Leif
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Suspendisse potenti. Fusce mollis sapien a mauris hendrerit, a condimentum sapien sollicitudin. Morb
Posts: 407 
Year or Alumnus: Fifth
Character Age: Fifteen
Blood Status: Half-blood
Relationship Status: Complicated
Dating: Julien Sol
Player Name: Nick
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Background Group: Hufflepuff
Biography: http://firewhiskeyandcoke.proboards.com/thread/1483/weasley-hugo-wendell
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Birth Year: 1989
Birth Day: 21
Birth Month: 05
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Post by Leif on Aug 3, 2014 3:23:30 GMT -8
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Leif
Custom Title Here
Suspendisse potenti. Fusce mollis sapien a mauris hendrerit, a condimentum sapien sollicitudin. Morb
Posts: 407
Year or Alumnus: Fifth
Character Age: Fifteen
Blood Status: Half-blood
Relationship Status: Complicated
Dating: Julien Sol
Player Name: Nick
MP3 Link: http://8tracks.s3.amazonaws.com/tf/000/155/315/07_transatlanticism_mp3_fd9062dd7adbb9d4ddbc.mp3
Background Image: http://i.imgur.com/zWYJRIm.png
Background Group: Hufflepuff
Biography: http://firewhiskeyandcoke.proboards.com/thread/1483/weasley-hugo-wendell
Plotter: http://rpg.proboards.com/
Birth Year: 1989
Birth Day: 21
Birth Month: 05
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Post by Leif on Aug 3, 2014 3:31:37 GMT -8
hugo fidelius.forums.net/thread/2691/desperation-villain-open He was let in. It wasn’t the easiest way to get in. It was frightening for the man. He couldn’t be this frightened. He was trying to win a political office in the upcoming months. What was going on? Everything was failing. Nothing was going to a plan. Not one thing. He moved quickly inside the room when he saw his mother. Hugo found himself slamming his back against the wall. He didn’t want to freak out. He took a few deep breaths trying to figure out what was going on. He looked at the Minister for Magic and at his parents. Even his sister was there. [span style="color:#a2daca;"]“What is going on?”[/span] The boy spoke with a lost breath.
He inhaled sharply, trying to get back his breathing pattern. He hated a conscious breath. He was breathing and he was thinking about it. He disliked it. Hugo dug his hand into his pocket. [span style="color:#a2daca;"]“I’m useless.”[/span] He spoke firmly. He took his wand out. He held it up, staring at the unique design. The wood made it unique. Hornbeam. It adapted to Hugo’s code of arms. It wouldn’t do things Hugo wouldn’t do. He spent his entire teen years being afraid and not standing up. He found defensive magic a challenge to do. Most he could do was some healing charms. Defence or attack? One would be kidding.
[span style="color:#a2daca;"]“Someone. Talk to me. What is going on? How can we get out or secure this place?”[/span]
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