Post by rayne14 on May 8, 2011 9:01:54 GMT
darla naomi warrington
SIXTEEN - SLYTHERIN - PUREBLOOD - AMBER HEARD
THE SCARS OF YOUR LOVE
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january 3, 2014 --[/i]
[/blockquote][/justify]only one more year! just one more year and mummy says i'll have my letter! i can't wait!! i'll be able to make things move with a wand instead of begging mummy to do it for me. daddy doesn't seem too excited...but he isn't really excited about a lot. lucas just got his letter but he wouldn't let me see! the meanie. when i get my wand, i'll teach him to stop being so mean to me just because i'm a girl. oh! scorpy's coming over today! better get pretty for him!
december 23, 2015 --[/i]
[/blockquote][/justify]i can't believe it's nearly christmas already! hogwarts is as magical as mummy used to tell me. there are floating candles and ghosts and everyone has an owl. my owl is the best! she was bred from the best eagle owls...or so says one of my cousins. i got sorted into slytherin just like mummy and daddy!! i think daddy was happy even if he didn't say so once i owled him. i wonder what christmas is like back at school...mummy didn't want me staying there by myself so i had to come home. i told her i wanted to stay but..between you and me...i'm glad she made me come home. i missed my bed and my parents and our house elves. i still miss daddy...he's been working a lot more lately...at least that's what mummy says. i wish he'd come home soon...it's like i never see him.
septemer 1, 2017 --[/i]
[/blockquote][/justify]it's ridiculous how boring the train ride to hogwarts has gotten. all the first years are running around like they're on some crazy potion or something. and seeing just about everyone in my year snogging someone else is making me want to vomit. even scorpy seems to have found someone. if we were any younger, i'd have told on him but...being thirteen i guess has changed me. which is ridiculous in itself. i'm thirteen...but i've been thinking a lot more...about boys..and girls. is that normal? the girls part, not the boys. i see scorpy and can definitely feel this...sort of attraction to him but i look at the weasley girls and instead of being repulsed like i should...i feel this pull. something makes me want to talk to them...have them close. ugh, if my father were to see this, i'd be punished for the entirety of the summer. i just wish i had someone to tell about this...someone else besides this damn journal who doesn't even respond. the only good thing coming out of this is the simple fact that i don't have an anger problem like most of my relatives and/or slytherin housemates. sure, torturing a gryffindor can be fun when you're feeling extra spunky but even that can get boring. i suppose i better start acting more rude and despise things a lot more otherwise i'm going to have to have another lecture with father about the importance of our surname. and as much as i'd want to sit through that again, i'd rather not. warrington. the only way i get feared upon at school is if i snarl, hex people, and act as if i'm better than them. screw our surname. it brings nothing to the table like father thinks.
november 20, 2018 --[/i]
[/blockquote][/justify]funny that father just now starts to speak to me on a frequent basis just as i decide to make decisions for my own life. i was happy...or at least as happy as can be being the daughter to a pureblood slytherin..which isn't really saying much. why the bloody hell is he wanting to guide me on my 'magical journey' now? i was fine learning school stuff all by myself. apparently, there are things he can't tell or teach me until i'm home for holidays. again, a buzzkill to my life. i had wanted to stay here at school with...this girl. no. even if in this...my private journal, i'm not writing her name. i...i'm just..attractedl to her. her..damn charm sucked me in. she isn't even a slytherin which bothers me most. well...that doesn't really bother me but it'll be hell just telling my parents i prefer witches over wizards let alone...a witch who may or may not be pure of blood. yes, i believe purity should continue to run through our family's blood but the way i see it. there's not a chance either i or her will get pregnant if we have this...fling. and that's all it is. a fling. nothing more. i'm not falling for her. she's just useful for a good snog or two. of course, she prods into my business as if we were dating. i just shut her out like mum does to dad. anyways. i had planned on staying at school...with her to keep up the snogging. what better way to spend christmas than to snog behind a christmas tree, right? sadly, i must return home in a few weeks to speak with father about...this so called special training. it must be highly important if he isn't telling me everything about it in letters. i've tried asking mum but she just frets and tells me it's business between father and i. he's probably just going to tell me how to submit to my husband whenever they arrange my marriage...which i have no doubt they will. another year not going my way.
february 14, 2019 --[/i]
[/blockquote][/justify]pathetic. that's the best way to describe today. stupid couples. seeing everyone hold hands and snogging randomly is making me want to lose my lunch. it's amazing how most of everyone had no one but in the matter of twenty four hours, they suddenly have a boyfriend or girlfriend whom they're madly in love with. love? bollocks. love is for the weak and there isn't any room for the weak. there's a greater plan at hand and other than caring, they all...just group together in two's so they can feel better about themselves for one day. absolutely pathetic.mother sent some chocolates but i gave them to one of the lestrange boys. figured if anything, they could use it more than i could. i don't need some natural aphrodisiac to make me happy. hexing couples and hearing them curse and scream afterward is what puts a grin on my face. if only father could see me now, he'd be more than proud. too bad he's once again consumed with work. mum's spoken about leaving him but i know she won't. she knew the second her marriage was arranged, there was no getting out of it...even if it made her completely unhappy. she wants love but mum's much like the rest. too worried about love when power is what will get you somewhere in life. hopefully she'll see reason before it's too late.
august 31, 2020 --[/i]
[/blockquote][/justify][/blockquote]this year will be different. i can smell it. i've had a few lessons with auntie bella this summer and i've never felt more powerful before. NOTHING will stop us.
YOUR GOING TO WISH
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name/alias: rayne or ray is fine
gender: female
age: nineteen
contact: msn if you ask for it, mostly pm
how you found us: through email
other characters: n/a
experience: six years
role play sample:whether it was just a ghostly reminder of his nose being broken or actual pain, merrick couldn't help but constantly touch his nose. was it going to be crooked now? merrick muttered more curses and swears under his breath before pulling his hands away again, frowning as he saw specks and small splatters of blood from where the bone had broken. great. now what he supposed to do with this? he had blood on his hands and probably his face and nowhere to wipe it off. the young man guessed he could wipe it on the grass but how childish would that be? it certainly wouldn't help him regain control of this random bump in with this young mother. he needed to be in control of the situation soon. she shouldn't be having any bit of control no matter if she was more than just a witch. merrick grimaced as he wiped his nose slowly with the back of his hand, a streak of red being painted soon after. "well, i'm certainly not leaving with blood on my hands. it's disgusting." yeah, he was one of those people, despising filth of any form unless it was the signs of fear. her statement, however, just backed up what he had considered moments ago. so she was more otherworldly than just her wizardry. he stood there, glaring in her direction for mere looks as he racked his brain, attempting to figure out what she was. clearly, she wasn't a werewolf. merrick was all too familiar with that species to know better. maybe vampire? if so, shouldn't she be pouncing on him and draining him of his blood? he had read enough in old texts that it was incredibly hard for vampires to be near spilled human blood. unless the species had evolved since the text and could resist whatever made the liquid appetizing. funny how he wasn't afraid of her even with the possible answer to her implications. he wanted to think it was his inner wolf in him but according to his father he had no wolf. he was plain and unworthy of taking on the wolf life.
suddenly, merrick's jaw clenched, his anger almost regenerating, the girl's comment not helping. "there's no need to worry about me. whatever i do or will do to your children, it's because i think they deserve it. worrying will just make you tired when it's none of your concern." he was pushing it already. the girl was actually being nice to him but that didn't matter. kindness only got you so far in life and at the moment, it was getting her nowhere with him. a harsh laugh left him at her statement. "and if i'm not civil? are you going to break my nose again? because i won't leave without being forced to and supernatural being or not. you can't make me leave." his attitude was ridiculous and he knew it. his head was so messed up right now. he was meant to harm the children, make the mother possibly cry and yet here he was, having a slight tantrum because he wasn't getting his way. what happened to the regal presence of the frost family? that's what his father would say. a shiver went down merrick's spine, hearing the older man's voice whispering the mean and belittling statements. without glancing up at what exactly she had handed him, merrick snatched the tissue from her hand, wiping any and all traces of blood from his face. her words distracted him long enough for him to straighten his posture up. marlyn. an interesting name. one he'd find highly attractive if he was into things that were attractive. he didn't look at her again as he muttered under his breath, "merrick." he wasn't being nice. just figured he might as well return the favor regardless if he really wanted her knowing his name.
his icy glare went toward her children, his eyes narrowing further as they did whatever children do. indiana...was that her name? he settled his gaze on her, almost smirking as she glared back at him. the smirk did flicker against his lips at the child's outburst. why was he so mean? was the girl even old enough to realize her life was pathetic enough to him that he didn't give a damn about if he was mean to her or not. "because nice to people gets you nowhere and it's boring. being mean especially to little snots like you and your brother bring me happiness. understand?" he resisted the urge to growl at the girl, getting the feeling the growl would just make marlyn laugh and he did not want her laughing. no matter how attractive to hear her laugh. quit it, merrick. you're slipping up. you hate her and her two kids because you can...hopefully it'd just stay that way.
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