Post by lilith on May 10, 2011 20:49:23 GMT
lilith ariella nightingale
SEVENTEEN - GRYFFINDOR - PUREBLOOD - OLIVIA WILDE
THE SCARS OF YOUR LOVE
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dear diary,
hey, so this is the first time i'm ever writing to you. okay, i guess i should introduce myself. i'm lilith nightingale. yeah, lyra redfern's cousin. you've probably heard of her, since she's kinda popular. lots of people don't like her, but i'm different! i'm her cousin. i have to love her. though, she can be really annoying at times. judging people 'cause of their blood status. mom and dad were really upset when i was placed into gryffindor. they wanted me into slytherin, but i don't want to join those cave monkeys! they're all so dark! think about it! they're always down there...as if they're planning something! haha, i might just be over reacting, but who knows, right? anyways, i'm in my seventh year at hogwarts and loving every moment of it! i suppose most people would tell me that i'm absolutely bubbly and almost hyper in a way. well, i really am. haha. i'm really cheerful and i enjoy pranking people once in a while. mostly slytherins since a whole lot of them are bullies. even lyra. but she doesn't need to know that, right? she shan't find this journal, so i'm not going to worry about what she thinks. actually, my whole family is like her. all about blood status and about how voldemort is going to take over the world! it's stupid, really. yes, i am able to say his name without shuddering, because he's honestly just another wizard who manages to get lots of powerful minions. i hate those who follow along with them. this meaning, i hate death eaters and pureblood supremacists. sure, i may get along with them, but i'm just faking it all. they only like me because i'm a redfern and because i am a pureblood. what else am i not telling you? well, don't tell lyra, but during my first year, i was bullied by a bunch of slytherins. it was horrible. they were calling me blood traitor and how i didn't deserve to live. i felt like dying. my first year really depressed me until i finally told someone. my friend, rion. he made sure to deal with them personally and they ended up going away. i still get scared from time to time. i mean, slytherins can be very nasty and i thought...well, i was naive back them. i thought they would be friends with me, since we were all students here, anyways. i didn't really listen to what the others said. no. i just decided to be stupid and trust them. look what happened. even my boggart happens to be large figures, hovering over me. it's horrible. i still remember almost every single detail on how they had cornered me and attacked me. it wasn't just magic. no. they were so cruel. they used their fists and their legs to kick me. to hurt me. they really thought that traitors deserved to die.
enough with the bad memories. i've had really good memories here at hogwarts. i joined the quidditch team and had a blast! it was during my second year that i joined and we had won! that was my happiest moment since that was the very first time i had ever won anything in my life! i'm honestly not the brightest person ever, so winning the game meant alot to me. through the years, i found myself loving quidditch more and more. i think i might want to be a professional when i leave school. they tell me that i'm brilliant on a broom. well, i'm glad i am. i don't think i could ever be an auror. maybe a secretary. though, probably not one of those high paying jobs. i still don't think i've got enough brains for that. my gryffindor friends really help me through the rough times and even though i try and get close to my cousin, i feel that barrier between us. it's not just the house problem. it's more along the lines of blood status and how differently i feel about our family. she thinks that i've betrayed them. i don't mind them thinking that though. i mean, i've pretty much told them all that since i don't really care anymore. they could kill me for all i care and i'd be happy dying. at least i wouldn't have to deal with their horrible comments anymore. i tend to get rather emotional when cornered, so i'm not good at dealing with stress. sometimes, i feel as if i should of been placed into hufflepuff, but other times, i feel as brave as a lion. it's amazing how emotions can affect you. like how mom and dad always bother me on getting a boyfriend and all. it's ridiculous. they want me to find a pureblood boyfriend and to marry him. i'm tempted to go and find a muggle born boy and tell them that he's my boyfriend. though, i have had a few boys ask me out...i don't feel right using them like that. yeah, i've got a conscience, unlike some slytherins i know. oh, and did i mention that i've got a rather large temper? i mean when i'm really angry, i get really angry and tend to take it out on people. i have a hard time controlling myself and i get sort of violent. though, it's a completely different story when i'm scared.
um, what else can i say? well, i'm pretty fun to hang around. i suppose what i can also say is that i'm a decent person to be around. i'm still working to become a famous quidditch player, meaning that you'll find me over at the flying grounds all the time. right! i forgot to tell you that my birthday is feburary 18th and i love celebrations! yes, it's rather random, but i couldn't help but put it in. do i carry around anything personal? well, i have my wand, my purse, a few hair pins since my hair does get messy at times, and some parchment and a quill that i've charmed to be filled with ink automatically. i hear that muggles have this thing called a pen and i really want one of those things. i swear, they probably work better than a quill. anyways, that's me! i'll write more next time i ever feel like it.
love, lilith ariella nightingale
YOUR GOING TO WISH
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name/alias: ariel
gender: female
age: 21
contact: pm
how you found us: halfway gone
other characters: n/a
experience: six years
role play sample:lilith was never good a choosing. no, she always had a hard time deciding between things and that ultimately lead to another decision. though, this time, she was choosing men. the gryffindor girl had an unusual crush on a werewolve and a vampire. funny enough. not the vampires that sparkled, but the vampires that could snap your neck in a mere moment if this wasn’t her, she could have been laughing her head off at the poor unfortunate soul, but alas…the poor unfortunate soul was her. how the hell was she going to be able to decide? she didn’t care if they were mythical creatures, for one. she treated them like they were humans (even though for the vampire boy she really shouldn’t). what was she going to do? dean had told her to talk to both of them without cuddling. that was going to be difficult. lilith loved to cuddle and each time she saw both boys, she cuddled. yes, yes, she knew that she was such a whore. though name calling wasn’t going to help her now. she had even talked to devon about this, which was pretty desperate enough to get her nerves in a bundle. the girl groaned tiredly while walking down the halls. it was such a nice day out, but she honestly didn’t feel all so well. for one thing, the other night, she had dreamt of tripp. a very steamy night with tripp, she added in her mind. to her horror, she had enjoyed that dream in her mind. on addition to that, she had that dream on jake’s fucking bed. it was a disaster. who was tripp again? one of her crushes. he was the deadly one. stupid lily had to fall for him when she should be staying with jake. jake the werewolf and tripp the vampire. what a show this was. rolling her blue eyes, the girl walked over towards the library and pulled out a chair. this was so…idiotic, she couldn’t even describe how frustrated she was. running a hand through her hair, the girl sighed once more in frustration while letting her dark head fall down on the table. she felt like smacking herself over and over again on the table. it was probably going end badly, lily feared that she would lose both boys. she could not live without jake, she knew that much. tripp…well, maybe. though, she would miss him dearly and oh god, those lips. she would miss those too. oh, snap out it, lilith! at this rate, she was going to end up sleeping with him again, making another horrible mistake.
tapping her fingers along the wooden table, she felt herself wanting to do something…useful. getting up abruptly, the girl’s chair scraped rather loudly as she stomped over towards some books. closing her eyes, she took a breath. chose a random book, okay? it shall calm you down. with an internal nod, the girl reached and chose a book. reopening her eyes, her eyes trailed down to see the book labeled ‘mythical creatures: a history’. she almost laughed aloud. was this some sort sick joke? clearly god wanted her to pay for something. what had she done wrong? she was nice and pleasant! was it because she slept with tripp too many times? was this karma? this was ridiculous. shaking her head, the girl placed the book back and closed her eyes once more. picking another book, the girl then reopened her eyes. her smile faded as the next book was labeled ‘love potions and mythical creatures’. really? really? this was unbelievable. she made a small strangled noise in her throat, but controlled her frustration. oh whatever. why not read it? taking the book, she let it drop on the table. it landed with a dull ‘thunk’ while she pulled the chair out and sat down with a bored expression on her face. opening the book, the girl found lots of scribbling in the book. flipping through the pages, she scowled darkly at the crude drawings in the book and a few stupid notes she found on the bottom of the page. …seriously? the seventh year grumbled to herself while flipping through the pages of the book. maybe she should stop? though, something caught her eye, as she found the word ‘fey’, which also meant ‘fairy’. propping her elbows up on the table, she found herself mildly interested in the fairy subject. she was reading rather slowly, trying to get the subject stuck in her mind instead of worrying about boys and crap like that. she wouldn’t even have noticed if someone had taken a seat across from her. her eyes were glued to the book, while her finger was trailing down the words, reading it was slowly as possible. hey, this was a pretty good distraction! …she should do this more often.
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