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 Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2009 6:41 am
Je m'appelle Christophe! Ça va? I wake up every evening
With a big smile on my face
And it never feels out of place. Christophe cast a glance over at the girl who had stared and smirked at them. How rude! He felt like saying something about it but he figured that getting in trouble again would be pointless. She was also being mean to some girl. Chris recgonized the girl they were talking to, she was in his year. The rude girl looked younger too. "Ze bell rang. Monsieur Caretaker eez grumpy today, incase you vere planning to go out. No need to be so rude about it." He said boredly. Not that he was bored, the girl was snotty and he didn't want to deal with her.
"Good. I'd go nuts in zat place." Christophe replied. He really would, having to be around a bunch of kids smarter than you were all the time must have been annoying. He barely cared about his studies anyways, always did just enough to pass. The red head didn't even know what he wanted to do after school. "I'm a 'alfblood. From my father's side." He said carefully, trying to remember if Richard had any wizard blood in his family at all. He didn't care if people knew, let them try bothering him for it. They'd all learn eventually. "Guess eet's all my personality." Chris concluded. His personality was a mix up of things, somewhere in there had to be some slytherin. When you see my face
I hope it gives you hell, I hope it gives you hell
When you walk my way,
I hope it gives you hell, I hope it gives you hell <3
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2009 6:22 pm
The instant she heard the red-headed boy speaking to her, her attention snapped his way. She tossed her perfectly curled chocolate brown hair over her shoulder and sent her most icy glare his way. "Excuse me," she responded, dragging out the words with every ounce of sarcasm she could muster, which in turn made her British accent thicker than usual, "but I don't believe I was talking to you. And just who do you think you are, telling me how to act? I can be as rude as I please."
The fourth year also couldn't help the fact she heard his response to the girl she had so far left alone aside from the smirk when she;d first walked in. He was a half-blood. A half-blood in Slytherin! It took all her strength to bite back the retort she had, since - as she tended to conveniently 'forget' - she was a half-blood herself. Just because she'd never known the Muggle that had cursed her with her horrid blood status didn't change it. That was something Makala had to remember.
Know what you are hiding. It makes it all the easier. Her mother's words rang out in her head. They were the woman's favorite words of advice; she always said them right before Makala got on the train at the beginning of each year. So instead of continuing her round of shots at the boy, she turned and sat back down in the chair she had previously occupied, staying silent.
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2009 6:51 pm
Seamus whipped his head around to stare at the French boy who had brought on Makala's wrath. Fool. However, his attention intensified when he heard the word 'half blood". His face darkened. What a waste. He moved to M's chair and stood behind it, silently supporting his woman. Not that there was any woman who wasn't his woman, or at least had potential, according to him. In this circumstance however, his alliances would not be with the halfbreed.
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 6:03 pm
Je m'appelle Cécile Daria I am lost... Cécile stalked into the common room with an armful of books, her bag annoyingly banging against her small thigh. She plopped down in a chair, a few seats down from a red-headed boy and a few other studens, seeming to have a verbal argument. She sat down and complained, in a quiet speaking voice "J'ai detesté ma devoirs!" She cursed as she pulled out a stack of parchment, to start writing a few essays due. She then turned to the fourth year girl and spoke to her through her accent "Eef you are not going tu be nice, zen go away, s'il vous plait." She spoke rudely, to try and make her be a little quieter, so that she could finish her homework.
Cécile then realized that the red-headed boy was a fellow french student, and she greeted him the french way, Two kisses on each cheek, and a smile. "Ah, Christophe. Ca va?" She smiled at him as she placed her books on the floor, writing out an intricate Potions title on her parchment, as she began, all while smiling at her fellow student....But I will be found
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 3:31 pm
A small smile spread across Makala's face as Seamus stood behind the chair she was sitting in, knowing he had joined her side in the small verbal battle her and the red head were having. But just a second later, a third girl spoke, who had yet to do so before. The fourth year's eyes narrowed and snapped to her. She looked her over briefly, putting her in about sixth year. A frustrated exhale was heard from the Slytherin before she spoke. "Learn how to speak english won't you?" she snapped. "Merlin it's difficult to understand all you French people. Why aren't you crowding up Beauxbatons?" The fact she was currently the youngest student in the room, and all but one of them were against her, didn't matter to Makala. She was going to stand her ground, not letting anyone tell her what to do or chastize her for her behaviour.
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 4:28 pm
Lacesette Mostlee
Down the hall, Lacey slammed the door open. The ancient door frame creaked as it came back into place. It looked as if the hinges where going to fall off after one blow. Lacey dragged her duffle bag on the ground, figuring that she was in the common room. Her icy eyes looks around the room, seeing every person here. :New people, oh no..: She quickly covered her face with her thick black hair. :Hopefully...: She thought. :Nobody noticed the door:. Behind her was her pet cat ,Delta, already looking at the new surroundings, she saw a mouse and scared it with one pathetic meow "Won't you hush up?!?" Lacesette said through clenched teeth
((Image of Lacey is in siginiture!))
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 5:02 pm
Je m'appelle Cécile Daria I am lost... Cécile turned from Christophe, and turned back to the fourth year. She then snorted a little and laughed to her face. "Bauxbatons eez for unfortunate French cheeldren. I am from a reech family." She spoke rudely, through her accent. But she did take offense to the English Comment. "I do not think you know zat I am a seexth year, LEETTLE girl, and I know English very well, I just have an accent." She spoke, finishing a final sentence in her Potions essay and throwing the parchment in her backpack. She stared at the girl hard and rudely with her icy blue eyes. Another hearty laugh escaped the French Slytherin girl before she took her seat again and started playing Solitare with herself, for the time being....But I will be found
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 5:19 pm
Delta had begun to climb up onto the book shelfs, exploring every nook and cranny that she could find. Unfourtunetly she had dropped several of the books on The younger girl "Oh my... Sorry about that!! Delta thinks that the world revolves around her..." She grimaced at the cat, who shrug back from her gaze. Lacey started to pick up the old books
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Eloquent Conversationalist
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 5:47 pm
At the sight, and sound of the drama unfolding, Ascella froze. Her eyes slowly slithering from Seamus, to Mikala, to Christophe, and back around again.
Her lips did nothing but stay there, and without word, Ascella tried to keep her expression as blank as possible. That is, until two more people entered the common room. Both of them looking extremely different, yet the one in blond looked strikingly similar to herself. Dammit.
As she herd her speak, Ascella faltered, her arms that were formerly locked, grabbed tighter to the couch as her knees gave. With only a few moments of her composure lost, Ascella kept her expression blank, though as she watched the blond girl come over and kiss Christophe on the cheek, her eyebrows raised one by one, almost looking disgusted.
Another french girl. Why could I not have been alone on this one, she is blond like myself, fair skinned, light eyes, and pale. If I wasn't short we would be twins. Dammit all to hell.
Her posture was regained, and Ascella moved to go sit on a chair by one of the fireplaces, as far away from everyone else as possible. The beaubatons comment made her rather irritated. Ascella's sister had attended beaubatons for two years before transferring, and learned how to be a lady. Maybe this girl could benefit from the mannerism class herself. At the little girl comment, Ascella was rather angered, the contempt in the other french girl made her grit her teeth.
"I will not tolerate this kind of behavior. She is not a 'Leettle girl.'" The last two words in her statement were mocking her accent, considering that Ascella had the british accent down pat, and could still speak french.
"Makala is not someone to look down upon because she is younger. If you want not to be looked down upon yourself, you'd better wise up, for you are a 'leetle girl' to me. I may be small, but I am a seventh year, and have more experience with magic than you do. I can guarantee. I know Seamus might not particularly like me, but on this he will indeed back me up on this." Her eyes were rumpled into a frown that could almost be considered unholy. Who knows, maybe it was the amount of french people showing up, maybe it was PMS, or maybe Ascella just knew that she would have to grow a backbone someday, but whatever it was, Ascella was over the edge.
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 6:13 pm
Makala grinned Cécile's direction. "I believe Ascella said it just as well as anyone else could." She was extremely pleased yet another seventh year was taking her side, at least with something. She glanced at the cat that had jumped onto the bookshelves, but otherwise ignored it until several books came crashing down on her head. "Ow!" she screamed, covering her head and jumping up. "What the hell - ?" she managed to blurt out, looking towards the cat. Then the newest girl in the common room spoke, apologizing for the cat's behaviour. She let her arms fall and smoothed out the green skirt she wore. "Please just dont let that happen again," Makala responded, finding this girl easier to be nice too, as she had yet to anger the fourth year. She touched a spot on her head and winced, already able to feel a small bump where the corner of one particularly heavy book had struck her.
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 6:21 pm
Je m'appelle Cécile Daria I am lost... Cécile just turned away from Makala and Ascella, a frown crumpling her smooth complexion. "I vas just trying to make her a better student, but I guess she could care less." She huffed, brushing her hair over her shoulder at Makala, but then trying to stifle a giggle, although it didn't work very well when Makala got knocked on the head by some books. 'Zat eez vhat rude people get." She said softly under her breath, doubting that anyone heard that unless they were standing inches from her. She was enraged by Ascella though. "Vell, I am not a leetle girl eizer, I am a seexth year, excuse-moi madamoiselle. And, I would not doubt zat you are a seventh year, but eet iz not my fault if people do not take other people's opinions into consideration. I vas merely trying to help. And, I am quite vise, merci beaucoup." She huffed again as she scooped up her books and placed them in her back, closing her bag and shoving it under the table as she sank into her chair again, ignoring everyone else and continued her game of Solitare. ...But I will be found
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 6:32 pm
Ascella could not stifle a smile as Makala was hit in the head either. I may be sticking up for her, but that is funny for anyone. I would laugh if Kale got hit. Oh, hell, I know I wouldn't.
"If you are not a little girl as you insist, than grow up, and stop acting like one. Snide comments and rude looks get you no where. I'm not talking to just you either, Makala, snide comments just dims you down. We're slytherin, we're above all that nonsense. Or I would like to think." Her voice softened as she looked over towards Makala, part of her warming up to her fellow slytherin, no matter how young she was.
Ascella flashed Christophe a 'your friends with that' look, before returning her attention to, well, nothing really.
I have no homework, I have no letters to write, I have nothing. Goodness, I need something to do, I have read that damn Louis Carroll book four times already. I know the lines, I know the pictures, I know everything about it.
Slinking herself into her seat, Ascella rested her head on her fist, the front of her head just starting to throb. This isn't an attack, it doesn't feel like one. I'm good.
With a sigh, Ascella closed her eyes, her face parallel to the table, her obvious dismay out for everyone to see. I don't really want to deal with this. Whatever happened t Kathos, or Mell? I miss my friends. Most of all, I miss Dexter. Those strong arms, the smell. I love him, I really do. Yet, I can never think of him as my lover, more my brother. I really do love him. I wish he was here so I could just crawl into his arms and cry. Or just inhale the scent of his deodorant.
After a few silent moments, Ascella's eyes shot open, her form not faltering one bit.
Goodness, I am crazy.
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Eloquent Conversationalist
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 8:07 pm
His mouth puckered at Ascella's indirect address to him. He wasn't certain he wanted to be aligned with her, but he was curious to see how this would play out. The French girl did little to peak his interest, so the outcome mattered little. Seamus stepped deftly back from the cascading books, making a grab from M's arm and missing. She jumped up, unscathed and Seamus let a small sigh of relief escape his lips. He wouldn't want a mess. "Making her a better student by waiving your wealthy heritage in her face? You must have not been rich long, Mademoiselle, or else you would have been raised to let the name speak for itself. And the affected accent is daft really." He frowned deeply, knowing full well that his own upbringing had called for his name to stand for itself, a well brought up child would never hang their worth on bragging, it was a pride thing.
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 8:14 pm
Je m'appelle Christophe! Ça va? I wake up every evening
With a big smile on my face
And it never feels out of place. Christophe ad been about to respond, just something to block the girl out because she seemed content to leave him alone for the moment. He'd noticed their face when he said the word halfblood, it amused him. Pureblood families were so rare nowadays, they had no choice but to accept more 'mixed blood' wizards. Then someone else had to get involved. She was french obviously. Is Ascella thought his accent was bad, this girl's accent must have been horrible. "Excuse me?" Christophe said as she apprently knew his name and decided to greet him in the french way. He never did that to anyone, it was embarrassing.
They all started yelling, at which point the red head withdrew into his own thoughs. He had been having a conversation with someone, and had planned to go back to that conversation. Cecile was ruder than the other girl, he almost felt sorry for her with all the yelling, she even got hit by some books. The teen had to bit his lip quite hard to keep from laughing. Ascella's anger surprised him, so much slytherin from such a small person! "Regarder votre colère" Christophe said, knowing two other people would understand him. If a prefect or something woke up and found them bickering they'd all get in trouble. The comment wasn't meant to anger anyone more. Maybe it was time to go to bed? Or he could sleep in the common room. Upon the look Ascella gave him he shrugged. He barely knew the girl, only her name. She just thought she knew him. Christophe's attention was caught again as Seamus spoke. Now because of cecile, he'd be mocked for having an accent. They were all doing it. With a small sigh he settled down into his chair more, perfectly ready to fall asleep. He didn't think there was anything he was supposed to do, falling asleep would be fine. When you see my face
I hope it gives you hell, I hope it gives you hell
When you walk my way,
I hope it gives you hell, I hope it gives you hell <3 (( Sorry this is so short, I'm pretty tired. If it doesn't make sense or something I'll fix it tomorrow.
Oh right,
Regarder votre colère - Watch your anger.
Watch your temper didn't make much sense to so I did that instead. ))
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