Post by Padme Rendel S2 on Sept 14, 2005 21:55:15 GMT
Padme sulked through the corridors. She hadn't realized until now how much mudblood filth there really was. They lurked in the halls, acting like they really belonged! Padme felt utterly surprised with revulsion when she saw this. Their stench wafted most certaintly through the hall, making Padme wrinkle her nose slightly as she walked past their knit-tight group. She liked how close they stood though, it made her feel somewhat superiour to them. They could have just been saying their own little bloody secret or something that Padme didn't understand, but she perfered the way she thought. After all, she was the one with the brains, not them. She held her head high as she sighted another just around the bend. My God! She couldn't believe how many there were. Next to Slytherins, they were like a sunami, slowly washing away the last of the purebloods. Padme would not allow herself to float in their filthy waters! Or get carried away! The thought made a shudder run down her spin and she shifted her shoulder-bag neatly so it wasn't so heavy on her right shoulder. Her skirt was slightly wrinkled, which she would surely fix when she dropped her bag off in the common room. Which, by then, many more mudbloods would be in sight. She would have looked at the ground, if that wouldn't have made her look like she was afraid. Instead, she glared at them with a passion of hate. She loathed their very hair, eyes, how they talked, not just their blood. She would break their necks if she had the power. Instead, she did utterly nothing. She was powerless. She didn't know enough spells to be a true threat. She glared at the littlest one in the group, but what really riled her was how they ignored her! She was no common stranger! She was a...pureblood! Whatever way you looked at it, she was purest of pure, the worthy. Even with her current....problems, she was still Padme Rendel and she wouldn't lose that name just because of her idiot mother.
Her small heels clicked against the stone as she finally reached the dungeon. It was cold and dreary and the slow rythmetic sound of water dropping was heard. It matched her slow heartbeat, which was now beating with pride of belonging. She belonged here, in the cold, unwelcoming dungeon. How she loved to live in a place that fit her personality! She clicked down the hall, around a ben, until she reached the entrance to the common room. She was allowed entry and she went on inside quickly. No matter how much in love she was with her living quarters, her body longed for the breeze against her tan skin. This was yet another thing that seperated her and the other Slytherin girls her age. Her skin texture. They were so pale and intimidating, while she was tan from hours in the sun. She loved to swim, run, paint and much more while the other girls did ferminine things. She loathed being different, but if that meant she would change herself to fit in, she wouldn't do it! She liked the way she was, and that was the only thing that mattered. She set her bag down roughly on the floor, not bothering to unload its contents. It was useless to do so anyway. She would be back at night to get some shut-eye before she proceeded to class the next day. She had done well today. She had even enjoyed it some but that compared nothing to how Potions would be. She could hardly wait until that respectable class bounded into her path to becoming the most powerful witch in the world. She was hungry for power, but then again, who wasn't? Only the nit-wits and the parasites, like the mudbloods and half-breeds. Half bloods were included with all mudbloods. Bad, stupid, disgustingly bile. It was almost impossible for her to get her thoughts of their horrid faces, that looked almost please with themselves! The increduilty of it! Are they happy to be here? Or they glad they have at least something of a witch or wizard in them? Padme would dearly love to wipe those jubilant smiles of their faces. She side-stepped a person coming in before walking out into the dungeon again, seeking for the outdoors with a longing that could surpass her hatred for the vile things that shared her school.
The courtyard dazzled her eyes at first. The stone tiling was magnificant in the sunlight. They sparkled all different colors and danced to music. The chairs were set neatly near the spindly tables. There were benches along the edge, next to a small garden. In the four corners were small fountains. The gush of water could be heard. The four fountains, however, could be nothing compared to the middle, biggest fountain. Its water gleamed int the sunlight just like the stones, the water looked clean and sparkled happily as it fell to the base. Padme took this all in, her skin sucking up the sunshine with a wild thirst. The outdoors was really a wondeful place. If only the Slytherin girls could realize this. She tucked a stray strand of brown hair behind her ear as she suddenly felt intimidated. She was small, so small, next to the fountain and the people that sat at the tables. With their long legs and big bodies, she could hardly feel welcome at all. It came to no surprise that she didn't see a person there out of Slytherin. She picked a chair closest to the magnificant fountain, loving the sound of water hitting the end of the fountain. Beautiful just wasn't the right word to fit Padme's idea of the courtyard. Maybe even majastic. Or maybe, she was imagining things. She had wanted outside to see the grounds that people talked about so excitedly so much, she had figeted badly in her last classes. How the others could just sit there with no thought at all, she couldn't figure out. Sometimes she felt like she was too different, but that thought was soon washed away by seeing the mudbloods again. They were too different. They deserved a different school. Hogwarts belonged to the thrifty Slytherins, not the stupid Gryffindors or horrid Hufflepuffs or the know-it-all Ravenclaws. If only the Headmaster agreed. Padme began to grow warm so she cast off her clock, putting it over the back of the chair. Her plan green shirt clearly embolized her true identity. She lounged in the chair after fixing her shirt and skirt so it had no visible wrinkles. She forgot about everything; the big people sitting feet away from her, the mudbloods and half-bloods. She lost herself in the warm glow of sunlight until someone brought her roughly back to reality.
((I'm sorry if the Courtyard doesn't look like I described. It's what I think it looks like, so I just wrote it.
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Her small heels clicked against the stone as she finally reached the dungeon. It was cold and dreary and the slow rythmetic sound of water dropping was heard. It matched her slow heartbeat, which was now beating with pride of belonging. She belonged here, in the cold, unwelcoming dungeon. How she loved to live in a place that fit her personality! She clicked down the hall, around a ben, until she reached the entrance to the common room. She was allowed entry and she went on inside quickly. No matter how much in love she was with her living quarters, her body longed for the breeze against her tan skin. This was yet another thing that seperated her and the other Slytherin girls her age. Her skin texture. They were so pale and intimidating, while she was tan from hours in the sun. She loved to swim, run, paint and much more while the other girls did ferminine things. She loathed being different, but if that meant she would change herself to fit in, she wouldn't do it! She liked the way she was, and that was the only thing that mattered. She set her bag down roughly on the floor, not bothering to unload its contents. It was useless to do so anyway. She would be back at night to get some shut-eye before she proceeded to class the next day. She had done well today. She had even enjoyed it some but that compared nothing to how Potions would be. She could hardly wait until that respectable class bounded into her path to becoming the most powerful witch in the world. She was hungry for power, but then again, who wasn't? Only the nit-wits and the parasites, like the mudbloods and half-breeds. Half bloods were included with all mudbloods. Bad, stupid, disgustingly bile. It was almost impossible for her to get her thoughts of their horrid faces, that looked almost please with themselves! The increduilty of it! Are they happy to be here? Or they glad they have at least something of a witch or wizard in them? Padme would dearly love to wipe those jubilant smiles of their faces. She side-stepped a person coming in before walking out into the dungeon again, seeking for the outdoors with a longing that could surpass her hatred for the vile things that shared her school.
The courtyard dazzled her eyes at first. The stone tiling was magnificant in the sunlight. They sparkled all different colors and danced to music. The chairs were set neatly near the spindly tables. There were benches along the edge, next to a small garden. In the four corners were small fountains. The gush of water could be heard. The four fountains, however, could be nothing compared to the middle, biggest fountain. Its water gleamed int the sunlight just like the stones, the water looked clean and sparkled happily as it fell to the base. Padme took this all in, her skin sucking up the sunshine with a wild thirst. The outdoors was really a wondeful place. If only the Slytherin girls could realize this. She tucked a stray strand of brown hair behind her ear as she suddenly felt intimidated. She was small, so small, next to the fountain and the people that sat at the tables. With their long legs and big bodies, she could hardly feel welcome at all. It came to no surprise that she didn't see a person there out of Slytherin. She picked a chair closest to the magnificant fountain, loving the sound of water hitting the end of the fountain. Beautiful just wasn't the right word to fit Padme's idea of the courtyard. Maybe even majastic. Or maybe, she was imagining things. She had wanted outside to see the grounds that people talked about so excitedly so much, she had figeted badly in her last classes. How the others could just sit there with no thought at all, she couldn't figure out. Sometimes she felt like she was too different, but that thought was soon washed away by seeing the mudbloods again. They were too different. They deserved a different school. Hogwarts belonged to the thrifty Slytherins, not the stupid Gryffindors or horrid Hufflepuffs or the know-it-all Ravenclaws. If only the Headmaster agreed. Padme began to grow warm so she cast off her clock, putting it over the back of the chair. Her plan green shirt clearly embolized her true identity. She lounged in the chair after fixing her shirt and skirt so it had no visible wrinkles. She forgot about everything; the big people sitting feet away from her, the mudbloods and half-bloods. She lost herself in the warm glow of sunlight until someone brought her roughly back to reality.
((I'm sorry if the Courtyard doesn't look like I described. It's what I think it looks like, so I just wrote it.
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