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Post by daemon on Oct 21, 2011 17:43:16 GMT -6
 Dæmon had been standing in front of the mirror for quite a while now. Why was he trying to make sure that he looked perfect when he didn’t even care for the girl he was going to the Yule Ball with. Adeline, his fiancé, and not by choice, was a muggleborn, something that Dæmon very much thought was disgusting to be tied in with someone with such a horrible blood status. But he knew that if he didn’t look his best and if his parents caught site of a picture from the Yule Ball... he may just lose out on a lot of inheritance despite the fact that he was an only child and his parents would live forever seeing as they’re vampires. Blech. That was another disgusting thing in his life? Didn’t his parents realize that Witches and Wizards were superior? So why the hell would they seek out a Vampire to turn them? And of course they had to have him while his father was a vampire and his mother still a human being thus causing him to be a half-vampire. Someone with tainted blood and something he had been trying to hide as best as he could for the past seven years of his life. He knew that if Olivia caught wind of him being one with tainted blood, she’d boot him out of her circle immediately and Dæmon definitely didn’t want that.
Dæmon sighed before straightening out his tie one last time and then the young Slytherin Boy headed on out of the Boys Dormitory, through the door disguised as a wall that concealed the Slytherin Dungeon from those that didn’t belong, and then up the stairs to the Great Hall where the Yule Ball was taking place. He didn’t look around for Adelina, instead he just headed right on inside and found the furthest corner of the Great Hall and sat at the table that was located there waiting for Adelina in hopes that no one else would really notice that he was there with a Muggleborn.
He casually picked up one of the menus that laid upon the table and held it up in front of him as if he was busying himself with figuring out what he should have to eat. He knew the drill when it came to these kinds of things; just tell the table what you wanted to eat and there it popped up just like magic. Of course it popped up just like magic; they were witches and wizards after all. “Butterbeer,
[/color]” he called to the table and not a moment later a warm glass of Butterbeer appeared on the table and so he picked up to take a drink from it as he waited for Adelina to show up. Maybe by chance she decided not to come, he definitely wouldn’t mind that. [/justify][/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by adelina on Oct 22, 2011 0:42:41 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:16px; padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2nbr3oi.jpg) ] do you believe in magic? in a young girl's heart,
how the music can free her
whenever it starts - - - - - - - - - - - - - - adelina's hands shook like leaves as she tucked the last hair clip into place, finally securing the last of her dark locks into a curly waterfall flowing down from the top of her head. looking at herself in the full length mirror that sat in the middle of her dorm room, she could see nothing wrong with her appearance. her hair was freshly done, so for at least another thirty seconds it would keep that barbie look of perfection, her makeup was done just right to accent her eyes without making it look like she had black eyes, and the dress... well, the dress was perfection. she had no idea how much her parents had paid to get her to strapless silver gown, but it looked phenomenal on the hanger as well as on her own body. addy wasn't much of a girl who looked for excuses to wear such girly attire, but she wouldn't mind a few more balls or simple dances or formal events to attend in this outfit.
"i'm heading out, addy," the last of her dormmates informed her with a small smile, heading out to the stairs that led into the commons room wearing a navy blue ball gown. that seemed to be the trend for the evening... wearing outfits matched to your house color. at least, in many girls it was the case. addy had as much pride in her house as any other student, but she felt so perfect in this dress that she really couldn't imagine herself in any other attire for the evening. besides, shouldn't the night be about what made her feel good, and not about showing off her allegiance to the house of the brainiacs'?
sitting herself down on the edge of her bed addy gathered the last piece to her outfit, silver heels, out of the box they had sat in since arriving at the castle, and carefully pulled them on, clasping the strap around her leg to keep the high shoes in place. the girl wobbled a bit as she stood, unused to the heels, but caught her balance as she took a few slow steps to the stairs, and by the time she reached the ravenclaw commons room at the bottom of the many steps she felt rather confident in the footwear.
it took her a few minutes to reach the great hall, stalled behind happy couples greeting each other or giggling friends taking their sweet time to get to their destination while gossiping about what their boyfriends would think of their dresses or hair or god knew what. addy definitely didn't have the same concerns... like it or hate it, daemon would have to put up with her outfit, and she would have to constantly put up with the scathing glares that she didn't think would ever stop as long as he had no way to back out of their engagement.
most couples met up outside of the great hall, but a quick scan of the area made addy's suspicion confirmed that daemon would not be patiently waiting for him. if he showed up at all, she had no plans of waiting here for him, so she snuck her way into a filling hall, looking around to see if she could perhaps spot him. seeing as the hall was rather empty at the moment it wasn't too hard to spot him at a table near the corner, as far away from everyone as possible at the moment. he already had a drink in his hand. addy sighed and moved towards the table, putting a forced smile on her lips. "you look nice." |
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Post by daemon on Nov 2, 2011 18:17:43 GMT -6
Dæmon tried his best to ignore all the “happy couples” and “good friends” around him as all the chatter was annoying him. But apparently pretending to decide what he wanted to eat as he stared at the menu, reading it over and over, wasn’t helping one bit. “You look nice,” Dæmon lowered the menu to see the girl, he didn’t want to see, standing before him. “I suppose you look nice too…
[/color]” he said half-heartedly before going back and fake reading the menu again. Maybe if he bored her, she would go away quietly and dance with someone else. He really didn’t want to dance at all that night, let alone dance with her. But it didn’t take him long to get bored of reading the menu and he sighed as he laid it on the small table. “ There was nothing good on it anyways…[/color]” he muttered lightly to himself knowing full well he shouldn’t order what he really wanted off of the menu. Not unless he wanted others to find out that he was a half-vampire. Really he wanted an extra rare steak, a nice big fat one so that he could drink the blood from it. He shivered lightly thinking about it. It seemed a bit gross that he liked bloody food, but he knew it was the only thing he that would satisfy him thanks to the “curse” his parents gave him. He looked up and noticed that Adele was still standing there in front of him. “ Oh you’re still here?[/color]” he asked as if he expected her to leave, which he had hoped for. But he had a pretty good feeling that she wouldn’t be leaving anytime soon. [/justify][/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by adelina on Nov 20, 2011 22:51:25 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:16px; padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2nbr3oi.jpg) ] do you believe in magic? in a young girl's heart,
how the music can free her
whenever it starts - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “I suppose you look nice too…” of course. why should she expect anything more from her fiance but such a cold, unfeeling comment? adelina usually wasn't a girl to be jealous of others, honestly she felt like she did her best to be appreciative of everything she had and not yearn for more, but at that moment she just wanted to be normal. she thought she looked great, and wished that she were with a real boyfriend, one who would tell her how stunning she was an how lucky he was to be attending the ball with a beauty like her... no, instead she was stuck with daemon freakin' rowan bletchley, who was far more interested in the lines on a menu than her.
couldn't he at least try? lord knew addy wasn't ecstatic of this arrangement either. there were a million options in life more preferable to her than to be mrs. daemon bletchley, but at least she was making an honest-to-goodness effort to follow their parent's wishes. maybe if he put in the same effort he might find her not as appalling as he did. she had no delusions of ever loving this stubborn, cold boy, but maybe at least a bit of respect could form between them? was that really too much to ask from him, that he just give her a chance before judging her?
“There was nothing good on it anyways…” her future husband was a brat. an oversized five-year-old. addy was slowly realizing that she had never heard a word come out of his mouth that hadn't been full of disdain at something, be it the weather or a menu or herself. he had nothing but complains about the world and all of its inhabitants. he looked for things to disapprove of, and if you looked for such things of course you would find it. it was kind of like her padre always said 'if you look for trouble it will show itself'. 'trouble' could be substituted for anything else in the world and the saying would still hold true.
“Oh you’re still here?” the ravenclaw's hands clenched into small fists under the table, but she kept her face rather calm and tried not to show her frustration. this attitude was nothing new... she would have been foolish to think it would just fade away overnight. "of course i'm still here," she responded, trying to keep her tone light. she dropped it though, looking away and muttering to herself more than to her fiance, though her voice wasn't quiet enough that he wouldn't be able to hear her, "i can't leave any more than you can."
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Post by daemon on Nov 27, 2011 18:12:42 GMT -6
“of course i'm still here,” Dæmon rolled his eyes at her comment. He quite wished that she would just give up and go. His parents couldn’t get mad if she was the one that decided to back out of the whole engagement right? He knew that if he did he would lose all the money he would ever get from his parents for being in a rich family. “i can't leave any more than you can.” that was perhaps the one of the only things he could agree with her on, but there was no way that Dæmon was going to admit it. He just wished his parents hadn’t put him in this situation in the first place.
“I hope you don’t expect me to dance or anything,
[/color]” he said coldly as he looked away from her. He didn’t even like to look at her. Why couldn’t his parents have asked him his opinion first before setting up an arranged marriage? They had even sent him a ring to give to her, but it was now at the bottom of his trunk. He didn’t want to give it to her. She just wasn’t for him. He took another drink of his butterbeer before setting it down on the table and crossing his arms. Watching all of the other couples now out on the dance floor dancing the night away while he sulked in the corner table he had picked for the two of them. He was just glad that Olivia hadn’t decided to come to the ball, said she had other plans. He didn’t want Olivia to see him with Addy after all. He would be kicked out of the group for sure if she did. [/justify][/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by adelina on Jan 4, 2012 18:17:23 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:16px; padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2nbr3oi.jpg) ] do you believe in magic? in a young girl's heart,
how the music can free her
whenever it starts - - - - - - - - - - - - - - she shouldn't have come. sure, addy's parents expected her to attend the ball with her fiance, but she could have sent them a letter telling them of a sudden flu she'd caught, preventing her from partaking in the festivities of the christmas ball with her betrothed. this frustratingly awkward time sitting at the table might have been, instead, spent reading a good book in her pyjamas before the comfort of the fireplace in the ravenclaw commons room. daemon would have been able to spend the evening as he wished, her parents would be none the wiser and everyone would be happy.
but no. instead addy had spent the time and effort to make herself look gorgeous for a surly, stubborn, stuck-up slytherin overgrown infant who likely wouldn't so much as splash a glass of water on her if she suddenly lit on fire. “I hope you don’t expect me to dance or anything,” what had she expected? "oh, of course not. sitting here while you sulk like a spoiled brat is exactly the type of evening i was looking for." generally a quiet girl, sarcasm was about as foreign to adelina as english had been when she was younger, but if he was going to insist on behaving as he was shouldn't she do something to even the playing field at least a little?
"usted es un culo desconsiderado, obstinado de un niño, no es mejor que un niño. gente como usted se merece pudrirse en el suelo." somehow insults didn't seem quite as serious in her native tongue. after all, she was the only one to understand the muttered words, right? in that view the words had been little more than her thoughts, right? sure, it was still out of character for her to be so frank about her emotions towards another, but no harm no foul. besides, his attitude provoked her and even a quiet girl like adelina both needed and deserved to let off some steam once in a while. she got it. he didn't like her. why didn't concern the ravenclaw too much. you weren't intended to like the person you were forced to marry, anyway. any sort of fondness to them was supposed to grow gradually through time spend together. that wouldn't work if both parties didn't at least try, though. what was so terrible about her that he couldn't even find it within himself to fake a smile?
translation: you are an inconsiderate, stubborn ass of a boy, no better than a child. people like you deserve to rot in hell. ^^ |
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Post by daemon on Jan 8, 2012 13:31:18 GMT -6
“oh, of course not. sitting here while you sulk like a spoiled brat is exactly the type of evening i was looking for.” Dæmon rolled his eyes, he honestly did no care what the girl thought. It wasn’t like he wanted her to fall for him or anything, actually he wanted the exact opposite, for her to loathe him and perhaps convince her parents out of the arrangement. Then he could go on with his normal life and find a pureblood to marry instead of a mudblood.
“usted es un culo desconsiderado, obstinado de un niño, no es mejor que un niño. gente como usted se merece pudrirse en el suelo.” he glanced over at her for a moment, butterbeer in hand as he took another drink. He had a feeling that it wasn’t something very nice that she said, not that he really cared. She could throw whatever insult she wanted at him and it would never affect him at all. “Well if you really want you could just leave instead of sulking here too, unless that’s what you want to do. Cause honestly I don’t really care what you do,” he said with a hint of distain after he finished up his glass of butterbeer. This really was going to be a boring night, wasn’t it?
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Post by adelina on Feb 9, 2012 18:19:14 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:16px; padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2nbr3oi.jpg) ] do you believe in magic? in a young girl's heart,
how the music can free her
whenever it starts - - - - - - - - - - - - - - it took a lot to get adelina angry. she was generally too timid for such strong emotion, kept too much for herself and told herself that her thoughts and feelings werne't important enough to get worked up over anything. but this... if anything had ever 'pissed her off' it went by the name of daemon bletchley. she didn't care about falling in love. she didn't care about a basis to the relationship they'd be forced to keep for the rest of their lives, assuming their parents didn't back out of the deal. what she cared about was respect. was it really too much to ask for? just a little bit of kindness, a little bit of consideration?
“well if you really want you could just leave instead of sulking here too, unless that’s what you want to do. cause honestly i don’t really care what you do,” she wanted to punch him. she didn't, but she wanted to. she never would build up the courage for such a harsh action, but oh how tempting it was... instead the girl gritted her teeth together, glaring at him, and then suddenly stood up, pushing her chair back with such force that it nearly toppled over backwards. as it was it just teetered on its back two legs for a moment before crashing back down behind her with a small 'thud'.
"you know what, i think i will." she announced, her tone now filled with cold disdain, all traces of the polite pleasant demeanor she'd tried to uphold gone. "leave, that is. i have better things to do with my time than hang around a sulking brat like you who can't get it through his head that his opinions belong in the bloody stone age." 'bloody' was a bit of a strong word for the girl, but she didn't care. "good night, daemon. have fun explaining to your parents how you chased your fiance away from the ball because you couldn't force yourself to be pleasant for one hour." and without another word the ravenclaw turned and walked away through the crowd of people around them, back to the ravenclaw tour where she was sure she would have a much more enjoyable evening than she ever could have dreamed of having with the slytherin. |
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