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Dahlia lowered her book again as she heard the boy's remark on her quill. 'I try.' She said in response, rather wishing she hadn't let him lend the thing. He seemed like the conversational type, and she knew he'd eventually discover to be a snooty, proud, Slytherin. That's how everyone else saw...

Dahlia sat in the corner of the student lounge, sifting through the pages of a book on defense spells. Her messenger bag was propped up on her chair' s leg, and she gave a contented sigh as she turned to the next page. The Slytherin had recently made the lounge one of her usual stops throughout...

Eh, Slate.

Throughout her years at Hogwarts, Dahlia was beginning to discover a new appreciation for the outdoors. It provided her with a peaceful mind, and gave her a small escape from her insecurities. Today in particular the weather was exceptionally gentle, and the sun shone down cheerfully. Her...

Slate, but only due to age difference.

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Dahlia Beauregard as Wednesday Adams.

The library at Hogwarts was one of the very few places where Dahlia felt like she could simply relax and think. All the drama from being in Slytherin was taking its toll. Dahlia more than once thought she was slowing morphing into her father. But here, surrounded by walls of leather bound...

Dahlia couldn't understand. Wasn't it obvious he was at fault! She hadn't even assaulted him or provoked him in anyway. [color=darkgreen]"Professer Styx, I found this Gryffindor roaming not far from the Slytherin Common Room. It struck me as odd, and before I could even finish asking what he was...

[font=Times New Roman] Dahlia scowled at the Gryffindor's response. "Well that's a rather lowly accusation." She was almost surprised by his words. "Slytherin isn't an evil house, for your information. You shouldn't judge all of us for a ring of dark wizards who happened to be sorted there. As...

[font=Times New Roman] Dahlia, however, was anticipating more of those putrid things, and so she dodged out of harm's way and made an attempt at shoving him into where the stink pellets lay. "If that's the way you wish to play. Shall I fetch a prefect?" She asked, smirking. She crossed her arms...

Dahlia shrieked as something landed at her feet. She hadn't a clue as to what it was, but it began to clog her nose with a horrid smell. "And they say my house is shrewd!" She spat, giving the thing a swift kick away from her. She marched towards the boy, a bit wary."What was that thing you...

Dahlia frowned, she had just exited the Slytherin common room after her run in with the Head of House, when she heard foot scuffles and obnoxious whistling. She knew she should lay low, but curiosity won her over. She headed towrds the noise, and to her great surprise, found a Gryffindor. "What...