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Post by paige1 on Jan 15, 2012 23:15:22 GMT
It was an average day down at Hogwarts. The winters chill still hung about the castle after the return of the students from Christmas time. Those that had chosen to stay were simply pleased to see the return of fellow school friends and such, now their boredom had seemed cured and drama, cliques, and the ‘popular’ returned to the status quo and their so called thrones. Naturally most of them being slytherin. The simple thought that someone chose to claim themselves to rule the roost of school was seemingly hilarious to one girl however. A girl that chose to not delve in petty gossip…. Unless it was temptingly delicious of course. Every girl had their chosen preferred piece of gossip, who was sleeping with who, who had done what, and who had simply fallen from so called perfection to the dirt. Elise Dubois was one of those that chose to stand on the side-line. She never chose sides, simply found it quite entertaining that she could watch petty bitch fights take place right in front of her eyes.
The thing was, her parents had droned on about the school’s history. How perfect it was meant to be. It did of course live up to the expectation of being a very good school, however teenagers had become…. The teenagers of the decade. A lot had changed since Elise’s parents were at school. Although cliques were wrote into time, it had only simply got much worse. There was always someone bitching about another, someone stealing someone’s boyfriend, someone turning someone gay. Usual shit, amongst with the climbing rate of teenage pregnancies, and everyone seemed to be shagging the other. It would disgrace her mother if she knew, and if she were to ever find out Elise and her sister surely would be scraped back out of school and sent on a one way trip to beauxbatons. Because her mother simply couldn’t have anything but perfection for her children.
Blah, what the hell. Elise charmingly thought to herself, cheerfully walking that evening down to the girl’s bathrooms to have a shower. Most girls chose to wash in the morning; Elise simply liked to crawl from the ravenclaw tower to have a peaceful shower without any other girls hogging the showers or the mirrors. Her chosen bathroom? The one that moaning myrtle seemingly haunted. Of course, it was a bit strange having a shower with a wailing ghost, but Elise was probably the only girl that actually got on with the mardy cow. Elise simply liked to live the simple life. Steer out of trouble, out of love. It was a win-win in any situation, however somehow for others it never worked.
She found herself strolling into the partially grim bathroom. Now her mother would definitely have a fit, naturally many veela were clean freaks. And by clean it meant looking brand new and sparkly. This bathroom would surely keep her mother out of her way for a few hours. As usual Elise stripped off, pulled the bobble out of her hair and placed it on her wrist for safe keepings, and turned the shower on. Leaving the door open of course. Never even thinking that she hadn’t brought a towel. She turned the taps on, and with a few gurgles from the drain, fresh hot water spluttered out before returning back to normal. Off she was, as always singing with her partially terrible voice. She surely didn’t inherit that off her mother.
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Post by hugoweasley on Jan 16, 2012 1:56:23 GMT
hugo weasley was a prefect. in fact, he was one of many prefects in the weasley bloodline. his father, for one, had been a gryffindor prefect and his uncle percy had been head boy. he had recieved word of his appointment this august andhis mother had been absolutely thrilled. it wasn't every day that your son became a prefect, you know. however, she was probably more overjoyed in the fact that indeed her son was doing something...er... noble. at least more noble than sitting around all day mocking the likes of his cousins and sister rose. he wasn't a very kind person, to put it lightly; in fact, he was far from it. it was probably the main reason why he was sorted in slytherin and not ravenclaw. even though he hadn't been rooting against the snake house, the sorting hat definitely did the right thing by not listening to his preferences and placing him right where his stubborn behind belonged.
he had been a nasty little first year, picking fights with the older kids, even the ones that were much bigger than he was. he had always been a talented duelist and because of this, he had shown no fear in the face of pure brawn. it was brains over muscle every time and due to his extensive knowledge and expertise in the area of magical spells, he won the hearts of may a trouble maker, including his fellow slytherins. although not popular based on looks or persona, he became overwhelmed with friendships solely based on the fact that he would probably whoop them into place if they didn't form an alliance early on
he had to make his rounds at the most inconvenient times, of course, and right now he wasn't exactly alert. he wasn't clean-shaven as he normally was, nor was his exactly exceeding in the sleep department. no matter what he did, his sleep was intruded nowadays with the thoughts of one particular girl; and her name was prim.
prim was a ravenclaw girl who had struck his fancy the second he saw her when she was being sorted when he was a second year. he had hoped so hard for her to be a slytherin that he swore the hat even gave him a spiteful glare as he belted out her sentence to ravenclaw house. he was surprisingly pleased with this...ravenclaw was his second choice. it meant she was smart, as well as breathtakingly beautiful...
he heard loud singing coming from moaning myrtle's bathroom. with a sigh he began charging down the corridor, desperate to tell the immature, brat of a ghost to shut her trap...he stepped into the bathroom silently, however, to hopefully catch the ghost off-guard and to scare her to boot. how ironic, right? a ghost being scared! anywho, he approached a shower that myrtle was most likely using to waste water, and he pulled the curtain aside like the smartass he was. he looked dead into the eyes of the person he intruded upon and to his horror, it wasn't moaning myrtle.
"ohmygod, jesus fucking...oh jeez." he was flabbergasted, unsure of what to say. the sight wasn't exactly a bad one, more like embarassing. it was elise dubois, by far one of the prettiest girls in school...er...naked.
he immediately turned a brilliant shade of reddish purple and he turned on his heels to leave the bathroom, saluting the air to what he had just witnessed before trying to escape the humiliation.
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Post by paige1 on Jan 16, 2012 13:22:33 GMT
Veela had always been perceived as gorgeous girls with a slight charm to them and in ancient history they were even better known as dangerous predators that liked to enchant men into horrific situations and taunt them to their death. And of course most men would have walked to the end of the earth if they ended up charmed. Naturally there were select few that didn’t fall under the charms. The first being women, they couldn’t be charmed under a veela and the second was of course strange men that seemed to be ‘immune’ to the charm. Of course along the years the veela creatures began to sort of keep peace. Or else they wouldn’t have been welcomed anywhere near Hogwarts. The key fact that many knew about veela girls was the fact that if you ended up on the wrong side of one, you were sure in for it. Veela were magical creatures that attended beauxbatons to learn to use their creativity in the arts of magic and talent. Although they were seen to be graceful, they were nasty horrid little creatures and not many chose to befriend them years ago. Now however many creatures lived in peace.
Veela mixed with witches, wizards, and eventually the blood lines had become to thin out. The Dubois were a long line of families, however elise’s parents had failed to bring a boy into the world, meaning the Dubois name was at its very end. The family had of course been strict purebloods, however it wasn’t that they shunned mixing with other folk, it was simply that they wanted to keep the family line going. It was tradition to have arranged marriages and such in France, and ever since moving to rainy England, the tradition still stuck. Yes, Elise’s parents wanted her and her younger sister married to someone they chose. And although many seemed to be against the thought of marrying a complete stranger, Elise was one of the select few that trusted her parents to choose her the right partner. Elise didn’t do boys.
Most girls in Hogwarts had boyfriends, or were in some sort of odd relationship whether it was fuck buddy or whatever. But Elise didn’t find interest in them. She put her head into her books and her heart was practically still pure. She never suffered the heart break or broken anyone else’s heart. Perhaps that was why she got on with people so well. She never trod where everyone else did. She was a clean slate, a story hardly written whereas everyone else seemed to have a history with either friends, enemies or their so called ‘lovers’. The truth was however, Elise was petrified of the thought of settling down. The thought of turning into one of those girls that sat in the common room crying because their so called partner had run of with their best friend. She wanted nothing to do with that. She wanted so much to have the relationship her parents had. They were somewhat happy, perhaps love wasn’t the best way to explain it. Elise had never heard her parents say they loved each other.
The family just seemed…. Perfect to the outier world. Inside however, there were arguments, fights and such. But nothing as bad as those that seemed to ‘love’ each other. Their arguments seemed much more painful than what Elise had seen from her parents. Her mind drifted across these simple thoughts, not even hearing the male prefect enter the bathroom. It wasn’t until the curtain was drawn back, and hugo weasley was stood shouting and turning round. Clearly purple out of embarrassment.
Elises eyes desperately searched for her towel. And It was clear it wasn’t here. Oh god, she thought to herself. She tried to cover herself with her hands before peering round the cubicle hiding her body as best she could. ”Oh god.” she muttered. ”weasley, could you pass me a towel please…” she muttered out of pure embarrassment.
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