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Post by rose willow weasley on Aug 4, 2011 13:54:35 GMT -5
 I've got sunshine on a cloudy day,
Got a lovely little lamp Inside my brain[/size][/center] 'Gravity, the one thing that holds us down; the pressure and the feel of it's all around. Yet when you feel sick the gravity doesn't help at all, four girls were kidnapped and Vinny's father might be dead; people were being freaked out and Hogwarts was almost on Lock Down.
I'm starting to freak out myself, I have a feeling... a very dark feeling things aren't going to be okay. The dreams have gotten worse, I see one of the girls in a dark room; beaten and silent... But thats all. This is all bullshit.'
Rose closed her notebook, and placed the pen on top.
She was seeing things again, she really didn't know what to do about it most times. That's what she uses her notebook to write the things she couldn't say, but she was sure if she told someone rather than Hugo, they would believe her. Her mother always said that Rosy always saw strange things but never made Rose feel weird about it, and also told her not to tell friends. Rose Shifted in her chair, she was sitting in the common room in front of the fireplace.
The common room was quiet, but not quiet enough; students were still up as well. Rose looked at her watch, 1:01am. She sighed and stood up, adjusting her sweater than turned and left the common room. She was walking around quietly, attempting to avoid a teacher or a prefect; She still held her notebook under one arm, she didn't know what to do. She wanted somewhere quiet... The girls bathroom on the second floor, Rose didn't mind Myrtle; She was good company at times.
Rose swiftly and quietly moved to the stairs, luckily none of them changed as she went down, when she finally reached the second floor she heard footsteps, she held her breath, they were turning the corner, this was it, she was going to get caught, she heart pumped as she walked casually hoping to talk her way out of anything when she gets approached. |
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Post by scottxmcfarrlan on Aug 5, 2011 0:51:22 GMT -5
[/img] ![]() i1138.photobucket.com/albums/n535/iluvnyxoxo625/H-SPM%20Icons/2.png [/img] Nothing’s new, everything’s the same.
It keeps on dragging me down, it’s getting kind of lame.[/right]
Patrolling the floors at night was not exactly Scott’s favorite thing to do. Like any normal teenager, Scott needed at least ten hours of sleep to function anywhere close to a human, and walking aimlessly around the grounds was seriously cutting into his sleeping time. Perhaps he was just a little more understanding this time, when the headmaster ordered all prefects to be on alert, but that still didn’t make it okay from him to be missing out on a very exclusive relationship with his bed. And to be honest, Scott really didn’t like little kids, nor did he want to help them when they were homesick or scared. He could care less. At present, Scott was walking around with his fellow fifth year prefect, looking for a way to have some fun on the job. However, unlike himself, the student walking next to him—Scott couldn’t even be bothered to remember his name—was all about doing the job right.
Given the current situation, Scott should have be a least a little concerned for the kids he was supposed to be watching over. He had heard about the kidnapping, who hadn’t? But other than Gabby, Scott didn’t know any of the other girls. They weren’t from his house, and none of them were Aspen, so he really didn’t give a damn. Of course, he would never openly say that, as he did care just a bit about the girls’ safety. Walking around the second floor, Scott was quite bored. Everyone was being a good child, and staying in their dorms. Until he spotted a redheaded girl standing in the middle of the hallway. Giving her a questioning look, Scott decided to have a little fun before he let her go. Hey! What are you doing out here? Ohhh, you’re in big trouble. He barely managed to keep a straight face.
[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] notes;; =]
tags;; rose
words;; 311
lyrics;; motivation-sum 41
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Post by rose willow weasley on Aug 5, 2011 18:18:02 GMT -5
I've got sunshine on a cloudy day,
Got a lovely little lamp Inside my brain [/size][/center] That was it, Rose finally heard the person speak. She stopped dead in her tracks, a billion things were running through her mind; excuse after excuse, consequences and consequences. Rose thought of her parents especially her mother being disappointed, then mentally smacked herself knowing all the shit they have done. Rose finally turned to see a Huffle-Puff prefect she immediately started rambling "Oh dear, please don't get me into trouble, I'm only looking for a place to write, my common room is full of loud people, well not loud they're sorta just there but still! Please?"
... she never begged so much in her life.
Rose felt doomed school wise, family wise she'd either get laughed at or something stupid like teased. But that was the thing Rose hated the most, she was the only uptight 'don't bug me' weasley, give or take her uncle Percy.
Rose rubbed her eye and crossed her are suddenly tired, She looked at the guy; She's either met him before or just seen him around. Rose wasn't good with names but she could never forget a face. But this wasn't the case, the case was if she was prepared to deal with this.
She shifted starting to get uncomfortable biting her lip, and finally spoke again "Um... So how does this work?" she asked quietly. She didn't care what anyone said, she was her father's daughter too; she's wimpy.
She hugged her note book biting her thumb glancing at the prefect getting ready for her punishment. |
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Post by scottxmcfarrlan on Aug 8, 2011 9:33:28 GMT -5
[/img] ![]() i1138.photobucket.com/albums/n535/iluvnyxoxo625/H-SPM%20Icons/2.png [/img] Nothing’s new, everything’s the same.
It keeps on dragging me down, it’s getting kind of lame.[/right]
When the girl started muttering random excuses, Scott should have felt pity for her, as she was trying hard to get out of punishment. He wouldn’t actually get her into trouble, as that just wasn’t his thing, but who knew about the has-to-do-things-right prefect standing next to him. Staring the girl down, Scott folded his arms and gave her a disapproving smirk, shaking his head in the process. Now, now Miss Weasley. Of course Scott knew who the girl standing in front of him was; first off, the girl had red hair which was a dead giveaway, and the fact that Scott’s father was a prankster with Ron Weasley, so Scott had seen the girl around. I can’t let you do that. You’re in strict violation of the curfew. Mentally, Scott was laughing as the girl was practically begging to be released.
The prefect next to him stepped in to answer her question about what they were going to do, but Scott put a hand out to stop him. In reality, he actually didn’t plan on doing anything to get her in trouble. But he was bored, and need some fun, and so he would play with the girl a bit more before letting her go. Well Miss, we’re going to have to take you to the headmaster’s office. He’ll know what to do with you. He looked her over, nodding to show his sincerity. It literally took everything in his power to not start laughing. If you would, follow me please. Scott started walking towards the stairs, to take her to the headmaster’s office.
[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] notes;; I don't actually know about the whole Ben and Ron
knowing each other, but it sounded good.
tags;; rose
words;; 265
lyrics;; motivation-sum 41
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Post by rose willow weasley on Aug 9, 2011 1:01:34 GMT -5
I've got sunshine on a cloudy day,
Got a lovely little lamp Inside my brain [/size][/center] Rose sighed deeply and let her head drop, she frowned listening to the prefect. She was disappointed with herself, seriously, she wasn't prepared to get in trouble; she wasn't the type to get into trouble or even cause trouble, she wasn't proud of herself at the moment.
She began following the guy, obviously annoyed that shes going to the headmaster's office. letting her hands drop from her chest, with her notebook at hand, she quickly wrote; So now I'm in trouble.....fuck my life! .
Rose never went anywhere without her notebook, she liked writing everything that happens to her each day.
she withhold over 15 notebooks, from when she was eight to now. She never allowed anyone to read it, not even Hugo for that matter.
She walked in silence till it bothered her " so give me an idea of how much trouble I'm in, least you could do broskii" she asked actually curious. She ran her fingers through her red hair, it wasn't natural; her hair was really a blondish red that annoyed the hell out of her. She has a lot of her mother features, which she didn't mind really. She was guaranteed the odd one out of her family, she has brown eye brows and blueish brown eyes, skin was lightly tanned and she awkwardly stood a few inches shorter than most girls her age. She didn't fit.
She zipped up her hoodie a bit, and tried to make herself at least a bit presentable, maybe the headmaster would let her off the hook? no shame in finding somewhere quiet to read right? She looked at the prefect again, it was bugging her, she's seen him before but really couldn't figure out where, "... whats your name? if i may ask? she said casually/ |
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