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Post by Leyla Emerson on Aug 12, 2008 0:49:33 GMT
“You’re not as great as you think you are!”
Leyla yelled furiously at the back of one of the more arrogant Gryffindor boys. Her cheeks were flushed red in her anger, and thin fingers were bunched up into fists. Walking away -- looking rather triumphant -- was one of the many boys that liked to torment Leyla. She seemed to be an easy target for them, because it was easy to get her riled up and even easier to get some sort of reaction from her. The small girl had quite a temper.
Crumpled on the ground near her feet was the flower she had transfigured only a few days ago. The beautiful violet petals were smashed into bits – yes bits since it seemed the petals were more rock than flower – and there wasn’t anything left that could be identified as being part of the flower. Nobody else seemed to care about her misfortune, so she turned furiously around and stalked away. Her robes flapped against her ankles, sounding just about as angry as she was feeling.
The accomplishment she had felt before for the plant was not crushed, just like her beautiful rose. She could’ve hexed the boy, even threw something at him, but honestly would that make her feel any better? Leyla just took the abuse and didn’t sink down to their level by trying to get back. Some people found it surprising that Leyla was chosen as a target on more than one occasion. But, of course, she knew the central reason for it.
She was a muggle born, a mudblood, as some people put it.
When her brother was here, she didn’t have to go through any of this. He would stand up for her, and the other children would back down. But, now he was gone, and all she had left was her. Leyla flopped against one of the trees, nearly snarling. She needed to get her mind off of the boy; otherwise she would probably do something that she would regret. Tilted her head back, she looked up at the branches of the old tree. An idea popped in her head, and a grin spread across that pale face of hers.
Jumping to her feet, Leyla clamped her two hands onto the lowest branch. She swung her legs up and curled them around the branch, keeping herself balanced. Slowly, she swung herself around so she wasn’t swinging under the branch, but resting on top of it. It took her a moment before she felt safe standing, but finally she did. Her hands curled around another branch, and she swung herself up again. This process continued for a few more moments, until she found a height where she was happy at.
Leyla sat down comfortably and leaned against the trunk of the tree. One leg swayed back and forth on one side of the branch, while the other rested securely on the branch she was resting on. This reminded her of back home, when she would race her siblings up the tree. Hidden beneath the branches, the only thing someone would probably see is her foot swinging back and forth, while the rest of her was hidden perfectly behind the arrangement of leaves. |
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Post by corey on Aug 12, 2008 19:59:47 GMT
She could've killed her. The stupid blonde bimbo that had called Corey a whore of sorts just because the skinny brunette was friends with her boyfriend. Sure, she could've made out with the boy the first chance she got and taken him away from the girl, but she didn't, did she? No. Corey played nice, most of the time, and left the boy to torment himself in his relationship. This wasn't rare, Corey leaving the library in a rush trying to ignore the shoutings of Offley as the young Gryffindor continued to yell combacks to the busty blonde. Thankfully Corey didn't feel like taking her wand out of her bag otherwise the blonde could've been what she was truly meant to be, a toad.
"Yeah, yeah. I know; Detention," she said over her shoulder and Offley crossed her arms in frustration before shutting the library doors to Corey's back. This would be the sixth time this week she recieved detention for standing up for herself. However, to Offley's dismay, Corey wouldn't make it to detention nor to Hubbles' office anytime soon. She'd go outside until someone found her and dragged her back in.
"Stupid, stupid," she continued as her feet trudged over the green grass. Why she didn't hex the girl was obvious, Offley, but that didn't mean she couldn't punch her, did it? Wait, was a slap like a punch? If so, then the damage was done. She left a pretty nice pink handprint on the blonde's face. The image of the girl with her jaw dropped in disbelief caused Corey to smirk.
Corey kept walking. It wasn't like she had anything to do anyway. Soon, she'd find a place far enough away from the castle and get comfortable until someone came along to disturb her and either force her to go back to the dorm or annoy her enough to want to go back. Corey was about to curse herself once more until the looked up and saw a foot dangling from the tree. Was there someone up there? She couldn't tell. She looked around a little skeptical to see if someone was trying to play a joke on her. When realizing it was just her, she stared up at the foot before pushing her finger against the bottom of the shoe. Maybe there was an owner, if not, well... who knew.
"Hello?" she called to the swinging foot.
(hope you dont mind me intruding)
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Post by Leyla Emerson on Aug 13, 2008 16:24:27 GMT
Slowly – very slowly – her anger began to ebb away. She let out a frustrated sigh and plucked one of the leaves from the tree off of its branch. Leyla twirled it lightly in her fingers with her lips pursed. She dropped it then, watching as the wind caught it and sent it spiraling up into the sky. The wind blew again, disturbing the leaves and causing them to quiver around her. A small smile spread across her lips.
Something pressed against the bottom of her foot, and she gave a small squeak. Leyla quickly withdrew her foot and sat still; waiting for whatever touched her to make a noise. And then the girl spoke, calling up to her. Oh, so it wasn’t a gnome trying to eat her foot. That was good news. The Gryffindor girl jumped off from her branch and landed, a little roughly, on the ground. She swayed a bit and pressed her hand against the trunk of the tree to steady herself.
Blinking at the girl who had found her, the face rang a bell in her memory. But, she couldn’t really place a name on the girl. Stupid memory. “Er…hi.” She muttered, grinning up at the girl. God, what was her name? This was going to bug her for ages until she found it out. Her eyebrows furrowed in concentration, but it didn’t really help. It probably just made her look like a dork. Yay for that right?
“Sorry if I…er…frightened you. I like…climbing…trees.” Because that statement didn’t sound weird at all.
(( Gah, bad post D: -hangs head in shame- )) |
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