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Post by EMILIO GUIDO GIOVANNI on Feb 12, 2011 13:49:44 GMT -5
 Emilio Giovanni looked around the Great Hall as the students filed in. Another year meant another Sorting Ceremony. Although Emilio didn't like the students, it was always interesting to see who got into Slytherin and who got into well, anything else worth getting into. The students were already starting to get chatty and restless, and why wouldn't they? Hogwarts was their safe haven. Although, it wasn't as safe as most of them thought. Quite the opposite, really. But they didn't know that yet; nobody but the people involved did. This was Emilio's first year as Headmaster. The previous one stepped down due to "health problems". Ha, if only they knew. Before this, Emilio was the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher as well as Slytherin Head of House. He supposed some of the students were suspicious of his intentions, but everyone was always curious of at least one of the professor's intentions, right?
The Great Hall was lined with bright candles. The ceiling reflected a beautiful and serene full moon setting. He supposed it was there to relax the nerves of the first years. Speaking of first years, here they came, following one of the professors in. The first student was called up to the stool and the Sorting Hat placed on his head. This would be a long sorting. Emilio rested his head on his hand as the students were sorted. This ceremony had always bored him. He was stupid to think that that feeling would change jut because he was the headmaster.
When the last student was sorted, Emilio sat upright. He forced a smile and stood, making his way up to the podium in front of the room. The students were talking amongst themselves, however, it was louder than Emilio wanted it to be. His smile faltered a little before he caught what was happening and put the smile back onto his face. Emilio raised his hands before saying, "Silence!". It took a couple of seconds, but the silence came soon enough. Emilio nodded in appreciation before he started speaking again. "Welcome," he started, "to another year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry! As you may have noticed, Headmaster Zefron is no longer a part of our staff. He has resigned due to medical issues."
There were a couple of groans as Emilio said this, as was expected. He waited a couple of more seconds before beginning again. "For those of you who don't know who I am, my name is Professor Emilio Giovanni. But anyway, onto the boring stuff that you hear every year but I am obliged to say. First and foremost, the Forbidden Forest it off limits. I know that is said every year, however there are still a number of detentions each year due to the Forbidden Forest alone." Emilio went on and on with the normal things that needed to be said, not only for the first years, but to remind the returning students. He didn't see why it was necessary. When he was a student here at Hogwarts, he didn't listen to any of the rules. After ten minutes of speech, Emilio was finally done speaking. He sighed and forced another smile as he said, "Okay. Everybody understand? Good. Let's eat!"
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Post by ALICE PENNY WOOD on Feb 15, 2011 19:04:11 GMT -5
Alice was happy to be back behind the familiar stone walls of the Hogwarts castle. She’d missed it over the summer it had been hell without it. Well not entirely hell as that would have implied she hated spending time with her family when in fact Alice loved them all the pieces. She smiled daintily as she elegantly made her way down the long winding corridor that led to the great hall for the welcome back feast. Catching up with her friends she smiled and played the caring companion as she listened to their exciting stories of what they’d done over the summer she complimented them and joked about how jealous she was of one of her friend’s holidays before casually recounting her own summer adventures. Truthfully Alice’s had been quite dull, she’d hung out with her siblings mainly exploring and having fun in the countryside near her home. She didn’t have many friends out of Hogwarts so she and her twin had mainly hung out.
As well as that though she told her friends all about the wonderful new books she’d been reading over the summer, The Princess Bride, A Picture of Dorian Grey, The Perks of Being A Wallflower they were all her current favourites especially the princess bride which was an amazing blend of fantasy and adventure which of course was Alice’s favourite kind of book. She almost wished that a charmer like Westley (a character from the book) would rescue her and sweep her off of her feet. She blushed at the thought as she ran a hand through her beautiful blonde locks hoping to smooth down her hair before entering the magnificent hall as it had become rather dishevelled during the journey. Entering slowly she fingered the Head Girl badge that stood proudly on her robes self consciously. What if nobody listened to her when she had to do her duties, she bit her lip softly knowing her shed make a fool of herself on the first day, and working on the train had been hard enough giving out the timetables to the prefects was a hard task if everyone was mundanely bored and grumpy from the train journey.
Sighing she followed the crowd of Gryffindor’s as she took her place on the long mahogany table that stood grandly in the middle of the room. She stared up dreamily at the ceiling, the sky was cloudless so all the stars shone brightly she grinned as she tried to name all of the constellations. Astronomy was something that had always interested Alice so whenever she had the chance she’d stare up at the bewitched ceiling during meal times.
After the Headmasters long speech Alice grinned alongside her fellow hungry Gryffindors as the feast tables sprung to life with food. Her stomach gave a starved grumble as she dropped mashed potatoes onto her plate as well as an assortment of roasted vegetables. Smiling softly to herself she tucked in hear tastebuds dancing with glee at the sudden arrival of food.
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Post by GENESIS ISADORA ARKWRIGHT on Feb 17, 2011 21:09:58 GMT -5
  Click, click, click. Genesis Arkwright swiftly made her way up the long trail of stairs, rubbing away goose bumps on her smooth pale arms. The cool autumn night seemed brutal against her uncovered skin, and the path she was taking into the castle seemed longer than the one she had taken before. But that was her fourth year, and this was fifth. She was stronger now, with much more self control than she did last year. For she had nearly escaped the Shrieking Shack, twice.
As Genesis and a pack of Slytherin girls stepped into the Great Hall, her eyes caught multiple new first year students. Some heads were turned, not only at the intimidating silver and green uniforms but also at the rest of the houses as well. Gene quirked a brow as she studied the first years carefully. To her surprise, it seemed they came in all shapes and sizes. Some were tall and lean, some were short and stout. Some had straight glossy hair, and some had frizzy wild care. Gene chuckled. Those pour children.
She began looking them over again, searching for anyone she knew or any potential Slytherins. She immediately found them, for they were unmistakable. They held all the traits, glossy hair, confident smiles, and haughty expressions. Yes, those were Slytherins alright. Yet still, she wasn’t as comfortable with them as most of the other Slytherins were. They still seemed… Intimidating. But she knew more thought of herself that way than she did them. Still, Genesis turned her gaze to the Ravenclaws. They seemed friendly enough, and many still had their beloved books hidden in their pockets. Grandmother was a Ravenclaw, right?
Gene’s train of thought was quickly interrupted as her keen smell quickly caught the scent of food. She had been able to smell it as soon as she entered the castle, though the mouth-watering aroma had only full awakened her now. Her eyes shot to the long mahogany tables, then at the Slytherin table sitting at the far right. Genesis soon began searching for the meat. Her parents had put her on a strict vegetarian diet since July. It was supposed to lessen her werewolf instincts. But really, it only made them stronger. And much, much more dangerous.
“Genie!” called another fifth year Slytherin, patting her hand against the cool golden brown bench. Genesis nodded, feeling a soft smile play at her lips. “Coming, Lillian.” Gene quickly made her way to the table, sitting with a large group of Slytherins. “Have you seen the new headmaster?” Genesis began, propping her head up on her hands as she watched Emilio Giovanni finish his speech. Gene didn’t know what to think of him, and he certainly appeared quite intimidating indeed. “What do you think?”
Genesis honestly didn’t care much about the new headmaster, in fact, she actually quite liked him. He was strong, powerful, and certainly seemed like he knew how to control a crowd. She didn’t mind it much. In fact, she quite appreciated it. Though still, Gene continued to stare into the beyond.
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Post by KARISSA NATALIA MANCUSO on Feb 19, 2011 0:46:28 GMT -5
  blah blah blah i screwed up and modified this without reposting so it was my second reply so if you want to know what happened in this post, it's pretty much this:
karissa came in in a cheerful mood.
she harrassed the headmaster a bit to her friends during his speech
said that the old headmaster was old
asked how gene's summer was.
that's all you need to know(:
oh, and the fact that i'm an idiot :3
and i need more words to repost this, so i'mma just put some random shizz down, kayy? kayy.
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tina turkey twisted the time to tell tony to tie his tennis shoes. tina turkey twisted the time to tell tony to tie his tennis shoes. tina turkey twisted the time to tell tony to tie his tennis shoes. tina turkey twisted the time to tell tony to tie his tennis shoes. tina turkey twisted the time to tell tony to tie his tennis shoes.
NOTES: wow, i'm an idiot.
WORDS: doesn't really matter now, does it?
OUTFIT: this !
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Post by GENESIS ISADORA ARKWRIGHT on Feb 19, 2011 13:34:11 GMT -5
Genesis didn’t twist her head to peer over at the newest Slytherin. But by the multiple turning of heads, she knew the entrance was quite fair. This was just the Beginning of the Year Feast. It must have been Mancuso, Karissa Mancuso. The Karissa Mancuso. She knew everyone, flirted with everyone, gossiped about everyone. Yes, Karissa knew her way around Hogwarts. Then again, so did Genesis. But her, she took it to another level. And as Gene watched her friend’s eyes widen, she knew Karissa was coming her way.
Genesis finally turned her head to watch as the Slytherin girl slid into the seat next to her. Before she could even begin to speak, Gene was already wearing her cheery smile. Though after a long day of traveling, she didn’t at all feel cheery. “Yes!” she purred, looking the Slytherin over as smoothened out her shirt. Her bright hazel eyes immediately darted to the first years. Their dazed expressions were definitely something to laugh at. “And you must be Karissa, right? I thought I recognized you.” Her cheery smile quickly shifted into a playful one.
She wasn’t exactly sure what tactics to play with this girl, for she seemed to wear the crown. Although her friends laughed and beamed, Genesis was quiet for a moment. She was an observer, and she knew quite well Karissa Mancuso wasn’t all giggles and hugs. And after a few chats with her last year, she knew exactly what she was about. She was a fake. But she did it so well. Genesis liked that.
“Yes,” she began again, reentering the conversation. It seemed her fellow Slytherin has restarted it as her own. But hey, she was cool with that. “Yes, he’s quite nice. I’ve been waiting for a good Slytherin to start running the school.” Her head twirled to the front of the room as the headmaster spoke. His speech seemed to be nearing an end, and Gene’s attention began to refocus back on the others. He was reciting the rules, and her ears soon began to pick up on the sounds of giggling and scoffing. Genesis rolled her eyes. What could she expect? Typical Slytherin behavior.
“Well, I heard he had to make emergency visits to St. Mungos nearly every other week!” She laughed mischievously. “But I say he just did that to get away.” Gene began to help herself to the mashed potatoes and then to the assortment of meats. As she set her plate in front of her, she stole a glance at Karissa. She wasn’t eating. Gene couldn’t blame her. If it wasn’t for her meat deprivation, she would be sitting out as well.
“Absolutely awful,” she replied, sighing heavily as she took a small bite of mashed potatoes. Genesis felt a sharp kick hit her in the shin. Gene looked across the table at her friend, making a dramatic face as she crossed her fingers Karissa was looking the other way. Gene merely sent a disapproving look back, suppressing a hiss. Her friend stared at her for a moment, her eyes large as a puppy dogs. She didn’t expect Gene to take Karissa’s side. “I was grounded, again.” Gene tried to fill the moment of silence she and her friend’s exchange has taken place. “And put on a strict vegan diet.” Gene’s voice was sad, almost pitiful. For she was a Werewolf, and no one messed with a Werewolf and their food.
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Post by lilian ross wood on Feb 21, 2011 6:59:36 GMT -5
  Boom. Boom. Boom. Just a couple of words that would cheer her up before the feast. Not that the feast was much of a bore, not to Lilian, but still. Okay. It was a little boring. It was always the same thing, over and over and over again. The sorting, oh of all things the sorting was by far the most beyond boring of them all. She couldn't even remember how her first year had passed during the time. It was only a dusty old hat, worn and thinned out by the years, shouting out the names of the respective Hogwarts houses by the personal traits of students who were younger. Of course, Lilian always liked to listen, see if the person the hat had chosen worthy to honor them with the noble house of the mighty Salazar Slytherin. Or rather, just the Hogwarts house of Slytherin. Silver and green colors, with the snake on the emblem as the house animal. All that sort of stuff. She sighed. Slytherin hadn't been called out for a long time, but then again, I suppose that he might be pondering over what house to put a student in. But, by god, he had better speed up the process. Some people were starving here. Well, actually, Lilian wasn't hungry for some reason. She hadn't eaten for the whole day, unless you counted the meager burnt toast she had half forced in her mouth on the way out to school. Curtesy of her mother, of course. Halfway through the journey to platform nine and three quarters Lilian had disposed of about half of her burnt toast leaving a disgusting wrenching taste on her tongue and her stomach twisting for something to eat. After the time spent on the train Lilian's stomach has calmed down and she was not hungry the least bit. For some extremely incredibly weird reason. Maybe she should have gotten something from the sweets cart that had strolled by. She had loose change on the Hogwarts Express, but neglected to get anything. Maybe if she had her stomach wouldn't be so messed up right now.
"Slytherin!"
Lilian clapped along with most of the Slytherins residing at the table. Way to pull her out of her thoughts. She could just imagine what she looked like, blank expression and all. Just great. She just had to silently hope and pray now that no one saw her. After all, attracting attention towards herself wasn't something she wanted, not after all the hard work she's done for trying to blend in and disappear. It never did always work, but it was damn right a better thing than standing out and being noticed for both good and bad things alike. There were a lot of people like that in Hogwarts. She noticed. But so did everyone else. Better than that, anything was better than that. Oh, the joys. They had to be near the end, or was the sorting hat taking it's jolly sweet time so painstakingly slow? Stupid hat. Or was it the students? Were they so much a mix between two houses that the sorting hat and it's oldness was having trouble? That's no good. She was restless. She wanted food on the table. Not because she was hungry, but for the sole fact that she acknowledged the fact that she needed to eat something other than half a piece of dry, burnt toast for today. Perhaps the aroma of food would help. Now she definitely couldn't wait until the sorting hat was done sorting all the students. Long awaiting it, Lilian sat. One more student, she thought every time a student sat on the stool and had the hat placed oen top of their head. One more student. It was never the case until the last student, however. At long last.
But she was in for yet another suprise. Instead of old man Zefron standing near the table that Lilian had yet again neglected to notice, for her lack of caring, it was her Slytherin head of house. Or, it seemed to be former head of house. What was he now, promoted to headmaster? No way, Headmaster Zefron... Feeble protests scrambled through Lilians mind, trying to make sense of it. And then gave up. A medical issue, did he say? Wouldn't it be on the daily prophet, then? Surely, since this was the Hogwarts Headmaster we were talking about, it would have been on there? Perhaps it was, and Lilian had just not seen it. But that was impossible, Lilian always read every inch of it. Maybe she just missed it. Mistakes can happen. Stupid mistakes. Professor Giovanni obviously knew what he was doing. For a matter of about ten minutes he explained everything a headmaster should have explained, though he should have known it would have been futile, there were always trouble makers, and they tended to be from her house and their rival, the one and only gryffindors. Lilian fought the urge to shoot the table a glare, after all, her sister was there. But it was hard. She just focused on the food in front of her, that had just now magically appeared. The aroma wasn't making her feel any more hungry, but Lilian piled on some potatoes and vegetables so she could force it down her throat in hope of some nutrition. The potatoes went down fine, they were mashed after all, but the veggies, well, they were something. As a result she had pretty much resorted to just using her fork to move it back and forth along her plate. Back and forth. Back and forth.
Out of sheer boredom and lack of anything to do, she was overhearing a conversation of two other Slytherin girls, about the same age as her if not older, talking about their summer. None other was there the most popular and bitchiest of all students. Karissa. Hopefully she was in a good mood, because Lilian was about to jump into the conversation so she could be doing something. "Sorry to intude. May I join the conversation?" Nice, Lily. Just nice. Short, sweet, to the point. What was that about vegan diets?
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Post by KARISSA NATALIA MANCUSO on Feb 21, 2011 14:33:52 GMT -5
Karissa refrained from laughing when Gene asked if she was Karissa. Of course she was Karissa! Who else would she be? The queen of England? As much as Karissa would enjoy that, no, she wasn't. She was the queen of Slytherin, maybe even Hogwarts. A warm smile found it's way onto Karissa's features despite this. "Yes, Karissa Mancuso." she said. See? She could be nice, despite popular belief. Even if she was faking it, she could pretend to be nice. Well hot damn, Karissa should become an actress if the whole evil thing didn't work out for her. Either way, she would still have a very successful career. Karissa looked around the hall, at all of the other houses. She didn't like any of them, not one person. The way she saw it, there was no hope for anybody placed into any house but Slytherin. In the beginning of her third year, she'd met a first year. She had all characteristics of a Slytherin. For some reason, that batty old hat had placed her in Gryffindor. Karissa hadn't spoken to her since. She couldn't give less of a rat's ass for the girl any more.
That hat was so unpredictable. Honestly, Karissa thought that it was going insane and Hogwarts needed to get a new one. Perhaps a brand new one would be placing more of these damn first years into Slytherin. Karissa needed followers. After all, what was a leader if it had nobody to follow her? Pathetic, that's what it is. As much as she hated the family, Karissa would admit that the Potter's father was indeed a good leader. He always had followers, no matter what. So did Karissa. She was up on a mountain, looking down at everybody else. The only people equal with her were the people whom she called her friends. Other than that, she didn't need anybody. All of the people that hated her just fueled her power. You didn't have power if nobody hated you. If nobody hated you, then everybody loved you, and that wasn't a leader. That was having a good personlity.
"Really?" Karissa asked. She hadn't known about Zefron nipping off to St. Mungo's every week. That certainly was something. Although, what headmaster in their right mind wouldn't need to get away from this damn place? Karissa would give Giovanni five years before he started going insane. Maybe less, depending on the type of first years that came his way. Karissa looked up at Giovanni. He was a powerful professor, but headmaster? It was too soon to tell. Then Gene started to speak about her summer. "Oh hot damn, a vegan diet? That's to bad." Karissa said. Although she didn't eat it in big proportions, meat was something that Karissa couldn't live without. As a matter of fact, for breakfast this morning, Karissa had sausage and bacon and eggs. Technically, it could all be categorized as meat. Sort of.
Karissa looked over to the girl who had decided to jump into their conversation. She looked her up and down before knowing her name. She was one of the Woods, the Slytherin one. Boy, was she a dud in the family. Karissa felt bad for the girl; she had to live with goody-goodies, especially her Gryffindor sister. Oh how Karissa could not stand Alice Wood. She was the one who had given her most of her detentions last year. One would think that running into the girl so much while causing trouble that Karissa would have learned Alice's tricks to catch her, but she just couldn't figure it out. Alice was the only one who could catch Karissa whenever she was at her most mischievous. She always thought out her plans thoroughly, and yet somehow Alice always found the needle that she had left behind while passing through the haystack. Damn her.
Karissa shrugged to the girl. What was her first name? Lilian, that was it. Lilian Wood. You would think that since Karissa and Lilian were on the Quidditch team, they would somewhat friends, but Karissa had barely spoken to the girl. "Sure, go ahead." You already did, Karissa thought, but didn't hold it against the girl. If she had a bitter look on her face, it was gone now, replaced with a cheery one. "Oh, Gene, I don't know if you know this or not, but this is Lilian Wood. Her family wasn't Slytherin at all. Shocker, isn't it?" Karissa figured that that was enough of a "punishment" on coming into the conversation, if that's what she was trying to do. Although, it was normally what Karissa did. She knew everyone's family, their backgrounds, their insecurities. At least, that's what she liked to think. And Karissa was sure that one of Lilian's insecurities was being the only Slytherin in the family. Karissa turned back to Lilian. "I do admire your father's playing though. It's a shame he wasn't a part of the Slytherin team. He could have lead them to a house cup every year." she said, then took a sip of her pumpkin juice.
NOTES: bahaha don't judgee kait ! aaanndd i'll try to not ramble too, forte <33
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Post by GENESIS ISADORA ARKWRIGHT on Feb 21, 2011 20:14:30 GMT -5
Genesis smiled softly as she watched Lilian make her way through the crowd of students. She was even happier when she made her way into the conversation. Gene took another bite, suppressing her strong cheery delight. She hated it when energy was focused on her. Instead, she liked to focus it on other. It was strong and intense, like darting red lasers shooting into your eyes, strange and curious at first, though it could soon turn painful. And if you weren’t on your guard, it was best to stay inconspicuous. Fortunately, Ms. Wood seemed to be taking care of that.
Gene looked the Slytherin over for a moment. "Yes, yes, of course!" Gene replied quickly, nodding her head. She knew perfectly well who Lilian was, and she was surprised Karissa didn’t. But Lilian wasn't as high and mighty as some of her other friends. She was the Wood girl, sister to Alice Wood. Didn't she belong in Gryffindor? She immediately thought of Lilian's sister, Alice. Yes, Alice was definitely a Gryffindor. She was even more of a bookworm than Gene was. Oh, Lilian, that poor child. Gene's rosy lips began to turn down into a small pout.
Yes, Genesis didn't like Alice at all. Multiple times she had caught Gene flirting with the Ravenclaw boys, and she had almost gotten a date to Hogsmead too. Snitch. Gene shook her head, feeling her long dark tousled brown hair tumble down her back. She still needed to get back at Alice for that. But right now was not the time for that.
"You poor, poor, child!" she gasped, fawning over the newest Slytherin girl. "She must be dreadful, your sister." Spoken aloud, Genesis knew her words sounded more like an insult than it did a pitiful remark. But she had meant it that way, for Karissa was acting in the exact same manner, and no one took sides against her. At least, no one with a good wit.
Genesis sighed sadly, shaking her head in pity as she began to play at her empty plate. "Indeed," she agreed. But she was quickly beginning to lose interest in the conversation. Her inquisitive hazel eyes began to wander to the Ravenclaw table before moving on to the Gryffindor house. A new cluster of first years had already begun to exchange gossip. Before the day was over, they'd know which house was on top. And it definitely wasn't theirs.
 WORDS :: 404 :O Jeez, slow down people! 1,000 word posts? -sob- TAGS :: Karissa, Lilian OUTFIT :: www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=28445709NOTES :: She’s a Slytherin, what would you expect? CREDZ :: template to Heather!
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Post by lilian ross wood on Feb 22, 2011 5:59:36 GMT -5
What the hell? Okay, sure her words were short and sweet and to the point, but they were so horrible for a conversation starter. But then again, you could hardly blame her, as she was not exactly the best social butterfly. Scratch that, she was not even close to a social butterfly. much preferring the peace and quiet than the murmurs and babbles of other girls her age, or anyone at that point. So, what was it with the conversation jumping in thing? Couldn't she have done something much more subtle to catch their attention, than just outrightedly saying that she wanted to join the conversation. And what was up with her? She was being so... oddly formal. Damn being formal. Screw that. But really? If only she could take back the words she had said. But she couldn't, could she? It wasn't like there was some sort of spell that could magically erase everyone's memory about what she had said and shove the words back into her mouth before she could even try to say something. Wouldn't that be a great little spell. She was wishing for it, but she knew that it was pretty much impossible. What a shame, really, that would be so useful for her misgivings and sayings. Ha. If only. That would be really nice, wouldn't that be? Just imagine, things you can avoid and undo if you just didn't say the words you wanted to at that exact moment. Life would be so much better. Wouldn't it? Wouldn't another person agree to that? But then again, it would be like time traveling. And time traveling, you could easily create paradoxes by killing your own kin and you would be trapped. But in a way it wasn't time traveling. Ugh, she was confusing herself, again, and now she had better pay more attention. If she could muster the energy and the focus.
But then her mind found something else to obsess and worry over. Her sister. Her fucking perfect sister, sorted into Slytherin with the one flaw of fearing quidditch. If that even counted as a flaw! She was pretty much the person who caught all the Slytherins troublemaking, and giving them all detentions. It hadn't exactly made Lilian the most welcomed of all house members in Slytherin. Her damn sister. That perfectionist was probably hell-bent on ruining her life. But on the other hand, there was the unevitable caring and love between them that even Lilly couldn't get wipe away, get rid of, or banish from her life. It wasn't all that easy ignoring her either, whenever she passed by her in the hall there was nothing more that the youngest Wood sister wanted to do than punch her square in the face for making her life one living hell in the deep depts of the Slytherin dungeons. Though she has found her place and dug her way in so deep that one could not help but see that she was nothing like her sister. But her last name was something. Her father... as much as she loved him it seemed like a curse to be a Slytherin and be a Wood. It was a lose-lose situation. Your family hates you for being a Slytherin and your house hates you for having a family unlike Slytherin, and having at least two Gryffindors in the midst of it. Great, just great. At least, well, she wasn't hated. After all, it would get a bit hard trying to hate someone who hated other houses almost as much as you do, and had a mischievious side, as well as a troublemaking one too.
"- this is Lilian Wood. Her family wasn't Slytherin at all. Shocker, isn't it?" Oh no. They were talking about her family now. Just relax, Lilian. It's alright. They are not going to talk about Alice. They are not going to talk about Alice. Allie does not cross their minds. Please, she does not cross their minds. Aw, damn it. "- dreadful, your sister." She felt the overwhelming urge to defend her sister. After all, blood is thicker than water. No one can escape the claims of family. This was just horrible. Torn between family and... this? She could subtly lie and agree with them, which was about what half of her feelings of her sister, or she could outrageously defend her sister with no possible gain. Improvise. Improv. That's what she needed. But how could she improvise something that was so... opposite? She just needed to try her best. She could just imagine her face screwing up to figure out something. But then again, she had an emotionless mask on, at least, for the time being.
"Yeah, she's dreadful. She just hates Slytherins, it seems. Though, it has its perks, being her sister. Rarely do I get detentions." Okay, that awas pathetic. It might have been just accelerant for their seemingly insulting prejudice towards her. Hopefully it wasn't the case. Though, it pushed her through the edge to try and not defend her dad. Maybe Karissa was trying to compliment him by saying she admired his Quidditch skills, but Lilian turned a blind eye towards it, marking it as more of an insult than anything. So her reasoning: Sure, him being on Slytherin was nice, but you gotta respect what house people are sorted in. "That's ancient history. Dad's Gryffindor. He always will be."
God, was she stupid.
WORDS?! nine oh five
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NOTES?! that's nice, stac. great idiocy on that post thurr. and i will try not to babble on too much anymore....
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Post by KARISSA NATALIA MANCUSO on Feb 22, 2011 14:52:27 GMT -5
Karissa looked from one girl to the other. Karissa never really paid attention to anybody who was outside of her clique and/or Slytherin. Sometimes she just didn't pay attention to people period. Quite a few times had she almost run into people when she was digging through her purse or talking about herself. She didn't care. If people couldn't see her coming, then she couldn't see them. Isn't that how it worked? You can't see me, I can't see you. Sometimes though, it ended up being you can see Karissa, but she just give a hoot as to who you are, so she doesn't see you. Simple as pie, right? Actually, that saying was off base. Pie was hard to make! Karissa had tried once when she was twelve. Let's just say she was never allowed in the kitchen again, let alone to operate the oven. So, everybody in her family just cooked for her. If they refused, she would get and say something about the incident and suddenly, everyone was rushing to cook for her. Life was good during Holidays.
Karissa snickered when Gene had said her sister was dreadful. It was quite true, actually. The little bitch. Honestly, if she gave Karissa one more detention, Karissa just might have to jinx her. She was surprised it hadn't happened yet. Karissa knew when to shut her mouth though, most times (well, maybe she never did around students, but around "superiors", she did, even if it was just a prefect position). Damn prefects. They were all so..perfect. Karissa wondered whether they were really that perfect. Ha, hardly. Karissa was willing to bet that three quarters of the current prefects caused more trouble than they stopped. Karissa was determined to catch one of them doing something against the rules, and see how they like getting a detention. Pfft. Goody-Goodies. What were they good for?
Karissa raised her eyebrows when Lilian said that she rarely got detentions. Oh, that was a good perk, even Karissa would admit that. "Very nice." she said, then noticed how quiet Gene was at the moment. She was normally the conversation starter whenever she and Karissa had spoken before. She cast a glance over to the girl out of the corner of her eyes, but left it alone. "All my brother is good for is being a dumbass so that I have something against him whenever he figures out things I've done that I shouldn't have. I swear, he's worse than I am." she said, rolling her eyes and casting a glance down the table at her brother. He didn't seem to notice, seeing as he had his tongue down some fourth year's throat. Pig. She shook her head and sighed. Didn't he have a clue that she was four years younger than him? That's almost rape.
Karissa turned her attention back to the conversation at hand. Yes, yes, of course, he's a Gryffindor, blah blah. Karissa frowned slightly before she shook her head and chuckled. "Yes, of course. Once a Gryffindor, always a Gryffindor. Same with any house, I suppose." she sighed. Slytherin better win the cup this year. If they didn't, she didn't know what she would do. A silence seemed to settle among the group, so Karissa looked around and took another sip of pumpkin juice. Conversation, that's what she needed. "So, Gene," she started again, speaking to the other dark-haired girl. "I do think you should try out for the Quidditch team this year. Lilian and I are already practically guaranteed a spot, and we have some seventh years on the team last year, so there are a few open positions." she said, nudging Lilian. If there was anything more that Karissa wanted, it was her name on a trophy. That would make her years at Hogwarts perfect.
NOTES: bahaha don't judgee kait ! aaanndd i'll try to not ramble too, forte <33
WORDS: six thirty seven
OUTFIT: this !
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Post by annabella zoraida rosenberg on Feb 24, 2011 2:34:50 GMT -5
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It was literally impossible to travel to Hogwarts on your own when you were a student. Even if you didn't want to interact, you were forced to, because there were new students that had questions that wanted to be answered, old enemies that couldn't stay but dropped a passing insult, and friends that wanted to catch up because they hadn't spoken to you since the end of last year. If they didn't care enough to send an owl, though, how good a friend were they really? Only two people she would consider friends had sent her owls, and one of them was persistent enough that it only wasn't annoying because he was her best friend. He proved to be as impossible to find as he usually was, though, and so Annabella spent a vast majority of the seven hours on the train entertaining first years and trying to think of horror stories to tell them. Sadly, she came up short and ended up using the History of Magic to fill in the gaps. Luckily, she had it memorised, and none of the nervous looking kids appeared to have read it enough to recognise the contorted facts.
At Hogsmeade station, Annabella transferred herself from the train carriage to a carriage pulled by a black, leathery looking Thestral, whom only she from the group seemed to be able to see. She spent the time in the pumpkin shaped carriage brushing her hair and trying to keep out of the conversation that was going on around her. Thankfully, they didn't press her too hard to join in, and they alighted at the castle. She sat on her own at the table, her eyes scouring the room for any of her friends. Most of them weren't even in her house, so looking down the table wouldn't help much. As her eyes darted from the back of one head to the front of another, she realised that she wasn't just looking for any friend; she was looking for one in particular. The very one, in fact, that sent her owls daily until she replied.
Seeing no-one, Annabella sighed and shrugged, and directed her gaze to the Sorting. Her eyes glazed over, and every time the girl beside her applauded, Annabella would bring her hands together automatically a couple of times, but there was no real enthusiasm behind it. Why did it matter which houses they were in anyway? Couldn't they all be friends regardless? Although, to be fair, Annabella had yet to make friends with a Slytherin. It was only after Emilio had finished speaking that Annabella snapped out of her reverie. Food! Yes, food was good! She may have eaten on the train, but that wasn't really the point, was it? Where there was food, there was goodness, and satisfaction, and contentment.
Blanching as her hand passed over a meat dish, Annabella started shovelling potatoes onto her plate. Shaking the spoon a little too violently to rid it of the excess, some mash flew backwards, aiming directly for a huddle of girls at the Slytherin table. As her eyes followed the path of the food, Annabella knew that it wasn't going to end well. However, she did find that she didn't care enough to pull out her wand and divert it. Perversely, she kind of wanted to see who it would hit and what would happen.
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