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Post by Ana Gray on Aug 18, 2016 1:36:30 GMT -5
[ outfit. ] There was one thing that everyone knew about Ana, whether they knew her obnoxious persona or not, and it was the fact that her brother was her best friend. Sure, the two could be a bit bitter and petty; the two of them could sit in silence with their back towards to one another, for god knows how long. But Ana held her brother rather high for someone she so quickly belittled and spat at. It wasn't his fault, anyway, but she would absolutely never admit that. Not even to herself. So there she stood, waiting for the lump of angst to emerge from the Gryffindor common room. Her hips pressed against the stairway railing, arms crossed in contemplation. There was the possibility that he left already, but being the weekend, it seemed fitting for him to sleep in. But, Ana's companionship generally lingered around the weekend, and he was accustomed to this. Waiting for Aaron was like a ritual. This seemed to be taking longer than usual, however. Or maybe it simply felt that way. Ana was having a hard time gauging time now that she was accepting unpleasant aspects of herself. She wondered if Aaron could read it on her face. It was frightening. The last thing she wanted was to be outed to her family. What would he do if he found out? Her thoughts also lingered on Bridgette. She hated her. She despised her. That stupid fucking redhead with her pretty, little cherry smile and perky peach tits. The sound of the portrait opening snapped Ana out of her daze, and she laid her eyes in a disdainful glare onto the entrance. |
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Post by Hannah Hunt on Aug 30, 2016 20:47:14 GMT -5
As she stepped outside the Fat Lady's portrait with a chocolate frog crammed into her mouth she felt the broom she had been dragging alongside get caught around the corners of the frame. It had been a rough morning (as most weekend mornings were) and Hannah had overslept and missed practice almost in its entirety. It was not something that was routine or at all in character for the lion- and in a flurry of panicked robing in an attempt to redeem herself in the eyes of Reeves, Hannah had forgotten to eat. In truth, Hannah on an empty stomach was possibly even more useless that having not shown up for practice at all, and so in her scramble out of the cozy Common Room she had shoved several sweets down her gullet in an attempt to fill the fathomless pit that grew in her belly. It was of almost no sustenance in truth, but hopefully it would tame the beast that imperiled those around her. Yanking once, the broom refused to free itself, and Hannah sighed impatiently at her own incompetence, backtracking and extricating the footmounts from the door way as her Quidditch robe threatened to slide right off her broad shoulders. As she spun around she kicked the back of the portrait as momentum carried it back towards her, to which it yelped out in discomfort. "Sorry," she mumbled callously through her mouth full of chocolate, pulling at the collar of her robe to readjust the oversized drapery back onto her squat frame. It was now that she was met with the gaze of regrettably familiar raccoon eyes glaring expectedly in her direction. Adjusting her person, seeing as she was rather disheveled from her scuffle with the portrait, she ran an uncomfortable hand through her tangled mane as she inwardly chewed over just how she could save face from the embarrassing moment and utter lack of grace the Slytherin had witnessed. And what the hell was she glaring at? The dirty look summoned a wrath within the lion that, if she were a bigger person, could have ignored. But... Hannah wasn't that big person. And so, swallowing down the remnants of the wriggling chocolate she finally opened her mouth spitting out the first thing that came to mind.
"Wow, gross, I didn't know Hogwarts had rats," Hannah feigned disgust as she passed by the blond, walking backwards for several seconds as she continued. "Why don't you go be creepy outside some other Common Room- like, uh, your own. Weirdo."
ooc; you could write 1 sentence and i'd be over the moon ok? ok.
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Post by Ana Gray on Nov 20, 2016 12:11:43 GMT -5
Aaron was not the figure that fell from the portrait, much to Ana's annoyance. Although, the show was enough to at least feed that comically evil part of her, and her eyebrow raised in amusement momentarily before falling once more. Oh, she knew very well who the tomboyish redhead was, with her freckle splattered skin and overall look like she smelled constantly of pork rinds. But the name wasn't something Ana liked very much, the type that she'd rather spit out than show any sort of pleasantry. Which was kinda annoying, considering how close their names were, but that was absolutely beside the point. Hannah was one of those people that Ana wouldn't even think twice about if they weren't just so? Them. Hannah was so fucking Hannah that it was just grating to be near her. In fairness, Ana felt that way about a lot of people, but Hannah seemed to share this feeling. How romantic! How they could just look at each other and know how much the other hated them. What was it that Ana hated about her?
"Wow, gross, I didn't know Hogwarts had rats,"Oh, right! She was an inconceivable bitch! Ana, in all her graciousness and mercy, was going to simply let Hannah walk away. The big bimbo couldn't walk, big deal, Ana had better things to think about. This, however, proved that nothing was too small for her pettiness. Flicking a strand of hair back, eyes peeling away from the portrait, she scoffed. "Oh my goodness," She began, sickly sweet in that faux holier than thou way she liked to emulate, and she turned her body toward the Gryffindor, "Apparently you can't use your fucking eyes, so I'm not surprised you can't see The Rat Queen right in front of you. Thanks for the bow nonetheless." Her fingers flicked toward the floor, where Hannah had just been. And the way Hannah walked backward as she spoke to her, like she couldn't help but be a bitch? Aggravating. Horrendous. Ana couldn't even help herself, either. "Careful your fat ass doesn't fall off your broom. Then again, you'd make a prettier blood splatter~," Placing her hand against her chest, to really hone in the "concerned mother" look, she smiled wide. To show how much she truly believed this, with utmost condescension. light of my life... ily |
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Post by Hannah Hunt on Feb 14, 2017 23:10:48 GMT -5
Did this bitch not know who she was dealing with?  Hannah had been midway through a heel turn that would have carried her step down the staircase that was just beginning to move but the Slytherins rebuttal interrupted the lion’s stride. That moment of hesitance caused her to miss the staircase that swung recklessly away from its landing and towards an unconnected platform across the hall. Stepping backwards she scowled at the edge of the loft and a pout may have crossed her forthright features, but it was fleeting, and quickly turned to annoyance as her chin picked back up and turned itself back towards the twiggy blonde. Of course Hannah knew logically that this was none of Ana’s fault, but Hannah’s sensibilities were often clouded by a streak of melodrama that plagued her and so many others under the red and gold sigil. She couldn’t be blamed for her nature. Could a lion be blamed for its bite or its taste for blood? Since there was no doubt in her mind now that she would be excessively late, she took several forebodingly calm steps towards the Slytherin and settled down against the banister beside her, leaning her hips into the stonework railing, letting her broom rest beside her in a similar manner. Arms evenly folded over her chest, tucking her unmanicured and dirt laden fingers down into the crooks of her elbow. Her dark gaze settled on the floor as she waited for the staircase to shift back over. Shifting again she freed one of her hands and habitually combed it through her hair, snagging at the tangles and idly unraveling the snarls as she waited. But, since she was waiting...
“My ass might be fat but at least I can get it. Tell me Ana, whose mouth are you throwing up in these days?” she jabbed. “I heard anorexic druggie chic will be very in next season. Paint me with envy. I just don’t have the discipline to starve myself to the point of organ failure,” she continued, mirroring the sickly sweet tone that the snake had procured only moments prior. Unfortunately Hannah wasn’t nearly as good of an actress because it still came out sounding entirely arbitrary. “Is your hair falling out yet? That’s what happened to my sister. I used to find these big clumps of blond hair that didn’t go down the shower drain. Do you and Aaron share a bathroom at home? I’m sure... he’s really supportive and all...” |
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