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Post by aleatha on Oct 3, 2006 2:35:40 GMT
Aleatha strode out into the courtyard, her silk school skirt billowing in the breeze. It was all very well for one to be caught up in those pleated monstrosities, but they wouldn't create a very nice effect for a girl to catch a man with, now would they? Aleatha had taken one look at the Hogwarts uniform and had her mother's tailor make the exact same thing in a rather more flattering material. And, of course, her uniform wasn't nearly so scratchy as the ones less fortunate students had to wear.
She stopped beneath the single oak tree in the yard and just happened to stand in the single beam of sunlight filtering through its branches, so she was lit up as though by a spotlight, while the girls around her faded into the shadowy background. Here she surveyed the scene through eyes half closed against the glare of the afternoon, or it could simply be that she didn't want to waste their brilliant blue on people who didn't deserve it. Nevertheless, her full lashes obscured their colour, making it seem a deep indigo.
With a sigh as she realised that noone of consequence was out enjoying the warmth of the sunlight, Aleatha left her sunbeam and made her way across to the fountain. Taking a seat on the edge of the pool, she leant back onto her elbows and practically lay across the ledge as she watched a parade of unnamed students going about their business.
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Post by Dalit Whittemore S5 on Oct 9, 2006 1:06:32 GMT
Dalit wandered down the school corridor, taking a left when she reached the end. She reached her hand up and began to drag it across the wall, lazily walking, her mind elsewhere. She eventually came to the main entrance, and opened the door, putting her weight into it to get it to open easily for her.
Her black book bag began to fall off her shoulder as she went down the steps. She stopped to rearrange it, at the same time smirking because she had caused a hold up behind her, forcing others to move around. It didn't matter anyways, they were only Hufflepuffs. As if anyone would care about them.
Dalit moved through the courtyard, carefully lifting her black silk dress as she moved through the puddles. It had rained the day before, so the puddles had not evaporated fully. Dalit made a mental thank you to her mum at that point, for insisting on the black leather healed boots that she was wearing; they were water proof, and had more than once saved her from wet feet, and possibly a cold.
Dalit made her way to a nearby fountain, after seeing a younger Slytherin there. She didn't know her, but anyone in Slytherin was guaranteed to be a pure blood, and that was all that mattered these days. Sitting down beside her, Dalit looked at some passer-bys. "How unfortunate that they are not of pure blood. I suppose they can't help it, but at the very least, I think the Ministry should be enforcing a law, prohibiting them from continuing to dilute the blood line." She put her head to the side, leaning back on her elbows, following the other girls example.
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Post by aleatha on Oct 10, 2006 4:26:36 GMT
Aleatha tilted her head slightly as the older student copied her mannersims. A small smile graced her lips. It was so amusing to see someone try to emulate her. Flattering, too. She nodded as the girl spoke, before voicing her own opinions.
"I imagine a few of them are pureblooded. Our house doesn't have exclusive rights to that trait," she murmured drowsily. "They simply have different priorities to ourselves."
Concealing a yawn with her hand, she continued in the same languid fashion.
"As for a law, how do you propose the Ministry should enforce such a thing?"
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Post by Dalit Whittemore S5 on Oct 10, 2006 20:31:52 GMT
Dalit listened to the other girl speak. She had made a good point, how was the Ministry supposed to stop the breedings of half bloods?
Dalit raised an eyebrow at the other girls question, and then realized that she was challenging her. As if she was challenging her. She should be agreeing!
She sat up and looked at her finger nails, inspecting them for dirt, all the while thinking. "They could at least refuse to teach them, don't you think? Keep us pure bloods separate from the mud bloods." Dalit picked at an invisible piece of dirt under one of her fingernails. "The last thing I want to do is walk through life seeing mud bloods. It's like going to muggle Cardiff or London and seeing all those beggars on the streets. Disgusting. They give people a bad name. Some are worse than others. I suppose there is always the exception though...I've just yet to meet them."
Finished with the dirt under her nails, Dalit flipped her long black hair behind her shoulder. She had just begun to realize that it was quite chilly out, and was wishing she had brought a sweater.
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Post by aleatha on Oct 14, 2006 4:45:28 GMT
Aleatha gave a halfhearted shrug.
"I'm sure you're right," she conceaded. This was hardly worth getting into an argument about and to be honest, Aleatha didn't really care about the relationships of other people.
"I'm sorry, I've a simply terribly memory, what did you say your name was?" she asked pointedly.
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Post by Pyro Blackfire S5 on Oct 23, 2006 16:59:12 GMT
Pyro hadn't had a good work out in a long time. For the past few months the only work out he had been getting was during Quidditch Practice, but now the new captain was just starting to get into a rythum so the practices hardly made Pyro sweat. He hadn't had the heart to go out and practice his martial arts in quite some time. But the recent week had done well to extinguish the bad energy from his body and the day was to pretty to pass up a good workout out in the courtyard. Pyro had set out in his usual work out attire. An underarmor longsleeve shirt, a pair of sweatpants, and his hair pulled back in its usual braid. A full hour later the shirt had been removed and the pant legs had been pulled up to knee height to allow his legs to air out. His finely toned body was covered with a fine layer of sweat and his breathing was deep and fast. An important factor in working out was to control your breathing so that you didn't get out of breath and have to rest. This was something Pyro was good.
So, even though he had been at this for an hour. He still threw kicks, punches, combos, and counters at imaginary foes as strong and energetically as if he had just started working. But he was nearing the end of his routine now. Setting his feet he jumped and performed a spinning kick and than landed on one foot. Lifting the other at about face level in a straight snap kick. He retracted the leg and lightly brought it to the ground. With a smile of satisfaction he brought his feet together and did a small bow to signall the end of his workout.
Wiping an arm over his brow he picked up his discarded shirt and made his way to the fountain. He needed something cold to help cool him down. He reached the fountain to see two Slytherin girls already there. One appeared to be younger than him, the other looked to be in his year. Although he didn't want to listen he caught onto their conversation as he dunked his shirt into the fountain and than used it to cool off his body. He couldn't help but remember that he had thought about the same thing back in his thrid year. He stepped up beside the two girls.
"Well, the only way we are ever going to fully get the mudbloods away is for the wizard community to take a stand and purge their bad blood forever. But there are way to many goody goodies and muggle lovers in the miinistry for that to happen." He sighed and drapped his shirt over his shoulders. "Any action against muggles and you'll be branded as a follower of Voldemort and be jammed into Azkaban before you can even say 'Quidditch.'"
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Post by aleatha on Oct 24, 2006 3:34:38 GMT
Aleatha admired the bare skin of the young man as he ran his now dripping shirt over it, leaving streaks of water across his naked flesh.
That was a delicious thought, and a delicious looking specimen, even with the girly hairstyle, but his politics weren't exactly her style.
"Really?" she asked, sounding naive. "So that means you're not follower then?"
Her eyes flicked open for a moment, allowing him a glimpse of the clear blue orbs that she normally kept veiled from general viewing. Then, Aleatha lowered her lashes once more as she turned her attention to the water in the fountain, dropping her hand into it and watching the eddies it made as it drifted back and forth.
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