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Post by clementina on May 2, 2011 19:29:45 GMT -6
  "hannah, why do you have a girl name?" a little girl with blond curls and blue eyes asked the older blond haired boy with green eyes. "cause, my mommy really-really wanted a girl." tugging on a piece of blond hair, the blue eyed girl looked up from her seat on the floor. the curl was pulled to the end of it's curly life, only to bounce back with a anger that the girl herself had no idea it had. the pale skinned girl, who wore a flowery red top, with her school black skirt and red gryffindor tie around her head. the pair of flip flops that had red cherries on them. she smiled as she pushed herself up. smiling brightly as she continued down the seventh floor, her hands spread behind her as she giggled and stepped down the moving stair case. as she walked down the stairs, her giggles and laughter was heard through the moving stair cases and a few first years stared after her as she spun on the sixth floor platform. turning she walked down the next flight of stairs and came to a sudden stop on the fifth floor corridors. "pardon me!" she said as she twirled around a group of second year girls, who laughed and pointed but left her alone. clementina unity watson was not a normal girl.
"your just like me, clem." the blond boy named hannah whispered. the blond haired girl looked up hopefully. "really? i can be a wolf-ie girl too!" the deep rich laughter from the boy made the girl giggle too. clementina unity watson was a witch, she had been since the moment she breathed her first breath. had been the day she started seeing auras. she was even a witch the day she met her best friend, and later dead friend, hannah. clementina had been good friends with the boy who had been nearly ten years her senior, but it had been a brotherly-sisterly relationship. even as hannah had died in his wolf form, clementina had felt the love flow from his wolf form. she brushed her hair from her face and kicked off her flip flops and giggled freely as she ran down the corridor her hand out stretched, her fingers just softly touching the stone wall. her blue eyes took a soft glance at her hand and she giggled. the yellow color was glowing brightly. yellow, was happiness, child-like behavior, and even mental alertness. she turned a corner and smiled brightly.
"hannah, it's me, clem... don't let the wolf rule." the blond girl whispered. two aura seemed to be attacking each other as the wolf looked at her. "you're not going to hurt me.. are you?" the wolf blinked walking closer. then the shot went out. the blond haired girl screamed in terror. "HANNAH!" she stopped, her eyes went wide as she remembered that memory. while many had been great, the actual death of her best friend still haunted her. her worst memory. 'shh, don't let it get to you clementina, he's in a better place. your angel.' she smiled and gracefully turned another corner, and running straight into a body of another person. her whole body went stiff as she smacked and then fell onto her backside, gracefully. her blond curls were sent wild and she gave a worried smile. "oh i am so sorry!"
[/color] she whispered softly. "This is your character talking!" thoughts look like.[/justify] [/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote] this is for OPEN! it came out to be a lovely FIVE HUNDRED SIXTY-SIX words long, and my character is wearing something like CLICK. Its TADA!. The thread template was made by GREEN EGGS AND SAM! of caution 2.0 and the lyrics in the text are from forget paris.
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Post by yaxley on May 3, 2011 13:54:34 GMT -6
Vincent wasn't sure what he was suppose to be doing with his time. It seemed like he should be doing school work or something, but he had finished everything he thought he had to do. So as the clock kept ticking, he ran around the castle trying to think of something to do. In fact, the only thing he could think to do was work on a new article. Since everyone seemed to give him weird looks when he turned in something that was rushed and not even edited, he might as well snoop around the castle and look for something to write about. Which mostly meant he was walking around, looking for something out of the ordinary.
But he couldn't see anything odd. Everything seemed so normal. People ran to classes. Prefects walked by doing their thing. Maybe Vincent just needed more friends or something to go talk to. It was a shame he never wanted to be a prefect or on the Quidditch team. Maybe if he had picked up that sport, he'd have something to do now. But no. He had to be against anything that would make his hair messy. It was a shame he was soo concerned about it. But on days like today, his hair was perfect and he wanted everyone to know it.
The blond simply walked around the school and it was boring. Or at least, it was boring until someone crashed into him. The person seemed to be upset about something. Vincent didn't know people well, but this was not a happy person. Taking a better look at her, it was someone he actually knew. "Clementina?" Oh, it would be awkward if it wasn't actually her. He wanted to assume it was one of his friends but that could simply be hopeful wishing. If it wasn't his friend, then he was going to have to awkwardly walk away and end up running from her. He could be the subject of his own article.
She had said something, right? He should focus on that and say something back. Then she might not look...different. There was an emotion there but Vincent wasn't really wanting to play 'guess what emotion the girl in front of him is in.' It was a long game with an even longer name. "It's okay. Are you okay? You seem....off." That was the best way he could think to describe it. Hopefully she'd be fine, because he didn't deal with crying women well.
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Post by clementina on May 3, 2011 15:02:36 GMT -6
"clementina! don't look, please!" the boy named hannah said as he covered himself. "heehee, hannah, don't be shy!" the girl said loudly. her name touching her ears, ringing, made her blond hair bounce as her head snapped up to the fellow blond boy. her smile was pressed against her lips. she couldn't help it. his aura seemed, to be the color that determained worry. was he worried about someone? oh no, was his other friends hurt and he had come for help. looking up at his, she tilted her head. her own color had changed from yellow to a sadder color, a blue. she blinked and looked at vincent yaxley. she laughed. brushing off his questioning of her being okay. she gave him a friendly smile and climbed to her feet. "yes. i am just fine. just memories. they follow in to your head and then right on out. the the wind in the trees." all the will, she brushed dirt from her black skirt, and looked down at her bare feet, slightly dirt from the running they had been through. her blond curls were a mess but still, good enough to be counted as a beautiful mess she brushed her hair from her face and smiled brightly.
her blue eyes sparkling as she leaned forward and hugged her friend, and leaving it as quickly as she could. it was quite a unthinkable thing, that clementina unity watson, was anything but sane. she looked up at her blond friend, a fellow sixth year himself, and grinned. "why are you out and about."
[/color] she asked. looking at her un-painted nails and studing nothing but the small amount of dirt under them. from her class with professor longbottom. "and then, you put the plant in this pot- tada!" he said, as he brushed the dirt off his woren out jeans. she giggled. "daddy's taking US shopping!" she turned her blue eyes back to vincent and grinned, a much smaller grin. she had loved hannah a lot, her brother like figure. but she raised an eyebrow at her friend before her sighing softly. "one more year to go, and then we are out of hogwarts. i will miss professor longbottom." she said, clear out of them blue. "This is your character talking!" thoughts look like.[/justify] [/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote] this is for VINCENT YAXLEY and my character is wearing something like CLICK. Its TADA!. The thread template was made by GREEN EGGS AND SAM! of caution 2.0 and the lyrics in the text are from forget paris.
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Post by yaxley on May 3, 2011 21:21:00 GMT -6
So she was having trouble with memories? It was a shame he didn't have trouble with those. Well, he had a few, but nothing that attacked him like this. Nothing that made him stop the way she had. He'd never crashed into someone while walking. In fact, whenever his memories came up, he typically forced them back down. Not thinking about it always seemed like the best thing to do. "I don't think you'll want to do it, but feel free to talk to me if you need me to. I'm not real good with thinking of what to say, but I can listen." He really hoped she didn't want to talk, but he might as well offer it. He was a good listener. Much better at that then thinking up what to say. "Besides, I have fantastic hair." With that, he winked.
Maybe distracting her with being over the top was what she needed. Sometimes he needed to get out of his mind. He just might be able to help her do that. Who knows what could happen? He never tried being overly helpful, but he might be able to do it. There was nothing that said he couldn't do it. He was a friendly guy most of the time. And he wasn't intimidating with a badge or anything like that. There was nothing about him, other then his hair, that made him untouchable. So as far as he was concerned, people should like him and he should be good at distracting Clementina.
Grinning, he couldn't help but laugh. "Well, it's a long story. I was thinking about what to write for my next article and I realized, I got nothing to do with the rest of my day. So why not just go for a walk? Maybe something will come to me." And it was a great hair day so he should show it off. Then again, it was always a good hair day. "Why are you walking around?" Maybe there was something important she needed to say. Or she might just like company walking around the castle. Vincent was good for company. Most of the time. He did find himself not wanting to leave this conversation. It was the most exciting thing to happen to him all day.
She was kind of random, but it was part of his friendly love of her. "What are you planning to do with your life when you grow up?" That was the best way to phrase that, or so he thought. Hopefully she'd understand what he was talking about. "Longbottom is pretty great."
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