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Post by florence dorian flyte on Oct 24, 2010 19:37:18 GMT
 I WANNA SAY HERE'S TO ME TO CHANGE THE WORLD NOW[/color] i wanna play 'til they're kicking down the door it'll be alright as i ain't seen it all and imma holding[/font] TIGHT TO THAT NIGHT WE HAD A BALL WE HAD A BALL [/color] here's to the kids out there smoking on the streets they're way too young but i'm too old to preach[/font][/center] Mid-October evenings at Hogwarts were among the best of the year, so Florence thought. It was crisp and cool, the sun was setting and blends of orange, gold, blue and pink melted across the sky as the sun set at around six o'clock. Thanks to a wonderful wizarding invention Florence never missed a sunset. In a muggle book she'd read as a child a little boy watched sunsets when he was sad, and she thought that it was a part of the day where she could sit alone, perhaps smoke on a cigarette once in a while, and contemplate life, death, school and everything else, unimportant or not. Today she'd sat for twenty minutes watching, her bum becoming pretty much numb on the stone path that snaked along the ancient building. She was pretty sure that it had been raining the previous day, so she wasn't taking any chances on the grass in the... she supposed that you could call them shoes... that she was wearing.
In addition to her normal routine, developed since she arrived at Hogwarts three months previously, today was of some importance. Her mother had sent her a pair of high heels to try and break her out of 'this tomboy faze' that she suspected Florence was going through, and was insisting that she learn to walk in them in time for the parents open day next month. They were hideous contraptions, and Florence had put off trying them on for as long as possible. She had made her bed after lying on it, finished two books and done all her homework. She'd even offered to do favours for her fellow Gryffindors, but to no avail. She had walked carefully down from the seventh floor in her bare feet, wincing at every step on the cold stone floor, with the heels held by their heels almost behind her back, god forbid that anyone see her doing something as ridiculous as this. Her curly blonde hair was tied back with the shorter sections at the front flopping down and framing her striking face, but she held her head down and looked at the floor- a motion most unlike her normal self.
So. After observing the sunset and watching the light seep out from the grounds, Florence looked warily round the lawn, deciding finally that there was no one there. Next came the shoes, and as she slipped them on she took care to grasp the wall; lest she fall and look like even more of a fucking moron. This heel thing was ruining her image. She liked skirts, but only with thick black tights and comfortable footwear. This was not her idea of fun.
But they soon were on, and after wriggling her toes around to try and get her feet comfortable (let's face it, she eventually resigned herself to the fact that it wasn't going to happen!) , she took her first tentative steps. Slowly, and walking in an awkward fashion, she wobbled around the path, yelping a little every here and there (not that she was overdramatic at all) and eventually succumbing and leaning against the wall, alternating lifting her feet up to give them some respite. On the next try she was more inclined to run- it looked stupid but it was let painful at least- and when she tried walking again her feet just wouldn't go the right way, and she stumbled, falling face first into the grass. She muttered a few expletives, then immediately reprimanded herself. She considered getting up, but on the other hand, she had the choice to remain on the grass, which was better than the pain that awaited her feet. So, she closed her eyes and just let herself fall fully into the wet grass. It was a little chill, but apparently that didn't bother her- even though her jacket lay crumpled against the stone wall. In her head she was singing along to muggle songs, and humming to herself. She probably looked a little insane, but that suited her, she supposed. [/size][/font][/center] [/color][/b] open! OUTFIT hereMUSIC Kings of Leon <3 WORDS 6 7 4 sorry! NOTES My first RP in a while! I hope it's okay (: A bit of a mental end, but forgive me? [/size][/font][/ul] |
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Post by analeigh taryn avery on Nov 21, 2010 20:36:33 GMT
 I wanna feel reckless, wanna live it up just because
i wanna feel weightless 'cause that would be enough
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/i][/font] Sitting comfortably on the armchair, in the Slytherin Common Room, the blonde curled into herself as she let out a yawn. Today had been one of those days where Analeigh really wanted to hit someone - it was that bad. Everyone and everything were doing their best to make her annoyed and become rather angry. She didn’t know what it was, but even the slightest thing made the blonde tip over the edge. Maybe tomorrow would be a better day? So Analeigh hoped. Days like these were not days that she enjoyed, the Slytherin felt frustrated. At this moment in time the blonde was feeling alright but that was only because she was in the quiet Common Room. Analeigh was pretty sure that someone would come waltzing in and disturbing her. It would have been a good idea for her to head to her bed…but the blonde did not want an early night – to her it was lame. Analeigh was the type of girl that would spend her whole night outside if she wanted to. There were days where she wanted to just remain out in the night with the shinning stars above her head. The Slytherin may have been a girl that didn’t really care about romance and all those ‘lovey dovey’ things like that, but she did find the stars to be attractive.
When Analeigh was a little girl her mother would constantly tell her that the stars held a different story. The young Slytherin could remember it clearly: her mum would hold the small girl close to her and gently sway as she quietly whispered into her ear about all of the stars up in the sky. Analeigh’s mum would do this until she fell asleep. Those were the moments that the blonde really missed. She would do anything to be back to the person that she used to be, but that Analeigh was long gone and this … Slytherin version was the only one left behind. No one could change the girl she had become and part of Analeigh loved the girl that she was – the Slytherin part of her. However, the blonde sometimes wished she had been different.
The young Slytherin groaned as she sat up from the armchair and stared at the ground below her. She despised thinking about soppy things like that and the only way to stop herself was by putting her attention onto something else. This something was going to have to be the outdoors, staying inside was going to really start bugging the girl. Analeigh rushed towards the door and thought about where she was going to go. One thing she knew was that she was not going somewhere with crowds of people – they were the catalyst for her problems.
Stepping out onto the grass the blonde looked into the distance and watched a figure moving around. Analeigh had to think for a moment to try and guess who this person was. Of course it was definitely a girl. The Slytherin slowly walked towards the stranger and as she got closer Analeigh found out who it was. Her name was Florence and she was one of those Gryffindors. A small smirk appeared on Analeigh’s face while she watched the girl fall flat on her face. Now this was definitely going to take her mind off things. ”Exactly where you Gryffindors belong” Analeigh spat out as she eyed the young girl that remained on the grass. That definitely sounded very harsh but of course Analeigh did not care at all. To be honest she was not in the mood to care.
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tag: florence
status: done
word count: 600
outfit: click
muse: olly murs <333
lyrics: all time low - weightless
banner: me
notes: your post was amazing! >.< im sorry a part of that was ramble.
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Post by florence dorian flyte on Dec 3, 2010 19:59:24 GMT
I WANNA SAY HERE'S TO ME TO CHANGE THE WORLD NOW [/color] i wanna play 'til they're kicking down the door it'll be alright as i ain't seen it all and imma holding[/font] TIGHT TO THAT NIGHT WE HAD A BALL WE HAD A BALL [/color] here's to the kids out there smoking on the streets they're way too young but i'm too old to preach[/font][/center] "Ooh, someone's feeling sarky tonight!" Florence said sarcastically as she looked up, spitting some grass out of her mouth at the same time, looking very unladylike- not what her mother intended when she'd bought these heels. Her fringe and tendrils of hair that previously framed her face were now plastered to her cheeks thanks to the dew on the grass. As much as Florence didn't care much about her appearance, she was pretty sure that this was not the pose she wanted to be caught in by Analeigh- a Slytherin, bitch and popular- not to mention gorgeous- girl. This would ensure far more ridicule than she had already suffered at the hands of other Slytherins for being such a gobby and unfriendly cow, and Gryffindor to top it all off.
So, sitting back on her knees, Florence made an effort to get up- an action that was somewhat undignified in her current state in very high heels. Her lips were unfriendly, and when she did finally straighten herself out, she did try and move into the middle of the field, in order that she not be backed into a corner by the rather imposing girl. But Florence could see that the comment had been a little half-arsed, and that the girl probably didn't want any trouble. Bingo! Florence's mind raced, and irritating a Slytherin would surely make her evening better- it might even take the mind off the pain that was currently consuming her feet. She'd heard that it was easier to run in heels than it was to walk, and perhaps her first lesson was the right time to test this theory.
"So what forced you out of your dungeon tonight, ma cherie? Surely you're not involved in serious thought- that may be dangerous for a snake's health! Or perhaps you're just around torturing a few lions for no good reason." [/color] Florence felt like she could go on all night, and a slight smirk flashed across her face. She wasn't generally malicious, but when it came to Slytherins.. it was just different. She hadn't been here last year when the virus had wreaked havoc upon the student community, but she had heard stories- the one of death imprinted upon her soul- all for the larks of a selfish crowd of Slytherins who seemed to have dispersed, thankfully. So, with her hand slipping into her back pocket, where she reached for her wand (for she knew how volatile most Slytherins were- Gryffindors were too!), whilst disguising it as an off guard stance, a nonchalant posture as if this were nothing more than a chat amongst friends. "Or perhaps you're off to the forest? That's where your little club meets, doesn't it?" The smile was still there, and there was a taunting glint in Florence's eye. She was walking a thin line at the moment, but perhaps Analeigh would play along and may slink back to her common room defeated and with a slightly smaller ego than normal for a Slytherin. That would be a victory for Florence, who hadn't actually had a confrontation in her few months here, and who wished her first to be successful. If it didn't get that far, well, at least she tried to wind up a Slytherin who had been nothing but trouble for her in the first months. Florence stepped back a little, both of her hands now in her back pockets, after brushing her ponytail back a little. Her hair was most unruly today- it had looked almost lion-like after she had finished taking out the plaits that made her look like a muggle schoolchild. But nevertheless, she looked nice, if uncomfortable in the stupid shoes she was wearing. [/blockquote][/size][/font][/center] [/color][/b] open! OUTFIT hereMUSIC Kings of Leon <3 WORDSNOTES sorry! this is complete and utter s**t! [/size][/font][/ul] |
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