Slytherin
Fifth Year
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Post by Viola Frey on Jan 4, 2017 14:33:12 GMT -5
It was a crisp morning despite it being late May. A flock of fluffy clouds held over the sun which blocked its warmth to the grounds below. The humidity was high so a layer of dew rested on everything outside. The cool air entered freely throughout the stone castle. It was the first time in a couple of months that Vi wanted to wear a jumper under her school robes. The dungeons were a bit drafty as she dashed up the stairs in time to get breakfast in the Great Hall. The steam from the breakfast food was abundant in the chilly atmosphere. The sun was just poking through the clouds, or so it seemed in the vision that the enchanted ceiling projected.
Luckily, Vi was one of the first people there and didn’t have to worry about getting enough room at the Slytherin table. As she filled the plate in front of her with toast and marmalade, some owls made their ways through the windows. A grey one landed in front of her, kicking its leg to her and a rolled parchment tied to it. She removed it and revealed that morning's Daily Prophet blaring a headline about Ministress Canter having some trouble the previous day. It would have been brushed off by Vi as genetic politics rubbish if she hadn't noticed the phrase, "incident in elevator," on the page. She pulled a sickle out of her left breast pocket and placed it in the owl’s beak before it fluttered away. She went back to her toast.
Vi had a big sweet tooth, which probably wasn’t good for a girl at her age but she didn’t have any parents watching over her while she was at school. She overloaded the marmalade on her bread and guzzled it down without taking a breath. To balance it out, she had herself some sausage and a goblet of pumpkin juice. She was the person who carried snacks around with her to class in case she needed something to chew on. In her book bag was a chocolate frog calling her name and she could no longer resist temptation. She was one summoning charm away from it if her arms couldn't get the bag opened fast enough.
I’m so lucky Viridian isn’t here, she thought as she unwrapped her candy. Her pet toad was in his tank back in her dorm room. He would make me feel so guilty for this.
Vi glanced at the trading card that came in the packaging of the chocolate frog. "Harry Potter again!" she complained outloud. She was in search of another Hermione Granger. Though she had a large collection of them already, she was planning on gifting them to some of her friends with inspirational quotes written on them for their upcoming OWLs. Vi was more fond of Slytherins due to pride of her house but the former Gryffindor woman was one to model when it came to academics. And in true Slytherin fashion, Vi was all about getting far with her marks so she could get far in life. She had already talked to her head of house about potential career opportunities and which classes would get her there.
First years still collected cards, or rather, Vi did when she was one so she thought leaving it there for someone to take would be the least wasteful way to get rid of it. She placed the card next to her as she finished her meal. The Harry Potter in the picture flashed his green eyes at her and smiled. Vi took a bite of her chocolate absentmindedly while contemplating another round of sausage. Her copy of the Daily Prophet sat idly next to Mr. Potter. Vi wasn't quite responsible with money just yet but in a few days she would be kicking herself for wasting it on a subscription to the periodical she never read.
"I'll just give this away, too," she announced to herself, hoping there was someone out there who wanted a newspaper.
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Post by Ana Gray on Jan 6, 2017 15:55:57 GMT -5
[ uniform ] Growing up, Ana was used to following a very specific schedule. She'd wake up early, normally to help her mother in the kitchen, and to check over her homework. On Sunday, she would take the time to doll herself up for church with a deep red velvet dress. As she got older, she would take the time to exercise, initially because of her dancing, but eventually because she realized it helped her anxiety. A lot of things Ana did gave off the illusion that she was very put together. Clean and orderly, top of her class, her parent's lil' angel. Of course, anyone who knew Ana, or even bore witness to her opening her awful mouth, would know better. It was all for show, in a way. But it was so ingrained in her, that she almost felt happier when she followed that routine. It never changed, not even when she attended Hogwarts, not even when no one was there to watch her. Anyone who knew Ana would never describe her as "put together". But she certainly felt like she was emulating it well that morning. She had gone for a run, bathed, got dressed, even had time to do a little reading while she brushed her hair. Ana was the type of muggleborn that tried their absolute best to destroy all their muggley habits, because magic was at her fingertips for a reason, but there was something so satisfying about brushing hair. Having her hair brushed by other people was nice, too, of course, but magic didn't count. But it dampened her timing a bit. She ended up at breakfast later than she would have preferred. Wheat toast with a thin layer of butter. Scrambled eggs. A half a dozen grapes that she halved and ate slowly, one half at a time. She even spiced things up with a cup of tea, no sugar. Living life on the wild side. The younger girl across from her was speaking to herself, and Ana didn't even pretend that she wasn't watching her. Her wide, black rimmed eyes treated her like a semi-interesting television show. She seemed pretty disappointed in her early morning snack, something Ana wouldn't be able to stomach even in a small amount. She knew a few people who collected those little cards, and maybe Ana would have too if she had any interest in sweets. "I'll just give this away, too,"Oh, shit yeah. Yoink. Ana took no hesitation to snatch the newspaper from her housemate. Suuure, Ana could afford her own, but something always ended up with her subscriptions. Her dad didn't like it being delivered to the house, Wolf loved pissing on it, one time she accidentally used it for a paper mache project (that she used to throw at Beckett goddamn Urquhart and his stupid, smug face). "I hope you don't mind that I take this for myself then, hmm?" Ana put on her fakest smile, her teeth bearing like a chimpanzee, "Thank youuu~" |
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