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Gosh your banners never fail to amaze me Anna, love the red and white theme and I aalways love like those little window photos Also like the use of white behind the name, like the fact the letters have a white border but then you've also added white just in certain places to make the name stand...

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Synnove took the book and laid it on the ground by her knees. "Well, you picked a hard one," she said. "I'm not surprised you can't do it! I'll try. I've never done hair before. Tell me if I hurt you." Gathering a lock of the girl's hair, she split it in two and twisted it as the instructions...

Synnove wished she could say that she still thought about Uncle Greg every day, but truth be told, he was slipping out of her mind like a bygone summer. There were some details she would never forget - the deep timbre of his voice, his sleepy grin, the smell of his fur in lion form - but others...

One thousand, two hundred and twenty-eight house points. How did a single person rack up so many without exploding under all the stress? They had to be taking every subject on the curriculum! Synnove would never be the top earner - she'd have bet her family's mansion on that. Perhaps she could...

"Hey, everyone starts somewhere!" Synnove said, but she knew she would never be a good violinist, or even a half-decent one. Any time she felt like practising an instrument, she defaulted to the piano, and she didn't much see the point in learning a new skill if you weren't enjoying it. She...

"Don't worry - I believe you," Synnove laughed. His surprise at her wanting him to play was endearing - and a little sad, because clearly he had no idea how good he was. Hadn't anybody told him before? His parents? A friend? "What? Yeah you are! Look, give it to me..." Taking the violin, she...

"Oh, good. Wait - you found it like that? Isn't it yours?" Synnove asked, though she wouldn't have pressed Charlie if he didn't want to explain. He could have stolen the thing and it would have been justified in Synnove's mind by his talent for playing it. "What? No way, you didn't bother me...

Synnove looked around for the person who had been playing the music. Surely it wasn't Charlie! She had imagined somebody much older - someone much more... something. The adjective escaped her. In any case, she had not been expecting this. Merlin, she'd knocked Charlie over at the Valentine's...

Every day Synnove discovered a new room or tower she hadn't ventured into before. She was starting to believe the castle didn't have an end at all - that it expanded at the same rate she explored it, so that the next corner was always the last until curiosity overwhelmed her and the cycle began...

Synnove's acting wouldn't win her any awards, but she had at least hoped it might fool Riley. She stifled her laughed in her hand. "No, it really is good. I love it," she said, and she meant it. Nobody had ever wanted to paint her picture before, and that alone made it a special gift. Before...

@Erik Drage I loooove this sentence :wub: (and also the entire RP, I'm not crying you're crying :cry: )

Synnove heard the word muffins, and then Charlie hit the floor. She spun around, as much surprised as he was that she had banged into him. "Merlin! I'm so sorry. Did I hurt ye?" she burst out in a rush. For a split second she was distracted by the rare cognizance of how much she sounded like her...

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Synnove's slow, uncoordinated stumbling did not merit the level of confidence she displayed on the dance floor. One birthday several years ago her dad had said that she danced as if she'd dislocated both hips, which, being young at the time and inclined to receive kindly anything said with a...

"Noooo," Synnove whined, but she was laughing. Riley wouldn't do a thing like that. She hoped she wouldn't do a thing like that. Truth be told, though she called her a friend, Synnove didn't know Riley very well at all. Her few visits to the White mansion had always been accompanied by large...

It had long gone noon, and most of the children had cleared off to enjoy the sunshine or catch up on a little Sunday afternoon studying in the student lounge. Synnove was one of the only Hufflepuffs still seated at the house table. She did not appear to have noticed she was alone. Her head was...

Synnove bit her lip hard to contain her giggles. She was the worst model in the whole world! Perhaps it wasn't quite as easy as she'd thought. Professional models probably had to sit still for hours on end; Synnove was struggling to relax her face for ten seconds. Following Riley's direction...

Synnove would have done just about anything if it meant hanging out with Riley. Modelling was easy. "OK!" she said, dragging the piano stool closer to the painting supplies. "I might not be able to sit still for very long, but I'll try. How do I look?" She sat back down and struck a silly pose...

Personally Synnove thought you were more likely to be seriously hurt by a cat than a bird, but everybody had their fears. "I'm scared of centipedes," she offered, so that Takano might feel better, but it sounded so ridiculous spoken aloud that she had to cover her mouth to contain a snort. She...