Vampires are not supposed to sparkle." Avery said before he listened to poem like fairyland he heard the poem somewhere before but he was unsure what the title was. " Hmmm i'm just going to take a stab in dark and say Fire Bringer"
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Posted: Wed Jul 06, 2011 8:01 am
@~>Skyla Lilliana<~@ Listen to the Summer's Music.... Skyla looked back at him and giggled, "That's the book it's from. The author is David Clement-Davies I think but the poem is called the Prophecy. You sure seem to know alot about poety Avery."
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Posted: Wed Jul 06, 2011 8:17 am
" Thats the name of it prophecy " Avery said as he felt stupid for mistaking name of the book for the name of poem. " Not really the only reason I know some poetry is because I read a lot when I was in Yale for a semester "
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Posted: Wed Jul 06, 2011 8:20 am
@~>Skyla Lilliana<~@ Listen to the Summer's Music.... Skyla nodded wondering why he was in Yale for only a semester. She looked at him. "It looks like Aly did a good job on you Avery."
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