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| Béte Sexy; <Tag Elisethe, but open> | |
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| Ersebet Dorjan | Sep 1 2004, 11:44 PM Post #1 |
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Witch
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Ersebet felt brilliant. She now knew one phrase in French. Béte Sexy. Or as most english speaking students would say: Sexy Beast. Err, well, anyone who fancied using that term, she supposed. Just wandering aimlessly around the halls she'd overheard some young Ravenclaw chit use it, and found it thoroughly amusing. Now she was determined to say it to the first person who came up to her-- which, in this empty room, seemed unlikely. Maybe that was a good thing. She was content there. Nothing but some chairs and the lone desk that she happened to be sitting on to keep her company. Unless you counted the parchment to her side. For her own entertainment, she'd magicked several rolls into variying colours, then ripped off peices, folded them into whatever random form cam to mind, threw them into the air, and with her wand, set them ablaze. Something about the falling gray ash was strangely funny, but then she always did have an odd sense of humor. Little balls of flaming parchment were flying about the classroom like a half-arsed meteor shower, and this cheep parlor trick she'd picked up a few years back proved enough to keep the easily pleased Slytherin entertained. Granted, she only had minutes left before she abandoned it altogether. While it was amusing, it got old after a short period of time. Well, that was until she heard the door open. The fun she could have messing around with her new guest if one just happened to 'accidentaly' get stuck in their hair... |
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| Elisethe Cykei | Sep 2 2004, 12:01 AM Post #2 |
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7th Year
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Elisethe walked down the near silent hallway, the only things breaking the silence were the whistles of wind coming through the windows and the soft crackles of the fire torches. A yawn escaped her lips just as she'd turned the corner and found the door to the room she'd been looking for. A room usually abandoned because of the fact that it's usual inhabitants were of the dead. Ghosts, of course... its not like tons of vampires would usually just go romping around the corridors shouting their identities... No. Not at a time like this, with Lord Voldemort at the rise. Heh... Funny how her thoughts could be linked from one subject to another absolutely off topic one... A hand wraped around the knob of the door and pushed it forward with a creak. Good. The room was empty. Quickly she slipped in, turned around, and closed the door as softly as she could, as not to attract any others. |
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