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(okay, good, now I know what to do.
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) "It does sound delightful." Taube said wistfully.
 
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(It's not our fault the other players are pretty much inactive. Seriously, how long has it been since Channonchickens has posted on here? I mean, she's the creator and she hasn't gotten on since who knows when!
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(Good idea! We need more males that actually are played! And, I'm going to try and think of something to happen to the other three girls of the original four of mine. K?)
 
(Ok, now I just need to think... I HAS GOT IT!)

Ponii sat outside in the clear air with Chelsea and Lirio. Suddenly she felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned around and screeched. An shadow much like the one in Taube's dreams stood right behind her. "Wh-what do you want with me? Or us, for that matter?" The figure said nothing, but lifted a knife up and sliced. The first killing of the night. But most certainly not the last.
 
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(Ok, now I just need to think... I HAS GOT IT!)

Ponii sat outside in the clear air with Chelsea and Lirio. Suddenly she felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned around and screeched. An shadow much like the one in Taube's dreams stood right behind her. "Wh-what do you want with me? Or us, for that matter?" The figure said nothing, but lifted a knife up and sliced. The first killing of the night. But most certainly not the last.

(Dun dun DUUUUN!)​
 
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(Dun dun DUUUUN!)

(Exactly!)

The figure directed its cold stare on a terrified Lirio. She slunk back. Reaching into her bag, she pulled out a knife. She tried to throw it straight at the figure, but no one understood. It passed straight through. She screamed and tried to run. The figure reached out and lifted the girl by her neck. A loud, resonating SNAP! was heard throughout the schoolyard. The figure marked on her cheek the Japanese character for fighting. Then the figure looked at Chelsea. She tried to run, but she just couldn't move fast enough. "No one understands the true power of the Blue Moon. No one but she who posses it. You three know too much. Goodbye, Chelsea, my Daughter." The figure said. The clouds moved to reveal a beautiful woman with flowing brown hair. She bent down and said one last thing. "I will never forgive myself for this. Goodbye. Blue Moon, the power of Death is my only true being to care for my lost." She raised the knife to her neck, and sliced. The last to die, but not the least. Never the least.
 
Charlotte woke up, her bed hangings pulled around her bed. She pulled them open to be almost blinded by the sunlight streaming through the window. Once she had adjustet to the light, she climbed out of bed and put on her fuzzy slippers. She yawned and stretched, then realized today was the day they were going to Hogsmead. She jumped up and down with joy, and quickly found her favorite outfit. Her cream-colored peasant shirt, and her boot-cut jeans. She tousled her hair, so it was wavy, and went down to the Great Hall for breakfast.
 

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