Post by 'TWIGG' CHARITY MELISSA FLAMEL on Jul 7, 2009 13:41:44 GMT 1
HOT DAMN THAT GIRLS ON FIRE
[/font][/blockquote][/blockquote][/center]Though it wasn't exactly the atmosphere she was used to, and that wasn't counting the dismal surroundings of the small taverns in Hogsmeade that were apparently entertaining enough for most of the student body, the cool caress of the grass on her bare legs was welcome in the unexpected heat of the night. Darkness had descended around the blonde haired Slytherin only an hour ago, and she had since been enjoying the gloomy solitude the lawns gave her. Few would venture out of their rooms at night and even fewer would choose this very spot as their idea of fun, but at times for the Flamel girl it was a welcome escape. The dark nothingness held little distraction from her thoughts and there were no irritating people trying to point out how she was disgracing everything her Grandmother had taught her when it came to being a lady, but after all, there was no one who took solice in the bottle more than Twigg's father, he had never really gotten over the death of his sweetheart, and he never would.
As the beauty lay backwards into the cushioning arms of the long grass she raised a bottle to her lips, the contents strong but unknown as the label had long ago been picked away in a fit of frustration. It was her last year at this school and as she drank she imagined what she would be leaving, at the beginning of the year she had made a vow to make herself slightly more respectable, after all she didn't intend to leave the place too hostile for her little sister to survive in with her second name pinned to her. Though the younger Flamel was a lot more diplomatic than her sister and easier to get along with, she held grudges secretly unlike Twig who would rather scream in your face in a rather undignified way than put up a friendly front. However, the idea had been fanciful and as she lay their, her pale beauty reflecting up at the sky in the light of the moon above, she was exactly as she always would be.
Many openly looked down upon her for her lifestyle, but she believed she had to grow old and become mature someday, she would rather not do it at the age of seventeen. Life was, for now, for living and making the most of, not deciding what you were going to spend the rest of your life down. Maybe it was a naive out look, though it was the only thing about her that could be described in that way. It was common knowledge that there were those that were jealous of her, why wouldn't they be? She sailed by, on her name, on her looks, on sheer arrogance, without a care to her name except where she would go to next, and that thought never really crossed her mind, it was the Death Eaters permanently and that was all. With on hand idly twirling in the long expanse of her dark hair she stared up at the twinkling stars of the night sky.THIS POST IS TAGGED FOR ANYONE! AND IS COMPLETE AT 517 WITHOUT CODE WORDS.
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music: FSCENE8 - The Medic Droid
notes: I'm bored haha.
