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Post by Alondra Redson on Mar 22, 2007 23:08:57 GMT
[Because I don't remember the Slythering password, tis for my fellow Slytherin Marishka]
The best part of the day was the new day. No, not the morning when you have all woken up and you begin daily activities with everyone else. The new day was at midnight when everyone was asleep and quiet. When most of them never got up and could bother her. It was heaven on earth at night, and since lately she couldn't sleep it was even better.
Alondra paced the common room silently, making sure she avoided the boards that creaked. She could get away with being up for so long is she just stayed quiet. She could even hide if someone decided to come down. It was perfect.
The girl sat finally on the floor by the dying fire. It was all dark but a single candle she kept by her and of the burning embers, but that light was more of a glowing illumination. It did not do her much good.
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Post by Marishka Mayfair on Mar 22, 2007 23:20:24 GMT
Marishka blew the candle out next to her bed, several of the other sixth year girls mumbling in complaint as she had had it lit for nearly several hours now. Her need for no sleep was induced by a nap she had taken earlier that evening, and knowing she could not read in the dark she stood up with her pillow and silently decended into the common room to carry on by firelight.
Her plans were however obstructed by the face that the flames had nearly gone out, and a somewhat familiar seventh year girl was sat in front of what was left, watching it distractedly. 'The downfall of the wizarding world: no electricity.' She declared with a wry smile as she disgarded the pillow on the floor and seated herself on the arm of the nearest chain. She studied the girl for a moment before tossing her hair over her shoulder and saying, 'Well we're both awake with nothing to do, so who are you?' she asked casually. Marishka was never usually one for socialising with anybody she did not really need, but new there was nothing else to actually do.
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Post by Alondra Redson on Mar 22, 2007 23:25:48 GMT
She peered up at the sound of footsteps. A girl in sixth year came down and she followed her with her gaze. SHe could only see a silhouette in the dark, but she recognized it to be someone who was in that year. Though she wasn't social, she did watch other people. Especially those in her house.
"I'm used to it..." She sighed and turned to face her.
"And my name's Alondra Redson. I'm in seventh year. What about you?"
She was sort of tired, but couldn't sleep. Her eyes were wide and looked alert in the flickering of fire.
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Post by Marishka Mayfair on Mar 22, 2007 23:40:19 GMT
'Marishka...you may as well call me Mara.' she drawled. The dimness of the fire was beginning to aggravate her, and although it was common room rules not to relight the fire after midnight, Mara produced her wand from her dressing gown pocket and silently rekindled it anyway, a hot jet of red light leaping from her wand onto the logs. Immediately bright warm flames rose up slowly.
Sighing heavily, Marishka moved to sit down properly, putting her feet up on one of the deep green pouffes. 'Redson? I've never heard of that name before... are you a small wizarding family?' she asked with a raised eyebrow. When she had first spoken to Alondra she had not really thought to see if her were pure blooded or not... but now it was beginning to bother her. It was not like her to waste time with those of dirty blood after all.
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Post by Alondra Redson on Mar 22, 2007 23:44:40 GMT
"I am from an all wizarding family." She told her proudly, but she wasn't overly proud like everyone else. It just might be a miracle though if they found someone not pure blood in Slytherin or at least very well close to it.
"Probably the Redson's you speak of."
Alondra sat with her feet and calves underneath her, her knees bent and her body off to the side a bit. She supported herself with one arm and watched the girl.
"And you?"
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Post by Marishka Mayfair on Mar 23, 2007 0:04:23 GMT
Marishka frowned for a moment, thinking, then nodded knowingly. 'Yes. I know now. I think my mother knows yours... or your grandmother. I'm not sure.' She added. Well, at least she'd not half-blood... or worse. She reminded herself of last September's terrible Sorting Ceremony - six mudbloods put in Slytherin! It was a disgrace!
She shifted in her seat, throwing a cushion on the floor to get more comfortable. 'I'm one of the Mayfair witches - Blackwood farm.' She chimed as if Alondra was supposed to know. Marishka's family was not famous, but it was well known in an area of Cheshire as the bloodline residing in the Blackwood, a place that was morbidly imfamous from several centuries ago when witch burnings were performed regularly there.
'Do you have any siblings?' Marishka suddenly asked, realising she had been too quiet.
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Post by Alondra Redson on Mar 23, 2007 0:23:44 GMT
"Perhaps, but my mother's from Romania and so is my grandmother, but I'm sure there's some kind of relation there. My mum's not really around anymore. I lost track of her a long time ago." She laughed.
"I am part of an old family though, before the wizarding world and the establishment of the wand."
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