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Once upon a time there were Hufflepuffs playing with Ravenclaws. One was flying on a hippogriff while the Ravenclaw was flying a thestral next to it, when they suddenly pulled up because they had noticed a strange girl eating waffles with a dinosaur who was allergic to sweets. 'ACHOO' the donkey...

0 / 10 Needs more sparkles. Ahm jess keedin XD

Two!

Model. (Woah, Brandon. Your mind goes to some crazy places!)

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Four.

Today I'm smiling because ... Pat found a bloke who brings her hot chocolate. :wub: I'm also smiling because I finally got to see where I'll be studying Visual Art and I love it already.

Ohai deh! This is Ylva Kvalheim. You may or may not have seen her before, but if you haven't, let me explain a little about her. Ylva is a fairly beautiful 40 + woman who is both a Death Eater and a man eater. For years her family has been ruled by an iron matriarchy that chews up and spits out...

Ylva sent Arnost an irritated look. What did he hope to gain from teasing her like this? Of course she was not having another child, especially not from a Zhefarovich. She had two children and in her opinion it was two children too many. She'd only gone for a second out of necessity, and there'd...

Ylva took in what Arnost said slowly, making sure to think before she said another word. Her fingers picked at a loose black thread on the cushion beneath her. Although she looked perfectly serene and at ease with her surroundings at all times, Ylva was constantly moving something, whether it...

Ylva waved her hand derisively at his statement. "Perhaps it would be an act of desperation, but it would be a calculated act, just the same as my 'union' with your brother. It was an extremely fortuitous circumstance that I could not ignore. However, in relation to your hypothetical eradication...

It struck Ylva that Arnost had said exactly what she would have herself, facing her own retort. She watched the smile drift onto his lips and buried the urge to return it. He wasn't smiling at her; who knew what he was smiling at, but she found it inexplicably infectious. What a curious person...

Ylva, too, glanced up at the portrait as she followed his eyeline, seeing a younger man that was unmistakeably the one in front of her. She raised her eyebrow at it but did not comment. The practice of painting portraits of different stages of life in the family was strange to her. The last...

Well, he certainly had good reflexes. Ylva was relieved to have had the foresight to step back before announcing her presence. But even though the pseudo-Asparuh was still hostile, the silent Death Eater made no move to remove her own wand, figuring that he would at least know better and find...

Having been sufficiently knocked up by Asparuh, Ylva had been generally ignored since nothing of interest had occurred over the last four months. When the Patriach and Matriarch met, she had believed that nine months in someone else's home was tolerable enough, but not when she discovered that...

Raising her eyebrows as Asparuh accepted, a smile of satisfaction slipped onto her face. The future of her family's blood would be secured by this union. She did not like the look in his eyes, though. It was as if she was an acquisition. The look had been shared by many a man who had wed her...

Luckily Ylva had not heard of the effect that Asparuh had on so many women; she might have thought twice about pursuing him herself out of principle. But she could not say that she was unattracted to him; there were simply more important things to think about. Persuading him, it seemed, would...

Then he was in a position to seek out the information that she needed. Putting her in a potential position to see him more often. If Ylva played her cards carefully, she could be able to get what she wanted or close to it. His words had rung true for her; she was growing older and had suffered...

Ylva, on the other hand, did see the funny side of the situation. She knew that Asparuh was being quite serious in what he was saying, and did not doubt that they would fall out if she stepped out of line, but Ylva had gotten a kick out of rousing him from impassive speech. However, her...

Ahh, this was more like it. A bit of back and forth, mutual- ... if not interest, then at least feigned interest. Ylva spoke very little to anyone at all and spent most of her time in her own company. Therefore she wished any interaction she had with outsiders to be worthwhile, and such...