Post by KateEmma on Mar 11, 2007 17:34:20 GMT -5
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OOC Name: Kate-Emma (but will create signature under name of Saskia)
Character Name: Saskia Wood
Gender: Female
Year: Sophomore? Maybe. If not, will take Freshman.
Age: 20
Major: being one myself i'd have to say Advertising
Sample: (recycled Bellatrix Black post)
Her hair was black. Her eyes were black. Her heart was black. But, more important than anything else, her name was Black. And for a Slytherin inside and out, that meant more than life itself for Bellatrix Black.
Bella twirled her snake-laced brush in her hand as she stared at her reflection in the mirror. It was a little after 6am but still rather dark in the dungeon bathrooms, the sun not making it in until about half-past. But Bella liked the dark and had very little to do to make herself look gorgeous anyway, so there was no real need for the light.
By candlelight she applied mascara and black eyeliner then brushed her long black hair straight. She pushed it back behind her ear and smiled softly at herself.
Bella knew she was beautiful, all the Black women were, but for some reason Bella was still alone in the world.
Even though she had everything, and wanted nothing more than power and glory, Bella was still a 16-year-old girl and just to have a guy look at her twice would’ve been good enough. But no, there was nothing.
Of course Narcissa had life all wrapped up in a neat little package!
Bella frowned. She knew she shouldn’t envy her sister, envy was what weak people did, but she couldn’t help it.
Narcissa had someone, and not just someone, but one of the smartest and most popular men in Slytherin, Lucius Malfoy. Bella had no interest in Lucius, but she did have an interest in guys in general.
Of course, she drew the line in certain places. She couldn’t ever date a non-Slytherin, or a younger guy, or a non-pureblood (suprisingly there were a few in Slytherin) and she also drew the line at that Lestrange boy.
She couldn’t stand him, having had far too many run-ins with the boy in the hall and common room. He had airs and graces about him that Bella could not stand. And he thought Bella far below him just for the fact that she was a woman.
Never, ever would be befriend that jerk. Never!
Bella shook the thoughts from her head and glanced up at the window as she noticed the sun starting to stream through the windows. Blowing out the candle Bella picked up her brush and other things and headed back to her room.
She needed breakfast!
She should have guessed, with her life, that not even an early breakfast would be trouble-free.
Bella had recently become very sick of the constant jeers and leers she received at the normal breakfast time from her annoying (and traitor) cousin Sirius, and this morning she’d decided that she was rather sick of eating her breakfast too fast (it wasn’t good for her digestion) and was now going to get up early for the early breakfast shift. She heard from Regulus, her better cousin, that the food was nicer at that time of the day anyway.
The only downside was that it meant getting out of bed at 6am instead of her usual 7am.
But, at least, she could eat breakfast in peace with her cousin. Not even perfect Narcissa would be out of bed this early to talk rubbish at her.
Of course, Bella had been wrong.
A peaceful breakfast would not happen. A peaceful life was not destined to be hers.
She could sense trouble the moment she entered the hall, head held high as she passed a group of terrified 1st-year Hufflepuffs. She could almost smell conflict in the air.
It was then that she spotted Regulus sitting at the other end of the long Slytherin table and she started towards him. Halfway down though she stopped. Regulus wasn’t alone. No, rather to the contrary, he was with HIM! Rodolphus Lestrange.
But she was a Black, and Blacks stood up against those they did not like and showed them that they were better than any other family in the wizarding world. So Bella joined her cousin, ignoring Rodolphus’ cold looks as she sat down across from the boys. After a brief second of him staring at the top of her head, Bella sensed Rodolphus had looked away and soon the boys had resumed their conversation.
Bella glanced up at Rodolphus as she grabbed a piece of toast from the platter in the middle of the table. She would never ignore the fact that, for a boring and ignorant misogynist, Rodolphus was one of the better-looking men in the Slytherin house. And, naturally, he was a pureblood. Regulus had standards and he only talked to purebloods. Unlike his brother. But Rodolphus was also a jerk, the only word that would adequately describe her dislike for him without entering the curse word stage, and seemed to have it in his head that a woman’s place in the Dark Arts was only to create the next generation of powerful wizards. Bella knew in her heart that one day she’d be a very powerful witch, the kind everyone would fear. She could see the posters asking for rewards of thousands of Galleons for her capture… dead or alive! And she wouldn’t need a man to achieve that. In fact, she knew, she’d be more feared than any man that served alongside her would.
Bella smiled softly to herself as she sat buttering her toast. She stopped when she noticed Rodolphus’ eyes on her. She glanced up at him. “What?” She spat at him.
He said nothing but turned back to Regulus.
Bella gave him a cold sneer than picked up her plate and moved further down the table. She thought she could do it, sit there with him and pretend to have some normal relationship with him, but she couldn’t. She simply couldn’t imagine feeling anything but dislike for Rodolphus Lestrange!
OOC Name: Kate-Emma (but will create signature under name of Saskia)
Character Name: Saskia Wood
Gender: Female
Year: Sophomore? Maybe. If not, will take Freshman.
Age: 20
Major: being one myself i'd have to say Advertising
Sample: (recycled Bellatrix Black post)
Her hair was black. Her eyes were black. Her heart was black. But, more important than anything else, her name was Black. And for a Slytherin inside and out, that meant more than life itself for Bellatrix Black.
Bella twirled her snake-laced brush in her hand as she stared at her reflection in the mirror. It was a little after 6am but still rather dark in the dungeon bathrooms, the sun not making it in until about half-past. But Bella liked the dark and had very little to do to make herself look gorgeous anyway, so there was no real need for the light.
By candlelight she applied mascara and black eyeliner then brushed her long black hair straight. She pushed it back behind her ear and smiled softly at herself.
Bella knew she was beautiful, all the Black women were, but for some reason Bella was still alone in the world.
Even though she had everything, and wanted nothing more than power and glory, Bella was still a 16-year-old girl and just to have a guy look at her twice would’ve been good enough. But no, there was nothing.
Of course Narcissa had life all wrapped up in a neat little package!
Bella frowned. She knew she shouldn’t envy her sister, envy was what weak people did, but she couldn’t help it.
Narcissa had someone, and not just someone, but one of the smartest and most popular men in Slytherin, Lucius Malfoy. Bella had no interest in Lucius, but she did have an interest in guys in general.
Of course, she drew the line in certain places. She couldn’t ever date a non-Slytherin, or a younger guy, or a non-pureblood (suprisingly there were a few in Slytherin) and she also drew the line at that Lestrange boy.
She couldn’t stand him, having had far too many run-ins with the boy in the hall and common room. He had airs and graces about him that Bella could not stand. And he thought Bella far below him just for the fact that she was a woman.
Never, ever would be befriend that jerk. Never!
Bella shook the thoughts from her head and glanced up at the window as she noticed the sun starting to stream through the windows. Blowing out the candle Bella picked up her brush and other things and headed back to her room.
She needed breakfast!
She should have guessed, with her life, that not even an early breakfast would be trouble-free.
Bella had recently become very sick of the constant jeers and leers she received at the normal breakfast time from her annoying (and traitor) cousin Sirius, and this morning she’d decided that she was rather sick of eating her breakfast too fast (it wasn’t good for her digestion) and was now going to get up early for the early breakfast shift. She heard from Regulus, her better cousin, that the food was nicer at that time of the day anyway.
The only downside was that it meant getting out of bed at 6am instead of her usual 7am.
But, at least, she could eat breakfast in peace with her cousin. Not even perfect Narcissa would be out of bed this early to talk rubbish at her.
Of course, Bella had been wrong.
A peaceful breakfast would not happen. A peaceful life was not destined to be hers.
She could sense trouble the moment she entered the hall, head held high as she passed a group of terrified 1st-year Hufflepuffs. She could almost smell conflict in the air.
It was then that she spotted Regulus sitting at the other end of the long Slytherin table and she started towards him. Halfway down though she stopped. Regulus wasn’t alone. No, rather to the contrary, he was with HIM! Rodolphus Lestrange.
But she was a Black, and Blacks stood up against those they did not like and showed them that they were better than any other family in the wizarding world. So Bella joined her cousin, ignoring Rodolphus’ cold looks as she sat down across from the boys. After a brief second of him staring at the top of her head, Bella sensed Rodolphus had looked away and soon the boys had resumed their conversation.
Bella glanced up at Rodolphus as she grabbed a piece of toast from the platter in the middle of the table. She would never ignore the fact that, for a boring and ignorant misogynist, Rodolphus was one of the better-looking men in the Slytherin house. And, naturally, he was a pureblood. Regulus had standards and he only talked to purebloods. Unlike his brother. But Rodolphus was also a jerk, the only word that would adequately describe her dislike for him without entering the curse word stage, and seemed to have it in his head that a woman’s place in the Dark Arts was only to create the next generation of powerful wizards. Bella knew in her heart that one day she’d be a very powerful witch, the kind everyone would fear. She could see the posters asking for rewards of thousands of Galleons for her capture… dead or alive! And she wouldn’t need a man to achieve that. In fact, she knew, she’d be more feared than any man that served alongside her would.
Bella smiled softly to herself as she sat buttering her toast. She stopped when she noticed Rodolphus’ eyes on her. She glanced up at him. “What?” She spat at him.
He said nothing but turned back to Regulus.
Bella gave him a cold sneer than picked up her plate and moved further down the table. She thought she could do it, sit there with him and pretend to have some normal relationship with him, but she couldn’t. She simply couldn’t imagine feeling anything but dislike for Rodolphus Lestrange!
