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Post by //Rosabelle Ross-- on Nov 11, 2010 16:33:01 GMT -5
Even with the beginning of the new school year, nothing had changed. Everyone was still the same, the classes were more or less the same, and there was still no place for Rosabelle Ross. Friendless and as lonely as ever, it seemed that this year was going to be the same as every other. Not that it truly mattered to her. No friends and no social life meant more time for books and studying. The lack of friendship was a void that was easily filled by classes and work. That had been her pattern since she was a young child. It wasn’t going to abruptly end.
Though, Rosie did feel a sting in the early days of the year. As classes were only beginning, homework was not there to take over her free time. Instead, the lack of work left the lonely girl to wander the halls. When she wasn’t in class or with a quill and parchment, there wasn’t much for Rosie to preoccupy herself with. In the end, the only activity that Rose could think of was to explore. She knew that in an old place such as Hogwarts, there were plenty of dusty nooks and crannies to search in. Yet, by a student’s fifth year, there wasn’t much to left to find. Except for forbidden doors and floors, which Rose had enough sense to enter; the fifth year just got bored.
Where did that leave her? Outside, the last place she wanted to be. Rose was more of an indoors kind of person. Yet, it was a nice day, the sun was out and the wind wasn’t too fierce. Stepping out onto the grass, Rosie gave a sigh. “This isn’t too bad.” She muttered to herself.
It wasn’t long until she found a spot under a tree next to the lake. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a tentacle of the giant squid. On any other day, she would’ve gone over to examine it but she had seen the giant squid enough times. Today, she decided, she would just be lazy. Digging a sketchbook and pencils, muggle items she had smuggled into Hogwarts and a dragon book out of her bag, she flipped open to the picture she had been working on. She then flipped to her reference picture in the book; it showed a rather spiny dragon called a Chinese Fireball.
Dragons were Rose’s passion. When she wasn’t reading about them, she was drawing about them, or thinking about them. She had heard of people going on to researching dragons, she wanted to be one of those people. She knew her parents would never approve, they didn’t even believe that the creature existed until Rose started attending a school for witches and wizards. She laughed out loud when she imagined her parents’ expressions on the day she chose to tell them about her aspirations.
Then she became worried about the fact that she probably looked crazy. That insane Dragon Girl sitting by her lonesome laughing at something imaginary. Yeah, she was never making any friends.
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Post by Zahara Noir on Nov 12, 2010 0:18:46 GMT -5
Zahara had woken up and did her normal morning routine. There were no classes for her today so she got up later than usual, showered, dressed, ran to the great hall and managed to snag some cold toast before it went back to the kitchens. She then had taken up residence on some of the rocks by the lake which was one of her frequented areas and began doing some last minute school work. She was caught up on everything and just had a few bits left to do.
Her work was done in silence in the cool autmn air nothing making a noise except for the occasional splash on the water, rustle of leaves or in her case a tune being hummed softly. It wasn't long before she was done with the last bit of school work and just laying on the rocks as if it were the most comfortable thing to lay on.
She was wearing a white tunic, a hot pink zebra print hoodie, leggings and converse sneakers. Her pale face was brushed lightly with pale foundation and a shimmer powder. Her lips were dark and her eyes were lined with black liner and mascara with white, aqua, and black shadow. As the squid grew closer to the shore she gave out a snarl as it splashed her with the water by using one of its large tenticles,
"Hey, Cut it out. Its to cold for that shit."
She huffed grabbed her school bag and stood hoping to find another place to sit. Her eyes scanned the grounds as she began walking at a leisure pace. Spotting a girl under one of the trees drawing she wondered if the girl would like some company. She seemed to be fine on her own but something told her the girl was lonely. Zahara walked over, never going against about what she thought of people cause she usually was right about them. Stopping to the side some she smiled in a friendly manner.
"Mind if I join you? The squid ran me off from the rocks and you look like you could use some company..."
She waited for the girl to reply as she held her school bag over her shoulder. WORDCOUNT:: 371 THEOUTFIT:: click here TAGGEDFOR:: rosabelle, open COMMENTS:: hope you don't mind me hopping in
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Post by //Rosabelle Ross-- on Nov 13, 2010 11:06:05 GMT -5
Rose had been so engrossed in her drawing that she didn’t notice the other girl until it was too late. "Mind if I join you? The squid ran me off from the rocks and you look like you could use some company..." The girl’s voice scared the crap out of Rose, her body giving a sudden lurch and her pencil fell out of her hand. A long line went across the side of her paper. It didn’t ruin the sketch but it would be a pain to erase.
It took a moment to recover, and only then was Rose able to glance up at the girl. At first, she didn’t recognize the other student. She was older than Rose herself, probably a sixth or seventh year. Her tone was friendly though as she spoke to Rose, sincere in her offer. No matter how antisocial she could get at times and how on most occasions, she would turn this girl down, Rose was having a hard time saying no. Instead, Rose moved over a bit, giving room for the other girl. “Sure.” Rose gave an unsure smile, starting to erase the stray line.
“And don’t fret too much about the squid. He was probably just playing.” Rose smirked, glancing over at the water to catch a glimpse of a tentacle just disappearing into the water. It wasn’t a hostile creature, actually more of a pet of the students. There were many warm days that it sat in the shallows and Rose would bend over the water to stroke its tentacles. It was slimy and rubbery but her fascination for magical creatures won over the desire to back away. “I'm Rose by the way. And you would be?” Rose asked, snapping out of her thoughts. She wasn’t very skilled at starting conversations but it was worth a shot.
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Post by Zahara Noir on Nov 13, 2010 15:46:51 GMT -5
Zahara smiled at the girl in a friendly manor she was an older student close to her age maybe a year or two younger. As the girl jumped in shock of her apparent sneaking up on Zahara frowned,
"I'm sorry I didn't mean to startle you....Oh no I've ruined your drawing."
She said noticing the large pencil streak on the paper. She knew all to well what it felt like to have a drawing ruined. As she sat down and smiled at the girl she looked back at the lake,
"Yeah its to cold to be splashed by water though... I'm Zahara Noir. Hufflepuff, 7th year. much to my dismay on housing."
She spoke as she held her hand out to the girl her black and blue painted nails glinting in the light. She sat her bag on the ground and folded her legs under her. WORDCOUNT:: --- THEOUTFIT:: click here TAGGEDFOR:: rosabelle, open COMMENTS:: sorry its a short post
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Post by //Rosabelle Ross-- on Nov 13, 2010 21:15:19 GMT -5
"I'm sorry I didn't mean to startle you....Oh no I've ruined your drawing." The girl said as she sat down, giving a look of pity. Rose just shrugged and shook her head. The drawing wasn’t ruined. Yeah, it was a pain to erase the line, the graphite thick in the precious sketch paper that Rose had no desire to ruin. If she ran out of pages in her sketch book due to failure sketches, it would be difficult to convince her mother to send a new one. She wasn’t too fond of owls, attaching a letter to one was always a horrifying experience for her and finding one to take a package for her would cause the woman a heart attack.
"Yeah its to cold to be splashed by water though... I'm Zahara Noir. Hufflepuff, 7th year. much to my dismay on housing."
Rose shook the girl’s hand and finally realized where she had seen the older student before. “You’re in my potions class.” The blonde blurted out before she could stop herself. To recover from the sudden outburst, the Gryffindor redirected that part of the conversation before it even started. Rose worried that Zahara was still touchy about the fact that the potions professor had found the bottle of firewhiskey in her bag. “I don’t see why Hufflepuff is so bad. Every house has its traits and there has to be a reason you were placed there.”
A twinge of irritation filled Rose, not at the other girl but at herself. She was saying this as the girl herself was uncertain of why she was placed in her house. Gryffindor, it didn’t fit her. ‘I always thought I belonged in Hufflepuff.’ She thought, briefly jealous of this girl. It seemed neither of them quite fit in their house.
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Post by Zahara Noir on Nov 13, 2010 22:03:08 GMT -5
Zahara was going through her bag for the muggle book she had been reading. Pulling the hardback book out that was missing its paper sleeve but had the title on the side stating it was Rose Red by Steven King. As she opened it to the place where the bookmark was she spoke up,
"Yeah, I'm the seventh year who carries a bottle of firewhiskey in her schoolbag. Its a habit. How that professor knew it was there I will never know. But he can have it I got another one."
She said with a chesire cat like grin. She began reading but looked up as Rosabelle four sentences into the book.
"Yeah but to you do I seem like Hufflepuff material? Honest to truth because I don't see me as Canary Yellow material. Now you on the other hand do. No Offense."
She said off handedly and went back to reading the book in her hand. Her theory was that she gave the sorting hat a headache and he just through her with the misfits that didn't go anywhere else. In personal oppinion she belonged in Slytherin possibly Ravenclaw. She had guts but she wasn't a goody two shoes. WORDCOUNT:: --- THEOUTFIT:: click here TAGGEDFOR:: rosabelle, open COMMENTS:: n.a
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Post by //Rosabelle Ross-- on Nov 13, 2010 22:17:18 GMT -5
Rose flinched as Zahara openly admitted to the firewhiskey and commented on how she would get another one. She still didn’t seem quite happy about the fact Professor Kameren took it and Rose instantly decided never to bring the topic back up. The Gryffindor also couldn’t help but notice the title and author of the book that Zahara was reading. She had never read the book itself but Stephen King was a name she recognized. He was a muggle author. Rose smiled at the prospect of someone who also had a muggle possession besides her.
"Yeah but to you do I seem like Hufflepuff material? Honest to truth because I don't see me as Canary Yellow material. Now you on the other hand do. No Offense." She said before Rose could comment on the book or anything else for that matter.
“None taken, I’ve always thought I might have belonged in Hufflepuff. Instead, I say that the Sorting Hat must have its reasons. We may not even know it’s there but there has to be an explanation to why we have been placed in our houses. So, I’ve put my faith into the Sorting Hat’s decision and hope he made the right choice.” Rose stunned herself a bit with her own words. She was never quite philosophical but what she said was true. Despite all the doubt that Rose had in her own sorting, she never once considered being in another house. For the last five years she had been a Gryffindor and not even for a single minute had Rose wanted that to change.
So, for the life of her, she couldn’t understand Zahara’s disdain for her house. Even if it wasn’t the perfect match, Rose would’ve expected the girl to have some loyalty to her house.
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Post by Zahara Noir on Nov 14, 2010 20:26:10 GMT -5
Zahara had read a few sentences when she looked at the girl momentarily before she read some more then spoke. It seemed either her firewhiskey fiasco in potions had made the girl think poorly of her or her response to it had caused some sort of riffle in the girl,
"Well my theory is, is that I gave the sorting hat a headache and he just tossed me where all the rest go so to speak because he couldn't decide on where to put me. I personally think I should have went to Slytherin....I can be a bit of a bitch on occasions."
She said her mind flashing back to the first year she had stickied charmed the lips together of to shut her up. WORDCOUNT:: --- THEOUTFIT:: click here TAGGEDFOR:: rosabelle, open COMMENTS:: my brain won't compose a decent post - my plot bunnies are running amuck with other ideas and refuse to pay attention role plays at the moment. sorry.
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Post by //Rosabelle Ross-- on Nov 14, 2010 20:50:45 GMT -5
Rose laughed at Zahara’s response. She was going in circles, it was as if the girl didn’t want to admit that maybe, in the slightest, she belonged to Hufflepuff. Quite frankly, Rose didn’t see why. The other girl simply kept saying she gave the hat a headache and that she belonged in a house that wasn’t Hufflepuff. In between, she kept looking into her book, as if what they were talking about wasn’t serious. The Gryffindor was caught between being amused and being irritated.
“Well, I can be a bitch most of the times too.” Rose pointed out, returning to her drawing as if this subject didn’t matter to her either. “Does that mean I belong in Slytherin?” She asked, finishing up the tail of her dragon. “I hope not because I would get killed there.” She concluded, putting her pencil in her mouth and holding her sketch book at arms’ length. It looked fine, despite the ugly reminiscence of the accidental line. She glanced down at the book briefly and decided that her sketch was accurate enough.
Then she glanced back over at Zahara, who was reading. “All I have to say on the matter is that you shouldn’t doubt how you were sorted. Just be happy that you are attending Hogwarts at all.” She pointed out, jabbing the other girl in the arm with her pencil eraser.
OoC: Aww. I never knew Rose could be so chummy. And that's alright. C:
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Post by Zahara Noir on Nov 15, 2010 16:54:35 GMT -5
Zahara was reading her book as she kept attention on the girls words. Looking up only when she felt an eraser jab her upper arm. The girl didn't pass for Slytherin Material. Herself on the other hand did in self opinion.
"So what do you do for fun?"
Zahara asked now changing the subject as if the previous conversation hadn't occured She looked at the girls drawing and spoke off handedly as she tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear absent minded.
"You could try to make a background for the drawing to blend that line in with...just a suggestion though. Might be difficult. Or you could try to remove it with a charm. Not sure which one though."
She went back to her book but finally closed it after turning the page. WORDCOUNT:: --- THEOUTFIT:: click here TAGGEDFOR:: rosabelle, open COMMENTS:: my bunnies have an idea - I was maybe thinking Zahara would try to pull her into going to a party in Hogsmeade. For some reason a thread with a drunk Zahara seems very tempting to me right now. XD. only a thought though.
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Post by //Rosabelle Ross-- on Nov 15, 2010 17:10:06 GMT -5
“What do I do for fun? I mostly study dragons, since I have an interest in Dragonology and I draw—A lot.” Rose gave an example as she flipped through the pages of her sketchbook, showing dragon after dragon and the occasional doodle of a person or other animal. She was constantly drawing, if she didn’t have a pencil in hand, she wasn’t happy. “I suspected you like drinking and partying.” The Gryffindor smirked, her words meant entirely as a joke.
As Zahara suggested the background of her picture, Rose shrugged. “It’s just a sketch. The line doesn’t really touch the dragon, which I don’t really mind.” She said, trying a little harder to rub out the line with her eraser. “And I don’t trust myself with charms; I’m not exactly the best. Thanks though.” Rose smiled. Despite this girl probably being her polar opposite, this had to be the nicest encounter with another person that Rose had had in a while.
OoC: Ack, really short post is short. Sorry. xD And that idea sounds hilarious. It woudl take some real convincing but Rose would probably give in. Though, I'm afraid to get Rose drunk. She would be one of those mean drunks that constantly get into fights. xD
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