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Post by victoria emily bowen on Dec 21, 2011 15:03:13 GMT -5
 it's in your eyes, a c o l o r fade out- - - - - - LOOKS LIKE A N E W TRANSITION, THE STARTING UP AND SHAKING YOUR
GROUND. TURNING YOUR HEAD TO SEE A NEW DAY CALLING - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Victoria sighed in frustration, how was herbology helpful in life anyway? She almost threw her book down and stalked off but the herbology essay which she was working on was due the next day. "Ugh! I hate herbology!" she mumbled, tossing the book to the ground. Why must she do it, she could always find a nerd in Ravenclaw..they had a genius there, his name was Stephen, at least she thought it was Stephen. She really didn't care to maintain a list of the students names in her head, she just pranked them and of course teased them.
She sat against a tree, quill in her hand, twirling it. She would much rather be on the quiddich pitch or pranking a first year. It came out better that way, for everyone. She was excelling in every subject, except herbology. She really wished there was someone who would help her, but she wouldn't say it out loud. She wanted to look like she didn't need help, but obviously she did. She took out her wand and pointed at the book, she could easily set the book and the piece of parchment stuck inside, a flame.
She knew that most of her friends in her house, wouldn't dare stop her and they were a litte scared of Tori. She knew the dark lord personally, so to say, she could get them all killed easily by the flick of her wrist. Ok, maybe an owl and some apparation. But who cared about details. She wasn't one to mess with, especially on bad days, like today. She thought that there was no one to help her in Herbology, at least in Slytherin house anyway. If there was, she hadn't met them and there would be a friendship in the beginning there.
She looked up at the other students laughing and talking, very loudly. She liked the silence, not loud students. She thought about going down to the Black Lake, nobody would ever be there, usually. Who wanted to be infront of a lake with monsters in it, at least thats what she told the other students she pranked, so she could have the spot alone to her house and her house only. She stood and left her book, her name was on the parchment inside the book, so if anyone asked who's book it was, they just had to look inside and freak out that they could be killed. She chuckled at the thought and strolled down to the black lake and sat down, her hair blowing in the cool wind.
If anyone should come along it would be another from her house and not from the other houses, and she was thankful of that. She really didn't want a bookworm in her spot and make her mad so she'd hex them into oblivion. Then they'd know never to be down at the black lake when she was around. She pulled out a piece of parchment that was delivered by owl this morning to her by her parents owl, it was from her parents. And she also got a owl by the dark lord, but she didn't let anyone see it, it was all about her well being and most people would be freaked to know he cared for her well being. She heard someone come up behind her and she put the piece of parchment away.
does it f e e l like a head to lean on?- - - - - - - - A SNAPSHOT FROM WHERE YOU BORN. I'M LOOKING FOR YOUR HAND IN
THE ROUGH, YOU'RE CAUGHT IN THE WIRE. WELL I'LL L I F T YOU OUT - - - - - - - - - - -
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Post by driscoll dallas theobald on Dec 21, 2011 16:40:51 GMT -5
 Waking up late, Driscoll emerged from his dorm somewhat disheveled. His clothes weren't all the way on, his tie not tied properly, his wet hair sticking out in several different places as it began to dry. He hated waking up late, but felt not the least bit tired, which was unusual, as he normally did. He entered his common room without a care in the world on how he looked. He was a seventh year, and everyone could kiss his pureblood ass.
Walking over to he fireplace, he shoved a first year out of his favorite chair. Taking out his wand, he waved over a foot stool and propped his feet up towards the fire. Reaching next to the chair, he recovered his Herbology homework where he had left it the night before. Everyone in the common room knew not to mess with his things if he'd forgotten them, or he'd pummel them later for it. Fighting was the reason his nickname was Duke, and the Slytherin house knew it.
Deciding to catch up on his Herbology homework, Duke scribbled away effortlessly on the parchment. Herbology was his favorite, and best, subject. He barely needed the book to do any work, but he often lugged it around because he found its contents interesting. So interesting that he would often read the book for fun. But after an hour or so of just sitting there, absentmindedly doing his work, he got bored, got up, and left the common room.
Driscoll found himself wandering around the school, not entirely sure where he was going, until he walked outside into the brisk, February air. He smiled. He enjoyed the cold thoroughly; leaving in the dungeons was one of the many benefits of being a Slytherin. He continued to wander about, finding a tree that was far enough away from people he would be considered alone, but close enough he could still hear their conversations. As he began to sit down, he noticed a Herbology book. Had it been any other book, he probably would've passed it up, but as it was his favorite subject of all time, he picked it up, interested. It was the edition that the seventh years read. Opening it, he found a fellow Slytherin's name inside, Victoria Bown. Smirking, he looked around, hoping to find his fellow Slytherin.
Duke was fond of the ladies, particularly the ones in his house. They had more likable qualities to them. Finding Victoria would make his day more brighter, even if she did slough him off. The two didn't talk often, but then again, Driscoll liked to remain in his group of friends. Today, he decided, he would change that. Glancing around the grounds, he could make out in the distance a figure sitting by the lake, a location many Slytherins were known to inhabit, and made his way over there. If it wasn't her, many it would be another young lady he could bother. And if it wasn't a female at all, he would probably chuck the bloke into the lake for the fun of it.
Reaching the spot, he noticed that the figure resembled Victoria greatly, and felt somewhat smug. She was bent over something, but he couldn't tell what. Walking ever so quietly, though loud enough to be heard, he stood behind her, hands and book behind his back. "Whatcha got there, Victoria?" he questioned, as she hid whatever it was. A small smirk played on his lips. If she ignored him, he would taunt her with her own book. And if she continued to ignore him, he might just push her into the lake for her attention.
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Post by victoria emily bowen on Dec 21, 2011 17:42:30 GMT -5
it's in your eyes, a c o l o r fade out- - - - - - LOOKS LIKE A N E W TRANSITION, THE STARTING UP AND SHAKING YOUR
GROUND. TURNING YOUR HEAD TO SEE A NEW DAY CALLING - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Victoria missed her parents and was glad to almost be done with schooling, but if she had to do anymore Herbology, she would use an unforgivable. She didn't care, she never cared if she hurt someone, especially those little first years. She didn't care if they had to go to the hospital wing, she got kicks out of them actually having to go to the hospital wing because of her. They were so pathetic, going to the hospital wing just because she broke their nose or leg.
She looked out to the black lake, she always came down here to think, it was her spot to watch the wind blow against the water and maybe see a few creatures. It was peaceful, as long someone didn't mess with her. She heard a young man speak behind her, she came to know him as Driscoll or Duke as everyone called him because he was always in fights. She hadn't seen him in a fight, but she probably get kicks out of it, as long as he didn't pick a fight with her. She knew better and could mess him up before he could hurt her or just flirt her way out of it. She could get her way out of anything.
She ignored him as she watched the waters, if she ignored him long enough she knew he would do something to get her attention and was quite curious about what he would do to get her attention. She smirked as she continued to ignore the boy, like he wasn't there. The only way he could get her attention now was to throw her in the black lake or tell her he was good in Herbology. Other than that he would have a hard time getting her attention. If he threw her into the black lake, oh that boy was going to get it.
She knew him from Quidditch, he was a beater as she recalled, she was glad he was apart of the quidditch team. With her being seeker, she was always flirting with the other seekers in the game to get her way and make them pause for the one second so she could grab the little golden snitch and win the game. She would always laugh at the other teams seeker as they gasped as they realized that she had indeed grabbed the little flying golden ball.
Tori sighed, he better stop calling her Victoria, every slytherin knew not to call her Victoria, she was Tori. She knew there was another Victoria in the house and she knew it would be better for everyone to call her Tori. And being called Victoria just got on her nerves, only her parents and the dark lord could say it and she not be aggrivated that they used her first name. She looked up at the sky as the wind started to blow, she liked the chilly air and how it blew her hair. One thing about the chilly atmosphere was that it came with holidays, she never liked them. All frilly and cute and bright lights and loud people annd it just made her sick. Like for example Valentine's day.
She didn't like the day for candy and hearts. She also didn't like pink, so anything with pink she would at some point in time just destroy. Balloons, mugs, sweaters, girls wearing the sweaters, the list could go on and on. She would just make sure on that day she was in the common room and if she saw anything pink, well she'd kill it. She still continued to ignore Driscoll's presence, she really didn't care what happened to her at this point in time.
does it f e e l like a head to lean on?- - - - - - - - A SNAPSHOT FROM WHERE YOU BORN. I'M LOOKING FOR YOUR HAND IN
THE ROUGH, YOU'RE CAUGHT IN THE WIRE. WELL I'LL L I F T YOU OUT - - - - - - - - - - -
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