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Post by antara on Jan 5, 2011 18:42:02 GMT -5
Anyone can join :] And yeah, you have permission for your character to have seen her changing.
Antara had wandered outside of the castle. She had time to kill, and she walked the grounds aimlessly, her thoughts slipping to Larissa.
I know I love her. I know I want her. But my life was so good before her. Now it's a mess. If I'd never met her, I wouldn't be here I'd be home. I should forget her. I need to. She's a muggleborn- a, a mudblood. Oh god, how can I think that way? She's Larissa, I love her. But still...
Antara sighed, shaking out her hair. She wished she could just clear her mind, forget. Her eyes slid to her Firebolt. Of course.
Realizing she was wearing a skirt, she frowned. Feeling desperate to fly, she looked around. She didn't see anyone. Trusting the darkness and the shadows to conceal her if anyone came by, she dropped her luggage, and stepped out of her shoes. She placed her necklace in her purse. Shifting through her suitcase, she pulled out a pair of plain jeans and a fitted purple t-shirt.
She slid the skirt off and removed her shirt. She paused for a moment, the cool air on her toned body, covered in only underwear and a bra, feeling wonderful. Coming to her senses, she changed into the jeans and shirt quickly.
She knew she'd taken a risk, but it felt so worth it once she mounted the broom and was in the air. She circled the pitch as fast as she could, the air rushing past so fast that she couldn't think.
Perfect.[LT:Muse - The Resistance]
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Post by Sorena Emily Flint on Jan 8, 2011 14:44:24 GMT -5
Yeah here we go for the hundredth time, Hand grenade pins in every line
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Throw 'em up and let something shine, Going out of my fucking mind[/color][/font]
Sorena only laughed as she came stumbling out of the Slytherin locker room. Her long dark hair was straightened and almost stringy giving her a dark appearance and her makeup was flawless. She wore a pair of dark fitted jeans and a red shirt that revealed on of her milky shoulders in the moonlight. She laughed walking backwards as a tall dark handsome Slytherin boy followed her with a grin. He grabbed a hold of her and bit her shoulder playfully causing her to laugh and playfully push him away once more with a serious look.
“Would you get out of here already!” she smirked and watched the boy return her look before darting off. Sora had realized to stay safe within her house and family that she needed to maintain a certain reputation among them. She sighed and let her head fall back looking up into the night sky when her eyes caught sight of a fast circling object above her. Her grin faded and she watched the broom circling the pitch. Her eyes couldn’t focus on the person seeing only a blur as it passed.
A thought raced through her head and she smirked pulling out her wand and aiming it up in to the sky in the very middle of the person circling the pitch. With a muttered word red sparks shot up between the circle that was being made and exploded into a bang of fireworks. Sora laughed light heartily and waved upwards at the person on the flying stick. She cocked her head to the side cutely waiting for the person to come down and keep her occupied.
Shotgun opera lock and load, Cock it back and then watch it go
[/color][/font] Mama help me I've been cursed, Death is rolling in every verse
[/color][/font] [words] - 273[Lyrics]- Bleed it out by Linkin Pard[Template credit] - Goes to Ms. Davenport of Caution[Tags]- WHo ever!!![Wearing]- this
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Post by antara on Jan 9, 2011 23:48:26 GMT -5
Antara's mind was completely blank as she circled the pitch. It was like meditation, the way it put her at peace. She let out a small scream as something like a firework went off a meter away from her, violently pulling her into reality. She looked down and saw a girl waving. There was something familiar about her... Antara gasped.
"Sorena!" she squealed, landing and running to hug her old friend. "Why aren't you at Beauxbatons? I thought I wouldn't see anyone I knew! But, I'm glad, obviously, that you're here." Antara smiled at her friend for a moment before a thought hit her. "But Sorena... my dad found out about Larissa and I. He was furious- threatening her, threatening me. He switched me to Hogwarts. He said I had to start again, pretend to be straight, get involved with a guy. Sorena, please don't tell anyone that I'm gay. He'll hurt me, he'll hurt Larissa. Please."
Antara backed up, staring at her friend with wide, pleading eyes.
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Post by Sorena Emily Flint on Jan 10, 2011 20:38:00 GMT -5
Yeah here we go for the hundredth time, Hand grenade pins in every line
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Throw 'em up and let something shine, Going out of my fucking mind[/color][/font]
Sora’s arms closed around her old friend with a grin and rocked back and forth a moment before pulling back. She hadn’t expected to see Antara here but mysteries never cease. She had already seen a number of girls who had been at Beauxbatons from the popular socialite, Amara Alexia to the school’s sexy loner, Drucilla Caley but never would she have expected to find Antara especially this far away from her girlfriend.
“You’d be really surprised about who you’ll see around here. Landon’s here too! Marcus is out of Azkaban so he scooped Landon and I up and now here we are!” she said full of enthusiasm. Most people knew that Sorena wasn’t a fan of her father except for him of course. She always called him dad when he was around and Marcus to anyone else. She wasn’t to keen on her brother and his antics either but she at least could stand being in the same room as him. Hearing about Antara’s father finding out about her and her girlfriend, she tucked a stray hair behind her ear and gasped.
“Oh no. What are you going to do?” she asked concerned remembering just how much they liked each other. Her father was similar to Sorena’s in the sense that pureblood was pureblood, you had to marry rich and capable men that they approved of and such and such. Sora watched closely to comfort her friend if the need be.
Shotgun opera lock and load, Cock it back and then watch it go
[/color][/font] Mama help me I've been cursed, Death is rolling in every verse
[/color][/font] [words] - 242[Lyrics]- Bleed it out by Linkin Pard[Template credit] - Goes to Ms. Davenport of Caution[Tags]- WHo ever!!![Wearing]- this
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