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Post by dominiquedelacour on Jun 15, 2010 5:44:38 GMT
i can‘t forget all the good [/font] TIMES I HAD WITH YOU[/font]  - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/font][/Right][/size] To be fair, Dominique had to say that she was looking very good considering. She always looked good, of course, but she thought that today she looked exceptionally beautiful. Her hair was perfectly straight, which was a rarity, and then there was the fact that her outfit had practically picked itself because it was so perfect. She wasn’t wearing her Eifel tower necklace today, changing it instead for a bow type necklace that matched her earrings. The dress was some sort of military style cut, with detail that made it beautiful. But what made it truly beautiful was of course the person wearing it. She could wear a bin bag and make it look good, or at least that’s what she thought. You see, Dom was eighth of a Veela making her very attractive to men, more so than usual, of course, but that wasn't the point. She was also very pretty herself, with blonde hair, blue eyes, and the looks of her mother, she was proud to look so much like her. Her mother was Gabrielle Delacour, and she was beautiful. Her hair always looked good and she had the talent for picking clothes that suited her to a T. She had of course passed this talent down to Dominique, and she couldn't help but be happy about that. She had also kind of passed on her French accent, but it had dwindled away slightly after Dom had spent time around all the kids with British accents.
But she still had the French accent in her, and it came out a lot when she was back home, or when she was flirting some times, because it would just slip out. She would also still include random French words in her speech, like swear words or 'oui' which was one of her favourites instead of 'yes'. she also said 'bonjour' if she was in a fantastically good mood, but other than that, most of her words were kind of British and boring. the odd French word did spice things up though, and kept conversation interesting. And as for flirting, yes she did love to flirt, one could usually tell by the way she battered her eyelashes or flicked her hair. they could also probably tell because of the army of boys that she had ready to do what she wanted. All she needed was to ask, and that was it. One could argue that she knew every boy in the school, but that wasn't strictly true. Okay, so she knew a fair few boys to keep her occupied when she wanted something fun to do, but she didn't know all of them, that was a bit much to claim! After all, not all boys were into blonds, but most boys were into Dominique, regardless of their usual preferences. There was actually only one guy who had ignored her charms, and that was because his mind was on his proposed marriage to Dom's friend. Not that she'd flirted with that Dalton boy, but she never usually needed to flirt at all, before the boys fell at her feet like carpets to protect her perfect heels that she was wearing.
Not to mention the perfect make up that she'd managed to apply well, with her skilled and practiced hand. She had been wearing make up ever since she was fourteen, and after two years and more of experience of applying it, she could safely say that she could apply eyeliner in the dark and manage to avoid poking herself in the eye. She had on today some light skin coloured eye shadow to match her dress, so it was like crème, but it shimmered and was pretty. And then there was mascara and eyeliner to make her eyes stand out and her already long eyelashes look longer. And then there was the slick of tinted lip-gloss that was just tinted enough to add more colour to her lips, whilst making them look fuller and plumper, and gorgeous as ever. Yes, she was looking good. But she had nothing to do, as her flirtatious friends were nowhere to be found. Sighing, she pushed herself up from the sofa in the common room and forced herself to head out of the dungeons and into the daylight. her first instinct was to go to the pitch, but her clothes were not appropriate, so she headed instead to the black lake, and found herself without a blanket.
Dom held out her wand, that she'd quickly retrieved from her bag, and summoned a blanket from the common room direction. She'd pictured the spare blanket that she had at the bottom of her bed for winter, when it got cold, and soon enough it flew into her outstretched hand. Smiling, she lay it out on the grass by the side of the water, and sat herself down on it, adjusting her dress and then leaning back on her arms for support, with her head tilted upward to take in some sun. Her eyes fluttered closed, but started to open again as she caught the soft crushing of grass that indicated someone approaching. Ah, company! At least the day seemed to be getting even better! [/blockquote] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/font][/Right][/size]
TAGGED tis open!
LYRICS forgetting you - elliott minor
CLOTHES here.
COUNT 886
NOTES seriously, I think I’m addicted to the Hangover.
It’s an awesome film. Not at the table, Carlos.
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Post by cassidynewbury on Jun 18, 2010 16:18:52 GMT
YOU HAD A BAD DAY ( Where is the moment we need the most? [/b][/size] )y o u • k i c k • u p • t h e • l e a v e s • a n d • t h e • m a g i c 's • l o s tthey tell me your blue skies, fade to grey.
they tell me your passion's gone away.
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Cassidy, for all intents and purposes, was not having a good day. She had woken up craving more sleep, failed at the attempt to get her hair looking somewhat decent and had after about seven different tries finally given up and thrown it up into a haphazard bun. Then, of course to add to how wonderful her day was going, she was reminded of all the school work and exams that were coming up and how she had yet to study for anything. Her remedial flying lessons were canceled for the afternoon. And, to top it all off. She had misplaced her necklace, if you could call it that, it really was just a silver chain with a ring slipped onto it. But, it was from her father and she wore it everywhere, it gave her a, somewhat silly but still real, sense of safety, like nothing bad was going to happen to her. And that morning while looking for it, she had almost burst into tears. She didn't of course, she had a reputation to keep up and crying was not a part of that reputation. Luckily, with the gracious help of some of the other girls in the dorm, she was able to find it before anyone else. Apparently some first-year had slipped it off her dresser the night before and put it into her jewelry box. Cassidy extremely upset, had threatened the girl up and down if she ever touched her things again, until the first-year left the room crying. Of course, after she calmed down, she felt a little bad for being so harsh, but she eased her guilt with the reasoning that the girl was a sneak and perhaps she had scared her straight.
After a long and rather stressful morning, Cassidy had decided to go out to the Black Lake and de-stress, maybe even have a bite to eat and just get away from everyone else at the school. She loved Hogwarts and most of the people in it. But, she had always been the sort of person who would benefit from time alone. Especially during high stress times. Actually, when she was highly stressed she did not benefit from alone time. She required alone time, lest she attack just about everyone who says anything to her. Having said that, she took one of the hallways that were typically empty towards the kitchen. She had been down there quite a few times during her stay at Hogwarts and had made friends with a few of the house elves. Unlike most people, Cassidy was willing to make friends with just about anyone who was open-minded. Of course that's not to say that she was friends with everyone. She was one of the most stubborn, opinionated people you would meet and if that rubs you the wrong way, you're destined to become enemies. Anyways, her mother had always taught her that being open to friendships from anyone would always come in handy for her. This was one of those times, she was received well by the kitchen staff and they let her have one or two pastries for her little trip out onto the grounds.
With her pastries wrapped up in a napkin and a book in tow, in case she got bored, she finally made her way out towards the lake. She followed a trail well known to her, to her favorite spot on the shore. She had been coming down here since her first-year. She still remembered her first time coming back to the lake after the ride to Hogwarts on the boats of course. One of the third years was scaring her fellow first years into believing there was some sort of lake monster in the lake and that anyone who had swam in the lake was never seen again. Cassidy, as skeptical as ever, had decided that he was wrong and told him s to his face. He bet her quite a sum of money that she wouldn't swim in it because she knew he was right. And Cassidy, once again, stubborn as ever, took him up on the bet. She jumped in the very same night of the bet, most of the first years and a few older students also watching. She swam for a good ten minutes and came out alive. Just like she had said. Although if anyone had taken a moment to notice, her eyes would show you that despite being happy about winning the wager, she was rather shaken up. She had seen something in the water and felt it brush past her. She had been sure it was going to attack her, but it did not. Since then she had been coming down to the lake, sometimes swimming, sometimes not and in her spare time she dug up research on the Black Lake and its inhabitants. Always wondering why the creature dragged her down.
As Cassidy got closer to the shore she noticed a figure down by the lake. The closer she got, the more details she noticed. Blonde, Slytherin, and an air as if she's the best thing this universe has seen. She sighed. This must be the infamous Dominique Delacour she had heard so much about. From her guy friends; admiring tales of her every movement and from her fellow girls: contempt and dislike for her better than you attitude and the fact that she was eating the Hogwarts guys alive. Cassidy had yet to form an opinion on her, seeing as she had not met her yet and could really care less about the local veela. But, now she would be forced to considering the girl was in her spot. “Hey!” she called out as she was not yet close enough to speak in a normal tone. “Is there any particular reason you chose this spot?” [/color] she asked hoping to avoid a conflict by simply getting her to move. [/size] • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •WORDS! 985 STATUS! complete NOTES! Longest post I've done in ages. haha. Hopefully it's not total crap. XD TAGS! Dominique INSPIRATION! Lost- Coldplay TEMPLATE CREDIT! Arro @ Caution 2.0PICTURE CREDIT![/blockquote][/color] |
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Post by dominiquedelacour on Jun 18, 2010 17:57:08 GMT
i can‘t forget all the good [/font] TIMES I HAD WITH YOU[/font] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/font][/Right][/size] Dominique had always been pretty. Her mother always commented on her looks, and although a certain charm did come from the fact that she was part veela, that wasn't the only thing that the boys liked. They liked how forward Dom could be, and how flirty. She never got embarrassed in front of men, and was always so confident. They loved the way that she could batter her eyelashes, and the way she flicked her hair. She loved the way that she could make men putty in her hands. It was a curse though, she did say, because it meant that many men followed her, and although some had never taken advantage of her, she knew that there was always that possibility. Many men were fascinated by the idea of being in possession of something, and that also included women. not 'in possession' meaning literally owning, but in possession meaning in control. She hated that, she liked being in control, and she liked the chase just as much. She would lead a man on, and then 'run away' and make him chase her, because when she led him on, she made him want her so much that he would go mad if he didn't chase her. and then when they did chase her for a while, she would fall back and let herself be caught, and then the game started again with someone different. it was this way that Dom had managed many of the men at Hogwarts, but after the chase ended, she lost all interest in them, and she was waiting for someone who could keep her interested. who he was, she did not know, but there had to be someone out there, surely.
Dominique hoped that one day she would find a man who piqued her interest and kept her wanting him, and then she could be with him and be happy, but until then she was happy floating around and catching as many men as she could, whilst still giving them the impression that they had caught her. You see, men liked to think that they win, and she gave them that idea every time. She made them think that she wouldn't be with them without some persuading, when she would, although the persuading made her feel good about herself because they usually involved grand gestures of 'love' or compliments about her looks. And she enjoyed compliments and praise, and they enjoyed winning, so it was like a win win situation, Oui! Yes, she did enjoy it so, and it was very funny when she made them blush and stumble over their words. Yes, she loved men, and she loved messing with their minds. They were so easy to read compared to women. Dominique heard someone calling and she turned around to see who it was. It wasn't a voice that she recognised, but unless it was a man, it rarely was. And it was a girl, who's name that she didn't know, or her purpose either. what was meant by that question? She chose that spot because it was vacant and close to the river. Dominique sat herself up straight and faced the girl with a slightly confused look on her face.
"Is there a reason why your asking why I chose this spot?" [/color] Dom asked back, not liking the slightly agitated tone of the girl. What was the matter with her? could she not see that Dominique was trying to enjoy the sun in peace, until a man came along to keep her company? Surely it wouldn't have taken much time either, but now that this girl was here, she doubted any man would approach for fear of interrupting. That was a shame really, as she was looking so good, and it was being wasted on company that would not appreciate the effort that it took to get her hair so straight, or her clothes to match so well, or her make up to go perfectly right. She didn't appreciate how she'd strived for an hour to pick out the shoes to match the outfit, and get her hair lovely and soft, and how much effort it actually took to brush her hair so well every night. Ahh this girl, she didn't understand the importance of that, with her hap hazard bun, she looked as if she'd just shoved her hair back out of the way. It was a shame really, as she was pretty, for what it was worth, and had she put some effort into her appearance then she could get any man that she wanted. within reason of course. "I'm sorry, can I help you?"[/color] Her voice was lacking in her thick French accent, although the undertones were still there. She'd adopted a more British one so that people could understand her easier, especially in class.[/font][/size][/justify][/blockquote] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/font][/Right][/size]
TAGGED tis open!
LYRICS forgetting you - elliott minor
CLOTHES here.
COUNT 805
NOTES seriously, I think I’m addicted to the Hangover. the post was great! <3
It’s an awesome film. Not at the table, Carlos.
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Post by cassidynewbury on Jun 21, 2010 15:22:08 GMT
YOU HAD A BAD DAY( Where is the moment we need the most? [/b][/size] )y o u • k i c k • u p • t h e • l e a v e s • a n d • t h e • m a g i c 's • l o s tthey tell me your blue skies, fade to grey.
they tell me your passion's gone away.
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Cassidy, despite common belief, did care about her appearance. Like any other girl, she liked to feel pretty, to know that she had other people's attention, and that they were hanging on her every word. When she was younger, that had been one of the many thrills she enjoyed but at a certain point, because of certain events that occurred, she realized that although it was fun for her to be able to manipulate others with her looks and quick wit. It was not fun for the people around her. So, over the years she grew up. Began to care less about her appearance and more about her personality. Of course she still loved to dress up and such and walk out of her room feeling like she looked perfect but she didn't use it. And it bothered her to see others do it. Of course, this gradual change in character alienated some of her old friends and made it harder for her to make friends with a lot of people her age because they were so into themselves. Only caring for what they want, when they want it and not how it affects anyone else. So Cassidy ended up some what of a loner, making her way through life sifting through all of the students around her for people who were more than skin-deep. Not only had her distaste for the shallow interfered with her ability to make friends it also boosted her ability to make enemies. That's not to say that she wasn't already able to make these before all that, but, the enemies she was making now were definitely more intense and less likely to go away.
When Cassidy had asked the question, she had already known what this girl's answer would be. Either she would reply that she had wanted the spot and no one was there when she arrived or she would reply with a question.. Either way, Cassidy could use her answer to benefit her argument that Dominique should move and allow her this spot, her spot. That is what Cassidy did, although it was mentioned earlier, that she did not like manipulating people, that was only partially true. She didn't like the idea of using her looks to manipulate people. Her wit was a completely different story. Looks were given to you at birth and whether you liked it or not, you were stuck with them you could try and adjust them with make-up and the like, but the natural beauties would always win-out, the make-up that makes you as pretty as them, would make them gorgeous. But anyone can have a quick wit. It was kind of like being an athlete. Raw talent is always a good thing but to be a good athlete all you have to do is practice and keep your body in shape. Same goes for your wit. So, when Cassidy got her way with a good argument rather than her looks, she didn't feel as if she'd cheated anyone, because she had worked for it.
Anyway, back to the moment, Cassidy as she had gotten closer to the girl she could feel her picking at her appearance. 'Of course, the day nothing goes right, I get analyzed by the beauty queen herself.' she thought already agitated by the fact that the thing that was supposed to be getting rid of her stress, would require her to triple her stress level. She saw the look on Delacour's face a sort of contempt. Probably caused by the fact that she wasn't some male come to fawn over her. Even though she was part veela, Dominique probably spent hours to get her look perfect and for what? To play with men's minds and get what she wanted before kicking them to the curb. Cassidy knew the rush well but now the thought that she had ever been like that made her sick. At the veela's question she slightly scoffed. 'Obviously there's a reason why would I have asked otherwise? And if you couldn't help me, I wouldn't be over here speaking with you' she thought but the words that came out of her mouth were , “Yeah. See, I come out here rather often to sit with my thoughts and get rid of stress and the like, “ she replied, deciding to be honest hoping that would catch her off guard and get her away quickly. “And it seems your in my favorite spot. And if there was no particular reason for you to choose this spot I was hoping you could move somewhere else, maybe down the shore aways or something. There's the same amount of sun and I'm sure your um male friends can see you just as well from there.” [/color] she added gesturing down the beach. Despite her agitation, she was being reasonable and she hoped Delacour picked up on that and left without a fight because Cassidy was most definitely not in the mood and they would most likely hate each other by the end of it. [/size] • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •WORDS! 842 STATUS! complete NOTES! Good. I haven't lost my touch then XD TAGS! Dominique INSPIRATION! Lost- Coldplay TEMPLATE CREDIT! Arro @ Caution 2.0PICTURE CREDIT![/blockquote][/color] |
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Post by dominiquedelacour on Jun 21, 2010 20:37:52 GMT
i can‘t forget all the good [/font] TIMES I HAD WITH YOU[/font] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/font][/Right][/size] she was asking her to move? how..how..ridiculously rude! i'm sorry but i didn't know that the school delegated spots on the ground to specific students [/color] her mind bit back, but she wasn't about to be mean to this girl because it looked as if she was having a tough day. oh, don't think that dominique was going to move from the spot that she had chosen, because she wasn't even thinking about it. in fact, she wasn't going to move on principle. dominique nodded pacifying, smiling at the girl. dominique didn't get everything she wanted because she asked for it, despite the popular consensus among the jealous girls, who envied dominique for her good looks, and the ability to have crowds of men gathering around her. no, she did have to be polite and such too, and she didn't always get told she could. for instance, back in france, she had kept a horse at the stable that was close to her house, and was able to ride it through orchards. when she had asked for a horse over here so that she may continue to ride, she was rebuked, when her stepfather assured her that as soon as she had left hogwarts she could have the horse, but he wasn't going to get her one because she would only ride it in the summer holidays and there really was no reason for it to be skulking around the rest of the time doing nothing, it wouldn't be fair on the animal. of course that was right, but they could hire someone to ride it, or rent the horse out whilst she was away, bringing in money and such, but he rebuked this idea to, so she didn't have a horse. she'd asked if they could move back to france too and they had said no, which was evil, as that was her home. of course, hogwarts was her home now too, because she much preferred the castle walls to the tense atmosphere that she experienced in his house. "ahh i know what you mean, yes, back home i have a space where i can actually think, away from baby cries"[/color] she joked, including some honesty, as she did have a place to go to get away from the cries of her two year old brother, who always seemed to be crying at silly times in the night. it was a stable, consequently, and it was not the best condition, but it was safe, and she'd stow away up there, where the hey would be kept, and read or listen to music, or whatever else she could to erase the crying sound from her mind and her memory. she wished that they could convert the stables for her, so that she could have her own little house separate from the main house, and she could have her piano there, and her reading section and her bed, and it would be lovely and pretty and hers. but she knew that this idea would get turned down too, dismissed because it wasn't safe or it would cost too much money. as if they didn't have enough, her mothers new husband seemed to have loads. ah, it was silly. "ah, well you see i am quite comfortable here, yes, but you are welcome to join me, there is room on this blanket if you would like to sit, but i am afraid that i do not wish to move"[/color] dominique returned, moving back into the position that she was in before being interrupted. she put her palms of her hand back down behind her on the blanket and raised her body slightly toward the sky, relaxing her head back to soak up the sun. why had she mentioned males? it wasn't all she wanted in life. she would be happy never to marry, and just to be able to have her own place where they didn't dictate what she couldn't do. [/font][/size][/justify][/blockquote] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/font][/Right][/size]
TAGGED tis open!
LYRICS forgetting you - elliott minor
CLOTHES here.
COUNT 658
NOTES shorter ): sorry about that! "Not at the table, Carlos."
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Post by cassidynewbury on Jun 23, 2010 15:35:16 GMT
YOU HAD A BAD DAY( Where is the moment we need the most? [/b][/size] )y o u • k i c k • u p • t h e • l e a v e s • a n d • t h e • m a g i c 's • l o s tthey tell me your blue skies, fade to grey.
they tell me your passion's gone away.
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As the words left her mouth, she realized that she probably sounded absolutely obnoxious. But at this point she didn't care. All she had wanted was some time in her spot. She didn't want an argument. And as awful as it may sound, she was used to getting what she wanted when she was upset. As an only child, she was spoiled. That's not to say she was spoiled rotten, but she never had to share her home or her toys or her parents. Well, actually, you could she 'shared' her father, but that's not the point. She grew up being the only one in need. The only one who required care and attention and the only one who could use her things. So once she felt like something was hers, she was often possessive and even bitchy when it came to other people that were where she thought she should be. Cassidy was an absolute sweetheart generally, but she was still learning how to share her stuff, especially when she was already upset so the fact that Dominique was sitting in her spot on possibly the worst day she had had the entire year and she was refusing to move.
When Dominique shared that she had the same kind of space back at her home, Cassidy smiled a little. She didn't know what it was like to have a little sibling but she had heard plenty from her mother about her crazy hours as a baby and how it would drive her crazy and the thought of making her mother that upset was slightly funny. However she quickly remembered that she wasn't chatting up a friend in class. She was trying to convince this girl to get out of her spot and let her be. As Dominique offered her a spot and dismissed Cassidy, she grew indignant. “Why the hell would I take a piece of a blanket when I could have the whole spot to myself?” she exclaimed. Most people wouldn't understand why she had an outburst but she was stressed and she wasn't being quite as rational as she normally would be.
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WORDS! 355
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NOTES! Gah. Short. Next post should be better
TAGS! Dominique
INSPIRATION! Lost- Coldplay
TEMPLATE CREDIT! Arro @ Caution 2.0
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Post by dominiquedelacour on Jun 23, 2010 19:31:29 GMT
i can‘t forget all the good [/font] TIMES I HAD WITH YOU[/font] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/font][/Right][/size] dominique was happy where she was. she had the right amount of sun, the right amount of heat, and the right amount of space. she was also in the vision of a few groups of boys, so she had something to look at, and someone to look at her. she had sun, attention, peace and space, so why should she move? she couldn't see a reason for her to move, as she doubted that she would find the same qualities on any other spot on the lake. yes, she doubted that the sun would move with her, keeping the same light and the same heat, and she was sure that should she move out of the eyes of the boys, they could not follow her, and then she would have lost that quality. and although there was plenty of space, the blanket had been laid perfectly, meaning that she was sitting comfortably and didn't want to move. in short, she could see no reasons for her to move, and she wasn't thinking about moving. no. she wasn't going to move. why would this girl think that she would? what would she have to gain by moving? nothing, no better views, no better heat, no better space, and no better comfort, so why should she go? she shouldn't. she was there first and this girl was just a nuisance.
dominique spoke softly and sweetly. "but you cannot have the whole spot to yourself because i am here, and was here before you." [/color] she returned with a sweet smile. she could tell that this girl didn't like the idea of sharing her space, and she had to admit that dominique didn't like the idea of anyone going into her space either, but that was different, that was her space, it wasn't a piece of grass or a bit of water, it was a building, with hay and books and comfort, and it was her sanctuary, but this was a public bit of grass, available for all the students to use. this girl had no claim over it, and dominique was going to teach her that she didn't get this space because it wasn't hers. and it wasn't. it wasn't a part of her home, or a place where she could be away from everyone. it wasn't somewhere where only she went, it was grass. it wasn't even a place, it was a spot, and she didn't own it. she didn't have the deeds to it, she didn't pay for it, and it wasn't hers, and dominique couldn’t see what would make this girl think that this bit of grass belonging to the school, was hers. [/font][/size][/justify][/blockquote] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/font][/Right][/size]
TAGGED tis open!
LYRICS forgetting you - elliott minor
CLOTHES here.
COUNT 443
NOTES shorter ): sorry about that!
CREDIT EMMA !?[/font] |
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Post by cassidynewbury on Jun 28, 2010 16:33:47 GMT
YOU HAD A BAD DAY( Where is the moment we need the most? [/b][/size] )y o u • k i c k • u p • t h e • l e a v e s • a n d • t h e • m a g i c 's • l o s tthey tell me your blue skies, fade to grey.
they tell me your passion's gone away.
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Why do I find this girl so infuriating? she thought. Normally she might be a little upset over losing her spot, but never this angry. With most people, it took a while to piss her off simply because she didn't enjoy being upset and she often wound up doing rash and stupid things when she was. She was just like her mother in that way. But, something about Dominique just rubbed her the wrong way. Whether it was the accent that flip-flopped between thick and hardly noticeable with a flip of a switch or the fact that she keeps up this false image of her being perfect and living a perfect life. It didn't matter, this girl had made a mistake, she had pissed off a girl who a) had a temper b) had a superb memory and c) held a grudge longer than anyone she knew. Any chance of them being at least cordial to each other were out of the window and Cassidy doubted she'd even recognize this girl's existence again. That's what Dominique got off on anyway. Attention.
Cassidy knew, as soon as she saw Dominique in her spot, that the likelihood of her getting her spot back was about a million to one. Honestly, there had been no point in her even coming down to demand her spot back anyway. She supposed she could hex her, but Cassidy was not about to get into trouble over something so silly. All of a sudden, she felt ridiculous, she was wasting her time and effort trying to get this girl to move when she could have just sat around and waited for her to leave or come back later. Sometimes Cassidy was much too stubborn for her own good. This was obviously one of those times. As she thought about it, she probably had only gone down there because she knew that speaking with Dominique would stress her out more, but this time, Cassidy would have someone to blame for it. As Dominique explained to her exactly why she couldn't have the spot, Cassidy grimaced, 'Bloody hell. She's talking to me as if I were a toddler.' She had had enough, and was actually trying to figure out how much detention she could get for hexing the girl right then. Perhaps making her hair turn green or even have it fall out, there had to be a spell for that.... But, sadly, her better judgment got the best of her. “I hope you get eaten by a grindylow.” she said simply before storming off. As soon as the words left her lips she felt childish, but it was too late to take them back. She went back and forth between being upset and feeling absolutely silly over what had just happened and from feeling like she wouldn't forget what had happened and wishing it had never happened in the first place as she made her way back towards the castle.
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WORDS! 493
STATUS! complete
NOTES! I know it's rather abrupt, but it felt right. lol
TAGS! Dominique
INSPIRATION! Lost- Coldplay
TEMPLATE CREDIT! Arro @ Caution 2.0
PICTURE CREDIT!
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