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Post by blakeharperphoenix on Feb 6, 2010 0:42:47 GMT
 * and sometimes when i think about it...i realize that the world is going on with or without me.though she couldn't be positive why the charms professor had kicked her out of class, blake was almost sure that the reason was she had almost set a classmate on fire. there was a reason she was in slytherin, she could stand her own ground and she wasn't afraid to bitch someone out if she wanted to. "where are we going, miss phoenix?" a voice drawled out, making her look up at the potions master.
"uh, i got kicked out of charms and i'm walking around...?" she said, as if it was obvious and everyone should've known. blake wasn't very happy lately. she was stressing over end-of-term finals and she was learning quickly that first years get more and more annoying. she looked up at the professor to see he had already walked away, making her shrug and keep going. she didn't really have friends... actually, no one really talked to her ever. she could name on two hands how many conversations she'd had at Hogwarts in the past six years. that had to mean something... how sad was that? almost falling over when someone ran into her, blake looked up with a murderous look on her face, watching as the second year ran off with a scared face. blake smirked a little and kept walking, going out the front door and rolling her eyes as she sat on the ledge, looking out into the distance at the beautiful lake, covered in a thin coat of ice.
she had never been to a dance here, she had never been asked on a date... there was just nothing here for her anymore. she knew what she wanted to do when she got out in a year; she wanted to move to romania and work with dragons. she didn't need any good grades. she didn't need to stay here for another pointless year. sure, she was pretty smart when it came to defense against the dark arts and potions. she was even pretty good at transfiguration... but the only reason she would need any of that stuff is if someone attacked her. even then though, she'd rather use her fists. blake didn't really like using magic unless she had to. STATUS, complete
TAGGED, anyone!
WORD COUNT, 368
NOTES, i i swear, i usually write more than this! hope someone replies :3
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Post by likearose on Feb 6, 2010 19:27:14 GMT
  
she didn't know how long she had been there, maybe it was hours, maybe it was only minutes, but she had been there a while. a book rested on her lap, legs crossed in front of her as she sat on the ground, long, blonde, wavy hair pulled into a knot over her right shoulder. she could see the lake from here, and the sunlight, what little there was anyway, twinkled off of the rippling waters, as unknown creatures, to the students at least, continued on with their day below the surface, oblivious to everything going on just above them.
she had a good view of the side of the castle from here, and everything seemed, sort of peaceful. nothing had been peaceful in a while. the christmas dance, the arguments with Scorpius, and attempting to retain her dominance over the slytherin's, without her usual group was rather difficult. but, slowly, she was getting there. slowly. she was the princess, and a fight with her prince wasn't about to dethrone her.
jersey didn't know what time it was, she didn't know how long she'd been out here, she didn't know what day of the week it was, and she definitely didn't know the kid that wandered out, ignoring her completely. was it mentioned that she didn't like it either? book forgotten, she rose to her feet, using her hands to brush non-existent dirt from the front of her black jeans, heeled shoes clicking as she wandered over slowly, resting a hand on the girl's shoulder, she stared out across the river, a contemplative look on her face. the position she was in radiated authority, and, looking down at the girl under her hand, her mind whirled. she knew this girl. if only she could place her.
releasing her hand, she lowered herself to sit next to the girl, smiling. "Hey, I don't think I know you. I'm Jersey" she didn't believe that she needed to be introduced. all of the slytherin's either knew her by miss jones, or jersey, and the rest of the school knew her by face, if not by name, their preferable nicknames involving either ice, or bitch. but she didn't care. the people knew her, unlike this young girl.
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Post by blakeharperphoenix on Feb 9, 2010 19:11:00 GMT
* and sometimes when i think about it...i realize that the world is going on with or without me. Blake... well, Blake didn't like being snuck up on or touched, by anyone really. So when someone randomly came up behind her and put their hand on her, she automatically reached back and grabbed their hand, turning around to stare at the girl. She could tell before she turned around it was a female, her hands were small. And when she saw the girl, she knew she was a Slytherin, just by the look on her face. Blake dropped her hand and shook her head, "You don't touch someone who doesn't know you're not there. If I would've acted before I thought, you would probably be on the ground right now." she was bristling, really. But she decided to put her fangs away and try not to be the icy bitch she usually was. "Blake. Phoenix." [/color] There was no hesitation in her voice, no signs of being uncomfortable. She learned from a young age that if you act afraid, people will know you're afraid. And that was never ok with Blake. The sixth year Slytherin was hardly ever afraid anymore. Hell, she was a witch. You couldn't be afraid of anything at anytime if you wanted to survive in the real world. "You might want to leave me alone. I'm not sure who you are exactly, I know you're in my House. But that just makes me even more sure you should leave. What would your posse say if they knew you were hanging out with the outcast?"[/color] she asked coldly, turning again to stare at the lake and the grounds. "You're friends with all the people who hate me so much. I'm sure you must know who I am. For the past six years, whenever one of your friends pick on me, I punch them in the face or beat them up. Seems Slytherins don't care much for Mudbloods, even if they do belong in the same House."[/color] Except, Blake knew that wasn't true. Blake knew she was better than half the people in the school, including almost all of the Slytherins. Though she might have tainted blood or whatever they thought of it as, she knew she could do the same, if not better, magic than any of them. "I'm not trying to be cold towards you. If you're one of the few in our House that don't care how I am, then I guess I'll have to apologize. Hopefully you can understand why I'm being so defensive."[/color] Only one more year. Only one more year where she would be forced to deal with their taunting and their gestures. One more year where she could blast any one of them she saw in real life and not get detention. She could wait. She would gladly wait. Let's see how tough they are when she could do anything she wanted. Blake was a troubled girl, yes, but she was done playing petty games. The first two years, she had let lots of things slide. After her third year began, she decided enough was enough and took shit from no one. [/font][/size][/blockquote] STATUS, complete
TAGGED, jersey :]
WORD COUNT, 509
NOTES, i think if they really tried, even though blake is a muggle born, i think they could be good friends. :] they seem to both have a 'f u' attitude.
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