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Post by LAVIGNA LESTRANGE on Nov 15, 2012 23:39:41 GMT 1
 lavigna . eliora . lestrange ;;get what i want 'cause i ask for it
not because i'm really that deserving of it;;
Possibly for the first time ever, Lavigna boarded the Hogwarts Express with mixed feelings. She did not show it outwardly, but even she couldn’t ignore the changes that would have taken place by the time she got there. The Prophet and the Verity had been proclaiming them all summer from all kinds of different angles so how could she not be at least feeling slight trepidation?
Hogwarts Houses would be back. All the students would be sorted, as per tradition, with the Sorting Hat, something they all only knew from what they had been told. Lavigna had been staying with the Davis family this summer, the next family in the rotation of families to put her up, and Tracey had told Lavigna all there was to know about the way Hogwarts used to be run and would, apparently, be run again. Lavigna was practically sure she’d be sorted into Slytherin; wanted, it even. If she absolutely had to be in a ‘house’, she felt Slytherin was the one she belonged in.
Lavigna didn’t have many people she’d call friends, but she few she did have, well, she wondered what house they’d end up in and whether it would change things or cause problems. The train was slowly starting to fill with students and all of them seemed to be more excited or even more nervous than usual. Lavigna really didn’t want to have to deal with that and so was very glad when she found a compartment that was, as of yet, still empty. It probably wouldn’t stay that way, but at least it would give her a few minutes to get settled in comfortably for the long ride. This would be her final one, her final year at Hogwarts and Lavigna couldn’t have been more glad. Not that she disliked Hogwarts, but she couldn’t wait to stand on her own two feet, maker her own way in and mark on the world and, especially, having a place to live of her own. Though she was thankful that she had always found someone to put her up, considering all her family was dead, it got tedious, the constant moving around. Hogwarts, thankfully, was a constant.
Levitating her trunk and other belongings up to the luggage rack, Lavigna sat down and got out a magazine she planned to read. Though for now, it was hard not to watch the myriad of people still milling about on the platform.
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word count;; 407
credit;; Primadonna Girl by Marina and the Diamonds
notes;; Hogwarts Express post, YAY
thoughts;; Yup, even someone like Lavigna has her doubts...
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Post by RACHELLE HOLCOMB on Nov 18, 2012 19:15:57 GMT 1
 
Rachelle had stood with her parents before boarding the train until the last minute possible. She had wanted to just hold onto this moment because, despite the owls that they would send, it was still quite a bit of time before they would see each other again at Christmas time, in late December. It was never just the same, seeing her little brother practically every day, either. Rachelle thought as she embraced her parents, and then her older brother, who had come to see them off this year.She had been delighted to see him, since she hadn't had much time to see him. After all, he was twenty and obviously had a job. It was all he talked about, half the time. Now that, that was dedication, even if it made Rachelle wanted to cover her ears and start singing at the top of her lungs at times. He was a bit of the more annoying older brother, to her. Her younger brother adored him to no end,
Rachelle grinned and slung her arm over her younger brother's shoulders and gave a little wave of her hand as she began to lead him away from their family, both of them dragging their luggage. Rachelle helped Braxton pull it onto the train and then pulled her own luggage on board before lightly messing up his hair and heading off to find a compartment, leaving him to go and find his friends.
The corridors of the train were quite crowded at this time, since they had waited until the last minute to actually board the train. The students were quickly departing to head back into their own proper compartments as Rachelle made her way forward, they returned to sitting with their friends. As the hallway cleared out, Rachelle could peer into the compartments much more easily, seeing the younger years wrestling with each other, recounting the tales of their summers spent away, some spent abroad, she was sure. After all, Rachelle, herself had spent about a week in the states, visiting old friends, and then two weeks in France, just for a bit of a family vacation.
The seventh year witch finally peered into a mostly empty compartment, there was only one other person in it, a blond witch, so it was a bit of a relief. The younger years were too darned cheerful right now. She was excited to be going back, too, but it was still too early to cram herself like a sardine into the same compartment as a large group of second years. No, that wasn't going to happen anytime except her own second year, which has long since come and gone.
Pushing open the door to the compartment, rachelle grinned brilliantly at the girl inside, bushing a bit of bright red hair out of her face with the hand that wasn't holding her luggage. "Finally! You wouldn't believe how crowded all of those other compartments are!" She exclaimed, shaking her head in disbelief, as if it were a complete and utter mystery to her.
"Anyway, would you mind too much if I stayed in here?" Rachelle asked, slowly beginning to enter the compartment, pulling her luggage along with her. She definitely didn't want to have to brave the corridors once again. That was the worst possible thing that could happen, she was sure. Other than sitting with the hyperactive second years, she was sure.
Moving completely into the compartment, Rachelle gave the girl another grin. "Sorry for barging right in." She said lightly, beginning to put her things up on the luggage rack, and pulling out her book, she glanced at the blond haired girl over her shoulder, "I'm Rachelle Holcomb, by the way." She added, finally finding her book and plopping down on the seats across from the girl with a cheerful smile. It was good to be back.
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Post by LAVIGNA LESTRANGE on Nov 19, 2012 0:15:58 GMT 1
lavigna . eliora . lestrange ;;get what i want 'cause i ask for it
not because i'm really that deserving of it;;
Lavigna looked up from the book she had by now started reading as the door to her compartment slid open. There, she supposed, went her blissful solitude. Not that she’d expected it to last, but it had been nice and a nice relief from the bustle outside on the platform and on the rest of the train.
The girl who was entering was a Ravenclaw and had bushy, bright red hair. Lavigna vaguely remembered having seen her around school before and thought that they were probably in the same year.
Lavigna watched as the girl began to drag in her luggage and comment on the chaos that was the rest of the train.
“Oh, I believe you,” Lavigna said airily. It was partly why she wanted to be there early, aside not having anywhere else to be and having been brought here by people who she had no necessity for long goodbyes with. She liked Tracy’s family and Tracy well enough, but they weren’t close. They weren’t Lavigna’s family. They’d parted on a very polite note, really with Lavigna thanking them for letting her spend the sommer and them wishing her all the best for her final year.
Even if Lavigna had said that yes, she did mind the company, she doubted she could have stopped the other girl from entering anyway and so Lavigna nodded and made a little spreading motion with her hand.
When the newcomer finally had introduced herself, Lavigna knew that she’d heard the name before. She placed the bookmark that was lying on the seat next to her between the pages she’d been reading, closed it and put it aside.
“I’m Lavigna Lestrange,” Lavigna said, regarding Rachelle levelly and awaiting the reaction to her name with no little amount of thrill. It was always, Lavigna imagined, like a little gamble and she had grown to enjoy it.
“We’re in the same year, I believe. Seventh.”
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word count;; 320
credit;; Primadonna Girl by Marina and the Diamonds
notes;; Sorry this took me so long to reply.
thoughts;; Name roulette à la Lavigna.
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Post by RACHELLE HOLCOMB on Nov 23, 2012 0:16:51 GMT 1
Rachelle grinned at the blond haired girl when she said that she did, in fact believe what she had said about how full the compartments were. "I almost had to drag my brother along with me!" Rachelle replied, grinning cheerfully from her perch on the set of seats opposite the girl. "Luckily his little friends managed to pick out a compartment. It can be quite pesky, having a little brother tagging along after." She said, her voice quite cheerful and conversational as she recounted her relief of finding her brother's friends and their compartment.
Yet, through all of the troubles that had popped up during her departure from her family and back to the ever familiar train to Hogwarts, she had felt the sadness of a soon to be graduating student. This was her Seventh Year, her very last year at Hogwarts. Her last year to see the towers of the castle rising over the mountains, just into sight as they rode in the carriages. Her last year to spend in the Ravenclaw house, too.
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However, there were a few positives to her leaving, or rather graduating from Hogwarts this year, no matter how few and far between they seemed. One of the most positive, and potentially cheerful, exciting things that she could think of was the fact that this would be her very last year sitting through History of Magic. There was, after all, absolutely no chance that she would miss trying to take notes, while trying to keep herself awake.
Rachelle tilted her head, almost like a curious, thoughtful puppy, though her smile remained, truthful as always on her face, as the blond haired girl introduced herself as Lavigna Lestrange. Of course, Rachelle new the name, she also knew who it meant the girl, Lavigna, before her was related to. However, in a true Rachelle fashion, which was nowhere near the typical Ravenclaw fashions that her housemates had, she ignored, or rather didn't really experience the wariness and coldness that might have plagued other people, as well as a peppering of questions. No, Rachelle changed it up a bit, which was usual for her, albeit a bit unusual for someone of her house.
"Ah, so you have a unique name?" Rachelle questioned, easily retaining her cheerful nature as she pulled her legs up to curl up on the seat and placed her book beside her. "So, do you know what your name means? It seems like it would be interesting." She asked with the same, relatively unchanged, smiling demeanor. If you had asked her friends, they would have said it was simply 'typical,' which was quite true. Rachelle never really missed the meaning of the things that occurred around her, like how she inferred that Lavigna was looking for her reaction to her last name. And, typically, Rachelle just let things of that significance blow past.
"My name, Rachelle, means ewe, or one with purity. Not all that peculiar of a meaning, truthfully." Rachelle said, giving a slight shrug of her shoulders as she finished speaking. She liked her name, quite a bit, in fact, however, it wasn't overly unique.
Rachelle grinned and bobbed her head in a cheerful nod when Lavigna said that she thought they were in the same year, their seventh year. "Yep, that's true, it's my last year at Hogwarts, too." She said, her eyes turning a bit mournful as she spoke, before returning to their standard cheerfulness. Maybe she did have a few things in common with the girl before her, the Ravenclaw seventh year thought optimistically.
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Post by LAVIGNA LESTRANGE on Nov 23, 2012 21:10:08 GMT 1
lavigna . eliora . lestrange ;;get what i want 'cause i ask for it
not because i'm really that deserving of it;;
Goodness, that girl talked a lot, didn’t she. Lavigna had the feeling Rachelle was possibly about to take off, always vibrating a little. She was particularly glad, though, Rachelle hadn’t, indeed, dragged her brother along. She didn’t much fancy their compartment filling up with overly excited second years. Lavigna had no experience in dealing with children – and having been one herself once didn’t help – and rarely knew what to tell them or talk to them about. She was more comfortable around those people older than her or of her own age group. Around Hogwarts, the younger students often got on Lavigna’s nerves as they tended to lack purpose when moving around the castle and were more often than not, loud. Lavigna didn’t sy anything about it or shoved them out of the way like some of the school’s bullies, but still, she found it annoying.
Now, whatever kind of reaction Lavigna had expected to revealing her name and thus, her heritage, this hadn’t been it. Rachelle showed no sign of disgust, fear or awe or any of the many other emotions it usually brought out. Instead, the girl simply continued chattering, eventually ending up on the question of what Lavigna’s name meant.
“Yes, I suppose it is unique,” Lavigna agreed after a moment of wondering whether to continue this conversation. But then she thought, why not. She knew some things about her name.
“I think my first name, Lavigna, might have its origin in the latin for vine, or possibly wine.” She shrugged. “I’m not sure on those. But I do know that my second name, Eliora, means light.”
It was a strange name, for her, Lavigna thought. But then, her mother – or so Lavigna had heard, since she had little clear memory of her – had been different. Different from Lavigna’s grandmother, different from the Muggles she’d lived among and different from the company she would have kept had she lived in the Wizarding World.
Lavigna nodded as Rachelle explained the meaning of her own name. She’d known that, since it was one of the more common English names.
Rachelle confirmed that they were in the same year and for the first time since the other girl had entered the compartment, Lavigna paid attention to her uniform. So, Rachelle had been sorted into Ravenclaw.
“So,” Lavigna began, “did you get sorted into the house you had expected?”
Lavigna smiled blithely. “I certainly was.”
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word count;; 403
credit;; Primadonna Girl by Marina and the Diamonds
notes;; Yay, longer post
thoughts;; Lavigna might not have liked her grandmother much, but she definitely enjoys the power of the name.
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Post by RACHELLE HOLCOMB on Nov 23, 2012 21:57:01 GMT 1
Rachelle gave a nod of her head when Lavigna said that her name was, indeed, unique. That was something that Rachelle certainly agreed on with the other girl. Lavigna's name certainly was unique, in comparison to Rachelle's own name, which was still a relatively common english name, being in alternative, instead of the name Rachel, which was also quite common, though more common then her name, both forms of the name were common, altogether. It certainly didn't bother a bit to Rachelle, having a common name, no, she made a name for herself, and, in turn, made her name fitting to herself.
The young Ravenclaw student nodded her head when lavigna said that her name might have possibly meant vine, or wine in Latin. This further, in Rachelle's eyes, proved the uniqueness of the other girl's name, since it was in a unique, although "dead," language. There were always those little differences in things, like this one, that marked the changes in terms. Though, if you asked Rachelle her name, despite being common, was unique because, after all, there was only one Rachelle Lindsey Holcomb that matched up exactly to her version of the name.
Rachelle bobbed her head once again in a nod when Lavigna said her second name, or her middle name, was Eliora, which meant light. Once again, to Rachelle's passive notice, the other girl's middle name was a stark contrast to her own middle name. Names, however weren't much, in Rachelle's book, of something to be held to status by their origins. She, as well as her two brothers, had been named lovingly by their parents, which was more than enough for Rachelle to accept. If it was phrased like that, how could she disapprove of her name? Changing it would be like losing a beloved childhood toy, or something of the sort. And if she was called sentimental, so be it. Her name was important to her.
The young Ravenclaw seventh year tilted her head slightly in thought when Lavigna asked her if she had been sorted into the house that she had been expected to be sorted into. Rachelle wasn't very sure on that matter. It wasn't as if she had been sure to follow in her parent's, or brother's footsteps. She and her siblings had all had different personalities, so they should have been expected to go to different houses, which had, actually, happened. Her older brother, Dylan, had, after all, been sorted into Gryffindor, while her mother had been a Hufflepuff, and her father had been a Gryffindor, like her brother.
in her family they had all varied, so nothing had really been expected, however, Rachelle had leaned towards a few houses. "I wasn't actually so sure, since my mom was a Hufflepuff, and my dad was a Gryffindor. They were different enough. My older brother was a Gryffindor, and my younger a Ravenclaw, like me." She stated, giving a slight shrug of her shoulders as she explained the relations of houses in her family, "So, I more expected to be a Hufflepuff, or a Gryffindor." Rachelle added, giving a slight shrug of her shoulders at the contrast between her thoughts and reality.
"I suppose I was more of a bookworm and such than I thought, though. Either that, or the Sorting Hat must have thought I fit better there." Rachelle continued, giving an additional shrug of her relatively thinly set shoulders. There had always been the possibility of her being in Ravenclaw, but even her parents hadn't expected it all that much, having grown up with her touch of wildness. It had been a bit of a surprise to all of them, to say the least. But Rachelle had grown to love her house, and fit in quite well over time, once her housemates began to tolerate her oddness, for being a Ravenclaw.
Rachelle nodded thoughtfully, almost when Lavigna said that she certainly had been sorted into the house that she had expected to be sorted in. It was easy to guess, since Rachelle had heard that the other girl's whole family had been practically all in the Slytherin house. Plus, Lavigna had more of a reserve to her, that Rachelle would compare to Slytherins, and, maybe a bit to her fellow Ravenclaws, as well. It was a curious thing, all of the similarities that would could find between all of the students from the four different houses. They all weren't all that different from each other, after all.
"So." Rachelle said, more like a comment, and smiled at the other girl, "What are you looking forward to the most this year?" She asked curiously, she knew it was both of their last year. It was surreal, their last chance to experience Hogwarts as a student. it would be weird leaving this place that felt so much like home, she was sure, yet it was inevitable. Everything good had to come to an end, eventually, after all.
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Post by LAVIGNA LESTRANGE on Nov 24, 2012 20:55:01 GMT 1
lavigna . eliora . lestrange ;;get what i want 'cause i ask for it
not because i'm really that deserving of it;;
“I expected to be a Slytherin from the moment I heard we were to be sorted,”
[/color]Lavigna said. “I think my whole family was in Slytherin from quite far back.” Of course there had to have been the odd exception, but all the significant people in her family’s history Lavigna knew had been in Slytherin. She wondered where her mother would have been sorted, had she not been a squib. Not Slytherin, Lavigna was surre. Maybe Ravenclaw, too. Or Hufflepuff. But well, that didn’t matter. Lavigna wasn’t stupid. She was, in fact, quite smart, but she supposed her family history and her more Slytherin traits won out over any of the other houses. And it would have been laughable, embarrassing, even, to have been sorted into Gryffindor. She didn’t mind Gryffindors, as such, but she, as a Lestrange, could not have been seen dead in that house. Lavigna knew as much and would not have fancied fighting it. Lavign paused and wondered for a moment at Rachelle’s next question, unconsciously raising her finger to her mouth and tapping it against her lip once or twice. What, indeed, was Lavigna looking forward to this year? She wasn’t sure. She liked Hogwarts well enough, but she’d always had an eager to get out an explore the world outside of the confines of Hogwarts. “Honestly, probably graduating,” Lavigna said. “Not that I don’t like Hogwarts but I’m ready to move on. Get a job, get my own place, meet new people…” Lavigna trailed off. “Yes, I think that’s what I’m looking forward to them most. How about you?”[/left][/size][/blockquote] ;;;
word count;; 265
credit;; Primadonna Girl by Marina and the Diamonds
notes;; Sorry, so short >.<
thoughts;; That's what every highschool student thinks... and then...
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