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Post by nerina on May 14, 2010 1:59:53 GMT 1
  A young girl sat against the stone wall of the common room, her back pressed tight into the wall and her legs pulled to her chest, hugged tight by her arms. Her knuckles were turning white as she gripped the sides of her knees and her long brown hair fell over her face, hiding it from view. Had one looked close enough they would have noted the haunted and almost maddened look that adored her fine features as she watched those around her, wrapt up in the conversations that drifted in her direction like the scent of fresh cooked bread in the evening. She hummed to herself, the tune reminiscent of one she had heard during her childhood. She felt someone's eyes on her and shivered slightly, though it was not visible to anyone, not unless they knew her movements when she was uncomfortable. Her hands gripped a little tighter at her legs and she started rocking slightly, her humming increasing a little as she closed her eyes tight and tried to block out the feeling that she was being watched. She knew that people thought her mad or paranoid but that was what she wanted them to think. It was all a game to her and she just had to show everyone else how to play along.
She could hear footsteps beside her as the portrait opened and slammed shut, the familiar scent of musk and cinnamon wafting towards her. A slight grin broke onto her face, Lazarus had entered. The middle triplet was rarely outspoken but he didn't need to say a word for Nerina to know that it was him. As quickly as the familiar, and somewhat calming, scent had entered the room, it disappeared, and she assumed that he had made his way upstairs to his dormitory or something like that. She knew that Dimitri was not too far away, neither of the boys liked Nerina being out of their sight, not since that event. She dropped her head to her knees and ceased her rocking, feeling the cool stone of the wall behind her soak through her sweater and onto her skin. Her hair fell over her knees shielding her entire face from view and the chatter in the room began to die down as the various occupants up and left or moved to another part of the common room to complete their homework. The room was finally peaceful and she allowed herself to relax slightly.
No sooner had her shoulders dropped, they tensed again. The sensation of an unfamiliar hand on her shoulder made her entire body tense as she shifted into alert mode. She refused to move, afraid that if she did her worst fears would be confirmed and she would be without the protection of her brothers. Her breathing hitched slightly but not enough for it to be noticable before she caught control of it once more.
rp time;; saturday, around midday
rp location;; slytherin common room
character wearing;; simple and easy
top lyrics from;; UB40 - riddle me
word count;; 487
tagged;; open
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Post by meda on May 18, 2010 22:37:26 GMT 1
The Slytherin Common Room, in all honesty, gave Meda the creeps. The stone walls were cold and lifeless, the emerald green banners and hangings that were draped limply on the walls were simply too thick, too professional. Everything was the same shade of jade; so boring, so impersonal. She’d always wanted to bring life to the wide-open, hollow place.
The only sound in the place was the chatter of other people. Their snide comments and laughter echoed off the high ceiling, giving everything an eerie, far-off sound to it. She didn’t like the way it sent shivers down her spine, chilled her to the bone and made her want to run away and hide. By nature, she wasn’t a very cowardice person, but when other Slytherins were set into the mix, she would cower in a corner.
Because, even though she’d never tell one of them, she feared the lot of them. They all gave her the uh-oh feeling with their spine-chilling smiles. Although her gut told her not to talk to them, even that feeling was overridden by her overly-cultivated need to help people. And frankly, who needed more help than a group of sadistic, psychotic Slytherins bent on being as cruel to the rest of the student body as possible?
And so Meda tried her best to talk to them. Most of the time, they’d just give her a menacing glare, even if she tried striking up a conversation multiple times. Word had gotten around long ago that Meda wasn’t really like the rest of them. That she fraternized with Muggle-borns and half-bloods like no body’s business. In fact, most of her friends were in those two categories. And to those who had been living in a hole for the past six years and didn’t know about her deemed uncivilized ways could see from the way she dressed that she wasn’t really a pureblood elitist like the rest of them. Her fashion sense reeked of Muggle. Therefore, most of the other Slytherins wouldn’t even look at her, even when she tried her best.
But some would. And every time she had any conversation whatsoever with those people, she felt better. If she could inject some light into their lives, then maybe they wouldn’t have to always be so terrible to everyone else. She never got surly with any of them, even if they insulted her and tried to bring her down. Sunny was one thing she knew how to be. Besides, patience with such people was what was really necessary, and patience was definitely something she had.
So, when Meda entered the Common Room and spotted a girl rocking herself gently on the floor, she couldn’t help but feel a pang in her heart. The girl looked do lonely, so lost; someone who definitely needed a friend. But perhaps the girl didn’t want anyone to talk to her. No matter, Meda had already made up her mind.
She slid down the wall next to the girl, her short legs stretching out in front of her as she finally reached a sitting position next to the girl. She arranged her dress for a brief moment, before turning to the girl, her hands clasped together lightly in her lap. Meda pushed aside a curtain of her dark hair, before turning to the girl next to her and examining her. She was tongue-tied for a moment, something very uncharacteristic of a great talker like herself. But eventually, she found words.
“Sorry to bother you, but you looked lonely, so I figured I’d…”
Meda trailed off midsentence. What? Interrupt? She looked at her hands for a moment before beginning her chattering again.
”You’re Nerina right? I’m not sure if we’ve met before. I’m Meda…but you probably already knew that.”
words ; six-hundred & twenty-seven outfit ; here !tag ; nerina silvanus other ; nope. [:
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