09-02-2011, 10:20 PM
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MO Crup
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Hogwarts RPG Name: Elliott Patterson First Year | Quote:
Originally Posted by dracosgurl Maria smiled. "I'll introduce myself properly" she said. "My name is Maria Catalina Alexandria Charday-Ferguson. My mother is Catarina Charday, a well known Italian actress, my father, Jacob, is a sculptor, my aunt-slash-stepmother is a world-known painter, Willow Charday, and my cousin-slash-stepsister, Adrianna Charday, inherited Ravenswood Wildlife Preserve" she said, for once keeping her tone polite, not bitter when she said her mother and father's names. Lorelai raised her eyebrows when Maria went through her family. Ooookay then. Why did she need to know that? She listened anyway. Or at least part listened. The rest was thinking about what colour to paint her nails and how much glitter she should use in her bronzer tomorrow. That seemed to be all that filled her mind. Apart from world domination and proving that she was the one people should look up to. Yeah, she was going to have fun at Hogwarts. It should've been interesting to see how many people actually tried to make themselves seem better than her. In her mind, no one was. Except maybe her mother. A struggling musician? Lorelai was going to do a lot better than her failing mother in that department. She thought she was a WAY better singer. Her voice was younger. She wasn't as experienced but still.
Was Maria done yet? Ah. Yes she was. "Your mother's name rings a bell but I'm more into the music scene. So if you know anyone who's made it, let me know. My mother could do with some tips" she replied. Well that didn't sound very polite at all. She had just been given Maria's family history which she was blatantly un-interested in. She sighed and took her nail file out and filed her nails. "So, what genre does your mum specialise in?" she asked. She'd better seem just a little interested. She didn't want to offend the girl on the first meeting. Now that would just be against all morals and that would simply be no good. No good at all.
__________________ I'm gonna swing from the chandelier, from the chandelier;
I'm gonna live like tomorrow doesn't exist I'm gonna fly like a bird through the night, feel my tears as they dry;
I'm gonna swing from the chandelier, from the chandelier |
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