Post by scarlette on Feb 22, 2010 23:29:33 GMT -5
In her lifetime she had played many roles, ones that she had played and because of that she became who she is today. Whether it was the good girl or the naughty girl she had a way with words and feminine wilds. It was apparent that her mother had always been a bit of a player in her younger days before she had met her father. The story was told that they had fallen in love and gotten married. But it was obvious that they had married because it was the right thing to do. Because they were both from pureblooded families and it was required that they should marry. In this brunettes mind that was exactly why they had gotten married. To make their parents, her grandparents pleased because that’s what all of them did. They did things to make their parents happy, but not this one. No she did things on her own whim. Whatever made her happy is what she did. Whether her parents or her grandparents were disappointed in her she couldn’t give a damn. Their lives were short enough as it was so they might as well make themselves happy first.
A warning label was about right. Whether it was profanity or promiscuity, either way something always was expelled from her. She had a sarcastic humour that was gripping and a bit malice when she chose to use it. That was how she earned her wings and had gotten into Slytherin. For the last couple years she had gotten even worse. She had become more self centered and more aware of who she was. She was Scarlette Riddle and she could have the world at her finger tips if she wished it. Getting her way had been a easy thing to do all throughout her life, she just batted those dark fringed lashes and her world was turned right side up again. Not that her world really got flipped around, she had a uncanny ability to make the best out of things. No matter what the circumstances were. For years nothing bad had ever really happened to her, usually she started the things and then she had no one to blame but herself. Not that it minded her. Scarlette had made her bed and then she had to lie in it. Which she did multiple times.
The lack of excitement in her every day life was which had drove her into the arms of sin. Between the alcohol, sex and rock she had her triple threat. It was only the emptiness that rocked her and sent her spiralling down in a one way path. For the last year and a half she had been a regular client of these same old shady places. One way or another she ended up throwing herself at one hot guy or another after the patron started to flow. Even though she wasn’t to partial to muggles and their ways; she had to hand it to them. In patron, they had done a miracle wonder and ever sense then she couldn’t look back. But she found herself more loose when she was high on patron. Not only that she usually partook in body shots or rather she gave her body up for those very shots. A dark vixen who was usually scantily dressed. Well she was a high demand and was needed all around.
The palms of her soft, tender hands began to heat, increasing in temperature with every second that passed. The anger that burned through her veins was uncontrollable. Playing with the small fireball that appeared in her palm, her fingers pressed against the flames, manipulating them as she stalked down the corridor. There was nothing more than being accused in the wrong that pissed Scarlette Riddle off. What was she being accused of exactly? DADA class was always an interesting subject, but being forced to enjoy it with Gryffindors wasn’t Scarlette’s cup of tea, so for a little amusement, some buzz, she had set a girl’s skirt on fire. Not bursting flames, just a thread or two had caught a light. But Professor Lestrange had caught her in the act, so she wasn’t exactly getting accused in the wrong, she was just being accused and not getting away with it.
Pushing the office door open, Scarlette‘s mood still hadn‘t improved. Clenching her jaw, she continued to throw her little ball of flames in the air, creating her own amusement. It was the fine and rare beauty of elemental magic. “I don’t see why I’m here. You have no bloody right to blame me for that, anything could’ve happened and you had to blame me, just because I’m the one that’s gifted with elemental magic.” She snapped confidently at her professor, but continued to get her eyes on the burning ball. Scarlette knew of Professor Lestrange’s reputation, people feared him, scurried away, but not Scarlette. She flirted with danger, and in her eyes there was nothing to fear about the man. From a young age, Scarlette was told that fear was not an emotion, was not to be felt and that she had to push it out, that was what she did, and until this day, she didn’t know what fear was.
TAGGED:: jackyy boy
WORDS:: let's just say nine nine six?!
LYRICS BY:: SEX ON FIRE - KINGS OF LEON
CREDIT TO:: RORA AT HOS