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Post by virgo leila malfoy on Jun 24, 2011 17:59:01 GMT -5
Virgo had been feeling so down in the dumps about something. Tears welled up in her eyes as she walked to the room of requirement. It appeared as she entered. She slid her bag off her shoulder, it was filled with items she usually didnt carry. Such as a blanket, pillow, and her favorite teddy bear. Anything could be wrong with her but perhaps it had to do with that power of hers. She prefered to not think about it. Thoughts swirled to her rebellion plans; She was going to dye her hair, get laid with a seventh year, and give her parents a scare.
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Post by rose camille weasley on Jun 25, 2011 2:08:05 GMT -5
  A bright flash of fiery, almost-orange hair suddenly appeared in the hallway. The girl walked briskly, hazel eyes peering around cautiously. She was in a hurry, that was for sure. It was almost past curfew, and she had yet to get back to the Gryffindor tower. She had been in the library this whole time, reading the day away. Nothing out of the ordinary for her, of course. Rose Weasley could usually be found in the same place most days she didn't have class. Slowly making sure no one was watching her, she bumped up her already-hurried pace into a slow run, her footsteps echoed around the empty hallway.
The Seventh Year slowed down, however, when she heard someone else in the hall. She peered around the corner, only to see a blonde girl she vaguely recognized disappear into a room that seemed to appear out of thin air. Well, that was sure curious. Who was the girl, anyways? She had to have been younger than herself, and she wasn't in Gryffindor. Where had she seen her before?
And that's when she realized... it was Scorpius' little sister. Well, this was going to be an interesting experience.
Hurrying before the door could disappear on her again, Rose ran and flung the door open before jumping into the wide room. She blinked and looked around in amazement. Hmm... how come she hadn't been in this room yet? She was a Seventh Year, after all. Looking at the small blonde girl for the first time, she noticed tears. Oh boy. The fiery-haired girl bit her lip, before giving a nervously affectionate look to her.
"Err... Hello, Virgo... Are you okay?"
words--- 275.
tags--- Virgo.
notes--- Meeh. ._.
outfit--- Click.
lyrics--- Lady Gaga's The Edge of Glory
credit--- Credit to Dollie [/size][/blockquote] |
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Post by virgo leila malfoy on Jun 25, 2011 9:08:06 GMT -5
Virgo gulped hard as she pulled out all the stuff. Scorpius would probably had gone all overprotective big brother. But then again, Virgo caused him the painful memory of the day she discovered her magic. At 3 years old, she destoryed pretty much her chances of ever getting along with her family. The door to the room opened and she looked over at Rose with teary eyes.
"Hey Rose. Im just feeling a little bit down."
Rose had a crush on her older brother and She was best fiends with her cousins.
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Post by rose camille weasley on Jun 29, 2011 20:46:33 GMT -5
The long-haired ginger bit her lip awkwardly. Looking around the large room, she searched for some possible way to cheer the younger girl up.
Oh... Uhmm, would you like to, er, talk about it?
she questioned, eyebrows knitting together in confusion. Awkwardness entrapped them in the room, and Rose swallowed, just to do something other than stand there.
words--- 57.
tags--- Virgo.
notes--- Sorry about that wait... And the extreme shortness...
outfit--- Click.
lyrics--- Lady Gaga's The Edge of Glory
credit--- Credit to Dollie [/size][/blockquote] |
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Post by virgo leila malfoy on Jul 8, 2011 17:48:49 GMT -5
Virgo looked at Rose and Gulped. When she asked about her about talking about it, she noded.
"It's about my childhood. " She said softly as she bit her lip in nervousness. Her magic now made the air all static-ty. She wanted to rid herself of the power and memory. "And Santana Lopez wants to make me into her weapon." She said frowning, she hated when people used her as a weapon bacause it was like she was being treated like a dispoosible weapon.
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