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There were days when Van didn't feel like a Gryffindor, and today was one of them. Standing in the dark backstage, she closed her eyes, only wishing she could close her ears as well. Everybody was so talented. How was she supposed to follow someone like Aaliyah Chun, or Lennox Addison? The good...

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Current Points: 140Incendio?! Caleb was lucky Van jumped out of the way in time. If he'd set fire to her hair, then he'd have spent the next week in the hospital wing paying the price for it. Well, two could play that game. It was time to literally fight fire with fire. "Incendio!" Action(s)...

Current Points: 150Van hadn't won a duelling tournament yet, but that didn't mean she was giving up. If there was one thing she hated more than losing, it was wondering if she could have won if she'd tried. She bowed to Caleb and raised her wand. "Protego." She'd been prepared for that, but now...

Back home, nobody would have spoken to Van like that. Not unless they wanted a foot up their backside. But back home, the consequences for retaliation were a lot less dire. If anything, her mum would have given her more grief for not standing up for herself. Maybe this is what I'm getting...

"You little brat," said Van. Who did this kid think she was? No, it didn't matter - nobody embarrassed her and got away with it. "Get down here, right now. Come on. Get down here, look me in the eye, and say that again to my face."

Van couldn't shake the feeling she was going to be expelled. She couldn't say exactly why she felt this way, or what she thought she was going to be expelled for, but her intuition was strong enough to cause her concern. She'd even had dreams about it. After stewing on the feeling for an entire...

Maybe Van had been a bit harsh. Her teachers back in England had been forever calling her rude, insensitive, abrasive; but since Van generally wasn't trying to be any of those things, she'd dismissed them as stupid. "Well - no," she backpedalled, spinning the ball between her fingers. "That one...

"What was that?" Van said, bending down to scoop the ball out of a flowerbed. "That's proper embarrassing. Like you'd be getting on any sports team with a throw like that, my a***." She launched the ball back over the hedge. "Come on, try again."

Van immediately recognised the girl from the Valentine’s dance. It had been a memorable dance because it was the first Van had ever been to, and would likely be the last. Perhaps one day a boy would ask her out, but perhaps the moon would fall out of the sky and the ocean would turn pink. “Yeah...

Van had three essays and a research task to complete by the end of the week, so, naturally, she was out in the gardens, kicking a ball about. Actually, there was nothing natural about her procrastination; even as she dribbled the ball through a maze of ankle-high shrubs, she wrestled into...

Sure, Van could believe that. She herself had spent entire Valentine's evenings by the window in the abandoned classroom, watching students dressed up in pretty gowns mingling in the rose-studded courtyard below. There was nothing wrong with a bit of people-watching. What interested her more was...

Well, though Van. I'm here. Whether this was a success or a failure on her part was murky. She ran a quick internal assessment to find out whether she was, in fact, happy now, and was pleasantly surprised to discover that she was. As none of Van's peers cared enough to pressure her into...

Van Voclain - Fourth Year Thank you!! ^_^