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Post by astrid on Jun 24, 2013 16:02:13 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #423c42;,true][cs=2] & YOU'RE NOT EVEN HUMAN ` YOU'RE JUST A LOVELY IDEA OF ONE WHO I ACCIDENTALLY LOVED AND GAVE EVERYTHING TO BECOME THE GIRL ON THE PIANO BENCH SINGING ALL OF
HER TEARS - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - away | | [atrb=width,240] There were no words to describe the way the young Slytherin was feeling after having stuffed her face at dinner. At home, she was always told to eat like a lady, sit up straight, make sure her silverware did not clink and clank against the expensive china. There was something almost comforting about Hogwarts, the way they were so lenient. She could throw her utensils if she so wished, she could drink the entirety of her glass before eating her meal. She could eat little or far too much without being yelled at by her nanny. It was a nice feeling, being at Hogwarts. This was and would forever be her home. She red head marched down the hallway and toward the dungeons. After a large meal such as this, Xyla enjoyed to sit by the fire and catch up on some reading. Unfortunately, she already had a few essays and tests that she had to study for. This would replace any type of relaxation she had planned for the next little while.
Xyla didn't like to share with the world that she loved to study or to read. She was a closet bookworm, as the young witches and wizards of Hogwarts would put it. She would rather sit by the fire and read a book than push over a couple of fifth years or make fun of someone who was inferior to herself. The one good thing that she learned while staying and studying here was that every one was different. There could be nice Slytherins and mean Gryffindors. There could be dumb Ravenclaws and outgoing Hufflepuffs. Nothing was the way their parents had it when they went to school. It did help some, that Lord Voldemort was destroyed some years ago, leaving the wizarding world in peace. People began to get along.
Xyla flipped her long, red hair over her shoulder and continued her way down a flight of stairs and through a few corridors. She soon found herself facing the exquisite painting and muttered the password. As the male in the painting told a rather unpleasant joke, it swung open giving her full access to the common room. It was dimly lit by the flames attached to the stone walls. You could hear a faint dripping noise coming from one of the ceilings. Having their common room under the Black Lake had some disadvantages, such as the cold and humid atmosphere. Nevertheless, Xyla continued on her way and found an empty spot on a love seat, right in front of the fire. She sat down, removing her green, black and silver robes before doing so. She called out for her things and waited for them patiently. It was time to get down to business. Xyla curled up and opened the first of the three books she had laying next to her and began to read, submersing herself into the black and white words scribbled across old, yellow pages.
The crackling fire, the warm embers and the silence of the common room was almost enough to put the poor Warrington girl to sleep. It was hard enough for her to keep her focus as she read on about something she could care less about. Herbology was not her strong suit and frankly, the plants she was to study bored her immensely. She wished someone would break her from this trance and save her from having an early night by the fire. | [atrb=width,140]
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Post by scorpius on Jun 27, 2013 22:27:37 GMT -6
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/2zgu9hc.jpg); width: 440px; padding-top:10px;] lost under the surface His final class of the day seemed to pass by quick, the evening was to be filled with relaxation and meditation. Scorpius separated himself from his normal group of followers and went right to the dungeon. Scorpius wanted to drop off his books before he went to dinner. The common room felt almost like home, as he made his way to the boys dormitory. Scorpius The sounds of voices and laughter filled areas of the common room, so it was only natural to make and appearance then scatter. After showing his were abouts and exiting he walked the hallways of the dungeon. Scorpius was always concerned on how dark and gloomy they were, yet he wouldn't voice his opinion. He liked being a Slytherin, even if the darkness was a quirk. Once on the main floor he stopped a couple younger class men and said a few cruel comments. It was best to keep them on their toes, correct? Or at least that was what he liked to believe. There was nothing worst then torment, and it wasn't only others that endured it. When he first arrived at Hogwarts he dealt with being stereotyped due to his family history. How the judgment carried on through the years he never knew, but he never really questioned it. It was more along the lines of one of those things one needed to accept.
It was just about dinner time and he had to make his way into the Great hall and took a seat. It was hard to believe this was going to be his last year at Hogwarts. Scorpius had made a handful of friends, and had some great memories. He wasn't sure where he'd head after this, but being a professional quidditch player seemed to be the right way to go. After all he didn't make his position being a bad player, and the fame seemed promising. Scorpius had sat down with a few of his friends and began to socialize, and eat. Each story he listened to made him dislike his house placement more and more. What was the point of wanting a negative reputation. Sure, people would think you were tough, but he couldn't help to know there was more to life then a reputation like that. Scorpius was granted a reputation for the colors he wore and his surname, he had come to accept the fact people didn't like him, yet it didn't bother him too much. Scorpius had a confident way of thinking, and nothing could really tarnish his arrogant ego. Scorpius ate fast, he needed to get out of this room. Crowded areas were not his strong suit, they actually made him pretty anxious, with the exception of quidditch.
Scorpius debated on what he wanted to do for the rest of his evening. He could always wonder the halls and cause chaos for the prefects, but that would be much later. He settled upon making his way back to the common room, in search of company. Scorpius didn't really like loads of company, he just liked having a few people around to remind him his social life was existent. Scorpius spent most of his time on the patch, or in his dorm studying. With the exceptions of his more adventurous nights. He did feel a bit bold, but he much rather have someone to speak to and level with before he did damage. When he arrived at the entrance he spoke the password, ignoring anything the photo said. Scorpius had gotten used to ignoring a lot of things. Upon entering he didn't see anyone, and he sighed ruffling his dirty blonde hair. Then out the corner of his eye he saw Xyla. A smirk crossed his lips as he walked over to where she had been seated, and took a seat across from her. "Dwelling in your loneliness, or do you fancy some company?" Scorp asked quirking an eyebrow. He wouldn't stay if she didn't want him to. Scorp liked his privacy so he respected other's. The school year had only begun, so he was sure there were many things he could catch up on with Xyla. "How was your summer, do anything fun?" He asked, hoping she'd get the hint he wasn't leaving anytime soon unless asked.
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