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| Ariella de Pointe du Lac | Jun 7 2015, 12:09:33 AM Post #1 | ||
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At the landing of the Astronomy Tower, Ariella looked up at the giant spiral staircase that curved into the darkness of its upper floors. The air was eerily still and silent; Ariella could hear only her breathing and the guilty thump of her heartbeat. She shivered in clothes that were too tight, and when she rubbed her eyes, black kohl eyeshadow and glitter rubbed off onto her fingertips. She had no choice but to climb. Taking the steps by two, Ariella's mind wandered as she followed the stairs as high as they would stretch. She didn't know why she was doing this. She didn't know why she had spent an hour curling her auburn hair into submission, or why she had painted her lips a cherry red that rivaled even Dolores' famous pout. She didn't know why she had doused her wrists and the nape of her neck in wild vanilla perfume. Or maybe she did. Maybe why had a name. He had given her a necklace, which was still swinging around her neck and glinting gold. She carefully tucked it beneath her flimsy black shirt as she walked. With a throb, Ariella felt her heart quicken beneath the necklace's pulse. It felt familiar, as if she could feel her mother whispering between the chain's gold links. He had to know what he was gifting her... Pushing thoughts of her mother aside, Ariella continued to climb. Her skirt, already perilously short, was slowly riding up her pale thighs. Grumbling, Ariella pulled her hem down, wondering how on earth she even had something like this hiding in the bottom of her trunk... a gift from her mother, no doubt. The thought stung more than Ariella thought that it could, but the silver and green plaid pleats screamed Tinsley. When it all falls, when it all falls down, we'll be two ghosts in a ghost town... As Ariella climbed, she began to hear the soft rhythm of music. She couldn't quite hear words, but she could sense the music's bass pounding against the cold stone walls. Ariella's fingertips grazed the stones as she hurried forward, following the sounds. When there's no one, no one else around... Ariella stopped at a landing. If she continued on higher, she would eventually find the Astronomy classroom. However, on the second lowest level of the tower, an assortment of abandoned classrooms remained. It seemed as if everyone had forgotten this place had ever existed. Taking a deep breath, Ariella stepped forward, finally hearing the music. When the world gets cold, I'll be your cover. Let's just hold onto each other... "Why the fuck not," mumbled Ariella. For a second, she thought of Dave before she turned the doorknob and entered the abandoned classroom - or, for tonight, the Slytherin's little secret. |
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| Ash Wayland | Jun 7 2015, 12:28:33 AM Post #2 | ||
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"SHE'S HERE!" Ash Wayland prided himself on being obnoxious. Grinning, Ash smugly brushed his long, ashy blonde hair from his eyes. Sauntering forward in nothing but black, he had a tall crystal goblet in his hand. Swimming around in it was a thick, red wine; he pressed it to his mouth, painting them red before he slipped his tongue along his lips. He wore all black, except for a ring twisted on one of his fingers, where the mouth of a silver snake was open wide. Its fangs and eyes were dotted with tiny emeralds that reflected the light that was shuddering overhead. Ash almost wished he could have said that the entire classroom had been utterly transformed to resemble some underground sex dungeon but... it was just a classroom. The lights were off except for candles hovering overhead; the windows, ceiling to floor panes of glass, allowed for a full view onto the grounds and to the forest beyond. Above the woven treetops, they could just begin to see the stars that twinkled at dusk. The sunset bled red and orange as night began to bring darkness with it. Piled against the walls, desks sat atop each other with their chairs set askew beside them. They created a mountain of tangled wooden legs. A blackboard was propped against the wall with random dates scribbled, as if a class had abruptly ended here and had never resumed. Dust lingered in the corners and it smelled old, like water and dirt. But on the professor's desk, goblets and drinks were arranged. A pot of steaming potion rippled and bubbled; Ash was particularly proud of that. Music, emanating from nowhere in sight, continued to pierce the silence. All in all, Ash was proud of his handiwork... even if he hadn't really lifted a finger. Regardless, he moved to rush to Ariella - and was momentarily distracted by the amount of leg he saw. He wasn't sure he had ever seen that much of Ariella Carmichael de Pointe du Lac, and had casually assumed she was one of those girls that was saving herself. Apparently, the only thing she was saving herself for was a shady party atop the Astronomy Tower... Which was fine by him. Grinning, Ash approached Ariella and effortlessly slipped his arm around her waist. "You look stunning. I mean, who knew you were underneath all of those freckles?" Half expecting a slap in the face, Ash snorted and let Ariella go. He stepped back, motioning around them. "Help yourself to the drinks." Fellow Slytherins, all around them, were already well on their way to Ash's level. A Fourth Year was feeling nauseous in the corner and the sun hadn't even set completely. A Seventh Year was chasing shots of firewhiskey with bits of Ash's potion, which was just a little spiked with a love potion... Just a little. Ash cackled as a Third Year tripped and fell at his feet. "Party started without you," he told Ariella pointedly, and he winked before walking away. |
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| Julian Kahn | Jun 7 2015, 12:38:29 AM Post #3 | ||
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From across the room, Julian T. Kahn was trying to figure out whether the busty blonde he was charming was a vampire or not. He couldn't fathom, for the life of him, why anyone would be so pale by choice, or why she was sipping sluggishly at a wine too thick in her goblet. He was distracted, of course, by the way her black corset rested on her narrow waist. Did vampires have to breathe? She was probably crushing a rib... He couldn't shut off the cacophony of voices screeching doubt in his skull. God, stop it, Julian, he mumbled to himself. But there was something distinctly wrong about the fact that the girl throwing herself at him was only sixteen. Despite Julian's grand old age of seventeen, give or take twenty years, Julian felt very much like a chaperone among wild teenagers. In a way, he was. Still frozen in time, the thought of trying to chase a lingering youth was growing more pathetic by each passing second. It took Julian until that moment to realize just how out of place he felt. But it wasn't anything compared to out of place Ariella felt. She looked poised, squeezed into black and wearing makeup straight from a dream, but Julian could feel the jump in her throat. He shot a glare at the sixteen-year-old talking up a storm in front of him, and he downed the rest of his drink. He set it aside, watching the scene unfold before him. And he felt strange. It was like a warm, bubbling sensation crawling up his spine and, then, he felt... happy? But that couldn't be. Julian wasn't one to share in such fun. It took Julian several minutes of frowning at himself and staring at his empty goblet to realize that he had gotten completely drunk by accident. Shoving the blonde girl out of his way, Julian approached Ariella, rethought his decision halfway, spun on his heel, and began walking in the opposite direction. All this while, he was trying to figure out how he could be drunk when he, for so long, had been nothing but skilled in the art of downing whiskey as if it were nothing more than water. He was still trying to understand why anyone was excited about him being amongst them. For all the others knew, Julian was their weird, older uncle who was just trying too hard to fit in with the right people... Groaning internally, Julian sat himself by the window and stared out of it. He could stand there all night, couldn't he? As long as he didn't have to face Ariella with his brain full of champagne bubbles and anger. |
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| Harper Carmichael | Jun 7 2015, 12:56:32 AM Post #4 | ||
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Harper Carmichael emitted a shrill cry that could only be perceived as pure, unadulterated joy. She skipped forward, nothing but a dream in a little black dress. She walked with the confidence of someone who knew how beautiful she looked, and she was blissfully unapologetic. Ignoring everyone else around her, and their pointed glances, Harper only had eyes for one girl in particular, and her name was Ariella. Rushing to Ariella's side, Harper slipped her hand in hers, and gave it a reassuring squeeze. "You look so good. See! I told you, skirts are flattering on everyone." "You sound like my mother," Ariella said, wrinkling her nose, but Harper could see her blushing beneath her makeup and freckles. "Good, then," Harper snapped. "She has good taste. But it's not just that, your makeup..." "I feel like a raccoon," admitted Ariella. "You'll thank yourself later," said Harper firmly, and she squeezed Ariella's hand even tighter. "Don't think for a second you're not good enough, do you understand me?" Ariella blinked, confused, at her cousin. Harper only flashed her a winning smile. It was like charity, after all. Harper was groomed to help the less fortunate and life and that, of course, included her sad little cousin Ari. "Get a drink," Harper said. "The punch is spiked with a love potion. It's totally diluted, so the effects aren't strong, but it makes you just want to hug everyone all at once. I haven't had any yet. I almost don't trust myself." Ariella couldn't help but smile. "Hey, as long as I don't see you chasing after Dave McKelvey, we're good." "You mean your professor?" snapped Harper, rolling her eyes. "As if. I'd rather choke on my own spit and die." "No, his son," Ariella replied quickly, and she blushed something awful. "Forget it, it's nothing. Let's get some punch." Harper and Ariella walked together, and Harper thought of Ariella having a crush on Dave. Jr, they called him. Harper bit her bottom lip to keep her mouth from sneering and she thought, then, that maybe a few thousand drinks wouldn't be such a bad decision, after all... Until she saw Julian, standing alone by the window. "What do you think it's like?" Harper asked curiously. "I mean, what do you think it's like being seventeen, but feeling like you're so much older?" |
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| Ariella de Pointe du Lac | Jun 7 2015, 12:56:57 AM Post #5 | ||
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Ariella glanced at the back of Julian's head. With his shoulders slumped, he looked sad and distant staring out of the window. It was clear that he didn't necessarily belong; even his clothes, with his pressed collar and nice shoes, felt out of place in a world of t-shirts and jeans. Julian had always been old-fashioned. But now? He seemed hopeless. Ariella sighed, pouring herself a drink. She paused before she sipped, sneaking a glance at Harper. Harper, to Ariella's surprise, was regarding Julian with something very much like hatred in her eyes. Ariella cleared her throat. "I don't know. It's gotta suck, I guess. You can always ask him." Harper shook her head, leaned forward, and poured herself a glass as well. "It's a weird feeling, knowing you're someone else and knowing you can't do anything about it." She was silent as she watched him for another moment. Then, her head snapped to face Ariella. "Should we cheers to something?" Cheers? Ariella searched her mind for an answer. She drew a blank. She thought of her family first... and knew Harper wouldn't like that very much at all. With a sigh, Ariella shrugged her shoulders. "Cheers to us," said Ariella, and she clinked her glass against Harper's. Right before the love potion hit her bloodstream, Ariella wondered if she should have been afraid. |
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| Gwen Montague | Jun 7 2015, 08:19:10 AM Post #6 | ||
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Gwen had heard of the party that was taking place after at first, until she heard that the ones hosting the party were Slytherin students. After that, she was pretty sure that she needed to attend. It would be something to do with a few of her friends. Mags was nowhere to be seen, neither was her interesting boyfriend. But that wasn’t going to ruin the party mood for her. Gwen had walked into the party a bit later than everyone else, it seemed as though people were travelling up in batches. Some went straight to the party, others lingered around the halls before making their appearance, and some went back to the common room to actually dress up. Ariella was one of those, and Gwen was surprised to see the orange tone of her face. “Friendly advice? You have a bit too much foundation.” Gwen said as she stepped next to Ariella. Her voice was almost a whisper. She wasn’t looking to make Ariella a major embarrassment, or put her own. She just thought it was better coming from someone who wouldn’t spin it into something much more. |
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| Drago Fontanelli | Jun 7 2015, 09:31:27 AM Post #7 | ||
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Drago had been approached by a familiar face before he headed down to Hogsmeade, a party was mentioned and an invite was extended. It was a Slytherin boy who did this, which came as a surprise as Drago didn’t opt to stay in the Slytherin dorms. He thought it was too packed, and too dramatic. The Hufflepuff study was perfect for the quiet he craved. It was warm as well, nothing which made him feel awkward or unwelcome. Drago needed somewhere to stay low, almost off the radar. Something to fit to his personality. But a party? Drago could hardly refuse such an offer. Drago walked into the party with a few of his Italian friends, they were laughing at one another’s joked in their loud bellowing voices. Drago couldn’t see the man who invited him, but he supposed that they would be lost in the party somewhere. |
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| Melissa Levander | Jun 7 2015, 09:36:08 AM Post #8 | ||
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Melissa had arrived at the party early, she had a few deals to strike. It seemed as though a few students had noticed her potions expertise and requested to buy a few potion off her. Although there was one which she usually refused to sell. Love potions. They were stupid, and dangerous. Melissa had always hated them, and not just for their flowery colour and ever changing aroma. Being skilled in spotting potions and working them out, Melissa had grown accustom to studying drinks which she was given. Or ones which others were given. As she wondered around the party, she was pretty sure she could smell something which was strikingly familiar. It was a potion, certainly. Being used? The party had no place for such magic, which caused Melissa to grow suspicious. Melissa ended up approaching Harper, who she had spoken to on a few occasions. “Someone is using a potion in here.” Melissa muttered as she sniffed her own alcoholic beverage. |
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| Narcissa Black | Jun 7 2015, 11:28:28 AM Post #9 | ||
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Narcissa had arrived at the party just before Ariella had, she had turned up with some light make up on her face. She didn’t need some tight fitting dress, or the extremes that her sister usually went to on the make-up and nails front. Narcissa wore a loose strappy top with the armholes a bit bigger than what should be, on the front was a muggle slogan. She had found it in a store while travelling around London. Her parents hadn’t liked it. Other than that, she just wore some black jeans. Nothing else was needed, like the others. It was easy for her to slide into the background of a situation which seemed far too familiar. Her family functions could be like this, and Narcissa would find a lot out by simply staying quiet and observing the room. It was how she had witness Ash slip something into the punch bowl. She hadn’t planned on taking a drink from it anyway, and now she realised that everyone else in the room had. Ash seemed pretty smug with himself, and that for some reason just made her angry. Narcissa had bided her time, watching the scene unfold. And now that Ash seemed to be on his own, it was time to strike. Narcissa boldly walked over to him, picking up a plastic cup along the way and tipping a bit out onto the floor. “Hey there boy,” Narcissa faked a happiness which had become a common play. “This is good drink, is there something extra in it?” Narcissa giggled. She swayed her hips closer to Ash as she rested her arm on his shoulder. “Something tangy,” Her voice became softer, more airy. “Something like…” Narcissa tilted to look at Ash. Her sudden soften froze, and her face tensed into a slight scowl as her nails dug into Ash’s earlobe. “A potion?” Narcissa tugged her hand down ever so slightly as she stared at Ash. |
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| Ash Wayland | Jun 7 2015, 01:00:12 PM Post #10 | ||
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Everything was happening extraordinarily fast. One second, Ash was admiring the haughty sway of Narcissa's hips. In the next, Ash was wondering if he was actually a genius. Seeing Narcissa almost happy, and not at someone else's expense, felt as if he were trapped in some sort of alternate reality. Silently, Ash thanked himself for being so damn smart. And then... Ash screeched as Narcissa pulled his face into hers. Their eyes met, and Ash couldn't help but smirk. "Did you drink some of it?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper. "Like, do you want to kiss me right now?" |
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| Narcissa Black | Jun 7 2015, 02:05:10 PM Post #11 | ||
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“No, I did not.” Narcissa said with a small laugh, she slammed the cup onto the table and pressed a hand to her hip as she glared. Ash, for some reason, made her feel really angry. She couldn’t figure out the reason most of the time, but the two of them clashed heads in a way which was different to how Wyatt and Victor had clashed earlier It had been happening since their fifth year, and Narcissa had thought of him on some occasions. Not that she enjoyed thinking about him, at least she thought she didn’t enjoy it. “And no, I don’t.” Narcissa studied his face carefully, she remained unimpressed. “What? Do you want to kiss me?” Narcissa spoke in a mocking tone, although she wasn’t completely sure of what Ash wanted. She thought it was Ariella. Or Dolly. |
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| Grace Beauregard | Jun 8 2015, 09:22:46 AM Post #12 | ||
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Grace had heard of the Slytherin party, not that she had planned to go. She had never really wanted to go to the parties her house threw, they always seemed as though it wasn’t something where people would have fun. It was more to do with one upping each other, or creating conflict between the so called pureblood families. The only reason Grace had even agreed to this, was because Lis mentioned it. Plus, seeing Wyatt sulking in the corner would be priceless. The same way it would be amazing to see Ariella make a foul of herself. That girl had done bad to Julianna on quite a few occasions, and seeing as Julianna probably wouldn’t come Grace thought she could be the eyes and ears for her absent friend. “Are you sure you want to be here?” Grace muttered as she walked into the room. |
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| Lisbeth Elliot | Jun 8 2015, 11:57:56 AM Post #13 | ||
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"No..." Lis admitted, with a tense smile. "But there's drinks, and I really think I could use a drink. Do you want?" The Slytherin tended not to drink much, since last year. Enough to feel good, but not enough to lose her senses and set someone on fire. At least, that was the general plan. The Astronomy Tower seemed positively full of Lis' pasty skinned, darkly dressed house mates. A bunch of younger years were stumbling about, pretending they were more mature than they were. Lis remembered being exactly like them. She caught someone mid stumble, and felt a flare of panic rise up her spine - it was nothing in comparison to the third year's fright however. The boy nearly fell backwards in his attempt to back pedal from her grip. Lis' hands rose up sarcastically as the kid fled into the crowd, "It's like I set him on fire, or something," Thoroughly unamused, Lis grabbed drinks - there was this strange concoction on the table that smelled like the air after it had just rained. There was another scent too, but she wasn't sure what it was. Lis was feeling brave enough to find out, though, "Where can we go?" Somewhere they could put their backs against a wall... |
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| Ash Wayland | Jun 8 2015, 02:53:31 PM Post #14 | ||
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"I wouldn't tell you if I did," Ash smirked, and his eyebrows quirked up, daring Narcissa to say anything more. He was intrigued by her ability to twist anything into a firm insult, but more interested in how her face finally brightened when she allowed herself to smile. The sneers were wearing; seeing Narcissa Black as a human was almost a relief. "I just know how to have fun. You can't fault me for that," added Ash. "A little love potion here, a little love potion there... you'll be thanking me in a few minutes when you can laugh at everyone's poor life choices." |
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| Ariella de Pointe du Lac | Jun 8 2015, 02:58:14 PM Post #15 | ||
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"Don't be rude," Harper snapped at Gwen, and as grating as her tone was, she flashed Gwen a wide, glinting smile. "Not everyone is stunning with a fresh face." Ariella, meanwhile, was too busy rubbing at her cheeks with the tips of her fingers to blend everything in. "No, it's fine," she insisted, smiling weakly at Gwen. "I don't know what the hell I'm doing with a blush brush. It's weird how girls sort of, you know, paint themselves, don't you think?" "And boys too," added Harper. "Boys can wear makeup, too." "Oh, God," sighed Ariella, and she looked around. She smiled at Gwen, feeling less self conscious now that she figured some of her caked-on makeup was distributed a little more evenly. That, along with the weight of mascara on her eyelashes, made her feel like a fawn taking its first wobbly steps. She was helpless. "Did you try the punch?" Ariella asked Gwen. She was beginning to feel distinctly... bubbly. |
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| Narcissa Black | Jun 8 2015, 03:12:27 PM Post #16 | ||
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“Of course you wouldn’t.” Narcissa could have laughed at Ash right there and then. He acted as though he was the smartest person in the room, as though he knew exactly what to say. It was amusing to watch. Narcissa let go of his ear quickly and folded her arms in front of her chest. She scoffed. “I already laugh at their life choices, except I’m not so bloody obvious about it.” Narcissa tilted her head and stared at Ash with a questioning expression. She hadn’t drank the punch, not yet anyway. She hadn’t planned to make a fool of herself. Her eyes darted to a couple of younger girls who were giggling to one another as they fell over an older year. She scowled, turning back to Ash. “You are being my date for the evening, I don’t trust you enough to not take advantage.” Narcissa tugged on his arm suddenly. “Did you even drink any yourself?” |
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| Gwen Montague | Jun 8 2015, 03:16:13 PM Post #17 | ||
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“I think kind would be a better word.” Gwen snapped back, but she mimicked the wide grin as she pushed a hand onto her hip and tilted her head. Gwen turned back to look at Ariella, a sigh escaped her lips as she reached her fingers out and began to smudge the orange lines that followed Ariella’s jawline. It only took a few more seconds of blending for it to look a bit better. “There.” Gwen said as she pulled her hands away from her face. At the question about the punch, Gwen looked into her cup. “Yeah, a bit.” Gwen said as she took another gulp. It was a bit of a lie, she’d already had two cups full and everyone seemed to be a lot nicer now. Or maybe it was just her head swimming. Gwen pushed a hand to the side of her head and shrugged. It was almost as though some of her senses were dulled. |
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| Grace Beauregard | Jun 8 2015, 03:20:35 PM Post #18 | ||
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“Fuck yeah I want a drink.” Grace had experienced the worst part of being drunk at her first proper party, and she supposed nothing could get worse than that night. So why not? She figured she deserved to complain in the corner with a cup of something alcoholic. After all, she had been through a lot already. Grace took a cup from Lis as she turned to look at the kid who ran off into the crowd. She snickered at the boy, maybe he had been set on fire. Lis’ was known for her pyrotechnics. “How about by the window? I think just Julian is there now.” Grace said as she nodded towards the window. Some kids had fallen away from the ledge, so why not take up the empty space? Less questions, more drink. |
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| Lisbeth Elliot | Jun 8 2015, 05:02:13 PM Post #19 | ||
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The view from the window looked spectacular, unfortunately Lis' blood turned cold at the thought of being anywhere near Julian Kahn. There wasn't any particular reason for it. You know, aside from the whole reincarnation thing, or whatever. "It that even okay," Lis did a horrible job of containing her horror. Could people just go up to Julian Kahn and stand near him? Well, other people were near him, though Lisbeth would have preferred keeping a wide berth. Or, really, not even being in the same room as him. And so Lis did something rather inadvisable, and took a long drought from her cup, "Think I might," Lis hiccoughed, and shook her head - it tasted unlike anything she had ever had before. "Need a bit more." The warmth went straight to her head, and she felt herself a bit more at ease in the crowd. Lisbeth topped off her drink before scooting behind Grace. Besides, someone like Julian Kahn wouldn't even recognize their presence. So why did it matter? Even so, Lis pushed Grace forward first. Since it was Grace's idea and all. |
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| Ariella de Pointe du Lac | Jun 8 2015, 06:42:20 PM Post #20 | ||
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Why hadn't Ariella ever noticed how pretty Gwen was before? It was as if Ariella had never paid any mind to the brilliant brown of her hair, with streaks of glinting auburn. Or why hadn't Ariella mentioned how startling her eyes were, rimmed with long, dark lashes that most girls would have killed for? Gwen was a quiet beauty, the kind of girl that maybe didn't know just how good looking she actually was. Ariella was amazed. Where was Dave? Ariella pouted, wondering where he was, and who he was with. It's not like Ariella could ever compete. She was forever trailing after people who didn't really think twice about her. But there was Gwen. Ariella sighed, and plopped her head onto Gwen's shoulder. "Thanks for fixing my makeup. Harper probably wants me to look like a clown so that she can land all the guys." "I'm asexual," Harper barked, but she was watching everyone around her a little too excitedly for Ariella to believe her. Instead, Ariella snickered. "Sure, sure. Why don't you go chat over Juliekins?" Ariella hissed then, suddenly furious as she remembered what had happened earlier between Julian and Imogen. "Get your quality time before he leaves and Imogen pops up again. Thank God she's not coming tonight." "She's not?" asked Harper. "It's a Slytherin party," said Ariella, almost smug. Her head was still resting on Gwen. "She's not fucking stupid." |
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