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Post by lilith on Jul 18, 2010 23:49:20 GMT -5
 TERROR OF KNOWING WHAT THIS WORLD IS ABOUT TERROR OF KNOWING WHATwatchin' some good friends screaming- - - - - - - - L E T M E O U T !
The burning was intense, seething, loathsome at times, but never an unwelcome sort. The pain of desire lingered inside each cavity of her mind, tearing her each way it could possibly try, the soft smell of cemetery dirt and death snapping her temporarily out of her almost dream like haze. That was the problem with staying as a shadow too long. It messed with your head, caused you some sort of euphoria that simply tore your senses apart and made you a monster, even if you were one before. It made you worse. No regard for even the people you cared about. Azalynn had always been careful when dealing with her powers. She'd heard far too much about the one who had had the power before her, and what had happened to her. It hadn't been pretty. She'd gone through too much to lose her sanity and her power.
But then again, her sanity was wavering at all hours of the day - whether she'd entered the shadows or not. And the feeling of a looming shadow over her shoulders, the idea that it would catch up with her sometime soon, it was far too nauseating to think of. And so she didn't. She wasn't really sure why she'd made the trek to the Shrieking Shack. She had little more clue of what she was going to do when she got there. It wasn't likely that anyone would be out tonight, past midnight, dead of winter, the snow falling on the ground. It was far too cold, far too late, and frankly, the shack wasn't known for being pleasant during the day, much less at night. No one in their right mind came for no reason. But again, Azalynn had reason enough to believe she wasn't in her right mind.
It almost felt repeatative. Anyone that knew her knew she had nightmares, if not evident by the hideous circles about her eyes than from the constant sleeping in class. No one dared approach her. For the most part they seemed intimidated. I could go for some company.. Maybe she could loosen up a bit, things could be so much different. For the right person, that was. Not that she had to worry about that tonight, the weekend had finally arrived. After getting kicked out of both other magic schools, suppose there were some pretty rumors floating about the corridors. Only a few more months/
Insomnia was a welcome thing these days. She hated having to share a room with someone, and sleeping at night was such a bore. After all, there were so many things she could be doing in the darkness. Shopping, killing, dancing, reading, finding new and different ways to amuse herself. So she probably should be at least still in the common room like a good little snake, but if you could possibly name one good trait that Azalynn had - at least, good from a mundane point of view - you'd get a prize. She wasn't exactly a model anything. But that's insignificant. She sat, her feet propped up in high heels on the adjacent table on a copy of the Daily Prophet, nestled snugly on the creaky old couch across from the dusty piano. Her mind wandered over a few different things, but nothing of any real consequence. Flipping open a book she'd gotten out of the restricted section of the library, she idly thumbed through the pages, looking over the illustrations. Should she be caught there would be a little more to answer to than detention. The shrieking shack was a place of true consequence.
She sighed as she glanced over the pages of the book. They looked like directions of some sort, but she didn't really care about knowing what they meant, until her eyes fell on a single word - 'Legilimency'. She pursed her lips. She'd heard of the art, always finding it interested but never actually having a chance to do any further investigating into it. Those jade green eyes of hers fell over each word, sucking it in. She drug her fingernail over the words, then the illustrations, her mind reeling in the possibilities of using such a power. It almost made her want to try it right then. But she knew better - instead flipping the page to continue reading about the art. A smile crept to her lips, hearing the grandfather clock behind her, newly installed, begin to toll thrice - three AM. She sighed a bit, swinging her legs over and up on the arm of the couch, laying back, her head resting on the wood for a moment. She made a face. That would never do. "Accio pillow." She muttered, before a pillow came towards her in a rush. She leaned forward, allowing the pillow to slide beneath her head.
Oh, the absolute joys of magic. Making lazy people out of perfectly not lazy people since... whenever it started. She didn't pay attention to History of Magic. Ah well. She still wasn't going to pay attention to it. Not unless they started talking about something interesting. Other than the Goblin wars or something. Nobody cared about the Goblins, or their wars. She stretched out her legs, crossing them and continuing her dissection of the words on the parchment before her. A slow whistle could be heard from opposite her, something she immediately dismissed as little more than the wind.
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Post by katevans1 on Jul 22, 2010 12:17:27 GMT -5
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[/B][/COLOR] she asked, “There is always a reason someone comes to the Shrieking Shack.” She wasn’t being rude, she hated extended silence. This was actually the firs thing she said all day that wasn’t mean. She even surprised herself. [/BLOCKQUOTE][/BLOCKQUOTE][/ul][/SIZE] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
TAG- Azalynn
WORDS!? - 584
MUSE!? - lowww.
CLOTHING!? - outfit
NOTES!? - meh.
CREDIT!? - Goes to Squee @ CautionTwo.Oh, bishes.
>_> Steal it and I'll eat your face.
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Post by lilith on Jul 27, 2010 1:34:21 GMT -5
TERROR OF KNOWING WHAT THIS WORLD IS ABOUT TERROR OF KNOWING WHATwatchin' some good friends screaming- - - - - - - - L E T M E O U T !
Azalynn stretched slightly, batting her eyelashes in the direction of the noise. She wasn’t used to seeing company of any sort and the cat was an odd sight. Of course had she known the cat was an actual girl the thought to pet it as it scrambled by would never had occurred. She uncrossed her legs to sit up as the new face entered the room. Yet another talent she had been unable to learn herself, an animagus form. She had seen her around before, just where she wasn’t sure. It certainly hadn’t been Hogwarts. Maybe she had attended one of the two alternative magic school and was dispelled for some reason or another. The latter seemed more likely as Azalynn had attended both schools and was expelled for whatever reasons. Personally she just thought they had their wands in some unmentionable places.. She watched as the girl sat down and tried to keep her attention on her own book, she didn’t look too thrilled to be there and likely talking wouldn’t help. Azalynn at least knew what that felt like.
As the girl picked up the nearest book she tried to think of something to say that wouldn’t end in an awkward silence or nothing more being said. She wanted to be sure to avoid ‘you make a gorgeous cat’ and ‘for a moment I considered caging you and keeping you’. She observed the reaction to the book out of the corner of her eye and seized her chance. Before she could get the starting words out, the girl had already spoken. She couldn‘t really answer the question of why she was there, it was frivolous. Where did anyone go when they wanted to escape the nagging prefects and professors? Instead she did the easier thing and changed the subject. ”Don’t care for wolves?” She sat up slowly, swinging her legs to the floor and covering her mouth just as a yawn came about. ”I can understand that. I don’t care for dogs in general. Canine or male.”
She tapped her nail to her thigh awkwardly. This was what she was trying to avoid, wasn’t it? ”I don’t remember seeing you around before here at Hogwarts, this forsaken school.. But you look so familiar..” She thought about it for a moment before playing a quick game of roulette and choosing one of the two schools, if she were wrong surely the girl would correct her. ”You didn’t go to Durmstrang by any chance did you?”
Azalynn thought about it for a minute before lounging back against the couch again. She didn’t seem to be there to pose a threat and even still look considerably younger than herself. Not that was any realistic reason to let her guard down, but it helped. ”I come here because the prefects don’t seem to appreciate my taste in literature..” She stated simply, nodding in the direction of the book she had been reading prior. ”Yourself?”
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Post by katevans1 on Jul 27, 2010 16:29:22 GMT -5
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[/b] she asked. “Not one bit,” Kat replied. The girl spoke again, “I can understand that. I don’t care for dogs in general. Canine or male.” This comment made Kat laugh. The girl obviously put two and two together and figured out that she was a cat animagus. “It’s not that I don’t care for them, its just…they like me a bit too much.” Kat didn’t want to tell the stranger that she was scared of dogs, if she wasn’t a cat, then she probably wouldn’t mind them. “I’m more of a cat person,” Katherine said with a slight smirk. “I’m Kat by the way, as in Kat, short for Katherine, not cat, like the animal.” The girl seemed nice enough. “Oh and I couldn’t agree more about the male thing,” she added. “I don’t remember seeing you before here at Hogwarts, this forsaken school…But you look so familiar…” the girl identified herself as Azalynn. “Yeah, I just transferred here, this is my first year. I try to keep on the down low; I don’t really like drama…unless I start it. Then I like it.” Kat’s serious face transformed to a smirk when she started to talk about starting drama. Her favorite thing at Hogwarts was how it was so easy to start a commotion. All she had to do was spill some ink and a World War IV would begin. “You didn’t go to Durmstrang by any chance did you?” Azalynn asked. “Nope, but that’s my last option. I was at Beaubatons last year,” Kat chuckled, “It took them almost four whole years to figure out that I didn’t want to be there. I still don’t like Hogwarts, but it’s better than being there.” She had to review her thoughts. Maybe she was known at Durmstrang? “…Well, you might know me from Durmstrang…I got into trouble there too and I never even went there.” Kat smiled. It was exciting to be known as a badass in a school that you never attended. “They couldn’t send me to Durmstrang because…of an issue I had with some of the students.” An evil smile crossed her face. She debated whether to tell the story about why she couldn’t go there and why she got kicked out, and decided to tell her the abridged version. “Let’s just say guys are dogs and they can’t keep it in their pants. And I almost Avada Kadavera-ed his ass to the next century.” Katherine hoped that Azalynn caught on to what she was saying, but if she didn’t she would be more than happy to spread Lechkov’s story to another lucky girl. Katherine asked Azalynn why she was there. “I come here because the prefect’s don’t seem to appreciate my taste in literature…Yourself?” she asked. “Eh,” Kat shrugged, “I just wanted to check out the roomers about this place being haunted. And I have decided upon the conclusion that that is a load of bull.” That was true. There was not one thing that pointed to this place as being haunted. Ha, Kat’s curiosity got the better of her, and it didn’t kill her this time. “The Slytherin common room was also way too crowded when I got back from my last class. I don’t even know anyone there except for Reece. What house are you in?”[/BLOCKQUOTE][/BLOCKQUOTE][/ul][/SIZE] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
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WORDS!? - 562
MUSE!? - getting better.
CLOTHING!? - here
NOTES!? - meh.
CREDIT!? - Goes to Squee @ CautionTwo.Oh, bishes.
>_> Steal it and I'll eat your face.
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