Post by pipintan on Mar 16, 2015 20:52:46 GMT -5
(Heart only, s'il vous plaît! ✿)
"This girl's got me falling in love
And out of my mind
My heart is racing, I'm out of breath
And I'm wasting my time
She's looking at me like she's never seen me running round her head, oh yeah
So will you dance with me,
Or do I have to show you how to love instead?"
Tess pulled her legs closer to herself, flicking her book open, as she sat in the window seat of the Library. Her eyes scanned the page, before she flipped a couple pages further into the book, and with a soft sigh, she settled against the pillows lining the little walls of the window seat, and began fully reading.
It was an easy thing to say that Tess was beautiful -- it seemed that Hogwarts had attracted quite a number of beautiful people in the past couple years --, though there was a sort of haunting beauty to her; her cheeks were sharp, contrast to the plush and pillowy softness usual of a female. Her eyes were a dull green and a large nose was squashed between them. Her hair was a soft brown, straightened to perfection. And yet, despite the makeup she wore, there didn't seem to be a real effort to try and make herself pretty; there was an air around her that said "I-know-I'm-beautiful-so-what-are-you-going-to-do-about-it?"; this was almost like a taunt to the other girls, an encouragement to fight; her wand was seated next to her, ready to grab at any moment.
She was reading a book of incantations for ailments and when she found something truly interesting, she scribbled it down on a parchment near her feet. This was bound to help her sometimes, not everyone needed to be blasted away, sometimes a slower process was for the best, to see how well her opponent fought. That is what a Slytherin does, try and test their opponent, right...?
Yes, Tess was a Slytherin, a fifth year in fact. There wasn't a radiation of irritation towards other people or a hunched shoulder to try and make sure no one came over to talk to her; she sat openly and she would occasionally lift her head from her book and give the students who started to trickle in to work on their homework a small smile and a wave. She seemed as gentle as a typical Hufflepuff and seemed as book smart as a Ravenclaw. The only thing that set her in Slytherin was the gleam she got when she came across a new spell. Obviously she would never test a spell she didn't know of on a student; all the more to use it on those irritating pricks of Gryffindor when she figured out what the spell did.
Finally, she seemed to grow weary of the book, as she set it on the ground, took another one sitting beside her hip, opened it up, and started reading the new book. There neither seem a moment of wanting to stop as she continued making notes of the spells nor an acknowledgement of the time.
"This girl's got me falling in love
And out of my mind
My heart is racing, I'm out of breath
And I'm wasting my time
She's looking at me like she's never seen me running round her head, oh yeah
So will you dance with me,
Or do I have to show you how to love instead?"
Tess pulled her legs closer to herself, flicking her book open, as she sat in the window seat of the Library. Her eyes scanned the page, before she flipped a couple pages further into the book, and with a soft sigh, she settled against the pillows lining the little walls of the window seat, and began fully reading.
It was an easy thing to say that Tess was beautiful -- it seemed that Hogwarts had attracted quite a number of beautiful people in the past couple years --, though there was a sort of haunting beauty to her; her cheeks were sharp, contrast to the plush and pillowy softness usual of a female. Her eyes were a dull green and a large nose was squashed between them. Her hair was a soft brown, straightened to perfection. And yet, despite the makeup she wore, there didn't seem to be a real effort to try and make herself pretty; there was an air around her that said "I-know-I'm-beautiful-so-what-are-you-going-to-do-about-it?"; this was almost like a taunt to the other girls, an encouragement to fight; her wand was seated next to her, ready to grab at any moment.
She was reading a book of incantations for ailments and when she found something truly interesting, she scribbled it down on a parchment near her feet. This was bound to help her sometimes, not everyone needed to be blasted away, sometimes a slower process was for the best, to see how well her opponent fought. That is what a Slytherin does, try and test their opponent, right...?
Yes, Tess was a Slytherin, a fifth year in fact. There wasn't a radiation of irritation towards other people or a hunched shoulder to try and make sure no one came over to talk to her; she sat openly and she would occasionally lift her head from her book and give the students who started to trickle in to work on their homework a small smile and a wave. She seemed as gentle as a typical Hufflepuff and seemed as book smart as a Ravenclaw. The only thing that set her in Slytherin was the gleam she got when she came across a new spell. Obviously she would never test a spell she didn't know of on a student; all the more to use it on those irritating pricks of Gryffindor when she figured out what the spell did.
Finally, she seemed to grow weary of the book, as she set it on the ground, took another one sitting beside her hip, opened it up, and started reading the new book. There neither seem a moment of wanting to stop as she continued making notes of the spells nor an acknowledgement of the time.
