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PM'ED!

let's dance under summer sun.

                               
ANGELA: how could i say no to that??? i love you already.

CAYDEN: please, please never say something like that ever again. it's for your sake, not mine.

CLARA: or, miss darcy, we could go hex other people, which, personally, i think would be MUCH more fun

ERIC:


LYE: see you in five, sucka!!!

VICTOR: and just exactly HOW did you reach those conclusions?

Siobhán: eyes and hearts, just you wait. <3

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SOL

7th. Birds. Half.

miiiiight've dropped my camera. i'm not saying i have no idea how to fix it but i have no idea how to fix it. take a look at it, will ya?

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Name: SOL!
Year: 7TH
House: BIRDIES!
Relationship: ?
Plot Ideas: The very last bathroom stall in Team Odin's girls' cabin is haunted. You didn't hear it from me.

(Pass it around enough and we both get VIP access to our own private bathroom. I know, I know. I'm a genius.)

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BIRDS - 7TH - HALF
SOL
ur so cute <333 ditch lame counsellor stuff and hang out with me <333 ;]

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Character Plot Creation & Management / Re: Poison and Lace
« on: 08/14/2020 at 21:20 »
sol santoro

birds | 7th | half

oh, Beauxbatons. did you absolutely hate the uniforms too?

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SOL
almost 18 | comedian | nosy

were you the one that told everybody Evan Baker has a sixth toe? hilarious. got any more good ones???

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SOL
Birds|Almost 18|Half
...did you steal my hairbrush? i swear that's my hairbrush.

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Character Plot Creation & Management / Re: chandra // dd
« on: 08/03/2020 at 02:57 »
Sol
carefree . crafty . cool, supa cool

forget the moon. the Sun is much more fun.

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sol

almost 18. birds. half.

what say you to something a lil more exciting than cards this time around?

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SOL.
HALFBLOOD. 1942. THE BIRDS.

quit staring at me— and don't take a picture either, I charge for that.

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SOL
flighty . flirty . freakin hilarious

no way. you're a count. like, count dracula?

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     S E V E N T H   .   b i r d h o u s e  .   i t a l i a n   .   h al f b l o o d











Sol Santoro is, was, and will always be a girl itchin' for trouble.

Unfortunately, trouble, good trouble, has been in disappointingly low supply. To be frank, prior to July 1st, if you were to ask Sol Santoro as to how she's been doing, she would've given you a sort of miserable look, rolled her eyes in a rather dramatic manner, and proclaim passionately that she was "not at all bitchin'" and as a matter of fact, "practically about to die of boredom."

You see, the past year has been full of disappointments for our poor Sol Santoro.

After a fifth year full of the troublesome sort of trouble, the type that wasn't fun at all and actually quite worrying, not to mention the additional burden of O.W.L.s (a horrid, horrid time in Sol's opinion), sixth year was supposed to be for kicking back and forgetting about the imminent future, the impending final year at Hogwarts, and all the messiness it would bring with it.

Sixth year sucked.

The Aurors sucked even more. And Sol wasn't even at the school for the whole year, though that didn't make it suck any less.

No, as if she needed any more babysitting, halfway through term her papà had thought it a splendid idea to pull her out of school for some internship, all the while going on and on about how it would be good for her to "travel outside of her comfort zone," and "learn to be less reckless" and "practice responsibility," and besides, "it was best to take a break from that 'crazy school Hogwarts' after the absurd series of events that had taken place last year."

Papà was right, but, as with everything else, it still sucked. It sucked that she was halfway across the world while all her friends were having the time of their lives back at Hogwarts.

But Sol is back now. And its July, and the summer sun won't set for awhile. Plenty of time to get into some trouble.

Sol Santoro really, really can't wait for camp. Best stay out of her way, unless you're coming along for the ride.
looking for... new faces, friends, enemies, rivals, people to prank said enemies and rivals with, people to argue with, people to snog, the wildest adventures, curfew-breakers, more people to argue and maybe snog after the argument with, people to annoy, lackeys, gossip, anything and everyone remotely interesting or entertaining

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PLOTS HERE! So, what did Sol do to you? Steal your heart? Your secret stash of caramels? Your favorite seat in the dining hall? The punchline to your joke? Orrrrrrr perhaps, more scandalously so, your snogging partner? That's rough, buddy.

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1959 / Re: the river north | solange
« on: 04/27/2020 at 07:51 »
"You doin' something stupid?"

He was completely unfamiliar to her, and all the more interesting for it. She flashed teeth and threw up two hands to convey innocence. "Just a lowly camper. Sol Santoro, nice t' meetcha."

She leaned further over the bridge; dark eyes watched expectantly.

"And you? Name, year, last crime you've committed?"

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1959 / Re: Open Threads '59!
« on: 04/17/2020 at 07:33 »

Uh oh. Did you just wake the mummy? Better go check it out...or, you know, run away and not risk your life.

But where's the fun in that?

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1959 / curse of the mummy | open!
« on: 04/17/2020 at 07:29 »
A R E   Y O U   M Y   M U M M Y?

after this.
...what's that sound?

- - -

If it hadn't been her, and instead, some poor firstie stuck in a sarcophagus, Sol might've laughed. She might've found the situation quite humorous indeed, for from an outsider's perspective it probably seemed as if a very angry mummy of some powerful Ancient Pharaoh had been woken from his very long nap.

The curses that followed, however, were most definitely not spoken in Ancient Egyptian. Or language befitting that of a Pharaoh. Or really, any proper young lady.

A woman of her word, Sol Santoro did, in fact, scream from the depths of the pyramid's tombs for nearly three minutes straight (she'd counted in her head). She'd realized it was the stupidest mistake she'd ever made when her throat began to hurt, her voice became raspy, and the fact that she would've promised to give her left limb and live like a saint for the rest of her life for a glass of water at that point.

"Shit." And then there was silence.

Thunk. Forehead meeting the lid of the sarcophagus, Sol tried to think. And think. And then she gave the stupid, stupid mummy coffin a big ol' kick. She was pretty sure she'd almost broken her foot so she stopped that too.

A few minutes later, a screech bounced and rocketed and carried out of the suffocatingly quiet chambers. The cause being that part of the mummy (a nose? a hand? it was too dark to see and Sol didn't want to speculate) had dropped onto her shoulder. Taking panting breaths, Sol slumped forwards and into a dragged out groan.

"Merda. Oddddiiiiooooooooooooooooooo. I haaaaaaaaaaaate this." 

Thump. Thump. Thump. Her fists pushed uselessly at the carved stone.

- - -

sometime later. (and trust me, it wasn't anytime soon.)

Sol froze at the sound of footsteps.

Her eyes squinted through the dark, before she gave a mental slap on the head and reminded herself that she was in a sarcophagus. Was it Calliope Ambernasty? Back to torture her with her annoying voice and self-absorbed talk? Or was it a savior? Anyone, please!

She opened her mouth to call out, but only a pitiful croak escaped. Perfect. Gone and lost her voice now, too. Could this day get any better?

"...H-h....e...llo! He....lp!"

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1959 / Re: texas hold 'em | sol
« on: 04/17/2020 at 05:48 »
The Infirmary was dead last on Sol's list of Fun Places to Go and Be. Snotty-nosed firsties? Ill and injured campers? Not a fun time in the slightest.

But it was hot. And especially so, to the point that the only thing she'd managed to do so far was pull on her swim suit and go for a dip at the falls. For all her trouble, she'd ended up with a sunburn on her shoulders.

Usually, Sol Santoro was not one to be bothered about such things- there were many hot, hot days ahead, anyhow. But today was a day where there was not much else to do besides occupy oneself with the littlest of things, so eventually she found herself aimlessly entering the Infirmary with the goal of finding a soothing balm, and hopefully getting distracted by something more exciting.

A game of cards was not what she'd been expecting, but the unfamiliar face peaked her interest enough.

"I've played a couple of times," Sol answered noncommittally, sliding into the seat across from the boy.

"I hear it's more fun when there's something on the line, though."

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1959 / Re: walk the talk | solvar snaps!
« on: 04/17/2020 at 05:31 »
"Stuffed me inside a sarcophagus. Not very fun. Trust me." There was a pounding in her head, a headache now, and one that grew worse the longer this whole situation dragged on.

"I don't know!

For the first time in quite awhile, Sol Santoro, from the Ravenclaw house, was out of ideas.

"You said you two weren't a thing! As much fun as this-" she gestured to him and herself, "-is, I really don't wanna get hexed or mummified every time we snog or hang out. Sorry."

Sol wasn't that sorry, if it meant all this business would be over and done with.

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1959 / Re: black licorice | min
« on: 04/17/2020 at 05:20 »
"Min, I am ninety-nine point nine percent sure there is most definitely a section on the great works of romantic-" a snort as she tried to keep a straight face, "-gnome literature. I'll even check it out for you, dear friend." If there was such a book- Sol didn't give a damn, she'd steal it from the library. That would be gold.

Her hand flew to her mouth in mock surprise, "Why, Min Hargrave! Don't you know, more than half the Hogwarts boys are in love with you, and all the gals wanna be you." She nudged Min teasingly, "Including me!"

Two chocolate pretzels later, Sol gave an honest smile. "But really, you're the sweetest. I'm glad I have friends like you n' Mimi, n' Kaya...you make dealin' with people like Calliope better." The last bit came with a bit of a huff and a roll of the eyes.

"Min, you said you might not be here next term. Did you miss anyone from China? Anyone at your old school?" It felt like everyone she knew (besides her family, of course) and everything she'd come to love was at Hogwarts. A second home, in its own, strange ways. Sol wondered how'd it feel to leave, when the time came.

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1959 / Re: the river north | solange
« on: 04/17/2020 at 05:03 »
The shape of the camera felt good in her hands: leather strap snug around her neck, the familiar snap, tick, click of the shutter. The heat melted away in whispers, bringing about the evening in chill tranquility.

He was tall, willowy, like a tree. Shadowed. Serenely lonely. Until he started chucking the stones.

Snap, tick, click. Sol lowered the viewfinder.

"Senti! What did those poor rocks ever do to you?" She waved from the bridge, just above the boy.

- - -
*Hey! You! Listen.

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1959 / Re: venus flytrap | sun&moon
« on: 04/17/2020 at 04:40 »
"Sarcophagus. Made out with a mummy. Hil-arious." Sol attempted a glare at Kaya, but it failed spectacularly as her mouth twitched up into a smile, her friend's hysterical laughter simply too contagious.

"Oh, you want details? Well, first I started with the fella's bandages..." Soon enough, she was gasping breaths between bouts of laughter too, each conjured image of a mummy makin' moves bringing her and Kaya to the brink of uncontrollable giggles.

"Okay! Okay, okay, okay, enough about Mr. Mummy! He was more of a fun time than Calliope or Avaric- combined!"

Plucking three large flower stems, Sol began to weave them together as she organized the many complaints bouncing around in her mind. "Honestly, I could care less about snoggin' Avaric, it's just...it's like she's Miss Pureblood Princess and the thought of her boy toy- whatever they are- wantin' to have fun with me is unbelievable. As if she's better than me! That's what pisses me off!"

The attempted flower crown fell to pieces as she started to rip off the petals instead. "It's not like me n' Avaric are anything serious, ya know? Just fun stuff. So at the party when Calliope is actin' all whiny, he comes over and sits next to me. She gets more huffy. A few days after that, he runs into me after curfew. Snoggin' happens- he's an okay kisser- and then I ask if he and Calliope are a thing, and he's like, noooo, can we not talk about her, so I say ok! Capisce! We hang out a little. Calliope runs into me at Taj Mahal, and she's prissy. All bossy and stuff. Like it's my fault that Avaric's ignoring her- huh, what a surprise."

Her rant screeched to a halt as she took a breath.

"So I locked her inna room. But it was well-deserved!"

Sol Santoro hated complicated things that had no need of being complicated. And more importantly, her summer fun (her fun!) was all messed up.

"The point is! My fun's all off 'cuz two nitwits dunno how to deal with their problems. Their problems, not mine! And as much fun as snoggin' is, I really don't wanna be locked up with a mummy again, or somethin' worse."

She gave Kaya a despairing look. "I just hate lettin' her 'win.'"

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