Post by hazel on Jun 19, 2010 3:03:41 GMT
YOU SAY YOU WANT A REVOLUTION.
[/color]DARBY ELIZABETH RUTHERFORD[/color]
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YOU SAY YOU'VE GOT A REAL SOLUTION.
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YOU SAY WANT TO CHANGE THE CONSTITUTION.
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WE ALL WANT TO CHANGE YOUR HEAD.
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DON'T YOU KNOW IT'S GOING TO BE ALRIGHT.
[/color][/font][/CENTER]OOC NAME: hazie/hazel
AGE: over thirteen
EXPERIENCE: six years
OTHER CHARACTERS: none yet
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
darby scanned the common room. ravenclaws, all they do is study. narrowing her eyes disapprovingly, the tiny girl folded her arms over her chest. she was dressed in an old fashioned jumper, with a collared shirt underneath. she wore white socks and mary-janes, her hair in curls falling around her shoulders. her freckles stood out in this lighting, giving her an appearance of a first year, or second year. no one who knew of her would point this out, however, because not only was darby rutherford a fifth year and a vampire, but she was also very tempermental about her size. it was true that darby didn't know exactly how many knew she was a vampire, maybe none of them did, but she didn't try especially hard to keep it a secret. she just didn't bring it up.
this was boring. standing up, the girl stood under five feet in height, and the others looked up as she shoved her chair in. she paid them no mind and no glance, grabbing her wool coat and stomping out of the common room. she left silence in her wake, not even the scratch of a pencil breaking it. of course, she didn't know this. she was already gone. she made her way down the stairs, many many stairs, and grumbled about the school's architecture. she disliked the inconvenience of it. slipping on her coat, she fluffed her hair around the collar of it, and buttoned the front down. anyone in her way was shoved aside, and she finally broke through to outside, passing the big wooden doors and leaving the stone walls behind her, for now anyway. she whistled, using two fingers, and stood only for a moment before a broom whizzed toward her.
mounting the old and dusty broom, she levetated into the air and with a small mutter under her breath, started forward. it wasn't the fastest of brooms, but it would get her to where she was going quicker than walking would. halfway between hogwarts and hogsmeade, she decided she'd go to the shrieking shack, and skip the cobblestone-street town altogether. she didn't feel like dealing with stupid mortal minds today. whizzing past the populated area, she rounded the paths and flew straight down to the shrieking shack. she was here, before, when voldemort gained power and whatnot, and during the great war. she wasn't attending hogwarts, but she was in cahoots with the magical world. she knew this shrieking shack was nothing but a shack now. stepping inside as she leaned her broom against the wall, she peered around.
this was boring. standing up, the girl stood under five feet in height, and the others looked up as she shoved her chair in. she paid them no mind and no glance, grabbing her wool coat and stomping out of the common room. she left silence in her wake, not even the scratch of a pencil breaking it. of course, she didn't know this. she was already gone. she made her way down the stairs, many many stairs, and grumbled about the school's architecture. she disliked the inconvenience of it. slipping on her coat, she fluffed her hair around the collar of it, and buttoned the front down. anyone in her way was shoved aside, and she finally broke through to outside, passing the big wooden doors and leaving the stone walls behind her, for now anyway. she whistled, using two fingers, and stood only for a moment before a broom whizzed toward her.
mounting the old and dusty broom, she levetated into the air and with a small mutter under her breath, started forward. it wasn't the fastest of brooms, but it would get her to where she was going quicker than walking would. halfway between hogwarts and hogsmeade, she decided she'd go to the shrieking shack, and skip the cobblestone-street town altogether. she didn't feel like dealing with stupid mortal minds today. whizzing past the populated area, she rounded the paths and flew straight down to the shrieking shack. she was here, before, when voldemort gained power and whatnot, and during the great war. she wasn't attending hogwarts, but she was in cahoots with the magical world. she knew this shrieking shack was nothing but a shack now. stepping inside as she leaned her broom against the wall, she peered around.
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