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Post by marie on Aug 1, 2006 18:53:25 GMT -5
Lily woke up before anyone else, of course, and sat up in bed. She groaned and groggily looked over at the Muggle clock on her bedside table. 6:30 am, it flashed. She sighed deeply and ran her fingers through her long fiery red hair. She swung her legs to the other side of the bed and crossed the room to the long mirror on one of the walls. She looked into it and her reflection smiled before saying 'Ha, nice look. Really works for you.' She rolled her eyes in annoyance and reached for her brush, which was on the table next to the mirror. She combed her hair, not really caring what she looked like since she had nobody to impress. She sighed deeply yet again and placed the brush back down gently on the table again. She stared at herself, realizing she was still in her emerald green nightgown.
Going back towards the end of her bed, Lily searched through her trunk for something to wear. She pulled a black shirt over her head and a pair of jeans since she was a bit cold, even though the window wasn't open, yet knowing the girls in her dorm, it would be in the next hour or so. She made her way to the exit and reached for the doorknob, wrapping her fingers around it and quickly opening the door. She shut the door behind her with a small squeak!, although she wished she had woke at least one girl up. They were ditzes and she hated them. The thought being laughable made her smile. She heard the clock in the common room chime six times as she went down the girls' staircase and a small laugh escaped her lips. She was up at six for no reason. Ah, but I could study, she thought to herself and smiled, nodding. She really did need to study after all.
Tiptoeing wasn't Lily's best thing as she went back up to the dorm and tiptoed quietly across the dorm but it seemed today God was feeling sypathy and pity for her since, well, she didn't trip. Since her bed was inconviently at the other side of the room, she had had to tiptoe back to get it. She grabbed it and quickly and quietly made her way out of the girls' dorm and the Ravenclaw Common Room altogether. She slung her school bag over her shoulder as she walked, almost stumbling at the weight of the books. She regained her balance and decided to head to the Library, her original destination but she having forgotten where she was heading. She smirked as she finally reached the Library and headed towards one of the tables, ignoring the raging party that had entered the same time she had. She loved noise and all but not this much. She tossed them a sidelong glare, her emerald green orbs scanning the area for a moment, seeing nobody. A sigh escaped her pale pink lips before she took a seat at a nearby table and reached into her bag for her books, taking them out and placing them on the desk. She opened her Transfiguration book and began to read. She loved the Library and found it to be some sort of Sanctuary and it seemed you could always find her in here. She seemed to be labeled as "The Smartest Witch of the Age". She smiled and continued reading, sighing softly.
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Post by Oione Mireault on Aug 1, 2006 19:38:00 GMT -5
Oione hadn't slept at all that night. The dreaded letter from home came sooner than she expected and sealed her doom within seconds. It was probably the first letter in her whole history where her father actually wrote fondly about Seth Silver. 'I knew you would associate yourself with the right people, after all', he stated and Oione couldn't really believe she was seeing this. But her world had been knocked out lately.
She lay in her bed, staring blankly at the ceiling and wondering whether she should go and kill Seth in his sleep so it would put the two of them out of their misery (the worst part was that Seth was quite proud of the situation he had packed them into).
Deciding that she most definitely wasn't about to fall asleep on a night (or was it morning?) like this she quietly crawled out of bed, got dressed, brushed her trade-mark hair and braided it. To an onlooker she might just seem to be neat girl, but when Oione was trying to be insufferably perfect in meant that she was shattered on the inside, and she was at the moment. Pretending everything was fine was her way of keeping her shields, it was something she had learnt long time ago and now she was very much living a lie. Perhaps that was why she became friends with Seth Silver in the first place, he was blunt, rude, arrogant, egoistical and...wild? Yes, that might have been a good word. Around him she was herself, not the perfect princess she was raised to be.
Taking her bag, with quill and parchment enveloped and the letter from her father she sneaked out of the dorm and tiptoed through the Common Room, throwing one last, filthy room in the boys' dormitories direction.
Sliding quietly through the corridors, she hoped she wouldn't bump into a prefect (oh, how Zabini would love to punish her in the most humiliating way possible!) or worse the Head Boy. Orion Lupin was a wonderful person, but she didn't really feel like talking to anyone at the moment.
Looking around, checking if the cost was clear she carefully opened the door that led to the library and went inside. There was no one in, at least Oione thought so. She took the table near one of the giant windows and started ferreting about in her back, trying to overcome the shaking of her hands.
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Post by marie on Aug 1, 2006 19:45:21 GMT -5
Ugh! Stupid party animals!, Lily thought irritably as she tried to study harder. Who in their right mind would have a party in the Library? I mean, c'mon. Even in someone's right sense, they would know that the Library was no place to have a party for this sacred place deserved some respect and peace. At least, that's what she thought and believed after all of these years. She would not stand by and let her sanctuary be ruined by some party hooligans.
"Hey!" She called out, the music stopping as she stood up and stormed over to them. "Would you mind taking your party elsewhere, or better yet, why not just stop partying?" She asked angrily, her eyes flashing dangerously. Definitely not a good sign. Everyone knew that when Lily was pissed, her eyes flashed and it usually meant she would curse them into oblivion or something of the sort. If you were smart, you did not disrupt her while she was reading for if you did, well there would be hell to pay with a raging red-head on your tail. And that was definitely not something you would enjoy.
"Go on! Scat!" She screamed, narrowing her eyes at the whole lot of them. They all mumbled under their breaths, things like 'party pooper' and 'bloody know-it-all has to ruin our fun', before the party animals exited the Library. Lily glared and sighed deeply, running her fingers through her long fiery red hair as she made her way back to her table, sitting down quietly and trying to ignore the glares being tossed at her by the Librarian, Madam Pince. Upon seeing some movement out of the corner of her eye, she glanced over to see Oione. She glared and rolled her eyes before going back to her studying until Oione's voice interrupted her thoughts.
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Post by Oione Mireault on Aug 1, 2006 20:02:59 GMT -5
Oh great,Oione thought angrily, as she was hit by a sudden explosion of music. Some students really had no common sense at all. Who in their right mind would throw a party in the Library? It was just as surreal as a Dali painting she saw in a Muggle gallery. She really wished for a prefect badge at the moment, so she could put them al back in their place.
She took out the letter from her father, and placed it quickly at her side as though it scorched her fingertips. She looked for her inkwell and the emerald quill she bought at their last trip to Hogsmeade.
"Go on! Scat!" She screamed, narrowing her eyes at the whole lot of them.
Oione winced at the high volume of the other girl's voice. Well, she definitely agreed with her at the moment.
'party pooper' and 'bloody know-it-all has to ruin our fun' were murmured and Oione smirked.
"Well, as a matter of fact, she's right" she voiced, haughtily, shooting them her best death-glare, which was definitely something scary even to a bunch of overexcited teenagers.
Feeling definitely more comfortable as they exited the Library, Oione, smoothed out her piece of parchment and begun to write.
Dearest--
Oione swore under her breath. Great, just great. Her quill was broken and therefore useless. She rubbed her eyes tiredly, praying for it all too end. She didn't even care how it would end anymore. She glanced at the Potter girl and sighed. Well, might as well try.
"Excuse me?" she said, politely, her voice still not quite her own. "Do you have a spare quill?"
((oh, lame, lame))
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Post by marie on Aug 2, 2006 7:22:54 GMT -5
Hearing a voice say that she was right surprised Lily slightly. I mean, c'mon. The group had just told her she was a party pooper and then some random person said she was right. Glancing around trying to find the source of the noise, she sighed. She finally found the source of the noise. Oione. She rolled her eyes but she gave Oione a small smile since Oione had actually told the group that she was right and gave them one of the best deathglares Lily had ever seen. She smirked at the absurdity of her thoughts. Her thoughts were broken however as a voice ripped through the silence and she nodded.
"Yeah, sure. Hold on." She told Oione before digging in her bag. She always carried maybe three to four quills in her bag, just in case. Finding on at random, she took it out and checked it over to make sure it was nice and flexible. Satisfied, she smiled. "Here." She said, handing Oione the extra quill. She wasn't sure what the Slytherin might need the quill for but almost immediately, her question was answered as she saw the parchment in front of the Slytherin. She guessed she was writing a letter or something of the sort since Lily could just see the word 'Dearest' written across the top.
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Post by Oione Mireault on Aug 4, 2006 16:58:14 GMT -5
This girl had a habit of rolling her eyes and Oione found it rather irritating, though of course at the present moment it didn't really take much to get her beyond annoyed.
However, Oione must have admitted, even to herself that she was surprised with Lily's behaviour, to say the least. From what she had experienced that particular Ravenclaw was not really fond of her, not that Mireault minded since with a few small exceptions she treated most of people like her minions, of course given the dimplomatical skill of her ancestors, she made them think she actually cared whether they existed or not.
But all in all, she wasn't all that opposed to Lily Potter; she was hard-working and intelligent and even pretty, in a warm, girl next-door kind of way.
She accepted the quill and nodded a polite 'thank you', feeling that at the moment she didn't really care to whom she was speaking unless they were of course Seth.
Oione looked down at her piece of parchment again and sighed. What was she supposed to write? It wasn't another tedious letter form home anymore, one that was usually replied with 'say hello to auntie Bellatrix from me' or 'the O.W.Ls will go fine', over the years she had created schema of answering letters from home, but this was completely different. Disastrously different.
With a groan of frustration she dropped the quill back at the desk and rubbed her temples, trying to think of something that would help her to wriggle out of her so-called 'family duties'.
Enough, she thought angrily and straightened in her chair, she needed to get it all off her mind at least for a moment, otherwise she would go crazy.
Glancing up somewhat hopefully at Lily's back she cleared her throat meaningfully.
"So...er, how's your revision for O.W.Ls going?" a terrible question to ask, in her opinion, what what else you could ask a Ravenclaw you barely knew?
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Post by wowposter on Sept 17, 2008 5:17:34 GMT -5
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Post by wowposter on Sept 17, 2008 23:47:48 GMT -5
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Post by wowposter on Oct 30, 2008 5:57:17 GMT -5
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