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Post by ZARA CELESTE O'RILEY on Apr 11, 2012 14:51:35 GMT -5
We’re so miserable and stunning [/i][/center] It had quite easily been one of those weeks for Zara. A week that she simply wanted to forget and that had brought her more stress than anything else. She had finally decided to get in touch with her brother which had dragged up a lot of ill feeling. Most of which had been cleared but Zara knew it would linger until they could meet up in person. The likelihood was that she would no longer be at home come Christmas. She would move in with J and they would see how things panned out from there.
Of course living with her brother was sure to pose some of its own problems. Sometimes he was more like their father than he was willing to admit. Heck, they both were. It had been some years and she had grown older. They were more likely to clash now than when they had been younger. If she didn’t end up living with Jason the other option was to find a place of her own and to afford that would mean dragging Bert with her.
Bert. As Zara walked the halls of the school, up to the sixth floor, she grimaced. He was her best friend but sometimes she would loved to have suffocate the boy in his sleep. Him and his god forsaken toad. Bert was a constant ball of energy. Something that she could not put up with at times. And yet no matter how blunt he was, and how harsh she could get, Bert was still always there.
Finally Z had gotten to her destination. The ballroom. It was a room that was occasionally used and a room that held something she loved. A piano. She had never actually seen anyone use the thing but when feeling stressed, and when Quidditch would not do, she found herself here. Opening the door she moved in and towards the instrument. The room was eerily quiet but it did not bother her too much. The peace was welcomed in her chaotic life.
Zara sat down on the stool and looked down at the keys in front of her. She raised her hands and hesitated before bringing her slender fingers down on them and letting the sound ring out around the room. Soon, the music was flowing quite easily. If she was ever grateful for her aunt taking them in, it was because she had forced her to learn piano. Music gave her something that people failed to do.
Love songs for the genuinely cunning [/font][/center][/i] Tag; Albus Severus Potter
Words; Four one four
Outfit; here
Notes; She's volatile! |
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Post by felix on Apr 12, 2012 5:49:05 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) 558 ( TAGGED ) ZARA/Z ( STATUS ) COMPLETE ”Really guys?” Albus spat his grimaced words at his Quidditch team (or the old team) as they zoomed across the pitch trying to hone their rusted skills, if they wanted to win the ambitious serpents would need to figure out how to excel in the areas that they failed last year. Most importantly, it was the Seeker last year who always zoned out costing the team the wins, almost every single match. ”I’m done for now.” the almost always-nonchalant middle Potter was filled with this undeserved rage as Al flew through to the castle, getting off right before the castle doors, it was a quick process to shower and head to the one place where he could really think. Usually, Albus would either head to the infamous Room of Requirement and just think or even the Prefect’s bathroom, for some strange reason he was able to guess the usual password and soak his problems away in solitude.
Having a very strife sort of step in his walk, the sixth year Slytherin had showered as each step brought him closer to his unknown destination but as he walked forward, the group of Hufflepuff second years dispersed almost in fear from the middle Potter. Considering he could be a very serious student, he also had a very charming way about him being able to turn it on and off at will, his mind was racing with so many different thinks that all he wanted to do was breathe. The greatest thing about Hogwarts was that it was impossible to ever feel lonely, with so many students and people to speak too, the depression rate of the school was unquestionably the lowest because of how peaceful the Wizarding World had been along with the precautions the school takes to keep their general population happy. The irony in it all was that when you wanted to be alone, it was impossible to find an empty space to let your mind wander and explore, making conclusions all before heading back to the reality you just scraped, if only for a minute.
The Potter kid headed up the stairs, just wandering aimlessly before the stairs quickly shifted and were now changing directions. ”Fucking stairs.” the boy cussed under his breath as a female first year Gryffindor clutched onto the stairs for dear life, it was amusing that at one point, Albus was also like that little girl. The stairwell stopped and the Slytherin continued to walk, a very lulled melody was light in the air as Albus barely picked it up, the sound was melodic and beautiful, a real way to lose yourself, the exact thing the kid needed. ”Ah, the ballroom.” commenting to himself, Al opened the door slowly and noticed that it was the ice queen herself, Zara. Crossing his arms and leaning against one of the walls with his left foot, he let Z’s finger sing a beautiful song as the stress of life slowly lifted into the air before disappearing. As she stopped, Albus smiled as he clapped for the girl. ”Well, well, well. Look who we have here, never knew you were Muggle enough to learn how to play Piano? I would’ve just bewitched it.” it was both a compliment and an insult to her, but that’s the way they spoke, always enough to keep her smug look on. mer, junk post && let the ice queen onslaught begin~ |
table by CALIFORNIA DREAMING of CAUTION 2.0, lyrics by maroon 5 |
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Post by ZARA CELESTE O'RILEY on Apr 12, 2012 9:11:22 GMT -5
We’re so miserable and stunning [/i][/center] She had just finished off the piece when the applaud started up. Her head snapped to the sound and standing there was Albus Potter. Somewhat a celebrity amongst the student population, along with some others in his family. To Zara, Albus was somewhat a pain in the arse. His words echoed in the room and Zara turned herself slowly on the stool to face him properly. “Some of us have more talent than just magic.” Zara shot at him with a smirk and a shrug. The thick irish accent laced her words. The muggle quip had made something stir in her. She had nothing against muggles really but did not like to be compared to them.
Slight lie. She had a little something against muggles. One in particular. Her mother had run off with a muggle man and that had stung. She had buried herself deep in the wizarding world and kept herself as separate as possible from muggle things. Piano was different though. And playing it was much more therapeutic than bewitching it to play.
There went her peace but seeing Albus was refreshing when the familiar face she had had since September was Bert. “What are you doing here? And alone? I am surprised. Losing your oh so charming touch with people?” She was curious to why he was up in the ballroom. People rarely came here out of choice and rarely alone. Couples usually found it romantic to prance about here as a date. Most people came across it by accident and left. But he should have known the castle well enough, no?
“Are you about to tell me to leave?” Zara asked. Her head was cocked to aside making a curtain of her dark locks hang there. If he did have someone meeting him here she had no intention to leave. Oh no. Z would stay and make it as awkward as possible. Maybe it was a bad thing that she enjoyed causing misery in people’s lives. Most of the time she convinced herself that she was just going through a phase that she would at some point snap out of it. And when that didn’t work she just blamed genetics.
Love songs for the genuinely cunning [/font][/center][/i] Tag; Albus Severus Potter
Words; Three six five
Outfit; here
Notes; Blah... |
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