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Post by theliz on Jun 24, 2010 12:48:19 GMT -5
It had been five days since the subpoena had gone out with Liz's tiny golden eyed owl to each of the three new girls that Liz would take into her circle. Hearts were broken this week as many girls had come up at lunch or breakfast asking if there letter could have been delayed, but Liz tried not to smirk saying if they were meant to get it, they would have. That she was truly sorry, and to those who were younger she said maybe next year. Though most did not even have a chance, and some she didn't even care to remember there names when making her list. When she realized they would loose their two friends to the real world she started her orginized ways of figuring out who would take the place of her circle.
In a way Liz was terribly O.C.D. about everything, specially how she kept her group. Keeping notes on every social event and every piece of gossip she heard in her red leather book, that rarely left her possession. Not even Roxy knew everything in it, it was her secret keeper about everyone, and it had helped her pick the girls that she would hold close, and those she'd have at arms length. Even though she wasn't all that good at keeping notes in class, she was a people watcher and that was what made her, who she was. The only enemy anyone ever needed, and the person everyone wanted as a best friend. So she normally didn't have many enemies, because people were to scared to tick her off.
The sun poked through the holes in the parasol, as the red head walked down the bright mid-day streets of hogsmeade, sunglasses covering her hazel eyes with a twinkle of a smirk. Liz was infact a half an hour early to her own party which was not normal because she loved being late, and in the attention. But today she wanted to see how they arrived, and if they arrived on time to a set time. It was a small test she devised, one of those times that Roxy was late to be able to find the right people. Though she loved Roxy and she was her best friend and she wasn't about to change her, but this time she was gonna be careful to find those who didn't make her sit around for hours alone.
Closing the parasol she stepped into the dim lit room with soft clicks on the wooden floor. She approached her normal table which was ocupied by a group of younger girls who noticed her right away and started standing up scooting over to another table before she raised her sunglasses to the top of her head. She smilled fakely at the group who all returned it, happily. She felt like being nice today, it was one saving grace to most others that morning since she had coffee spilled on her already and the girl wasn't black and blue or hiding under a bush because Liz let it go this time, and just changed her shirt before walking down to go shopping before the celebration which was why when Liz had asked Roxy if she wanted to come along or just meet up with her, she got excuses, and so she was alone for the day.
With a wink to the bartender she had a glass of cold soda with ice, a straw, and a little orange umbrella. As she sat there alone, in the crowded room, she pulled her driod cell phone out of her person checking the time, and checking her messages. Nothing made her sigh softly. She hated being early, it meant waiting. She wasn't the most paitent person on the planet, as she tapped her manicured nails against the table surface. Liz's thoughts drifted to the purchases she made, and how good she'd look in that new blouse, which made the trail to what bottoms would go with it, and the next time she checked her droid it was five minutes to 2. Now it was time for the show to began, as her drink was refilled in front of her without her even noticing her boy approach and left again, she glanced at the door as it opened.
Outfit; ClickyTagg; Roxy, Rachel, Rose, and Ryan. Notes; We are going to play the roleplaying tag, since there should five of us (if not you should have a darn good reason.), you can't pick the person above you but you can choose who should respond next, try to pick a person who hasn't gone in awhile, or the person thats on at the time you post would be nice too. You get the idea. [/font] |
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Post by gracieharrison on Jun 26, 2010 13:53:22 GMT -5
 One question haunts and hurts[/size] Too much, too much to mention[/size][/color] Was I really seeking good?[/size] Or just seeking attention?...[/font][/size][/b][/center] --------------------- Rachel blew her curls out of her face, feeling all of the mane of hair flying behind her as she made her way down the streets of Hogsmeade. Today was one of those rare days where she felt comfortable enough to leave Alex alone for a few hours. After these crazy past few months she'd become rather touchy and overprotective, but she's starting to get the hang of having him in the same vicinity of her. The brunette sighed as she walked over to a bench near the building she needed to meet the other girls in. She was about five-ten minutes early, so she had time, and she put on a new layer of lip gloss. Rachel rarely wore these kinds of clothes, wondering what Alex would think of it and smirking when she imagined his reaction.
The brown-haired willowy girl stood from her bench seat and walked inside the Three Broomsticks, spotting Lizabeth and smiling, walking over and sitting near the redhead, ordering a butterbeer from the bartender. "Hey Liz" she commented, smiling as she looked around the room to see what kind of people were around at this point in time. The girl placed her purse next to her on the counter, making sure she could see it out of her peripheral vision. She watched the other girl out of the corner of her eye and figured she'd wait for the other girls to strike up a conversation.
--------------------- Tag:[/color] Roxy Status:[/color] finished Outfit:[/color] THISComments:[/color] Well, it took FOREVER to make that outfit for her, and I LOVE IT! She should dress like this more often, but I'm sure Alex may or may not approve of it. lol Word Count:[/color] 241 Listening to:[/color] tv[/size] This template was created by Chris so PLEASE credit in case you use the above or else she will hunt you down and eat you!Chris ©2009, All Rights Reserved |
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Post by dom on Jun 30, 2010 1:56:59 GMT -5
well i'm starting to fall in love
• A N D I T ' S G E T T I N G T O O M U C H •
• it's not often that i slip up •
and it's just my luck ! To be entirely honest, Rosie Weasley had no idea what she had gotten herself into, expressing interest in this little group she was now apart of. She had tossed her name in the running, as a last moment chance to cure the boredom she was sure was going to plague her all year long. With Axel gone and graduated Rosie didn't have someone to run to whenever she got bored. Thanks to his non-presence, Rosie had more time for studying and schoolwork, but Rose wasn't convinced that was really a blessing. Hopefully this group would give her a little more entertainment. Rosie hadn't thought she would get chosen. There were so many hopeful girls, their whisperings had been filling the halls for days that Rosie felt that her chances were slim. It had come as a surprise when the small owl had flown to her that morning, five days ago, and deposited a letter in her porridge. Though a little bit sticky after that Rosie had no trouble reading her acceptance into the group. At first she had been wary about the whole thing, tenative to join a group so exclusive, but as time passed Rosie had warmed whole-heartedly to the idea, and now she couldn't wait to see who else would be along for the ride this year. She knew Liz and Roxy, of course, and the names of the other girls were familiar enough for her to be able to put a face to the names, but Rose wasn't well acquainted with any of them.
Pausing outside the door of the Three Broomsticks Rosie took a deep breath of the warm September air. It was just starting to taking on that slight bite of chill, but the sun was still shining and Rosie couldn't help but feel that the day was just right for the start of a new adventure, however cheesy that sounded. Smoothing wrinkles from the fabric of her shirt Rose looked down at her outfit for a last minute appraisal. She wore a loose grey shirt, the hem ended inches before the hem of her dark skirt. In concession to both modesty and the approaching fall weather Rosie had slipped on a pair of embellished, opaque black tights, sequins sparkling up the side to emphasis her slender legs. To finish the outfit off Rosie had tossed a tailored blazer over top, along with a think chain of necklaces and a black pair of ankle booties she was particularly proud of. She hadn't bothered with anymore makeup than a coat of mascara and a swipe of gloss on her lips, and her hair had received no more attention then just a quick stroke with a brush to smooth out the loose waves. It was enough to make a good first impression and Rosie took another breath, tugging open the door and stepping inside of the pub.
It wasn't hard to find Liz in the crowd of people. Not considered the fact that she was right where she was supposed to be, her fiery hair was a like a beacon, and Rosie grinned, making her way through the pub to her fellow redhead and Gryffindor, slipping into the seat across from her. Smiling at the younger girl Rosie glanced around for some to take her drink order. A boy about her age quickly came and left, leaving a warm bottle of butterbeer in front of her. "Well hello there," Rosie greeted the Liz warmly, though she was at a bit of a lose of what to say next.
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Post by finn on Aug 5, 2010 10:10:58 GMT -5
[[Okay so until Jack is free again were gonna not tagg Roxy, He'll just through her in her when he can, it doens't matter if she's late its you guys that are important right now soo, and I would love to get the ball rolling a little soo;
I need Rachel's post to be finished and I would like Ryans post up please so that I can reply with Liz, I would love for this to work. Thank yous!]]
[[And Rachel.. I don't think Alex would mind too much.. he is a teenage boy.. just saying..]]
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Post by roxy on Aug 8, 2010 8:39:52 GMT -5
Roxy sat up a bit dazed and confused. She wasn't sure exactly what had happened all she knew was that she was laying on a hard stone floor and her head hurt. She opened her eyes, and the scorch marks all over the place refreshed her memory. She had tried to break into the slytherin common room, and everything had gone horribly wrong. Apparently without the passsword she would not be gaining access.
She pushed herself up from the dungeon floor and began to head out noticing that there were scorch marks in her white I am number 1 t-shirt, and she had torn a fifth hole in her blue jeans. She sighed as she picked up her fadora hat. She glanced at her watch and then did a double take. Unless she ran she would be late for hers and Lizzy's meeting. She decided not to worry about the state she was in and she ran straight fro hogsmeade.
Once inside the little village it didn't take long to reach the bar. She burst through the door panting due to her run. She lokked at her watch, and then through her hands in the air in an act of victory. "Still got five minutes to spare." She stopped and lowered her arms seeing the other girls. Though Liz being her best friend, Rose her cousin, and Rachel her team mate surely they were all use to her wierness, but it was still enough to stop her. She smiled at Liz "I'm not late. For once I am on time to something other than quidditch."
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Post by theliz on Aug 18, 2010 8:52:25 GMT -5
[[o.o.c: sorry was in the hospital for a few days.. I'm gonna post now which means Ryan is late, because I don't want to wait anymore.. and instead of tagging its first poster right now until this get going I guess..]]
Slowly slim fingers fixed the clasp of pearls placing it in the back of Liz's neck gently as her eyes gazed upon Rachel as she entered the room and looked around for her. Examination was one of those things Liz couldn't help doing, since Rachel hadn't been her first choice and if not for Roxy, Rachel would not have been here. Liz was slightly jealous of Rachel which never went over well specially since it was over a boy. Rachel was dating Alex Finnigan, a slytherin boy which Liz had been having her eye on for quite some time actually considered dropping the fact he was a slytherin which was a no-no in her book of rules, which since this group was all older she had decided not to uphold certain rules, but to her she had already taken them so seriously for so long. It was a hard one to get by.
"Hey Liz" brought her back to reality, her fake smile appeared as she went to reply another footsteps approached the table and another red head was sitting across from her. Rose, Liz's eyes lit up just slightly. This was happening, and girls were showing up. Rose had been her pick, for one she was head girl and for two, Liz loved the light that the Weasley's brought, which was at first why she had become so close to Roxy but now Roxy was her best friend and even if she wasn't a Weasley she would still probably be her friend. She was just hoping Rose would bring some more of that to the group, maybe a little more serious though. "Well hello there," perfect. was all Liz could think before she was interrupted.
Before Liz could even open her mouth it dropped to the ground. What appeared in the doorway made her want to sink in her seat and put her sunglasses over her eyes. Her cheeks began to match her hair, out of anger or out of embarrassment she hadn't decided yet. As her best friend did a little victory stance, covered in scorch marks, and a new whole in her jeans. "Still got five minutes to spare." As soon as Roxy spotted them her hands dropped from the air, and Liz narrowed her eyes as Roxy approached the table. "I'm not late. For once I am on time to something other than quidditch." Liz reached to her droid and checked the time, Roxy was indeed on time, which was a first. That made Liz a little less angry.
She sat there for a moment of silence starring at her phone before she looked up at Roxy, she was trying the anger management process one of her tutors had been trying to explain to her. Thinking of all the good points to Roxy before she spoke. "At least you didn't ruin my clothes this time. Thank you for being on time, but I wouldn't have minded a little tardiness if you had explained this to me." she said softly looking up at her friend, her cheeks returning to their normal color. Quickly she reached into her hand bag and pulled out a tube of what looked like clear lip stick. "Here, before your shirt is stuck that way." Her own invention she had created after one of Roxy's back firing plans, it was to take out recent scorches from fabric. She was quite proud of it. "And please sit down." she raised one finger and the boy returned placing a butterbeer in front of the chair next to Liz leaving one empty seat, for Ryan. Who was dangerously close to being late to their gathering.
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