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Les Mots · 09-24-2008, 08:24 PM

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Originally Posted by Oesed

Though the fourteen year old already knew that they would be returning to Hogwarts, and not to that horrid place they were forced to refer as Belle's, in a very corner of Willow's mind, the girl had been slightly scared that for some random reason, they would all end up on going to Belle's again. Perhaps it was silly, but after having spent an entire school year stuck with annoying girls and their crazy hormones, Willow definitely didn't want to go back to Belle's. Or any place that she could potentially end up stuck with only females, for that matter.

Of another thing Willow was sure, though; she was not entirely fond of the male population, either. Needless to say, the moment her forest green eyes spotted the amount of males sitting on the Ravenclaw table, an automatic sigh escaped from her.

Well--at least boys' natural odd behaviour and occasional strange smell balanced all the drama that girls produced half of the time. At least that's how it had been before, and Willow dearly hoped it had not changed, for the fourth year very much doubted that she would be able to keep sane if things were any different that they had been. Of course that if she ended up losing her mind due to all the drama, she would definitely drag someone else to insanity with her, as well. No way she was going down alone.

But, why was she thinking this? The term had roughly started, after all.

Brushing her bangs out of her face with one swift movement, the girl took seat not very close to the males, but not exactly far away either, before grabbing a plate, and help herself with some food. She was pretty hungry, now she thought about it.

Where were her friends, though? Sabrina, Saylie, Issy, Eleanor.. Well, Eleanor was most likely in the Slytherin Table by now, and the other three Willow had lost through the sea of people once they had arrived to school.

Celebration! Tre bien! Hogwarts. Sweet, sweet Hogwarts! Lola Demesne floated into the Great Hall, uplifted by the Hogwartsy atmosphere of embarrassingly corny good feeling and the mystique. That je ne sais quoi that made her want to don a beret and snap her fingers the halos of those Muggle contraptions...oh what were they...smoke machines! A little smile lifted the corners of Lola's mouth as she swooped from place to place, glittering with greetings, dark glares, and the like. "Hello, lovelies!" she chirped cheerfully, coquettishly twirling on her heel and bouncing through the aisle, catwalk style. She was back in her formal regalia. No longer would she condemn the Great Hall to mediocrity. Eyes meeting the ceiling with a pungent feeling of change, Lola launched into a solemn whisper, "Hogwarts, darling Hogwarts. I waited and counted the days in that Merlin-forsaken school. Finally." Her little hand floated to her chest, curls floating over her face as she inhaled the moment, ingested the distinct aroma.
It smelled meaty.
Lola's little nose wrinkled daintily and she straightened, shadowing the Slytherins at first. Moments later, she back in the center of the tables. She sighed, plaintively. The centerpoint of uncertainty. Where is that one vegetarian dish? Fritters, as much as I love Hogwarts, I do wish they'd cater to a more eco-friendly group. Swaying for several moments, indecisive with her course, Lola waited. For what was uncertain. Perhaps, now that the boys were back, she expected chivalry. Some dashing young lad would sweep over and demand in outrage why that pout was on her cupid's bow.
"I'm not Cinderella," she scoffed, artfully creating her own drama. Lola lauched into a bossy walk, the Ravenclaw table reflecting in her coffee stain eyes. "Excuse me, are you finished with that vegetable stew? I swear, the Slytherins wouldn't bother to consider saving the planet---even when we are green?" she lamented to a nearby girl who was closest to the delectable dish.
Neither did the number of males at the table go unnoticed. The smell of that delectable lawn party cologne wafted around Lola's nostrils, creating an almost swoon.
Her legs twitched discreetely, mind itching for the girl's response.

09-24-2008, 08:24 PM	#133 (permalink)
Les Mots Dumbledore's Gargoyle Mooncalf Join Date: Aug 2006 Location: Small-Town, USA Posts: 6,682	Foreign Intrigue Quote: Originally Posted by Oesed Though the fourteen year old already knew that they would be returning to Hogwarts, and not to that horrid place they were forced to refer as Belle's, in a very corner of Willow's mind, the girl had been slightly scared that for some random reason, they would all end up on going to Belle's again. Perhaps it was silly, but after having spent an entire school year stuck with annoying girls and their crazy hormones, Willow definitely didn't want to go back to Belle's. Or any place that she could potentially end up stuck with only females, for that matter. Of another thing Willow was sure, though; she was not entirely fond of the male population, either. Needless to say, the moment her forest green eyes spotted the amount of males sitting on the Ravenclaw table, an automatic sigh escaped from her. Well--at least boys' natural odd behaviour and occasional strange smell balanced all the drama that girls produced half of the time. At least that's how it had been before, and Willow dearly hoped it had not changed, for the fourth year very much doubted that she would be able to keep sane if things were any different that they had been. Of course that if she ended up losing her mind due to all the drama, she would definitely drag someone else to insanity with her, as well. No way she was going down alone. But, why was she thinking this? The term had roughly started, after all. Brushing her bangs out of her face with one swift movement, the girl took seat not very close to the males, but not exactly far away either, before grabbing a plate, and help herself with some food. She was pretty hungry, now she thought about it. Where were her friends, though? Sabrina, Saylie, Issy, Eleanor.. Well, Eleanor was most likely in the Slytherin Table by now, and the other three Willow had lost through the sea of people once they had arrived to school. Celebration! Tre bien! Hogwarts. Sweet, sweet Hogwarts! Lola Demesne floated into the Great Hall, uplifted by the Hogwartsy atmosphere of embarrassingly corny good feeling and the mystique. That je ne sais quoi that made her want to don a beret and snap her fingers the halos of those Muggle contraptions...oh what were they...smoke machines! A little smile lifted the corners of Lola's mouth as she swooped from place to place, glittering with greetings, dark glares, and the like. "Hello, lovelies!" she chirped cheerfully, coquettishly twirling on her heel and bouncing through the aisle, catwalk style. She was back in her formal regalia. No longer would she condemn the Great Hall to mediocrity. Eyes meeting the ceiling with a pungent feeling of change, Lola launched into a solemn whisper, "Hogwarts, darling Hogwarts. I waited and counted the days in that Merlin-forsaken school. Finally." Her little hand floated to her chest, curls floating over her face as she inhaled the moment, ingested the distinct aroma. It smelled meaty. Lola's little nose wrinkled daintily and she straightened, shadowing the Slytherins at first. Moments later, she back in the center of the tables. She sighed, plaintively. The centerpoint of uncertainty. Where is that one vegetarian dish? Fritters, as much as I love Hogwarts, I do wish they'd cater to a more eco-friendly group. Swaying for several moments, indecisive with her course, Lola waited. For what was uncertain. Perhaps, now that the boys were back, she expected chivalry. Some dashing young lad would sweep over and demand in outrage why that pout was on her cupid's bow. "I'm not Cinderella," she scoffed, artfully creating her own drama. Lola lauched into a bossy walk, the Ravenclaw table reflecting in her coffee stain eyes. "Excuse me, are you finished with that vegetable stew? I swear, the Slytherins wouldn't bother to consider saving the planet---even when we are green?" she lamented to a nearby girl who was closest to the delectable dish. Neither did the number of males at the table go unnoticed. The smell of that delectable lawn party cologne wafted around Lola's nostrils, creating an almost swoon. Her legs twitched discreetely, mind itching for the girl's response. __________________ what's the worst thing that could happen? you've got to take the chance. everyone will tell you not to/but no one understands. D o n' t D i e W o n d e r i n g silly little charmer/with that sparkle in your eye seize your hope and kiss them all goodbye.