|
|
Post by SVANHILD ELISABET KRON on Jan 6, 2012 16:05:40 GMT -5
Esben had now developed an appetite for muffins since he had batted the one out of Toby’s mouth. Chocolate for his favorite, however, Svahild wasn’t sure if cats could properly digest the coca plant product. He had to settle for blueberry instead, which she pocketed after breakfast and went as far to venture to the kitchen in the middle of night to retrieve the treats. If she didn’t present the menace with at least one muffin a day then he would go rampant, sinking his claws into the first victim his eyes laid sight on. Rages of Esben didn’t bother Swannie, she rather liked to watch the scene unfold into complete chaos, but her housemates threatened to report the feline if she didn’t take stern actions. She wasn’t upset, only slightly disgruntled that they would threaten her with authority. Yet she folded, going to the Care of Magical Creatures professor to request that he give her a durable collar for her furry feline. Spit and claws were aimed at Svanhild but she clicked the collar securely on the cat, hooking a leash onto it in a dramatic show that she could handle the cat, which everyone suspected by now was part kneazle. Svnahold had nothing to say, only wanted to have eyes directed away from her and her degranged cat. A cat on a leash became common in the Hufflepuff house, quieting things to the normal din of nothingness.
On a walk with Esben was how Svanhild figured she would spend her Wednesday evening. Lessons had been completed earlier in the day, registering to her as nothing but a nuisance. School work only drove Svanhild to rush and scribble out answers in hopes she would have a free evening. Her frame coming to a total of a little over five feet, maybe an inch or two, could have easily been mistaken for a third or fourth year. She took no offense, rather pleased with the misconceptions that the students so easily formed about the new transfer of the castle. Quickly she had come to see that the bulk of the castle was ignorant, basing all of their opinions over what they come to see as normalcy. Normal rarely existed, especially when glancing at the girl who had a demon stare. Meekness was only a thin cover that she wore, easily to be torn off if rage and mercilessness needed to take the reigns. But with her hand loosely looped in the leash she was no more than the fifth year Huffelpuff girl, wandering with her cat on a leash down a random corridor. Let the foolish children think what they wanted, none of them played a role of importance in her life. Only if they knew something of the minister or his close allies did they come to be an actual contender in her games.
|
|
|
|
Post by scorpy on Jan 8, 2012 17:23:48 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r71/maggiesrpstuff/BACKGROUNDS/ea5ncojpg.png); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30; -moz-border-radius: 35 35 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 35 35 35 35;]hi » JUST A DREAM. Scorpius had just gotten back from an intense quidditch practice. It was freezing cold out, but he had covered up and had brought the appropriate materials. He had practiced for what seemed like hours. Literally, nobody else had been out there. The wind was terrible, but luckily enough, the snow wasn't falling too much. Scorpius had almost fallen off of his broom a few times, because of the wind, but he had managed to stay alive. The fourth time it happened, he decided to call it a night and go back inside. So now, he was headed down to the kitchen to get some hot chocolate, or something else to warm him up. Though he had done some warming spells and covered up while he was playing, he was still freezing by the end of it all. Scorpius didn't want to get sick, after all, and some hot chocolate from the house-elves would certainly make him feel better.
Scorpius strolled down the stairs and through the random corridors, with a broom in one of his hands, and a bunch of other quidditch stuff in a magical bag that would hold it all without making him fall over. His cheeks were flushed, he had a hat on his messed up hair, and his hands were full. It was quite a site, really. He was only lucky that not many other people were in the corridors, or else he probably would have hit a whole bunch of people. Scorpius dropped his stuff a few times, to the point where he decided that he was going to head to the common room before actually going down to the kitchen. But, while he was on his way, he say a strange sight.
There was a blonde, walking her... cat. In the corridors of the school. Wow. Scorpius had never seen anything like that. Who walked their... cat inside a school? His brain was having a hard time wrapping itself around the whole process. Once he got closer to her, he realized who it was. It was that Swan girl that was trying to climb a pillar that one time he was practicing. Of course it was her. Who else would do that? After all, the Swan girl (at least the last time Scorpius had seen her), had been trying to climb a pillar instead of sitting in the stands. "Hey, Swan girl, what are you doing?" Scorpius called out to her, as he approached her. He knew very well what she appeared to be doing, but he was hoping that maybe the way she worded it made it seem more rational.
swan/lacie, 435 words, sorry my reply sucks
|
[/td][/tr][/table] THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY WILMETTA OF CAUTION. [/center] |
|
|
|
Post by SVANHILD ELISABET KRON on Jan 8, 2012 19:10:20 GMT -5
Scorpius' presence had been made known to Svanhild before he had even laid eyes on the petite girl with her hand clasping Esben's leash tightly. No, she did not have supernatural hearing or had magicked her ears to give her an advantage on others who were also prowling. From early on in her life Swan had been taught to rely on her ears before she trusted her eyes, giving her a better handle over exactly what sorts of sounds she took notice of. The boy, who it looked like he had just finished off a practice at the pitch, also was not being the quietest with his hands full.
But when the sight finally did come before Svanhild's eyes she had to immediately rush to calm her features, which by nature wanted to break out into a widened smile. Emotions, she had been taught, gave away more than words could, and she should avoid them at all times. This place was different, an environment that had varying moods with a potency she found impossible to ignore. No amount of training and discipline could have ever prepared Svanhild Kron for reality.
Scorpius was one of the few who actually sparked her intrigue, falling under the same category that Tobias Button had floated into unknowingly. His self assurance, which was rather laughable in her eyes, paired with his ignorance towards her true roots gave him a shimmering appeal. In the mine that was full of nothing but coal Scorpius presented himself as a diamond that Svanhild had to dig deep to discover. Nothing about him was overly captivating, just the entertainment that he provided gave Swan the desire to sit herself in company. Slytherins caught her eye more than any of the other houses, even her own house. Not in all of them, but in most she could sinister and malicious roots that reached down to their very core. That was the type that she felt the most home around, meshing easily with their ruthlessness and hearts of steel.
Her hand waved around the leather leash when Scorpius came closer, offering the gesture as an explanation to his inquiry. "I'm walking Esben, obviously. He is wild and needs a leash," she said matter-of-factly, scrunching her nose at how rehearsed she sounded. The house head had the same quote and she was only repeating. Curiously her blue eyes raked lightly over his appearance, gazing at the broom for a moment before flickering to the large bag he was toting. "You just came from practice. It must be cold out, I hope you don;t get sick," she trilled out to him, voice forcibly air with a hint of worry dotting the last sentence. Esben growled deeply at the Slytherin boy, with Svanhild defying his warnings and stepping closer to him.
|
|
