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Gwyn sat on the couch with Wyatt. His left hand was on the small of her back, his right and her cheek. She had her arms wrapped around his neck. "I think I love you." He said in her ear. She blushed. "I know I love you." They leaned forward and began very....passionetly....kissing.

Gwyn woke up gasping for breath. She shook her head and tried to clear her mind. But the screaming wasn't a nightmare, she still heard it. Gwyn got out of bed and walked through the dormitory. A few students were rubbing their eyes and running for the portrait hole. She clambered through and saw at least a hundred students screaming and running crazy. Gwyn spotted a girl she knew named Taylor. "What's going on?!" She asked. Taylor shook her head. "The mark, over the lake, deatheaters, him!!!" Gwyn dropped Taylor's shirt and stood, aghast for a second. She rubbed the ring on her finger, hoping Wyatt would appear. He did. "Come on!!" She e3xclaimed, pulling him towards the doors. When out there, she saw everything Taylor described was true. The mark over the lake, dozens of deatheaters battling a few brave students and teachers, and Lord Voldemort. Slowly, Gwyn brought out her wand and ran into the fray.

Gwyn sat down on a bench outside the Three Broomsticks. She watched the crowd of people, searching for the famous Weasley hair, hopefully.

A poem about Gwen's experience there.

People often say, 'Only in America.'
Like it's a paradise
But all I saw was pain
And houses full a mice
I starved to feed the homeless
And earned several dirty looks
Their libaraies are nothing
But ripped up children's books
The only way I lived
Was from the help of another
They, too, were from someplace else
And both from the same mother
When I got back to Britain
I'll tell you I felt joy
I left the place where a child
Could be a fathers toy



Just some vague insite on what happened there.

Gwen walked through the forest. She was bored. So bored, she almost considered going back to class. Well, almost. As she walked, Gwen heard a noise. She turned around and saw a large wolf. Gwen was sure she must be seeing things.

Gwyn Weasley walked down towards the lake. She saw signs posted every where, but ignored them. Going down to the waters edge she smiled. It was pretty out tonight. Looking up, she saw, again, many signs. "Hmm...?" She walked over and grabbed one.

SCHOOL DANCE!!
THIS SATURDAY!!
STARTS AT MIDNIGHT!!
EVERYONE WELCOME!!     
Please dress formaly. The dance will include a banquet.
It will be held beside the lake. We hope to see everyone there.

Signed,
School Commitee


Gwyn frowned. Sure, a dance sounded fun. But how was she suppsosed to get a date? Sighing she sat the notice down on the ground. Or a dress for that matter? It was impposible.                                               

Gwyndelon Weasley walked into the Hufflepuff Common Room. She had no clue who anybody was. And none of her siblings were in the room. Sighing, she sat down infront of the fire and waited.

Hello. My name is Gwyndelon Rachele Weasley. But you can call me Gwyn. I would enjoy RPing with anyone and everyone, so please do!!

Full Name- Gwyndelon Rachele Weasley       
Nickname- Gwyn
House- Hufflepuff
Year- Sixth
Age- Sixteen
Hair- Red, but looks brown at first glance, also now has a few black highlights
Eyes- Dark green
Skin- Pale
Height- Six feet
Weight- One hundred pounds
Skill- Street fighting
Weakness- Classes
Attitude- The famous Weasly temper, secluded to most people, protective, a true 'romantic' as she has heard it put, not the best when angered, hateful, sarcastic
Motto- Your heart is the strongest muscle, that's wh it hurts so much broken
Likes- Animals, using her powers, the lake
Dislikes- Preppy people, most people for that matter
Pet- Black cat named Jotto
Powers- Phsycic, levitation, strength, talking to animals, sees the future, can control people like string puppets
Element- Air
Animagi- Dove
History-
Lives with family at Burrow. Always the more quiet one of the family. Went to American school to learn magic, but decided to follow her families choice. Doesn't like to talk about her time in America for some reason. Has, since coming back, proclaimed to die for her family. Self proclaimes herself the Long-lost Weasly.


She ran away last year. something was calling her to the mountains, and she went. Nobody knew where she went, but Gwyn sent Ginny some pretty vague images. When she got there a boy about her age was waiting. He told her she was prophesised to fight with him, against a clan named Grushi. They were led by a man named the slayer. A dragon slayer.

Naturaly, Gwyn was suspicius. Until, he let her listen to the prophesy itself. So, she  trained with him and finaly attacked the Dragon Slaying clan. They killed most of it's members, except the Dragon Slayer and his son. The boy gave her a ring matching one he had. He told her if  ever in need, to rub the ring and he would appear. He would do the same thing with his ring.
Now, Gwyn is back at Hogwarts. Waiting for evil to come.