Post by Dominique Weasley on Sept 1, 2011 13:02:30 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; height: 569px; background: url(http://i996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/sataraalcaelahn/Tar%20Valon/Flames_from_Fire_Wallpaper_18.jpg); border-radius: 30 30 30 30 px; padding: 10px;] [/style][style=padding-top: 5px; line-height: 10px; text-align: left; font-size: 15px; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; text-transform: uppercase;]I set fire to the rain And I threw us into the flames let it burn It was start of the term, and a blond haired Ravenclaw sat at her table. She waited for the other students that were allowed to go home to come into the Great Hall and take their seats, and for the first years to be led inside by Professor Flilntwick so that they can get sorted into their houses. The blond sat with her hands clenched in front of her, and wondered if any of her family members would tell her any news this time. The last two years, they came in and sat down without so much as a glance her way. Especially her little brother, Louis, and she was hoping that this year it would be different. She wouldn’t keep her hopes up, but she couldn’t help but feel that it might change this year. Truthfully, she really did miss going home and she had no idea on how to make it okay to where she can go back. When her father kicked her out, he told her under no certain terms she could come home and that the rest of her family were to treat her the same way. The door banged open, and lifted her head up to see who had entered. It of course was no one but some fifth year Hufflepuff student that seemed to want to hurry up to get a good seat for the Start-of-Term Feast. Perhaps his one of his siblings are a first year this term, and he just wanted to get a good seat… She thought to herself, and sighed before anxiously awaiting more arrives. She was actually finding herself wishing that a certain Malfoy would show up, not that he should but she couldn’t help it that she really, really, really liked him. He was the playboy of the school supposedly, and like she has with the boys the girls literally trip over themselves just to get his attention. However, since she know what it feels like to be fought over by the opposite sex, she chose to ignore the instinct to try to flirt with him. Instead, she always blushes and runs the other way if he hadn’t noticed her first. If he had, then the blond would have to get pranked by him. And like always, she would blister and throw weak hexes and jinxes at him. She was not very good at spell casting when she was faced with the oldest Malfoy, well at least returning spells. He annoyed her so, but she found it was only because she liked him…a lot. Any other boy could pull the same pranks on her, and she wouldn’t hesitate or miscast a spell on them. But she did with Scorpius Malfoy, and that was of course enough to allow him to annoy her so. She lifted her head again as the sound of the doors to the Great Hall opened once more, bringing her out of her thoughts about the well muscled, handsome, Quidditch player. She had noticed that the hall had filled quite a bit while she was deep in thought, and that her family had already entered. Her heart broke a little at seeing that they didn’t come over and gave her any news. Her eyes then searched the threshold of the hall at the doorway, seeing who had just entered… words // 554 // tagged // Open // notes // The usual start of term drama for Dom… |
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