Ramzzy Radulescu
Slytherin
7th Year
I know I'm not perfect... but I'm so close it scares me.
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Post by Ramzzy Radulescu on Feb 12, 2013 2:41:53 GMT -5
Charity couldn't describe herself. Who was she? She had been poised that question at the start of the summer and she was still nowhere close to finding the answer. Yes, Charity wouldn't like to admit it, but she was a shy person. Very shy. She hid within her cold little facade, glaring at everyone And everything that was beneath her but she knew she wasn't good enough for half the people here.
She watched all the people around her, laughing and catching up with old friends. Charity didn't need these people or their friendship. She was a person all on her own. Not surrounded by their petty dramas. All Charity needed to do was sit there. She knew mostly everyone sitting at the Slytherin table looked up to her, jealous of her cool exterior, but inside it felt like she was breaking down.
But as usual the school only say what she wanted them to. A girl who offered limited nods to anybody who offered her a hello, someone calmly picking at her feast before pushing it away. Someone perfect.
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Fae Malone
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Post by Fae Malone on Feb 12, 2013 2:53:23 GMT -5
Fae walked into the great hall, observing her surroundings. She hated it. Everyone was catching up about their summers as she stood alone in the entry way. She had just moved here from Lativia and the English country was not at all to her liking. Fae grimaced as she watched everyone separate into their groups. She had yet to be sorted into a house so she did not know where to sit. A large group of lost-looking young-ones followed a teacher into the massive room, piling into the center. The sorting. Fae’s dislike for the place grew. She knew no one here and now she would be the center of attention as the only non-first year getting sorted. To her dismay she was the first one called up to the stool. “Fae Malone is a transfer student. I would like you all to make her feel welcome here at her new home,” The woman introduced. A hat was then placed on Fae’s head and began to talk. She waited, glaring at those who dared to make eye contact. Finally the hat yelled “Ravenclaw!” and a table of students stood up and cheered. Fae made her way over to the table, taking a seat as quickly as she could. She wanted this to be over with.
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William Lucianuse
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Post by William Lucianuse on Feb 12, 2013 3:09:10 GMT -5
William sat at his table as he scanned the others around him, as he looked over towards the Slytherin table, he saw a body. A red haired girl. He couldn't help but feel like he'd seen her a lot. He felt like she was very very familiar and that was it. She was Charity Anderson. He'd seen her around a lot around, he didn't like her very much. She seemed cold. She seemed just a little too cool.
William was basically staring at her. He didn't speak very well with his stutter. His attention was then drawn to the older girl at the sorting ceremony and being told to 'welcome' her.
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Ramzzy Radulescu
Slytherin
7th Year
I know I'm not perfect... but I'm so close it scares me.
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Post by Ramzzy Radulescu on Feb 12, 2013 3:17:07 GMT -5
Charity watched the girl, Fae, with mild interest until she was sorted into Raven law. After that she lost track of the girl who she had now deemed petty and unworthy if her attention. Ravenclaws were nothing but silly children who thought they could outsmart anybody. In a punch, despite their thoughts, a Slytherin could talk circles around them. Her house was obviously the greatest if them with their sly and conniving ways. Too bad, perhaps they could've been friends.
Charity paused in her musing before she was forced to laugh a loud. A friend? Impossible.
Charity glanced around to make sure nobody had seen her bout of insanity, only to lock eyes with some Gryffindor boy that was staring at her. She spared him a cursory look, before raising her eyebrow. A wicked smile crossed her face briefly before she shook her head and looked away. One slip so far. There was to be no emotions.
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Fae Malone
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Post by Fae Malone on Feb 12, 2013 3:33:40 GMT -5
Fae took the distraction of the sorting to look around at her peers. The green table caught her eye most. Just about everyone had their nose in the air or an arrogant smirk on their features. The whole table stood out from the rest of the hall. A fiery red head stood out most of all. She seemed distant, cut-off from everyone else. Not in the shunned way but as if she held high authority and no one dared risk making contact. Fae admired her. At least not everyone here would be the bubbly chipper type.
Fae let her gaze wander some more, stopping to watch the features of random people. At one point her gaze fell on a guy openly gawking at the red head. She smirked. That was probably the common look of those in the red head’s presence.
Fae sighed and forced herself to pay attention to the person on her left who was making an introduction.
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William Lucianuse
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Post by William Lucianuse on Feb 12, 2013 14:42:05 GMT -5
William continued to look at her. She atleast had SOME sense on emotion it seemed. William smiled to himself and looked away. She wouldn't talk to him anyway, that's what made this first day good. He hadn't needed to talk to anyone, he didn't really like not talking to people but talking to people wasn't very good either especially if he trips up every other word and it only got worse around girls and it got even worse still around girls that made his nervous.
Will scanned Gryffindor table, looking for any possible being that he could see himself liking for the rest of the year.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 12, 2013 16:22:21 GMT -5
Quinn Emory: Back for another year at Hogwarts and just as insane as she had always been. Looking into the mirror, things had no doubt changed under the surface, despite the fact that her outer appearance remained relatively unchanged. She was maturing, she could feel it, but it seemed like it wasn’t happening fast enough. She wanted to be older - she wanted out. Quinn was tired of the same old torture that was her wizarding education. She longed for adventure and to make a difference in the world. But as her father always said: ‘There wasn’t a soul that ever changed the world that didn’t pay his dues first.’ She was a Fifth Year this term: Which meant OWLS and a hell of a lot of studying, Quinny assumed that that was some form of paying her dues.
Deciding that there was nothing else to be done with the mess of blonde hair upon her head, she left the mirror in the lavatory and finally made her way into the Great Hall. Things had already started, it seemed. She sunk down onto one of the benches and pressed her hands into the grained wood that she sat on, “Hey Will-” Quinny said as she reached over and picked up a roll from the center of the table, smothering it with the honey butter that was to her right, “Did you have a good holiday-?”
Her eyes drifted somewhere off in the distance at that moment, suddenly finding herself staring at a familiar red head that was far across the room at the Slytherin Table. Charity Anderson. There would no doubt be hell this year between the two girls. After all, what was a year at Hogwarts without the typical Slytherin/Gryffindor terrorization?
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Ramzzy Radulescu
Slytherin
7th Year
I know I'm not perfect... but I'm so close it scares me.
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Post by Ramzzy Radulescu on Feb 12, 2013 20:48:25 GMT -5
Charity was raised to extend a certain amount of social decency to the people around her. She was taught to stay reserved but offer enough social decency that she wasn't put in the position of social pariah. Although Charity doubted she could ever become a social pariah. Most of her house looked to her in situations, waiting for her reaction as if she was Head Girl instead of just a Prefect. Just a person that had the best handle on her emotions, possessed all the characteristics of her house, and had a quick mind that could think quickly through each path she could take.
The idle chatter around her increased slightly, indicating the climax of the story Malfoy was telling. His hand came to rest on Charity's thigh, squeezing as he realized she wasn't listening at all. She had started him on the story, knowing that if the Seventh year talked, everyone would listen and stop talking to her in order for her to gain a moments peace. All she wanted to do was slip away to her dorm and pretend nobody existed outside of herself.
Her eyes trailed as other students filing in. Her eyes caught hold of a blonde she remembered vaguely as an Emory. Quinn Emory, probably. Some perky little Gryffindor who really didn't matter in the least. Not to her at least. Charity stared at Quinn for a moment, nothing on her face. She raised an eyebrow in question.
Pansy Parkinsons whispered something in her ear, causing her to turn away and glance at Fae who was staring at her. Her eyes poised questions with sharp barbs before she glanced down at food, her face heating as she realized too many people were looking at her at once. She actually felt rather sick to her stomach from the attention. When too many people looked at the sixth year, she felt the pressure of keeping up her cold exterior. Her leg bounced. The only small sign of her discomfort.
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Fae Malone
Ravenclaw*
Sixth Year
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Post by Fae Malone on Feb 12, 2013 22:30:24 GMT -5
Fae hadn't realized it, but her gaze fell back on the red head. She noticed the guy sitting beside her, a very attractive blonde who seemed to be telling some kind of tale. All the surrounding people were hanging on every word he said. Fae wondered if the two were together. They definitely seemed to be the center of attention at the green table. Far returned to watching the red head until she was caught. She guiltily looked away. Far hated being stared at but being caught staring was worse, much worse. Fae peeked back over to see that the red head did not seem to be plotting her death, thankfully. The last thing Fae wanted was to get into a fight the first day. Mainly because her parents would kill her... She hung on the idea a little longer wondering if getting into a fight would get her out of this English hell hole and back to her home land. "That's charity Anderson" the guy next to Fae told her. She had already forgotten his name. "She's gorgeous but is know to have a serious bite. Best to stay out of her way..." Fae gave a short nod. At least the girl had earned the respect of her peers... "And the blonde?" Fae asked, motioning to the red table. She had noticed charity glare at the girl and was curious. "Ah, that's Quinn Emory. She is the prefect of Gryffindor. She's usually pretty nice..." "Good to know..." Fae made a mental note to remember this guy's name. He could be helpful in learning about everyone here... And he had, so far, not commented on her strong accent- something she was grateful for.
Rurik made his way to what he was told was the Great Hall. Better to arrive late, make a good entrance. He pushed open the doors and walked down the hall like he owned the place. The first person he spotted was his sister Fae. He gave her a sly wink as he made his way to the front of the room to be sorted as he had been told. He was getting a lot of glares and astonished looks from his new peers. He just smirked, winking at the girls and nodding to the boys. An older woman stood at his destination, her arms crossed and not looking at all impressed. "About time you showed up Mr. Malone. Take a seat." He gave her a smile and took the hat, placing it on his head. Without a second's hesitation the hat called out "Slytherin!" A table with green markings had a soft cheer. No one seemed to know what to do with the information. Rurik gave the hat back to the older woman and went to take a seat at his table. He took the nearest available spot, quite pleased it happened to be next to a very attractive red head. "Hope you don't mind," he said with a tone that read that it didn't matter if she did of not.
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William Lucianuse
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Post by William Lucianuse on Feb 13, 2013 2:24:33 GMT -5
William looked down at the table until he heard a familiar voice. Quinn Emory, she was nice. She didn't mind his stutter too much and she was quite pretty. William watched her as she reached over the table. "H..H..Hello Quinn. It..it...it was good." It wasn't good. William never liked the holidays, they were always terrible. Williams attention was drawn to the new guy who entered the hall. He walked with a confidence, a confidence William only wished he had all the time. The only time he had even slight confidence was around the full moon and that was a dangerous time.
Xavier sat at the Slytherin table with his head back, he was sat on his own. His black hair not exactly styled enough to look like he cares but enough for him to keep his appearance up. He ate slowly and carefully and it was unusual to even see him eat. He listened to the end of Malfoy's story and shook his head in disgrace. He didn't like Malfoy and that girl he was always with Charity, Xavier hadn't really spoken to her other than if it was entirely needed. As the new guy walked into the hall, Xavier watched him and examined him. The guy sat next to Charity and Xavier just smiled. Xavier looked at him and gave him a look, a testing look. Xavier was waiting for the results.
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Ramzzy Radulescu
Slytherin
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I know I'm not perfect... but I'm so close it scares me.
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Post by Ramzzy Radulescu on Feb 13, 2013 2:42:25 GMT -5
Charity gave a huff of surprise as she crammed over closer to Draco, eyeing the newbie with a light fury in her eyes. She glanced down at her hands. A little put off by this sudden question of her authority. Everyone knew who she was. She wasn't to be scooted away like some insolent child. She was damn well known around this school and she would be treated like the influential Prefect she was.
"Can you, like, move over a bit? I would like some breathing space." Charity responded snidely, moving away from Malfoy to push against the intruder, trying to force him to move. Of all the things she wanted to deal with today it was not some new child that didn't understand the way things were run around Hogwarts. "Who do you think you are?" She questioned as her agitation grew. She was quick to stuff it below the surface, knowing a blow up would not end well.
Charity crossed her arms and kicked the new boys shin before falling into a pout, glowering down at her goblet. Charity didn't realize how childlike she was acting.
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Fae Malone
Ravenclaw*
Sixth Year
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Post by Fae Malone on Feb 13, 2013 2:55:04 GMT -5
Fae watched as her brother finally made his appearance. She couldn’t help but smile as he walked in like he owned the place. She barely held in her laughter as several girls at her table gasped and began whispering. And when he winked at her! Oh the glares she got! The hat put Rurik in Slytherin, to Fae’s disappointment. She was kind of hoping to have her brother as a rock in this crazy school. She watched as he took a seat next to the red head, causing Fae to smirk again. Leave it to Rurik to single out the one with the authority without even having to look around the room.
Rurik took a moment to look over the other occupants of the table. A blonde was glaring openly at him with an ugly look on his face. The only other person to make him take a moment was a figure sitting alone. Rurik did a quick take and decided the guy wasn’t a threat of any kind. Rurik smirked at the little spitfire beside him kicked his shin and he processed what she had said. “Breathing space? It wouldn’t be very fair if only one of us could breathe, now would it? I am Rurik Malone,” he answered as if it was obvious. He refused to let anyone here have a chance in believing he was anything but their superior. “And I would be careful if I were you. I don’t particularly like the idea of you being able to leave your mark on my body when I have nothing for you in return,” Rurik whispered. In doing so his full accent came out, being harder to mask at such a low frequency, the Latvian making him sound harsher than he intended to.
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Post by William Lucianuse on Feb 13, 2013 3:13:02 GMT -5
Xavier watched the new-comer as he singled out Charity and they began speaking. The new guy didn't even look at him twice, Xavier Wolfe was NOT someone to ignore. If he wanted to he could be a prefect, he could take the place of both Malfoy and Charity but there was one problem, he didn't care enough. Xavier looked at the new-comer and watched him as he interacted with Charity, it sounded like a bad idea. Xavier smirked and looked at the new-comer again and spoke. "Excuse me but are you trying to instill some kind of dominance within this house or are you like this all the time?"
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Ramzzy Radulescu
Slytherin
7th Year
I know I'm not perfect... but I'm so close it scares me.
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Post by Ramzzy Radulescu on Feb 13, 2013 3:30:36 GMT -5
Charity's back stiffened as she drew herself up. She glared at Rurik from beneath her lashes, drawing in a shuddering breath. She finally brought her head up to look at him all the way, a rare smile on her face. She may not like the way he thought he was better than her, the Charity Anderson, but he was at least standing up to her. It was a pleasant surprise from the normal students around Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
My name is Charity Marie Alyssa Anderson, but please, call me Miss Anderson." Charity spared him a small wink as she extended her hand in a somewhat friendly offering. If she scooted over more she would press into Draco who didn't look to pleased with her at the moment so she held her ground close to Rurik Although he made her nervous.
Charity stiffened on e more at the sound of Xavier's voice. Who did that prat think he was? He needed to sit his ass down and leave her and this, somewhat appealing, Rurik alone.
"You know, Xavier," Charity started, her eyes still on Rurik's. "I don't believe he was talking to you, so I think that's my problem, if it is a problem. So go sit down, child."
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Fae Malone
Ravenclaw*
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Post by Fae Malone on Feb 13, 2013 3:46:12 GMT -5
Rurik smirked at the slight change in Charity. She did not seem to like that he was asserting himself as a leader. She seemed very… stiff.
“What if I prefer to call you Charity? Miss Anderson makes you sound like an old hag.” Rurik didn’t care what her answer was, he would call her Charity, an odd name for someone so fiery. He took the hand she offered him and brought it up to his lips, holding eye contact with her. “It is very nice to meet you.”
The guy Rurik had noticed earlier spoke up, at least that was who Rurik was guessing it was, considering the satisfied look on the loner’s face. Charity had done a very good job putting Xavier in his place, but Rurik was not going to let her have the last word when the guy had been trying to call him out.
“Were you raised by dogs? I don’t see anyone marking their territory with their piss,” Rurik said, letting all menace come through his voice. If this guy wanted to go, Rurik would not back down. He had kept his eyes focused on Charity until he finished talking, then he had looked at Xavier, breaking his gaze only momentarily to look at Fae. She would no doubt be over in a flash if there was any sign of trouble.
Once he was sure that his words had sunk in to all those listening, Rurik returned his attention to Charity. She was the one that was important in this little game of rank. She was the one he would have to please.
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