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Post by lydiarivers on May 5, 2005 1:12:15 GMT
Opening the box to see the treasure inside, her eyes opened in surprise. Pulling the beautiful cloak toward her, she smelled the lush silk that came out of the box. Pushing the box into the floor, she held the cloak up to admire its elegance. The perfect cloak for the perfect girl. Wrapping the cloak around her body, she walked over to the mirror and admired how she look. True, the white button down shirt and the jeans didn't go well with it, but she wouldn't wear muggle clothes with it.
Admiring herself in the mirror, she turned as the heard the dorm room door open. Turning, around, she wanted to see who had interrupted her reverie.
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Post by Desiray on May 7, 2005 6:40:30 GMT
Desiray stood in the doorway of her dorm room, her roomie, Lydia, admiring herself in the mirror. She watched Lydia look at herself and selfishly thought how stuck up that girl was looking in the mirror that way. Now Desiray does not think of herself as a cocky little tease. No, Desiray feels she is a goddess, all should bow to her. And when they don't... OFF WITH THEIR HEAD! (as in Alice in Wonderland). Desiray smiled slightly, well more insultingly as Lydia looked to Desiray suddenly. Desiray walked inside, slow stride and that cocky sway in her hips. This time as she walked in the dormatory, the smile and sway were to be taken as a taunt. Desiray was taunting Lydia as she walked into the room.
She sat on her bed, which is just next to Lydia's mirror and bed. Desiray continued to stare at Lydia, not exactly glaring but you could tell there was a 'not-nice' glint in those large bluish green eyes of hers.
"Hello there Lydia..." she said coldly.
((OOC: Now don't take her actions insulting... well you can if you want. But that's just how Desiray is. So don't take it that she hates you...))
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Post by lydiarivers on May 10, 2005 21:42:56 GMT
Lydia turned her head back to the mirror as Desiray walked into the room. She had heard about her, and she had shared a dorm with her for almost 5 years now. Pulling her hair from underneath the cloak, she finally acknowledged Desiray's presence when she finally had the tact to say hello.
" Hello Desiray. Beautiful day, isn't it? It would be even more beautiful if those Filthy Gryffindor's weren't practicing out on the pitch. They marr the landscape. I went outside today to paint, but nearly vomited watching them. It was almost as bad as Hufflepuff's last game."
Retreiving a brush, she began to brush through her glossy brown hair. Finally pulling it into a bun on the back her head, she pulled out an eye pencil and began to stencil in a line underneath her eyes.
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