Post by Maeve Malfoy on Aug 5, 2007 3:39:22 GMT
(Closed to Vanessa Malfoy, Aiden Zyler, and Professor Fagin.)
Maeve Malfoy had taken to the Quidditch Pitch through out her five years at Hogwarts. Everyone knew her love for Quidditch, or at least a lot of people knew. A lot of people knew that flying and Quaffles were her favorite things, and the fact that she gets harmed the majoirty of the time she's playing the sport, even though she doesn't care about that. The majoirty of the people knew a lot about her.
Or they thought they did. She did pretty well acting. After all, who can lie to their best friend and say they're only cousins when really they were sisters for almost all their life? Who can take so many hits in a game of Quidditch and have multiple bone sticking out of their skin without shedding a tear and make it look painless? Who could lie about their whole life about who they were and thought they could get away with anything and evade the inevitable?
Not a lot. But Maeve was with the very few who could and did. Vanessa had been a great friend since childhood, and now Maeve had just slipped up and told that they were sisters. Broken, showing bones were seriously nothing to Maeve. Making her life seem perfect came easy with where her family's placement was and she thought she could get away with almost anything.
But evading the inevitable was taking it's toll on her. Someone had slipped up to her parents about who she was dating. Someone had now just made her life complex and difficult, moreso than it was. Although she knew she had brought it upon herself. And she knew who it was who ratted her out.
"Joseph." The little pain in the side had told Maeve's parents, via owl, that Maeve was dating a Muggleborn Gryffindor; A mortal sin amongst Pureblooded families like hers. She had already tested her family's patience with her liking Muggle objects and bands, but getting into a relationship with a Muggleborn.... Boy, was she going to die soon.
Maeve shook her head and flew around on her broomstick. She had been flying around for the past few hours, and taking pictures with her camera. One thing, of the many, that people didn't know about Maeve Malfoy. She loved photography and sketching. They were both ranked up by Quidditch, in her books at least.
She kept clicking the camera, taking pictures of the sights from the Quiddich Pitch and a few of herself, smiling.
Smiling was something she was doing a lot now. All she had to do was think of Aiden and there was a smile plastered on her face. She was most diffinantly addicted to Aiden to the point of grinning.
Maeve Malfoy had taken to the Quidditch Pitch through out her five years at Hogwarts. Everyone knew her love for Quidditch, or at least a lot of people knew. A lot of people knew that flying and Quaffles were her favorite things, and the fact that she gets harmed the majoirty of the time she's playing the sport, even though she doesn't care about that. The majoirty of the people knew a lot about her.
Or they thought they did. She did pretty well acting. After all, who can lie to their best friend and say they're only cousins when really they were sisters for almost all their life? Who can take so many hits in a game of Quidditch and have multiple bone sticking out of their skin without shedding a tear and make it look painless? Who could lie about their whole life about who they were and thought they could get away with anything and evade the inevitable?
Not a lot. But Maeve was with the very few who could and did. Vanessa had been a great friend since childhood, and now Maeve had just slipped up and told that they were sisters. Broken, showing bones were seriously nothing to Maeve. Making her life seem perfect came easy with where her family's placement was and she thought she could get away with almost anything.
But evading the inevitable was taking it's toll on her. Someone had slipped up to her parents about who she was dating. Someone had now just made her life complex and difficult, moreso than it was. Although she knew she had brought it upon herself. And she knew who it was who ratted her out.
"Joseph." The little pain in the side had told Maeve's parents, via owl, that Maeve was dating a Muggleborn Gryffindor; A mortal sin amongst Pureblooded families like hers. She had already tested her family's patience with her liking Muggle objects and bands, but getting into a relationship with a Muggleborn.... Boy, was she going to die soon.
Maeve shook her head and flew around on her broomstick. She had been flying around for the past few hours, and taking pictures with her camera. One thing, of the many, that people didn't know about Maeve Malfoy. She loved photography and sketching. They were both ranked up by Quidditch, in her books at least.
She kept clicking the camera, taking pictures of the sights from the Quiddich Pitch and a few of herself, smiling.
Smiling was something she was doing a lot now. All she had to do was think of Aiden and there was a smile plastered on her face. She was most diffinantly addicted to Aiden to the point of grinning.
