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Post by LAVIGNA LESTRANGE on Nov 10, 2012 21:54:12 GMT 1
 lavigna . eliora . lestrange ;;get what i want 'cause i ask for it
not because i'm really that deserving of it;;
Lavigna sat and stared around the hall. It was different now, colourful, but in a different way. With the return of the Hogwarts Houses the house tables had come back and with them the banners that were hung above each table. If she lifted her eyes she could see the Slytherin banners above her in green and silver and black. She herself was now a Slytherin. Of course, being who she was, that was always been what she had meant to be: A proud Slytherin. That didn't mean, though, that she could bring herself to care for it very much, just yet.
She was slowly getting used to it, to the people who now shared her table at meal times and to no longer sitting with her few friends. Also to the girls she was nor sharing her dorm with and the reaction to a Lestrange in Slytherin as opposed to a Lestrange at a school without history-laden houses had been, again, different.
Around her, chaos reigned, as every morning, when students, especially the younger, less mature ones, were milling back and forth between tables. The teachers had their work cut out at the moment, keeping order during meal times and making them understand that, at least while they ate, they'd have to sit at their house tables.
Lavigna's owl came flying in, part of a flock of other birds and delivered Lavigna's copy of the Daily Prophet. The new Minister still occupied most headlines and so did the changes at Hogwarts. Times, it seemed, really were changing.
Lavigna continued reading through her newspaper as she nibbled on a piece of toast and only looked up when someone sat down opposite her.
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word count;; 282
credit;; Primadonna Girl by Marina And The Diamonds
notes;; First post with the new template
thoughts;; Oh, yes. Times they are 'a changin' *sings*
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Post by AIJI SHINOMIYA on Nov 14, 2012 7:10:44 GMT 1
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He woke to the sound of his fellow Slytherins as they busied themselves with the usual morning routines. Reluctant to do same Aiji gave a low, pitiful moan; he hated mornings. The knowledge that some people chose to wake with big a grin and an eagerness to start the day anew was almost as baffling as it was annoying. His sister just so happened to be one of those people. In all honesty, he didn't see the point in getting all worked up, after all, it wasn't as if today promised to be any different from the last. With that in mind the lanky youth half rose from bed, the covers slipping off his slender frame and exposing him to the somewhat cooler temperature of the room. Casting a look about the place he yawned widely and ran a hand through his messy, bedridden hair. Giving himself pause, he went about trying to reacquaint himself with the waking world.
Head cradled in his hands he tried to banish all traces of sleep from his befuddled mind; his effort was rewarded with a headache. Mumbling incohernetly beneath his breath he got up and went about gathering his clothes and other necessary items. Moving with the grace and poise of an inebriated pachyderm he tripped and stumbled his way around, the occasional soft curse gracing his dry and parched lips. Brows furrowed he made a mental note to get a nice warm glass of milk with his breakfast, preferably something light. Maybe some fruit with a side of bread. A sugary confection of some sort was an absolute must and probably the one of the only things that kept him awake during classes.
Exiting the boys dormitory he proceeded to make his way to the great hall. Slightly more awake-- though still tired, he no longer blundered about the place as if he were some reanimated corpse with zero coordination skills. Readjusting his tie he loosened it as he swept his gaze about the large, ornate hall. Lips drawn into a flat line he let his feet carry him to his house table. Weaving his way through students and teachers alike he settled himself in the first open spot he came upon. Chancing a quick peek at those nearest him he let his heavy eyes linger on the person across from him as she continued to read the latest edition of the Daily Prophet. Blonde hair, almost white and pale skin, he didn't know her but that wasn't much of a surprise; he didn't bother with getting to know many people.
Certainly, he was acquainted with a few faces here and there but nothing major. Only enough to skirt by and just miss being branded a loner and social misfit. In his eyes he supposed that was enough. Cupping his chin in one hand he collected his meal with the other, his hazel eye scanning what he could make out of the paper. A bit on Ministry of Magic and other such nonsense. All registering as dull and unimportant in his mind. Scoffing he looked to the cup of milk in his hand, in a way he supposed it was more interesting then the regurgitated bits of information the Prophet tried to pass off as news. Sighing he lifted the goblet to his lips and took a drink, his lax grip tightening some at the action.
The drink was warm and exactly as he imagined it would be. Aiji, wasn't surprised, what with the way the school pretty much catered to the every want and need of it's students. Well, almost every student anyways, he supposed their were still witches and wizards around that disliked the idea of existing aside muggles and halfbloods. A wan smile toyed at the corners of his lips as he imagined their frustration at having to cohabitate with 'lesser beings'. Now an official member of Slytherin, he couldn't help but wonder if some of his housemates shared that belief and were repulsed at the idea of his being a halfblood.
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Post by LAVIGNA LESTRANGE on Nov 14, 2012 18:15:48 GMT 1
lavigna . eliora . lestrange ;;get what i want 'cause i ask for it
not because i'm really that deserving of it;;
At first, Lavigna only briefly glanced up at the boy who had taken the seat opposite her. She didn’t know him and so did not acknowledge him further. She couldn’t possibly fathom how many people were in Slytherin now. Headmistress McGonagall might have mentioned the numbers at the start of year feast, but Lavigna often forgot such details and statistics after a short time if they weren’t necessary or important information.
After a while, though, it became apparent and a little hard to ignore that the newcomer kept glancing at Lavigna’s paper, reading snippets of it. Her eyes never ceasing to scan the lines of articles, Lavigna was tempted to ask him whether he was hoping to have her paper when she was done with it or whether to just hand it to him with a knowing smile. She soon decided on the latter option.
Once Lavigna was finished reading, she finally looked up and straight across the table at the boy sitting there. There was the tiniest of twitches playing at the corner of his lips and Lavigna wasn’t sure how to read it, something she hated. Lavigna was used to being in control of the interactions she had with others and she did not appreciate that control being taken from her. However, she could remedy that.
Without a word or any indication, Lavigna handed her paper across the table.
“Since you seemed so interested,” she said, then, with a teasing smile and a little shrug over her shoulders.
She could have just told him that his reading her paper had been a little rude, but Lavigna wasn’t that annoyed and this was more fun and this approach was more rewarding since people turned out more surprised and flustered.
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word count;; 290]
credit;; Primadonna Girl by Marina And The Diamonds
notes;; sorry it's so short >.<
thoughts;; Don't think this is the kind of person your usual shenanigans work on, Lavigna.
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