#icuras

My phone chose violence today

L’manburg better hope that the saying ‘third times a charm’ doesn’t fit

@the-gays-all-here "Now, if you'd all like to follow me into the Great Hall, we can get the sorting underway." A tall and slightly stern looking witch waved her hand and the grand doors of the hall swung open slowly to reveal a large banqueting hall; down its length were four tables filled with students, all of which bore different colours for each table - red and gold, blue and bronze, yellow and black, and green and silver - and at the far end of the hall was the horizontal table for the teachers. "Wow, this is amazing! Icuras, look at the ceiling! The candles are floating and there's stars in the ceiling: stars!" Exclaimed a rather excited boy with partially spiked up hair, who carried a slight Italian accent, as he shook the shoulder of the other beside him. "It's so pretty; I hope we learned how to do that." replied the other in a similar accent, although his hair was softly curled rather than spiked. The witch stopped just in front of the teacher's table and picked up a scroll from a stool, on which sat a rather dirty and old looking hat with plenty of wrinkles. "Now, the Sorting Hat will sort you into your houses; Hufflepuff, Gryffindor, Slytherin, or Ravenclaw." the witch announced as she unfurled the scroll, "Aetura Drujek." The crowd of first years fell quiet as a rather shy looking boy shuffled out of the group, trying to avoid eye contact. From his appearance, with his triangular nose, tanned skin, and slicked black hair, he carried the air of Arabic descent about him. As he tentatively sat on the stool and the hat was placed on his head, Aetura seemed to hold his breath a little until the hat sparked to life and loudly announced, "HUFFLEPUFF!" Aetura breathed again as he stood up and made his way to the table of applauding students dressed in yellow and black. This process went on for a little time for half of the group, with four others joining Aetura in Hufflepuff; a bright and bouncy Latina girl named Alex, the enthralled Italian with the spiky hair named Lateem, a tall and fairly strong looking boy called Demetri, and a graceful looking girl with wavy brown hair by the name of Nerina. Into Gryffindor went a limping boy with blond, sideswept hair named Leon - he had been sticking close to Alex - a dark blond Russian boy named Callceon, who seemed to give off a slightly disturbing air; another bouncy girl, this time with a long plait of copper hair, who almost hit the witch with her braid as she span to sat down on the stool - she went by the name of Aria - and a very unsure looking boy of Indian descent - Ciar - who didn't seem to believe that he had been put into a house for those of bravery and daring. Heading into Slytherin was a confident and rather attractive boy by the name of Rijeph, who stopped at the Hufflepuff table to put an arm around Aetura's shoulders in a brief hug and assure him that it was okay, a middle-eastern girl with long, wavy dark hair called Sheoki, a small Asian girl with her hair tied into two buns either side of her head, who went by Shrosa, and a rather annoyed looking boy with dyed red hair named Aiden. Finally, Ravenclaw took on the new students in the forms of a spacey-looking brunette named Cadovana, the other Italian boy Icuras, a serious looking girl with her hair tied back into a high ponytail and bangs that framed her face - Kikiyu - a shorter girl with a black braid and glasses named Catzii, and a white-blond girl who radiated purity as she slowly and carefully made her way up the steps to the stool and slowly and carefully made her way to the Ravenclaw table, called Lucile. With 21 of the group gone, the witch turned to the remaining few and began to read the rest of the names.

The best part of poetry Is when you relive the memory About which you wrote The only life boat When you're drowning in An ocean of emotion As it tosses and turns You passion still burns And you can forgive Because you can relive What it felt like to fly Cause even if you die It's okay Because you can say Maybe my wings on fire Did inspire The Phoenix in another The flames they tried to smother Instead burning bright As a blinding light There to guide Every captains ride That's staring to dip And slip beneath the waves As the storm above raves Lightning lighting the skies With misplaced hope and lies But the real light Shines way past the night This burning boat Is still afloat So if you ever start to doubt Never count me out

Topic: Anything!!! So growing up I had ADHD so it was hard for me to focus in school, and I remember my mom staying up with me every night to help my learn till 3 am and then having to leave at 6am for work. At the time school was hard, while my teacher would talk my brain would scramble and I felt lost. I realized that I never want someone to be lost and hopeless, so from that moment forward I wanted to help people. The true meaning to life is not only making your life better but others too, and I love the feeling of helping others. *This was a short confession but I just wanted everyone to get the feel of it*

Special thanks to Kimberly Barnes, Elly Freer and Rowan Savage