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Angie · 09-24-2008, 08:52 PM

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Originally Posted by All That Jazz

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.

Forest green eyes wandered all around the Ravenclaw table. The place was starting to fill up rather quickly, and to Willow's dismay, even more males kept arriving. Spectacular, sarcastically the girl thought. Delicately, the fourteen year old shuddered once her eyes noticed how proper --please note the sarcasm-- the table manners of most of the people on the table were. Well, how charming. Not. The looked like beasts rather than human teenagers. Then again, weren't teenagers animal-like sometimes? Definitely. Males, especially. And the girls with all their pointless drama, too, of course.

Absentmindedly, her pale and slender hand reached for one the goblet, and poured pumpkin juice on it with one swift movement. Snaking her fingers and hand around it, the girl raised it for it to meet with her mouth, when someone interrupted her.

Dark brows pulled together automatically at this --something she'd picked up from her father, whenever someone interrupted his meals. People did not interrupted Willow while eating. Unless it was a friend, of course, and the girl was sure that whoever had interrupted her was not a friend, for the voice did not sound familiar. Smoothing her expression before putting down the goblet, looked up the girl, and found a very unfamiliar pair of coffee eyes staring down at her. Certainly, this person--girl, was not someone she knew, let alone a friend.

Tilting her head to the side, Willow allowed one of her eyebrows to raised delicately at the unknown girl rant about saving the planet. If Sltytherins did not care about the planet it wasn't her problem, of course. And to be perfectly honest, this did not surprise; the girl had met quite a few Slytherins that the only thing that seemed to matter to them were themselves.

"Well, that's a shame," answered Willow simply. "Saving the world is everyone's duty, and it is a shame that your fellow Slytherins don't care about it." Finished the girl with a light shrug. A little hypocrite, Willow was being, because very rarely the issue of saving the planet crossed her mind. But there was no need for this stranger to know that. "And not, I'm afraid I'm not done with this."

09-24-2008, 08:52 PM	#142 (permalink)
Angie DoM Veela Join Date: Sep 2007 Location: Themyscira Posts: 37,610 Hogwarts RPG Name: Nerissa M. Tate Sixth Year x8	Wowza! Quote: Originally Posted by All That Jazz 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. Forest green eyes wandered all around the Ravenclaw table. The place was starting to fill up rather quickly, and to Willow's dismay, even more males kept arriving. Spectacular, sarcastically the girl thought. Delicately, the fourteen year old shuddered once her eyes noticed how proper --please note the sarcasm-- the table manners of most of the people on the table were. Well, how charming. Not. The looked like beasts rather than human teenagers. Then again, weren't teenagers animal-like sometimes? Definitely. Males, especially. And the girls with all their pointless drama, too, of course. Absentmindedly, her pale and slender hand reached for one the goblet, and poured pumpkin juice on it with one swift movement. Snaking her fingers and hand around it, the girl raised it for it to meet with her mouth, when someone interrupted her. Dark brows pulled together automatically at this --something she'd picked up from her father, whenever someone interrupted his meals. People did not interrupted Willow while eating. Unless it was a friend, of course, and the girl was sure that whoever had interrupted her was not a friend, for the voice did not sound familiar. Smoothing her expression before putting down the goblet, looked up the girl, and found a very unfamiliar pair of coffee eyes staring down at her. Certainly, this person--girl, was not someone she knew, let alone a friend. Tilting her head to the side, Willow allowed one of her eyebrows to raised delicately at the unknown girl rant about saving the planet. If Sltytherins did not care about the planet it wasn't her problem, of course. And to be perfectly honest, this did not surprise; the girl had met quite a few Slytherins that the only thing that seemed to matter to them were themselves. "Well, that's a shame," answered Willow simply. "Saving the world is everyone's duty, and it is a shame that your fellow Slytherins don't care about it." Finished the girl with a light shrug. A little hypocrite, Willow was being, because very rarely the issue of saving the planet crossed her mind. But there was no need for this stranger to know that. "And not, I'm afraid I'm not done with this." __________________