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 Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 8:20 pm
.:Lacesette Mostlee:. "Will do... sorry again, I'm Lacesette Mostlee by the way" She let a small pathetic wave towards the girl. Lacey quietly looked at the rest of the people in the room. She choked on her breath lettng out a small sigh. Maybe she just didn't relate well to others. Delta had let out a satisfied growl with the books falling and begun to make herself comfy "Stupid cat..." She scoffed. Lacey was out of being an optimist today. She put all the books back into the shelfs, every so often studing the front cover. :Maybe everythings going to be a fine here!: Her little voice in her head chanted
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 8:25 pm
Seamus watched the half blood scold Ascella and almost smiled. He knew very little French, having lived there only two months, but he got the gist. He was most fluent in English of course, and Norwegian. He had spent four years in Norway, some of the best. He turned his attention back to the argument at hand. Although he was still on the fence, Acella was a girl, and Slytherin, and thusly gave her the potential to belong to him. "..Thank you for that Acella." There. That was a bit friendly, yeah?
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 8:34 pm
.:Lacesette Mostlee:. Lacey finished putting the books back into place. Grabbing her duffle bag she managed to bump into another person. :No blood, no foul...: She thought as she looked up to see a 7th year boy "Sorry about that..." Lacey looked fast at the ground, trying to avoid another gaze. :The joy of clumsiness, at the wrong moment: she thought. She had picked up her things and decided to explore the rest of the campus
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 9:00 pm
The door to the girls bathroom swung open quietly as a seventh year carefully and quietly stepped out. She carried a folded bundle of clothing under her arm and a small basket of toiletries; toothbrush and toothpaste, hand towel, face wash and the like. Slipping silently into the girls dormitory, she deposited that days uniform into her dirty linens bag. Kit, who had been sleeping on her bed, perked an ear when her owner came in. With a stretch and a yawn, the fox was up and starring at Morgan expectantly. The red head smiled as she put away her bathroom supplies. She scratched Kit behind the ears for a moment before grabbing some parchment and a quill. "Ce mai faci? Let us go write to Mama si Tata." The little fennec fox leaped from the bed and nosed his way out of the door, Morgan following.
The odd pair made their way into the bustling common room. Kit made herself right at home. She hopped up onto the nearest table and sat statuesque, observing the other students. Morgan pulled out a chair and made herself comfortable, easily folding her legs underneath her. She was in her pajamas, as this time of night tended to call for. The outfit consisted of simple black pants that hung loosely off her hips and a forest green tank top.From her seat, she could see the vast majority of the common room and its inhabitants. She placed the letter supplies on the table near Kit, who promptly sniffed them before resuming her observations.
Morgan gave the other students in the common room a once over. She recognized most. When her gaze fell on Seamus, she nodded to him in greeting. Theirs was a awkward friendship, but a friendship nonetheless.
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Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2009 5:57 pm
Makala had stayed silent for a bit - which was quite rare for her during an argument. She nodded and smiled slightly at the girl whose cat had dropped the books on her, just to further show there were no hard feelings. "Nice to meet you, Lacesette." She turned to Ascella. "I'm sorry if I've offended you in any way with my behaviour," she said. "I suppose I just tend to get rude when others are rude to me." Of course, it was only slightly the truth. She would never back down from a verbal challenge, as she took every snide comment that went her way. But she also enjoyed picking on others, whether they had done anything to her or not. As a Vaine, her mother had always taught her that very few were above her; the rest were far below.
As Seamus spoke, she snickered. "He is right. Those born to privledge do not flaunt their wealth, they simply let the name do all the flaunting for them." Cocking her head to the side in interest, she asked Cécile, "Just what is your name, dare I ask?" Her gaze quickly went to the girl who had just entered in her pajamas, but went straight back to the French girl, as the other was of no interest to her.
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Posted: Thu Apr 23, 2009 5:33 pm
Je m'appelle Cécile Daria I am lost... Cécile smiled, and disregarded all the comments about wealth. She wasn't brougth up that way, In France, or at least her mother said, they were too dumb to figure out what level of wealth you had, so you had to say it. But she didn't flaunt anything, merely that she was older. She turned and smiled a somewhat pleasent smile at the girl, Makala, whom she had just quarreled with, after letting Christophe go. "I vill save you ze trouble of ze French words, and say zat my name eez Cécile." She smiled at Makala, as she finished her game of Solitare and stuck the cards back into the box, which she hastily threw back into her bag. "J'ai trés fatigue!" She spoke as she stifled a yawn....But I will be found ((J'ai trés fatigue=I'm very tired))
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Posted: Sat Apr 25, 2009 5:25 pm
Makala rolled her eyes impatiently. "Ok? That tells me absoultely nothing," she snapped. When she had asked for the girl's name, she had really meant the last name, so as to determine exactly if she'd heard of the family or not, and what she knew about them, if anything. "Last name. Otherwise I'll never be able to prove whether you really are as rich as you say, or if you're simply lying to get respect of whatever it is you want." Her voice betrayed the irritation she had of having to explain herself - for most, they would know what she was talking about. "For example, my last name is Vaine." She waited for a response to this, though figured this Cécile was too caught up in her own wealth to know of any other family.
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Posted: Sun Apr 26, 2009 12:56 pm
Je m'appelle Cécile Daria I am lost... Cécile put her bag on the chair, thinking to herself. 'Since when did I talk about my wealth? I vas talking about vhat year I vas in...' She thought to herself as she just shrugged her shoulders. She became irritated as well, but the last name sounded familiar. "I zink my fazzer has mentioned your last name before, and my last name eez Fornsway. Pleasure to meet you." She finished as she smiled slightly, laughing in her mind at her last remark as she pulled out a quill, quickly scribbled a note to herself to check the library for a book on a project tomorrow, and stuck the note on the outer pocket of her bag, placing her quill away as well. She sank happily into the chair as she watched the stars slowly pop out of the darkness, one by one, while deciding whether or not to stay up a while longer....But I will be found
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Posted: Sun Apr 26, 2009 7:23 pm
At the name Cecile gave, Seamus rolled his eyes again. "Fornsway." He had heard of them, although not much. Figures. He decided against getting involved in this particular argument, and leaned back against the chair Makala had vacated after being attacked by the literature. He was half hoping that Makala might punch the french girl, he had been angered by her Beauxbaton's remark. Jana's parents, his aunt and uncle, would never allow her to go to a place with a standing such as Cecile had given it. Never mind that she had been asked to leave, it was still an uneducated remark.
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Posted: Sun Apr 26, 2009 8:39 pm
Apparently Morgan had entered into a hostile environment. But then again, it was a rare day when the Slytherin common room didn't hold some sort of tension. As Kit busied herself by chewing on the feathered end of the redhead's quill, Morgan listened to the other girls talking. A battle of heritage seemed to be taking place. Morgan was all too familiar with the reactions that could come with the knowledge of surnames. Her father had taken Dalca, his mothers maiden name, as his own when he became an adult. The name Vladimirescu was much more well known and respected but had quite the rumor attached to it. Morgan herself planned to keep Dalca as her name, but her brother had reclaimed his proper heritage after he graduated Durmstrang.
Gently pulling the now soggy quill from Kit's mouth, the seventh year began her letter to her parents. She wrote in her native Romanian, as she almost always did. While busy writing, she kept an ear to the conversation in the room. Cecile's accent was thick, but understandable. Morgan generally hid her Romanian accent in conversation, unless talking to close friends.
Kit, miffed at having her toy taken away, jumped lightly from the table and made her way over to Seamus where she promptly sat on his foot and swatted him about the ankle with her front paws.
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Posted: Mon Apr 27, 2009 4:50 pm
Je m'appelle Cécile Daria I am lost... Cécile nodded as Seamus repeated her first name, but she couldn't think of anything necessary to say, so she just smiled again. She sank down in her chair again, watching as Kit wandered, and a few other students were left awake before bed. She pushed her bag back and forth on the carpet with her foot, all while reading a small Shakespeare novel, as she curled her legs to her chest while she read. She was curled in a ball in her chair, the book between her thighs, her thick, glossy blonde hair curled on her shoulders as she just sat there quietly, reading, while trying to decide when she wanted to go off to bed....But I will be found
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Posted: Mon Apr 27, 2009 4:53 pm
Feeling a pressure on his leg, Seamus looked down to discover Morgan's.. pet.. seated on his foot. It was so completely out of left field, in the middle of such a tense situation, that he nearly burst into laughter. He managed to reign it in enough that only a chuckle came through. "Nice shoes yeah? Don't go mucking them up." He would have touched it, but didn't want to risk getting bitten. It was Morgan's after all, and he was a bit afraid of running the same risk with her.
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Posted: Mon Apr 27, 2009 6:43 pm
Makala pressed her lips together to avoid laughing aloud when the name 'Fornsway' was mentioned. But in an effort to not completly insult the sixth year, she held back the snicker rising in her throat. Once she managed to contain herself, she spoke. "Oh, is that so? Just what has your father said?" She was, indeed, interested in what sort of things were floating around about her family. She continued without waiting a response. "I've heard of the Fornsways...when my mother is telling me who we don't want to be like."
Then her sights set on the animal sitting on Seamus's foot, swatting at his ankles. She was unable to contain herself at the situation, in the middle of the quite hostile enviroment. A laugh escaped her, and she nearly doubled over with it. "Nice cat, is it yours?" she asked through her laughter, looking to Morgan.
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Posted: Mon Apr 27, 2009 9:40 pm
The redhead looked up from her letter when Seamus spoke. Unsure whether to laugh or scold Kit, Morgan just smiled and set down her quill. "Come here, Kit." Kit looked at her blankly, merely recognizing her voice, but not the words. Morgan sighed and repeated herself, this time in Romanian. "Vino aici." Her pet followed orders, hopping into Morgan's lap.
Morgan smiled at Makala, amused that she was amused. "Thank you. Yes, Kit is mine. But she is not a cat." She paused to tug gently on Kit's large ears. "She is a fennec fox. Though I think sometimes even she forgets." Kit liked to hang around with the other students cats when she was not with her owner.
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Posted: Mon Apr 27, 2009 9:44 pm
Seamus though about Figaro, and felt a pang of guilt. He hadn't seen him in so long. He would go to the owlry tomorrow and wait for him, it was decided. They were still figuring out how to get on with one another. He gave a smile as Kit released his limb and returned to Morgan. The fox wasn't all bad. So far. "What was it you called her in? I don't recognize it, and I can at least recognize a good deal. It sounded a little Russian? Mayhaps."
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