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Post by Deleted on Apr 26, 2010 22:29:38 GMT 1
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Ella wasn’t the most social girl in her year. Many other seventeen year olds, at Hogwarts especially, spent any free time they had with each other. They were under the impression that she thought she was too good to do friendy stuff with them (when it really was the opposite) because she had quidditch. And the second part of that was true, since Ella figured that playing quidditch was better than socializing with people. You trust people, they pretend to trust you, then they stab you in the back and hurt you. Enlarged tennis balls and quaffles and brooms and everything else Ella brought for quidditch couldn't do any of that, so the sport was most definitely better than people. And because that, there was nobody around for the one time that she was actually going to go out. Therefore, the Slytherin was stuck going to Hogsmeade alone….there wasn’t much to do at Hogwarts anyhow.
So, covering herself in an interesting combination of 'bite me' shorts, a 'free hugs' shirt and sweater, pink rubber boots, a white ball in her pocket, and a random bow in her hair, Ella left her common room. The corridors were fairly deserted, seeing how most students were either in their warm common rooms, or outside waiting to go to Hogsmeade….which meant that the blonde was late. Therefore, she set off at a quick walk/slow jog. The pockets of her jeans jingled, making it obvious that she had wizarding money to anybody who actually was in the castle. They wouldn't dare to steal from her. Even if they managed to somehow physically attack her, it wouldn't last long; Ella's intense quidditch training made it so her muscles were extremely strong. All she had to do was make a muscle and people would either faint or go running, to be overdramatic about it.
Slightly out of breath, Ella arrived outside….just in time for the professor to nod and say that she was on the list. The professor was one who knew her well, therefore, she didn’t have to ask for the name. Just after the professor finished reading off the names and such, the large group of students set off for Hogsmeade. That was when the Slytherin’s mind went to the clouds, as she imagined herself flying in the rain in the future she desired far too much, as a professional quidditch player.
It was only when she felt people behind her pushing and shoving their way through as they were finally free to roam around. Ella herself simply stopped to let everyone else through, but someone bumped into her as her mind flew into the clouds again.
tag: open, JOIN OR NOT GET COOKIES. words: 440. outfit: clicklyrics: faster kill pussycat by paul oakenfold and brittany murphy notes: somebody join. i have cookies.
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Post by damien on May 12, 2010 1:46:15 GMT 1
Damien checked all of his belongings in his trunk at the end of his bed, just to make sure everything was still there. He didn’t trust any of his dorm-mates, and he had no reason to. They were all manipulative. Everyone was manipulative. Why did anyone have to be truthful when they could get their way by lying? It didn’t make sense to him that anyone would ever tell the truth about anything. Damien certainly didn’t, for the most part. He rifled through his notebooks, not sure whether or not to leave them behind. He hesitated. He finally decided to pocket a nearly empty one and a spare quill and ink just in case. He closed his trunk and locked it, putting some extra charms upon it. If anyone was to open it, he would no doubt find out, unless they went to the Hospital Wing. Even still, Hogwarts seem to thrive on gossip, so he’d eventually hear about it.
He exited the Ravenclaw common room, ignoring everyone. Not like anyone bothered to try to talk to him anymore. He put his traveling cloak on as he walked. His perfectly shined shoes clicked on the stone floor as he walked. His back was straight and his posture was perfect. Everyone looked away as he walked, as if they were afraid to meet his hazel eyes. He reached the doors, and they checked his name off the list. He rolled his eyes at the wait. Yes, he had been the last to depart, but it didn’t mean they shouldn’t know by now that he went to Hogsmeade every time there was a trip there. Finally, he was nodded off, and he walked quickly. All he wanted to do was get to the Hog’s Head. The students seemed to bond together, and he pushed past most of them. He looked back at a group who swore at him, and he just cursed them under his breath, not even paying attention as he rapidly walked upon a blonde girl.
Damien knocked right into her, and he swore. He looked up at who it was, and recognized her for she was in his year. Ella Thomas. Pureblood, but blood traitor nonetheless from what he had seen. “Watch where you’re going, will you?” he growled at her. Word count: 382 [/size] |
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Post by Deleted on May 12, 2010 3:55:20 GMT 1
YOU KNOW WHERE THE WORLD IS AT [/font] , [/size][/color] - - - - - - - get what you want with your lucky eyes[/center]
Ella's random fantasy about being that professional Chaser she wanted to be was broken when someone bumped into her. Ella jumped a few feet in the air and turned around quickly, opening her mouth in preparation to either apologize or bitch. However she shut her tiny mouth when she realized who it was. It was that guy from Durmstrang, Damien Tulip, who was pretty creepy. He was in a few of her classes, but it's not like they had been assigned as partners for anything... yet. She looked around to see if anyone had seen her jump (thankfully, nobody felt the need to pay attention to her) to avoid looking up at him, before her stunning gaze met his.
“Watch where you’re going, will you?” he practically roared at her. Well, then. It's not like Ella had been going anywhere, he was the one that bumped into her. Ella blinked up at him a few times. "I wasn't going anywhere... you were the one that bumped into me. Remember? Or did you get a concussion? Poor thing..." she replied, the last part more sarcastic than actually caring, as a smirk formed on her lips. He couldn't just act like she was some pushover... she was only a pushover when she was completely wasted. And Damien wouldn't be able to get her like that unless he was very determined, which he probably wasn't, so he'd have to deal with her attitude.
"Did you get hurt anywhere else? I know bumping into girls can do a lot to a guy's body... and to his mind. You lose any brain cells? Or did you not have any to begin with?" Ella asked, her smirk getting larger as the insults kept pouring out of her lips. She was taking this a bit far, and she wasn't sure why. Perhaps it was just the tone in which he had told her to watch where she was going... the blonde could get extremely sensitive at times.
Ella took a few steps away from him so they were not invading each others' personal bubbles, her hand running through her long strands of blonde hair in false confidence. She really just wanted him to apologize and go away, perhaps her insults would do that... or her insults could make it even worse and cause an argument that might lead to a full-on fight. Hopefully it would not be the latter.
tag: damien. words: 399. outfit: clicklyrics: faster kill pussycat by paul oakenfold and brittany murphy notes: yeah, idk why she's being kinda bitchy xD
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Post by damien on May 12, 2010 4:21:42 GMT 1
Damien was going to continue on his way, for it had been a passing snide remark, for he hadn’t expected the blonde to reply. When he turned around again, his face was contorted into an amused anger. He was running behind schedule, and he was fully aware of it. It was making him extremely impatient, and this girl, this girl, was actually responding to him. Did she really have nothing better to do? He noticed she had no friends around her and wasn’t surprised. Who wanted to be friends with a large-mouthed blood traitor? Well, who really wanted friends in the first place?
"I wasn't going anywhere... you were the one that bumped into me. Remember? Or did you get a concussion? Poor thing..."
“Are you honestly speaking to me? Is this your attempt at being witty or clever? You were put in Slytherin, you don’t have such skills. This is what I hate about Slytherins. They think just because they’re supposedly cunning that it makes them intelligent. Show me one Slytherin on top of their class that hasn’t paid or slept their way there, and maybe I’d actually listen to what you have said,” Damien retorted, angrily. He was moving his arms as he spoke, seeming animated. Many people just passed by, giving him strange looks as they passed. They either found it odd that a Ravenclaw was telling off a Slytherin, or that someone was telling off Damien Tulips. Either way, the whole situation seemed strange, but no one stopped to stare.
"Did you get hurt anywhere else? I know bumping into girls can do a lot to a guy's body... and to his mind. You lose any brain cells? Or did you not have any to begin with?"
Damien laughed darkly at her comment. “You’re lecturing me about lacking brain cells? Last time I checked, you were the woman in this argument.”
Was Damien sexist? Yes. The only woman he ever respected was his mother, and that was simply for taking care of the girl he had raped and he had failed to do so himself. Women to him seemed irrational, and always let their emotions get the better of them. Besides, he always excelled over every woman he met intellectually. He had a hard time in classes like Transfiguration, with a woman like McGonagall as a professor. She was hard minded, and strict. He had learned that in his first week, and the worst he could do in his class was mumble to himself, for he couldn’t afford a bunch of detentions on his record. He had more important things to do.
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Post by Deleted on May 17, 2010 21:08:18 GMT 1
YOU KNOW WHERE THE WORLD IS AT [/font] , [/size][/color] - - - - - - - get what you want with your lucky eyes[/center]
“Are you honestly speaking to me? Is this your attempt at being witty or clever? You were put in Slytherin, you don’t have such skills. This is what I hate about Slytherins. They think just because they’re supposedly cunning that it makes them intelligent. Show me one Slytherin on top of their class that hasn’t paid or slept their way there, and maybe I’d actually listen to what you have said,” he said. Wow. He was a judgemental prick. And completely wrong. Ella wasn't sure if she counted as 'top of the class,' but if she was, then she definitely did not pay or sleep her way there. Besides, it's not like he was cunning... if he was, then wouldn't he be in Slytherin?
"Well obviously you're not as cunning as you think everyone else should be. Otherwise you would be in Slytherin. Slytherins usually have the bad reputation for being judgemental pricks, but it's really people like you. Not all people are the same just because they're in the same house." Ella retorted, running a hand through her hair as she simply glared at him carefully with her stunning blue eyes. After a few moments of glaring, her blue gaze wandered off to their surroundings. People were just walking by and giving them odd looks, like they were crazy for arguing about whatever they were arguing about. She had heard bad things about Damien, but he wouldn't be able to do anything in public without getting in extreme trouble.
“You’re lecturing me about lacking brain cells? Last time I checked, you were the woman in this argument.” Ella rolled her eyes at that. What a sexist asshole. She was almost completely certain that she was smarter than him; he had no idea what she had gone through, at least in her eyes, and therefore didn't know anything compared to what she knew. "I lack brain cells? You're the judgemental prick in this argument. Why don't you go off and try to convince the minister of magic that you're better than him and see what happens?" she muttered, now just wishing he'd just go away. Ella wouldn't let him have the last word, but if he could just take it and leave, then she'd be happy. But that probably wouldn't happen....
tag: damien. words: 379. outfit: clicklyrics: faster kill pussycat by paul oakenfold and brittany murphy notes: sorry it took forever, been busy and kinda pissed off.
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