In the years following the war the Ministry of Magic struggled to regain the public's trust whilst people struggled to find peace of mind in the uncertainty of Voldemort's disappearance. In 1985 letters start appearing with a very concerning یا very hopeful kind of message, depending on your point of view and personal beliefs. They are so anti-establishment, in parts so truthful, and thus potentially dangerous that the Ministry controlled Daily Prophet won't کریں شائع them یا any talk about them on the Readers' Column.
The letters lay out a vision of future where the Ministry no longer exists and most wizardkind have lost their magical powers, leaving only a select few to rule and carry on the magical bloodlines. A world where muggle-borns and squibs are all treated the same as half-bloods and purebloods. A world where magic is kept secret from muggles but is not thought of as something that makes one superior, and where people like Grindelwald and Voldemort can never rise again.
The authors call themselves the Children of Merlin. They are a secret society seeking total revolution, to rebuild the world in their image of true equality. They are recruiting new members from like-minded people, both muggle and wizardkind. They say they will not go to war over this but claim they have a nearly perfected peaceful weapon to make it happen, to take magic away from those they deem unworthy.
Will your character be drawn to شامل میں them from genuine agreement یا fear? یا will they judge their vision یا their method of achieving it as too radical for support and try to fight it instead? یا will they try to keep calm and living their lives, putting their faith in the Ministry after it finally takes action when a threat is made against Hogwarts and it seems to have been for real.
This is a character driven rpg where we explore the 1980s era of relative peace up to Voldemort's reappearance, and not everything has to be about یا revolve around the main plot. No wizardkind person can completely ignore what's going on but your character can be as much یا as little involved in the plot as آپ want and still have plenty to do.
سے طرف کی the end of the decade the revolution has been prevented, but what part did your character play in it---if any? Do they have regrets? Will they wish it had turned out differently when in the summer of 1992 rumours spread that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named has resurfaced?
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The letters lay out a vision of future where the Ministry no longer exists and most wizardkind have lost their magical powers, leaving only a select few to rule and carry on the magical bloodlines. A world where muggle-borns and squibs are all treated the same as half-bloods and purebloods. A world where magic is kept secret from muggles but is not thought of as something that makes one superior, and where people like Grindelwald and Voldemort can never rise again.
The authors call themselves the Children of Merlin. They are a secret society seeking total revolution, to rebuild the world in their image of true equality. They are recruiting new members from like-minded people, both muggle and wizardkind. They say they will not go to war over this but claim they have a nearly perfected peaceful weapon to make it happen, to take magic away from those they deem unworthy.
Will your character be drawn to شامل میں them from genuine agreement یا fear? یا will they judge their vision یا their method of achieving it as too radical for support and try to fight it instead? یا will they try to keep calm and living their lives, putting their faith in the Ministry after it finally takes action when a threat is made against Hogwarts and it seems to have been for real.
This is a character driven rpg where we explore the 1980s era of relative peace up to Voldemort's reappearance, and not everything has to be about یا revolve around the main plot. No wizardkind person can completely ignore what's going on but your character can be as much یا as little involved in the plot as آپ want and still have plenty to do.
سے طرف کی the end of the decade the revolution has been prevented, but what part did your character play in it---if any? Do they have regrets? Will they wish it had turned out differently when in the summer of 1992 rumours spread that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named has resurfaced?
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Life, he believes, is not a dream
As black as the wise men say they are.
Often a gray morning
Foreshadows a pleasant afternoon and soalhenta.
Sometimes there are dark clouds
But it is only on certain days;
If rain makes the roses bloom
Why mourn and not smile?
Quickly, happily
The soalhentas hours of life go by
Thankfully, excitedly
Enjoy them as they go flying.
And sometimes when Death appears
And the best that آپ have gone?
And when the pain deepens
And hope it sinks won?
Oh, even then, there is hope of rebirth
Unconquerable, never die.
Happy with his golden wing
Strong enough to make us feel good
Boldly, afraid of nothing
Face the Judgement دن coming.
For gloriously, victoriously
Courage can overcome despair.
As black as the wise men say they are.
Often a gray morning
Foreshadows a pleasant afternoon and soalhenta.
Sometimes there are dark clouds
But it is only on certain days;
If rain makes the roses bloom
Why mourn and not smile?
Quickly, happily
The soalhentas hours of life go by
Thankfully, excitedly
Enjoy them as they go flying.
And sometimes when Death appears
And the best that آپ have gone?
And when the pain deepens
And hope it sinks won?
Oh, even then, there is hope of rebirth
Unconquerable, never die.
Happy with his golden wing
Strong enough to make us feel good
Boldly, afraid of nothing
Face the Judgement دن coming.
For gloriously, victoriously
Courage can overcome despair.
"What? New Hampshire?" Hillishia said. "But that's far away." "Nah! You're movie stars! آپ can buy your plane tickets in a snap!" Mr. Higgsten said. The dark and empty stage was very dark and eerie when it was silent. So it was silent as Ponya thought."Well I guess I can squeeze it in. How long will we be there?" Ponya asked. "Just to do some final touches so I'm guessing about a few days." Ponya turned to Hillishia. "It's ok! We can go to New Hampshire and come back in time to see the opening night!" Ponya said. "We'll go!" Hillishia said.......................sorry I had to make the مضمون longer............................................... Zaqqqqqqqqqqqqqqq....................
Vandals and crooks
an aging man, caught like a مچھلی on a hook
Getting reeled in, he's easy prey
Eyes sag, creating bags, pupils widen, creating paralysis
Confusion and fear
An ailing man, with مچھلی hooks everywhere
The biggest catch today
Pavement runs red, creating pain, flesh torn, creating animals
Torment and Horror
An aching man, aches no more
The مچھلی hook rips away
Smiles widen, creating youth, blood drips, creating paralysis
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an aging man, caught like a مچھلی on a hook
Getting reeled in, he's easy prey
Eyes sag, creating bags, pupils widen, creating paralysis
Confusion and fear
An ailing man, with مچھلی hooks everywhere
The biggest catch today
Pavement runs red, creating pain, flesh torn, creating animals
Torment and Horror
An aching man, aches no more
The مچھلی hook rips away
Smiles widen, creating youth, blood drips, creating paralysis
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Rosella
I slammed the car door shut, and faced the school.
"Have a good دن sweetie," Mom said, somewhat hopefully from the drivers seat. Just the words made me want to ball up and cry. She drove away, leaving me in the dust. I would not survive this day.
Not that I deserve to.
I clutched my کتابیں to my chest, and tried to keep my eyes fixed on the ground. But I still felt their eyes on me.
"Bitch," they muttered.
"She deserves to die," others said. Didn't they know I want to? Didn't they know how much strength it took to keep breathing? And when I did, it was the everlasting pain that nearly brought me to my death. But I could only hope.
But they didn't know this. They just knew it was my fault. And it was. It was all my fault for what had happened.
And I'd live with this guilt till I die.
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Please let me know if I should continue this; I don't know if I should.
"Have a good دن sweetie," Mom said, somewhat hopefully from the drivers seat. Just the words made me want to ball up and cry. She drove away, leaving me in the dust. I would not survive this day.
Not that I deserve to.
I clutched my کتابیں to my chest, and tried to keep my eyes fixed on the ground. But I still felt their eyes on me.
"Bitch," they muttered.
"She deserves to die," others said. Didn't they know I want to? Didn't they know how much strength it took to keep breathing? And when I did, it was the everlasting pain that nearly brought me to my death. But I could only hope.
But they didn't know this. They just knew it was my fault. And it was. It was all my fault for what had happened.
And I'd live with this guilt till I die.
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Please let me know if I should continue this; I don't know if I should.
