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Post by jrftmt on Nov 3, 2011 18:57:00 GMT -5
[/url] the backher maskDaphne was usually always fashionably late to all the pureblood parties she had ever been too. But standing in the girl's bathroom in her long, white gown she crossed her arms. She didn't have a "date." But she could give a (badwordthatstartswithanF) less. She never needed a man, not lately anyways. Sighing, she looked in the mirror again, applied another layer of lipgloss and ran her fingers through her long blond hair. She realized if she went to the ball now, not many people would be there. But she was bored waiting. Inhaling, as if to gather her wits, she left the bathroom then the Slytherin Common Room. Her heels click-clacked against the dungeon's stone floors as she slowly made her way to the Great Hall. And as she got closer to the ball, she could begin to hear the muffled chatter of people. Daphne rolled her eyes at the sound. She knew people she didn't want to see would be there, which was most of the school. Pushing the large double doors, she entered the Great Hall. It was decorated very nicely, she had to admit. And there wasn't very many people in the hall. She saw some gathered around the punch bowl, but Daph didn't even want to go near any of them. She then saw Draco... and Astoria off in some corner doing Merlin-knows-what. She rolled her eyes at the sight of them. Sure, Draco's girl fled and left him with a kid. But she knew better, Daph thought, her little sister; not so much. Sighing sharply, Daphne strode over to a small round table over to the side of the room and sat down.[/ul][/font]
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Post by Astoria Greengrass on Nov 3, 2011 20:20:05 GMT -5
Astoria blinked when the boy came out of nowhere. "Um..." She fumbled for a moment. "Hi." Her eyes moved to Draco for a moment with a question in her eyes. She felt a bit embarrassed and irritated. Still, she was polite until he asked if her sister had a boyfriend. Then she turned away from Draco and faced the boy. He was older than her by a year, but she had no trouble looking him in the eyes.
"I don't know," said Astoria. "I think it's Daphne's business whether she chooses to be with someone or not. Why don't you ask her?" She tried to size him up. It didn't matter in the end that she and Daphne were so different. She knew that her sister thought that she'd made mistakes and didn't understand the way the world worked, but they were still blood. She'd seen Daphne hurt and had been hurt herself. She wasn't planning on it happening again.
Astoria spoke clearly to the boy before turning back to Draco. "Although I must warn you, if she does say yes, don't treat her badly. I'll make sure you regret it if you do."
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Post by Severus Snape on Nov 3, 2011 21:49:51 GMT -5
"Thank you, Severus. You look really impressive". Sarah told him and Severus gave a small smile. "I did not know you were going to dress up as the ghost, Severus. This has been a coincidence that ... I liked it" She added. Severus knew that there could have been no way that she would have known that he was going to be coming to the event as the Phantom. Severus had kept that a secret from everyone. It was one of the few Muggle enjoyments he had and many would not understand it.
Severus did not pull away as Sarah took his arm but he did feel other eyes on him as well and looked up. "I do not favor the band nor the music." He replied in his soft voice. His eyes moved to Helen who was entering the Hall. His voice faded away when the vampire approached his daughter. When both Helen and the vampire looked at him, Severus stiffened slightly. They were talking about him.
When the vampire finally left and moved to the stage, Severus breathed a sigh of relief. Helen was focused on something else now and Severus followed her gaze to find Alexis watching him as well. Well not so much him as Sarah it seemed. It did not take very long for Severus to understand the situation. Here you had two teenagers, having never met. And their father whom was currently with a woman that was mother to neither of them. The situation did not look good.
"One moment." Severus asked of Sarah and then he stepped away from her. Severus moved to Helen first. He smiled down at the child slightly and then offered an arm to her. Severus eyes moved to the fool from town who stood against the wall. The gaze for the man clearly stated that it the man tried to interfere, Severus would kick his sorry carcass clear across the room. "You look lovely." He said to his daughter now. "Come Helen, I will not harm you. It is time for you to meet your sister. As well as a friend of mine." Once Helen was ready to move with him, Severus continued on with the girl and towards Alexis.
This did not draw much attention from anyone else really. Only a few people seemed curious. Severus came to Alexis now. He looked again at her costume. Severus' eyes darken slightly but the only comment he made towards her outfit was "We will speak of this tomorrow in my office." He glanced between his daughters now. "I am aware of the stress on this situation and I will be available to speak to both of you at any time. I only want you both to meet. To know of each other. Your relationship afterwards is what you make of it."
He motioned to the girl on his arm. "Alexis this is Helen." And then to Alexis. "Helen, your sister Alexis. I do know how difficult this is for you both. It is more so for myself. And I have one more person for you to meet."
He was their father and Though he did not have the best relationship at this point with either, Severus had no doubt that they were not exactly enthused with the fact that he was fond of another woman. This whole adjustment was easy for no one involved. Severus took Alexis' hand in his not quite trusting the girl not to fight him and then led both girls to Sarah. "Girls, please try to understand..." He started.
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Post by DRACO MALFOY on Nov 3, 2011 23:06:57 GMT -5
Her hand felt nice on his shoulder and Draco let her led the way to the table and then he dropped into a chair and gazed up at her with respect and kinds in his eyes. Such a pretty girl before him. all his. Having declared her loyalty to him numerous times. Draco had finally come around. He was about to speak to her when the male approached. Draco looked up at this male now a little surprised by the way he had approached them.
"Hello I'm Graham Montague. It's nice meeting you Draco I have a question and that is if I could become your friend and become a member of your gang? Also I have information about your friend Greg, I heard Alexis Snape and that Buckley chick talk about how Greg and Buckley kissed." Draco arched an eyebrow slowly. He said nothing. Why would he just walk up and try to start trouble like that. And how did he know who Draco was? ...Well everyone knew who Draco was...
"I don't have a gang." Draco finally said but the boy was not done. "I have also a question for you Astoria, does your sister has a boyfriend or could I possibly be her type and maybe ask her out?" Draco's head snapped towards Astoria. He knew her sister. A bit of a fireball. He wanted to laugh but tried to hold it in. Astoria's reply was quick and straight forward. Draco returned the nod and then watched as Graham headed towards Daphne. He turned in his seat not wanting to miss this.
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Post by slytheringal on Nov 4, 2011 17:38:23 GMT -5
Alexis watched as Graham, the boy she had gone to the Yule Ball with three years prior and had not really talked to much since then, go off and spot Daphne. She just looked towards Astoria and Draco, and just though to herself, This outta be fun to watch.
Alexis had decided to move over to one of the round tables that sat by the buffet table, just listening to the band and people watching. It was then when the student, whom she had never seen around before came over to her and introduced herself. She had been caught off guard, as she kept watching her father and Mrs. Hollander frequently. She also watched as Professor Cromwell kept a close eye on this student whom came to sit by Alexis as well, there was something unsettling in Alexis' stomach about his eye towards this girl.
"Hi Amata, I am Zoey Snape, but I go by my middle name Alexis, so you can call me Alexis or Zoey; your preference," she replied as she scooted her chair over so Amata also known as Tonks could sit down, "What house and year are you in?"
She thought this girl seemed alright but Alexis could not seem to think that she did seem familiar to her, but could not place it. When Alexis looked up to see someone else enter the Great Hall. This girl seemed very young, like third or fourth year, and shy. It was then, when she caught her looking at her father as well, but it really struck Alexis when she noticed herself, looking at the same person. Who was this girl? And why was she do intent at looking in her father's direction as well.
A few moments had passed when she saw her father walk over towards the young girl and eventually make his way, with the girl, towards where Alexis was sitting. Her first instinct was when her father gave her that dark look and say that they would talk about this tomorrow in his office. She had known it was about her costume, but she really didn't care for she wanted to wear what she wanted, but obviously her father had other thoughts about that.
She heard her father's words, He glanced between his daughters now. "I am aware of the stress on this situation and I will be available to speak to both of you at any time. I only want you both to meet. To know of each other. Your relationship afterwards is what you make of it."
He motioned to the girl on his arm. "Alexis this is Helen." And then to Alexis. "Helen, your sister Alexis. I do know how difficult this is for you both. It is more so for myself. And I have one more person for you to meet."
Alexis blinked and remained silent for a bit. A sister? How did she not know of this before. Was it from the same mother or different mothers? It had to be different. But Alexis had a sister, more like half-sister, but a sister none-the-less. Being older, she had a feeling that she would end up taking Helen under her wing and protecting her, but for right now, she was just trying to gasp the thought of having a sister. Then there was another person for them to meet.
As her father took Alexis' hand, thinking that Alexis would be the one to resist, she followed suit. Alexis had always been a daddy's girl; always wanting to be just like her father and when he paid that much attention to her as to take her hand, she loved the attention. It was a few seconds and Alexis and Helen were met with Sarah, Alexis looked from her father to Sarah, "Understand? Understand what?" Was this woman who stood before her, the doctor at Hogwarts, someone her father was in love with? This truly would either make Alexis happy or upset her a bit, but right now, she had mixed feelings about the woman.
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Post by jrftmt on Nov 5, 2011 15:31:15 GMT -5
[/b] She said with a slight rudeness to her voice as she continued to stare him down.[/font][/ul]
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Post by dracoblack on Nov 5, 2011 16:41:28 GMT -5
"Hello Daphne, I'm Graham Montague. You look lovely. I was wondering if you wanted to talk and if I may have a dance with you?" Graham said.
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Post by helen on Nov 5, 2011 19:06:09 GMT -5
When her father had started walking towards her, the immediate reaction she had had was to stiffen up, her face shutting down as she tried to stop her eyes from darting away nervously, looking at anyone but the masked figure making his way towards her. It was almost like a cloud had lifted - the strange aura of assiduity that the singer Lorcan had brought to her in the form of his attention, like she had been worthy of it somehow. She knew he was famous, and it had made her stand a little straighter, to demonstrate that she had been worthy of it. But now she was a frightened girl again, curling in on herself, her mind throwing up walls and walls and walls because this was her father he and permanent and he was not going away and she couldn't give him the opportunity to find her lacking or disobedient because he was all she had in terms of family. It was thanks to him that she was even here in the first place, and if she lost his favour, would she be sent away?
Her hands twisting nervously in the light fabric of her dress, Helen made herself look up as he approached. He was smiling at her, she could tell by the curve of his mouth that appeared where the mask didn't cover, but it didn't serve to ease the worry any. It was almost like smiling was alien to this man, her stranger-father. She almost wondered if he was doing it solely for her benefit or her comfort. It was a nice thought, and she entertained it for all of five seconds, before she caught him glaring at Balthazar, who merely raised his hands. This made her brow furrow and her mouth thin - she didn't like how her stranger-father treated her protector, even if he was a protector bound by magic sworn in an oath instead of complete choice. It shouldn't have mattered as much as it did, but her mother had always taught her to respect others, even if she didn't like them. She saw none of that in her stranger-father's eyes, and the hardness in Balthazar's indicated that he knew it as well. That was why, when he offered her his arm, she was hesitant to take it, biting her lip as she warred with herself inwardly. She found herself glancing subconsciously at Balthazar, who gave her a Look that clearly asked what she was waiting for. She could understand his worry - he was clearly not happy with the prospect of being blamed for this later - so after taking a deep breath she reached out and placed her small, porcelain-like hand on his arm, touch as light as a feather, like she was trying to minimize contact. She was, but let it be attributed to shyness.
Her steps felt heavy as she moved with him, having to remind herself forcibly to place one foot in front of the other so as to not trip up and tumble to the stone underneath the white shoes she wore, and she doubted it went unnoticed. When he complimented her, saying she looked lovely, the sudden words had almost been enough to stilt her robotic movements. Almost, but not quite. She responded with a quiet but deadpan "Thank you," as her mother would have wanted, but said nothing after that. The silence grew strained, and even more so when he decided to speak again, informing her of her... her sister and a friend.
Her sister. It was something she had entertained having all of her life, but had known to be impossible since she had the mental ability to comprehend things in general. A sister would have helped her pass the time when she was all alone in the house, or outside under the willow tree perched on a branch or swinging quietly on the tree. She would have been someone for Helen to talk to and joke with and share her secrets with (not that she had any, but just the idea of having a confident was intoxicating), and Helen had always regretted not having one. In fact, one of the only real fights she had ever had with her mother had been over this, Helen not understanding why her mother wouldn't even consider adoption never mind dating or marrying or having another baby. Now, however, she had the inklings of a why - of the elusive answer she had searched for since she had first plucked up the courage to ask. And part of her unfairly resented her stranger-father for it, and for the way he was telling her - so nonchalantly, like it should hardly matter at all; like she was expected to just stand there and take it and nod and agree. But that was what a good daughter did. So that is what she would do.
When she was introduced to Alexis she had found her mind dimming, the bright colours and sounds of the Great Hall fading away and muting themselves, the effect akin to pushing down the middle pedal on a grand piano - the damper pedal, she had heard it called once. It was the Dark Angel girl from earlier, the one in the black costume and the resentful expression; the girl who had also been staring at her stranger-father, and now Helen knew why. He was her father, too. Trying not to gape like a fish, she stared silently at the girl, the name Alexis Snape running rampantly through her head like the Latin chanting of monks she had once heard when her mother had brought her to the Vatican City. Part of her wanted to reach out and touch - to feel this strange girl, her sister whom she had never even known to exist, but that would be weird so... so she didn't. She stayed silent, staring at her, gaze heavy and dead and flat because she couldn't she couldn't think was too much.
The world, however, didn't seem to agree, and before she could even say hullo to her sister she was being turned towards another woman, the one dressed as Christine, and instantly she could feel her blood begin to boil, having to close her eyes as her hands clenched into fists at her sides, her breathing becoming shallow and irregular. Her vision once again started to spin, forming into a blood-red tunnel that ended on the form of the blonde woman, the... the...! Why is she here? Who is she? What is this? Her mind raced like a train, trying to form full sentences and coherent thoughts - anything she could think of to get her through this. She could feel more anger building up, but also a large sense of numbness that had also started invading her system. So this woman was her father's new... her lover? How many had he had? Her mind raced immediately back to the vampire, the words Lily Evans falling smoothly off his tonge like she held the secrets to all the known world. But what about her mum? Her mum, who had died protecting her and saving her and raising her. Right now, she hated this strange woman more than anyone she had ever hated. And she hadn't even found out her name.
Suddenly the black numbness became to great, and before she knew it she could feel her legs giving out from under her, sending her careening to the ground as the edges of her vision started to blacken as well, her body being drained of all its energy. Out of the corner of her eyes she could see the raven-man shaken from his bored-looking vigil, cutting through the crowd to try and reach them, his face even paler than normal. She could see the strange blonde woman next to her father, their outfits matching and their expressions expectant; she could see her sister, eyes shining, like a fallen angel come to reap her soul. It was too much. She was only fourteen. Mum, please, I need you.
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Post by lucifer on Nov 5, 2011 21:17:07 GMT -5
Lucifer had always loved balls and masquerades. There was just something about the colours that had intrigued him, th bold shades of crimson and golds, of silvers and greens, of bright blues and other various pigments turned into glorious fabrics as their owners spun around and around, their identities hidden from him by extravagant masks encrusted with jewels that glittered like the sun and moon, twinkling their mystery to him, becoming from behind the feathers that often accompanied them. Once he had pulled one of those masks off, his aunt gently reprimanding him as she had taken it back, but at five years old he had only reached for it again, chubby fists stretching out to try and grab the dark blue mask with its twinkling sapphires and black satin ribbons, the massive feather tickling his nose and causing him to sneeze. His heavily-pregnant aunt had merely laughed at that, her black eyes shining like the gems she had worn. Lucifer had felt uncomfortable being held by her, not liking her heavily rounded stomach, covered by the dark blue satin and silk of her masquerade dress, trimmed with the same black ribbon and lace as her mask, but when she had dangled the feather in front of him it had made him laugh again, reaching for it blindly and getting frustrated when he hadn't been quite able to catch it; however, the disappointment had been quickly washed away by the start of another dance, the music vibrating through the crowd, pulsing and beating in the form of an orchestra, with strings and a piano and more classical instruments. His aunt had laughed at his child-self, putting him gently down on the ground and shouting at him to enjoy himself while his icy mother stood nearby, watching with a cool but still approving eye as Lucifer had moved into the crowd, losing himself in a sea of dresses and colourful splendour, constantly aware of his mother and aunt's protective gazes, even when his mother in her traditional gown of Slytherin colours was spun onto the dance floor by their father, whose grin could be seen from behind his gold and crimson mask. His brother, Raphael, had merely watched him with annoyance from the sidelines, his thin tanned face pinched with disapproval. Even at nine Raphael had been like that, never able or willing to enjoy the simple times.
Lucifer sighed, taking a sip of his wine, eyes narrowed into cat-like slits as a smile stole across his face for a total of three seconds. He felt old here, though he was but twenty-six years of age, his mind lost to the ghostly memories of what once was and what had come to be, where magic had glimmered through carefully decorated rooms and enraptured everyone in a spidery web of secrets carefully hidden behind coy smiles and masked faces.
But masquerades had long since lost their magic to him now, their glamour and intrigue replaced with the sheer garishness of today's horrible renditions, where it was more about who could show as much skin. The glory had been lost only to be replaced with cheap novelty, and it was a loss he mourned greatly. His aunt would have as well, had she lived, and he wished absently for her presence, for her laughter and her bright, encouraging smiles. Her son certainly didn't seem to have inherited those. Lucifer couldn't even remember the last time Balthazar had smiled, his face closing off at such a young age as he privately mourned the loss of his mother, not letting anyone in. Masquerades had lost their allure for him so young, and Lucifer was left with naught but memories of swinging the other boy around in a circle as they danced and dances and hide, pretending no one could see them in their own masks and finely-tailored outfits.
It was more than just a pity, and Lucifer had tried for years to get his cousin to smile again, watching worriedly from five Hogwarts years above him as his cousin had only become more prudish and withdrawn, snubbing everyone's offers of friendship and withdrawing into what he knew best - studies and logic. He was like the Vulcans of that old TV show, Lucifer mused. And a prude to boot.
Placing his glass on the end of one of the black tables, Lucifer sought his cousin out in the crowded room, pinpointing his location against one of the walls of the area, his sharp black eyes - not soft like Lucifer remembered his aunt's being - taking in anything and everything, silently disapproving of the things that he saw. Of course, Balthazar would think this a waste of time. He practically exuded an aura that would ensure the people around him keep their distance, looking so generally unsociable that it was a wonder he hadn't been kicked out. Rolling his eyes, Lucifer adjusted the lapels of his jacket, trying not to sigh aloud. When Balthazar had called him demanding the favour he had once promised, Lucifer hadn't even hesitated before saying yes, and next thing he knew he'd been saddled with rooming with his prissy cousin who had somehow manage to swear an Unbreakable Vow to protect Snape's second daughter - really, that was just ridiculous - whose mother had just been killed. He had also managed to evoke the wrath of said headmaster, and Lucifer had winced at the mutual dislike in their eyes as they gazed at each other, each challenging and so totally male.
So it had surprised him when he looked up to see his cousin being approached by a tall man with hair the darkest shade of black he had ever seen. The man's skin was pale, his cheeks slightly hollow, with high cheekbones and a tall, slender body that moved with almost predatory grace. He wore all black, even his mask, which sparked with some unknown gemstone, but even from here Lucifer could see the two fangs in his mouth, and his interest was piqued when he realized who it was. Lorcan d'Eath, his mind humming in appreciation. Mm, I can see why he's as popular as he is with the witches... His brow raised a fraction as he noticed the singer engage his cousin in a wary conversation, and Lucifer was amused to note the incredulous and extremely freaked out expression Balthazar wore, especially upon noticing the man's fangs. Instead of giving up and turning away in disgust after what was no doubt a prissy, uptight comment, the singer - half-vampire, his mind remembered - merely laughed, purring something and drawing slightly closer. Lucifer watched in amusement as this continued for a few more seconds until the half-vampire suddenly glanced up, his face turning slightly mournful as he swept a low bow before withdrawing, vanishing through one of the side doors in the room.
That was just before the bedlam broke out, though, with Snape's daughter crumpling to the ground sending his cousin lauching from his spot against the wall, trying to reach the small group whilst Lucifer sprang into action himself, clearing away the crowd of students and making room for him.
"Well," he drawled when they got closer, "this masquerade isn't as boring as I thought it would be."
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Post by Severus Snape on Nov 6, 2011 0:07:56 GMT -5
"Understand? Understand what?" Alexis asked and Severus glanced at his dark haired daughter. Severus was not sure what to expect. These girls were important to him. The other youth in this school were eyesores. Severus protected them only because it was his job. He did not care what began of them or what the did once they left the school for holidays. They were nothing more than thorns in his side. But these girls, they were his blood. They were a part of him. Their opinions and views mattered even though he was not one to tell them as much.
Before him was a woman who had managed to find her way to his heart. Something he had kept locked away for some time. And yet, Sarah had found a way in. That frightened Severus. The feelings he was experiencing for this girl. It was something he had sworn he would never feel again. Too much had happened. There had been too much pain as it was.
Severus had no more time to think about any of this any further. On his other side, Helen grip suddenly was gone. He looked in time to she her body shut down. Severus was not quick enough to catch her before she landed on the floor but he was at her side on on knee within a second. She had feinted. He understood that. Severus slipped his arms under her and then lifted the girl into his arms as he stood. He was moving to the doors before the fool from town was arriving at the location of her feinting spell.
He wanted Sarah and Jean to come along but did not ask. They would have to make the decision on their own. This situation was something everyone was going to have to bear in their own way. Severus had no problems carrying the light teenager to the Hospital wing and Madme Promfrey was at the bedside as soon as Severus lay Helen on a bed. He stepped back and let the Doctor do what was needed.
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Post by Jewels Avery on Nov 6, 2011 13:26:15 GMT -5
She looked away from him when he started towards her. Jewels heart picked up beating heavily in her chest. Their first conversation had not gone very well. Jewles feared that he had not found her very interesting. Plenty of other males had however. She seemed to almost always have a little group following behind her. Jewles didn't mind.
But those were not the type on males she wanted to be associated with. They were the type that became drooling jealous and sometimes violent men. They were no interest to her. When he sat Jewles finally turned her head towards him. She watched with a slight smile as he took in her costume. "Find you way here easy enough?" He asked he and Jewels smile widened. "I am getting better." She told him. "A handsome tour guide and a better map works wonders."
A male she had never seen before approached now with a cup. He sat it down in front of her and then looked at her hopefully. Jewels glance up at the gift bringer and then smiled at him. "Thank you." She said the the boy blushed and stammered a bit before hurrying away. Jewles chuckled and then took a sip.
Jewels then looked back at Adrian. The band had started and she enjoyed the music. The lead singer was indeed cute. Speaking to Adrian she asked. "Are you going to ask me to dance?"
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Post by slytheringal on Nov 6, 2011 17:54:36 GMT -5
Alexis was still shocked to find out that she had a sister; she did not know what she was feeling right now. She had mixed feelings through the whole thing during the last couple minutes. She felt like those usual older siblings that wondered if they will be loved equally, but Alexis knew better; she knew that she would always be loved by her father, but, for some reason, she felt like this. As she turned her attention to Sarah, she thought to herself, 'This woman? Does she love him? Will she try to be a mother-figure to us? I am trying to put all these thoughts together but everything is so scrambled.'
Alexis was so wrapped up in thoughts that she had failed to notice Helen going down to the floor; only caught a glimpse of it and before she knew it, her father was carrying Helen out of the Great Hall and in the direction of the Hospital Wing. That was it, Alexis had had enough of the dance. She was not really in the mood to dance anymore, and she just wanted to go somewhere to clear her thoughts, or perhaps see what trouble she could get into, but rather most to clear her thoughts. Hoping no one would follow her, she left the Great Hall just minutes after her father did and headed towards the towers. The Astronomy tower? That always, to Alexis, seemed to be the best place to be alone. It was quiet and far up the castle, out of the way, that no one was sure to bother her; especially with it getting dark out when most students leaving the ball would be heading back to their respectable dorms, but not Alexis, for she did not care right now if she made it back to the dorm well past midnight.
She reached the towers and then just took a seat on the window sill, looking down below her and up at the night sky, full of stars. 'What am I to do now? Am I just supposed to accept this girl into my life, protect her from harm? Am I alone? I feel alone, like all the attention is waived over to her. Right now, I hate her.'
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Post by jrftmt on Nov 7, 2011 11:21:05 GMT -5
[/b][/i] Daphne heard the boy who interupted her inner peace. She bursted out laughing; a gut-churning, gut-wrenching, gut-holding laughter. Who talked like this? Obviously Graham Montague. Daphne wasn't sure what the hell to say back. As she placed a hand over her heart, she calmed herself down and wiped a single tear from her eye. He was still standing there and Daphne now felt a little awkward. She recrossed her arms and glanced away from his face now. Curtly huffing out, she looked back to him. "I'm sorry, I don't dance." She lied and looked away again. She knew that it was rude, but hey. This is Daphne Guinevere Greengrass we're talking about here...[/ul][/font]
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Post by dracoblack on Nov 7, 2011 16:41:23 GMT -5
Graham nodded and walked away he turned to walk to Alexis when he noticed that she was gone. He went to the astronomy tower since he new she would probably be there since she wasn't in the Great Hall. "Hey, what are you doing"? Graham asked when he saw Alexis looking out the window.
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Post by sarah on Nov 13, 2011 19:52:54 GMT -5
She did not understand was what was happening there and had only been happy with Severus minutes earlier, at his side, talking to him, seeing the beautifully decorated room surely for Filius. Those moments of happiness disappeared when Snape approached two youths. Sarah followed him and surprised when he heard what he said, she became pale as wax, her eyes reddened when he heard that he was the father of those young women that they were killing her with their look, finding them to were also sisters. They did not know?. They did not know they were sisters?. Now they were asking for explanations and explanations to her father who she was.
Sarah saw the body of one of his daughters fell. She was petrified and could not move from where it was. Thought she was giving Snape many problems, he should have been honest!, He should have told the truth. Surely his daughters wanted her to be crushed by a troll.
Snape took his daughter from the ground, took her in his arms and he had not even said anything! . Sarah felt the heart in her mouth, picked up the skirt of her dress and left the room walking among the guests zig zag and without looking back.
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