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Post by theliz on Jun 29, 2010 14:13:14 GMT -5
Hazel eyes piered through the crack make by the slowly opening door. Once in the clear small clicks made by the red heads heels while she appeared out of the closet followed by a tall dark and handsome who gave her smirk and took swift steps down the stairs, as if to say thanks. The red head rolled her eyes leaning against the closet door as it closed for a moment looking up at the ceiling she took a deep breath, and stepped forward shaking her hair out a bit from between her fingers and pulled it back up into a high bun that magically looked perfect in seconds, almost like a illusion that her hair had ever been messy. Living in a magical world made it easier to look as flawless as the red head did on most days.
Quickly Liz started to straighten her skirt and tucking in her shirt not really paying attention to what was going on around her, she knew the last class hadn't gotten out so any students wondering would have to have it off like she did this year which was a nice advantage. It meant she got the comfy seats in the common room, and the best placing on the gryffindor table. It wasn't like she needed advanced transfiguration, she was pretty good at it to get by in these days, she didn't want to be an auror there was no point. Sitting on the window sill she fixed her heels, it had been pitch black in that closet it was like dressing blind. She shuddered at the thought, what she might be wearing if she was blind.
Appearance was important in Liz's world, whether it be what she wore or who she hung out with. She made sacrifices to be perfect, including being strict about who she appeared with. That boy she would never talk to out in public because he was unfortunately a slytherin and that was a no-no in the eyes of the girls before her and she had believed that for so long that even though she laxed on her new group because Alex Finnigan was a slytherin and was the boyfriend of Rachel, who was in her newly formed clique. But she overlooked it because she thought it was a foolish rule, though she would never out right abandon it herself. Which was why on that very first year she had to let go of her first school friend. Doryen.
Doryen and Liz had met on the train, and had quickly become friends. But when they were sorted they were sent to different sides of a fued they didn't know much about. Between her father and her new friends who said they could make her perfect she had to give up her slytherin friend, and instead consider her the enemy. She tried hard to dislike the girl when being watched, but she still had a piece of her heart for the girl ever since her time spent on the train. Though she knew if she was in Doryen's shoes she wouldn't forgive her, so she didn't blame Doryen from holding a grudge against her but she tried to be nicer, though not too nice to draw attention she wasn't down right mean all the time.
Liz heard some one and was startled a little as she quickly tied her tie, couldn't believe she had let her guard down that much. She didn't dare to look up at the eyes she knew was looking at her as she put her foot down, it wasn't a teacher because they would have said something by now. That left students, because ghosts didn't make footsteps. Quickly she fixed her necklace that had been backwards, the L shined sparkled from the gray skys outside. The cursive letter barely ever left her, and she would probably die in it if she had the choice. It had been given to her by the leader of the group when she was a lonely first year who didn't know that one day she'd be the one who took the place as queen be, but then again between her and Roxy she couldn't deny she had figured out quickly by the third year how it would work out.
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Post by PASCAL , on Jul 3, 2010 9:08:10 GMT -5
  Lounging in the common room used to feel great, so relaxed, and a little exciting, knowing you were choosing the luxury of a cushioned sofa, lazy mutterings of people's conversations, and the soft crackle of the fire that spurted sparks, and licked at the sides of the fire place. Yes, choosing something like this, instead of the hard wooden desks that were all lined perfectly in each and every classroom. Doryen Goyle, though, had done this so many times, so many times infact, that the escitement of skipping class had faded, and she found herself only lying on a sofa, staring at the hot flames infront of her. Sighing, Doryen sat up and looked at her watch that she'd never looked to before, but just wore it for some accessory on her wrist apart from the vast amount of bracelets she would wear. It was rearing two o'clock. She was going to be expected in Charms around now, she'd missed Transfigurations. Doryen looked at the handful of students who chose to stay hidden in the common room with her. They all seemed content here, and it didn't seem like anyone wanted to go for a stroll. No need for company, though. Doryen rose to her feet and said her goodbyes to her fellows before slipping on her emerald tie around her neck, and slacking it slightly as she walked through the dark corridors of the Dungeons.
She really hated being at the bottom, but really, she hated being a follower of the serpent, the same house of which the snake-faced dark Wizard, Vldemort had once been housed into. But Doryen also hated how she shared the same house as her father. Her father. Doryen wished the sorting hat had been a little less predictable. Her wishes were not granted. Typical. Walking past two Prefects, Doryen gave them a kirt wave to them, to which they returned a smile. Everyone knew Doryen. Everyone liked Doryen. Well, almost everyone. Being so liked, there was a price to pay. Being envied. Doryen had to admit, she truly loved being envied. She enjoyed to have people attempt and insult her, and as much as the insults were so vile, and should have hurt her badly, they didn't even make a dent in her taunting smile. But her smile had holes, and one person could slither through them. One person whom Doryen falsley believed was her friend, but she was being played. It was an act. Liz Jordan was certianly a handful.
Doryen strolled up the stairs, and found her feet were headed towards the First Floor, but being more certian, the Transfiguratio classroom. Why did she need to go there? Oh yes, she'd left her bootlace there, from the last lesson of attempting to transfigure the lace into a quill. She'd managed to do it of course, but found the lesson quite boring, and had been the first body leaving the classroom, leaving her boot lace, and having her foot falling out from her boot as she jumped the stairs back to the common room. So now, knowing why she needed to stop in the classroom, and with a decent pair of trainer shoes on, she headed along the corridor, which lead to the Transfiguration classroom. Along the way, she met Alex Finnigan. He gave her a smile, and she returned it, although with slight hesitation. Doryen had never breathed a word to that boy. Well, maybe he was just in a good mood today. Lucky him. Doryen felt rather bitter when she'd started thinking of her Gryffindor friend early this morning.
Reaching the large oaken door, Doryen saw it was slightly ajar. She pressed her palm against it and pushed the door open, revealing that very red-headed gurl whom Doryen felt so firey about. Her brown eyes locked on Liz for a good few moments. She didn't know weather to address her, or just to ignore her presence. Doryen walked in and headed for her desk. She saw her shoelace lying on the table, much like her pet rat's tail, and she picked it up, stuffing it inside her trouser pocket. She looked again, as though Liz had just appeared. Doryen felt slightly uncomfortable, but she softened her face, although didn't smile, and said, "Afternoon, Liz. I'm surprised you're not with your royals. Taking the day off?" He questioned, leaning against one of the desks and flding her arms, looking rather defensive. She was.
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Post by theliz on Jul 9, 2010 12:26:34 GMT -5
Eyes that sparkled like gold met Doryen's, it was like a sigh of relief. Not a big one, but at least she wasn't a teacher. Liz couldn't afford to be in any more trouble, she already had detention for the next month with Professor Lestrange because of one of Roxy's little plans that didn't work to well. Sadly instead of their own head of house they had to run into him, but gladly Roxy was one of Lestrange's favorite students. Though he was running out of things for them to do and she was sick of scrubbing things. Normal students in trouble already don't go getting into more trouble, but she couldn't help it, it was habit. It was also in her blood to pranks and such, but she turned her attention on other means to escape the rules most times. Liz considered it bending not breaking, and that's how she most of the time convinced others to do things that might get them in trouble for her. Which was a normal occurrence lately since she herself couldn't do things like normal until off of detention.
Softly she watched the girl move around the room shoving something in her pocket. Liz wondered what it could be but pretended not to notice when Doryen looked at her with a fake surprised look, like as if she had been invisible before. It wasn't like she wouldn't have done the same if in a crowded room, so she knew the drill. She looked back sort of like she just realized she had entered the room, not like a deer in the headlights, just slightly aware of fear. Then she softly half smiled, like a hello. This was going to be awkward, she could already tell but she didn't let that stop her. Uncomfortable she was good at, being comfortable was no an option. She was always finding the kinks in the straight line, and stressing about it. It was partly O.C.D. and partly her feeling of loss of control she always had in the back of her head, which was why she did what she did.
"Afternoon, Liz. I'm surprised you're not with your royals. Taking the day off?"
Doryen looked defensive and Liz couldn't blame her all that much, It wasn't like they were extremely close anymore. She leaned softly against the window sill and then quickly lifted to sit on it with her long legs dangling over the edge. Her shins against the cold stone made the hair on the back of her neck stand up but she just ignored it. "Just having some fun while others are in class. That's all." she said softly glancing at the doorway and then back to Doryen still leaning against the the desk, she folded her hands in her lap softly looking down at them. "Your missing a shoe lace." she said trying to think of small talk but failing as her eyes noticed the girls shoes. Stating the probably obvious out loud to the girl, thinking of nothing else to say. Liz's hazel eyes stared like a statue at the shoe on Doryen's foot as if all the cogs in her brain had all frozen and she was stuck, for a few moments before finally breaking sight and returning to look at Doryen's face.
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Notes; You picked Alex? using my own character. Smart. Sorry this isn't terribly great my muse was shot and I'm trying to revive it. |
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Post by PASCAL , on Jul 18, 2010 8:14:39 GMT -5
Doryen saw that the girl was relieved, why, Doryen didn't know. She guessed that this wouldnt at all be a plesant conversation. If this was even going to become one. She and Lizabeth hadn't really had a decent encounter in a long time. Doryen could hardly remember, but it was hard to remember memories of someone who made your blood boil. Doryen took friendship seriously. She would decide on the first few words with another person, if she would like or dislike them. Liz was great fun. The first journey from King's Cross to Hogsmeade by train was the only real good time Doryen could think of. It was just them in a compartment. Doryen was falling asleep. The warmth of the train was too comforting, and the trip from her house to King's Cross was incredibly long. Doryen grew rather thankful for apparation once she knew what it was. Yes, Doryen was spread along one of the cushioned sofa-chairs, and Liz had the other. Doryen wasn't about to fall asleep infront of a total stranger, so she had decided to speak to the girl. Doryen never really got that nap. She was starting to regret it now.
Doryen hadn't really known two-faced characters to even exist. She knew they were out there, but she never thought that she would befriend one. As soon as Doryen was announced a Slytherin, and Liz was already seated at the Gryffindor table, both knew that their friendship wouldn't be the easiest.
She knew the Gryffindor was watching her from the moment she entered the room. She felt it, and it irritated her. And then she looked at Doryen i the face, trying to give off the impression that she'd just noticed her. Was Doryen's slamming of the door, and stomping of her feet too quiet for Liz? And then she had te nerve to smile. As if nothing had ever gone wrong, as if they were still the best of friends. And then the girl made herself comfortable. So it was Doryen who was going to leave first. She uncoiled her arms and rose to her fullest height, staring into Liz's face with total accusation, and then she turned her back and headed back the way she came when she recieved no answer. Ad then she spoke. It was like breaking through a glass, and finally seeing something that hadn't been there before. ""Just having some fun while others are in class. That's all." With her back turned, Doryen rolled her eyes and scoffed before looking behind her shoulder at Liz, her gaze quite sinister. "Your missing a shoe lace." Liz added, and Doryen didn't even glance down at her shoes. She turned her body around to face Liz again, and she leaned against rhe door. "Way to state the obvious." She replied bitterly through gritted teeth. It was plain to see that there was some fire egniting inside Doryen for quite some time, and it was beginning to spark up again.
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