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Post by lexocity on Mar 25, 2011 0:02:53 GMT -5
It was a lazy monday morning at Hogwarts. The beautiful weather lead the Great Hall to have a clear blue sky ceiling, the candles hung, unlit, since the sun warmed the room, as well as lit it. Perfect for a quiddich match, Kiran thought as she entered the hall, eyes to the sky. Though her uniform was 'regulation' with a few minor changes in the name of style.
On her feet were a pair of black, Lanvin flats, blending into the black knee socks that covered her calves. On her bottom half, her skirt, basic black hung slightly shorter then her fingertips, The blonde's button down oxford shirt was oversized as if it did not belong to her. With a blazer in her arms, and a black bag with gold details on her shoulder, she sat down at the Gryffindor table, her messy loose bun held back by a a gold headband. Kiran rocked the messy rockstar rolled out of bed look today, and she owned it. She knew she'd get into trouble for skirt length, and for a non regulation uniform, but it was worth it. She scanned the table for something good as she played with the four rings on her left hand ring finger.
She didn't need to lie and say she wasn't lonely, she was. But no one was like her, no one understood, as she stabbed a piece of grapefruit, she surveyed the tables, one last time... she was a rare breed.
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Post by fleur on Mar 25, 2011 0:40:10 GMT -5
It was early morning when Fleur woke in the Beauxbaton carriages. As usual she was one of the first girls up. She would loved to have slept in until noon if given the chance, but as it was she had classes that she needed to attend later on.
She took her time in the shower, before changing into her required school uniform. Over the years she grew quite fond of the uniform. After coming to Hogwarts and seeing the drab clothing choices of the Hogwarts and Durmstrang student (though Viktor’s cloak was quite warm) she was happy to were the blue attire that was a tad overdone. Generally, Fleur would leave her hair tied back in a quick ponytail or an extravagant bun since coming to Hogwarts however she often left her long blonde locks down. Often flicking her hair when she realized the eyes of the male population glued to her.
As she stepped out of the carriage the cold morning air sent a shiver down her spine. Despite the brightly gazing sun the air chilled her through the flimsy material of her school robes. If she did what her body was telling her she would of ran into the great hall to find the warmth that it offered. However, Fleur knew that she wouldn’t look very graceful or attractive running in her ballet like shoes. Instead she walked up the rough stone pathway, making sure not to trip over the few stabs of stone that seemed to have shifted out of position over the centuries since the school was built. She passed the empty courtyard and up the stone steps into the entrance hall and followed soon after into the Great Hall. She sighed as the he washed over her debating weather to sit with the Ravenclaw’s like usual, or one of the other houses.
Fleur looked toward the Slytherin table, looking to see if she could spot Viktor. He wasn’t there however. Slightly disappointed she made her way down the length of the Gryffindor table, sitting across a girl whom she didn’t know. “’ello.” Was all Fleur said as she set about pouring herself some tea.
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Post by lexocity on Mar 25, 2011 7:56:31 GMT -5
Kiran found herself in a thick malaise. She played with her food, scraping the fruit in different directions across her plate. She barely noticed that someone sat down across from her, and started pouring tea. Kiran often was in her own head, analyzing information about her own life, and what was in store for her. She thought about whom she should set her sights on. She pondered tomorrows outfit choice. And lastly, she always wondered how long it would be before she was told to change. 'ello'. Kiran jumped an whipped her head up. the blond curls that were pulled into her bun shook, Her cat-eye-lined eyes scanned for the source of the diologue- girl across from her. A Beauxbatons girl, slightly older then herself. The teen smiled, nodded, and gave her a once over.
Like all the Beauxbaton Droids, she wore the baby blue pretentious uniform, that just so happened to match Kiran's eyes. She gave her a half smile, and then went back to her plate. "Hello" she said crossing her legs at the ankle. She looked over the blond once more, and figured it was ok, the girl was almost as good looking as her, it was ok to associate with her. "I'm Kiran, Kiran Bloom" Kiran extended her right hand. Her red nails gleamed from the light. "And you are?"
To be honest, Kiran didn't really care about her name, but her light smile gave air that she did. What Kiran wanted to know was this girls M.O. What did she want, what did she need. Kiran looked directly into the girls blues, to drive it home. She wasn't going to use some crappy 'welcome to hogwarts' line, no, she needed something slicker...
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Post by fleur on Mar 25, 2011 8:21:33 GMT -5
Fleur brought the steaming cup of tea to her lips, taking a small sip as she looked the girl over. To her the girl seemed some what similar to herself. Of course Fleur already noticed several flaws about the girl. However, Fleur could be polite every now and again and refused to say anything. Instead she gave the girl a small smile.
Fleur extended her hand to shake the other girls. Kiran, she said her name was. It wasn’t something that sounded all too pleasant. She couldn’t help but think why a parent would give their child such an odd name. “Fleur Delacour,” She replied, before releasing the other girl’s hand. “It is a pleasure…” Despite her better instincts she didn’t leave the conversation there. “You don’t zink zat your attire is a little to…desperate looking?” She said wrinkling her nose and taking another sip of tea.
The hard glare the girl was giving her had not affected her what so ever. Fleur was use to these kinds of looks from other girls. Jealous. At least that’s what she thought, and of course they had every right too be. Fleur thought that she herself was absolutely stunning. If she were to look at herself in a mirror she would see nothing wrong with her.
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Post by lexocity on Mar 25, 2011 8:45:28 GMT -5
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A grin came across Kiran's face. Kiran knew her skirt was a little bit on the shorter side. But it was not at all desperate. She was fully covered. Her socks up to her knees, like every other Hogwarts girl, her legs were long though, on her five seven frame. "At least I have the legs to pull it off, oh, and jealousy looks good on you" The blond bit into a peice of honeydew on her fork, and chewed politely. Inez, her house elf had drilled manners into her while growing up. She knew exactly what fork was for what, and how to use each setting. She also had immaculate grace under pressure.
Sitting up straighter, Kiran, who was very materialistic, looked for the girls bag. seeing a lack of one, she grinned. Her bag was gorgeous, soft Marc Jacobs leather. The best leather in the world was used. Gliding her hand on it made her feel better. She'd always be more well off, and financially stable. Tilting her head slightly to the left, she pursed her lips, Kiran wasn't offended the least bit. When girls acted out, it was a sign of jealousy, and jealousy was a girls best friend.
"Anything else?" Kiran asked, her look blank and unscathed by Fleur's 'desperate' comment. Kiran wasn't at all desperate. She had style. She was well kempt.
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Post by fleur on Mar 25, 2011 9:21:32 GMT -5
“Stupid girl, no man wants a woman who will tower over them. I’m petite and adorable. You on ze other hand look like part giant.” She gave the girl a small smile taking yet another sip of tea. Conversations like this were an everyday thing for Fleur. It didn’t throw her off though. In fact if she didn’t have a conversation of this nature at least a couple times a day she would be greatly worried.
“Girl, I ‘ave nothing to be jealous of. Do you see me? I am gorgeous. You ‘owever look just like ever other girl in zis room.” She flicked her blond locks before turning back to her cup of tea which had cold considerably. She took another minute to observe the girls attire. Noticing the jewelry and fancy bag the girl was carrying. She rolled her eyes and wished that she was in the company of somebody else, anyone would be better then a rich snob.
Fleur herself could be snobbish, but that was only when it came to her looks. Her family wasn’t rich, but they weren’t poor either. They lived comfortably like many other families and the Delacour’s always worked hard for what they got. Fleur despised people who were given everything without ever having to lift a finger.
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Post by lexocity on Mar 26, 2011 7:05:08 GMT -5
Kiran lifted one well groomed eyebrow. Was this girl nuts?! Kirans body was long and thin, just like many of the models of today. A smirk grew on her face. "Well, Pardon" Kiran sighed, utilizing what little French she knew. "I'm a model," she lied. "My Dads company, Bloom Factory Quiddich, has used me in all of their ads, and I've done Editorial Work in the states" That lie was easy to use. She had been in some of her father's ads, but no one would be able to get their hands on an American Vogue, "I leave school every fashion week"
Kiran knew this lie would have to be worked into a truth somehow. She'd make her father call every single one of his contacts. wraping a blond curl behind her ear, she grinned, "And I'm sure, your stumpy little legs would not be able to carry you down an Alexander McQueen runway" Kiran looked the girl dead in the eyes, her face unscathed by the lies she told. She was pretty good at lying. Her innocence made her go right under the radar, and she'd be free. As Kiran waited for the girls attack, she noticed something about her features. They were very similar to those of the girls her father dated once, then tossed like used kleenex. This girl was a veela! Kiran's eyes darted over the girl once more. "Oh, and genetics may be on your side, but i'm sure without it, your nothing."
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Post by fleur on Mar 26, 2011 23:52:22 GMT -5
“Would you like a medal? I see now why you’re sitting ‘ere all by yourself.” Fleur said sitting down her cup of tea. She eyed the girl suspiciously, but didn’t really care if she was a model or not. Especially for something as stupid as Quidditch. Fleur’s eyes darkened as Kiran had the audacity to call her legs ‘stumpy’. Who the hell did this girl think she was? “At least at ze end of ze day I ‘ave a personality to keep a man. You’re just an easy lay, not someone worthy to ‘ave a relationship with.” Fleur wrinkled her nose again, her face contorted with anger. While Fleur could be calm, sometimes her Veela side got the better of her. She hated anyone saying that her looks came from being a Veela. Her hand twitched towards her wand, but she was able to control herself. She stood, glaring at the girl her eyes brimming slightly with tears. “You are a ‘orrible girl!” She said, before turning on her heels and striding down the length of the hall.
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Post by lexocity on Mar 30, 2011 9:40:57 GMT -5
Kiran didn't think anything of this. She re crossed her legs at the ankles, and smiled. "not a very good one," Kiran remarked as the girl started to grow upset. It was lonely at the top, there was only room for one leader, one queen, everyone knew this, no one messed with the system. Kiran continued to effortlessly grin and then shrug, Seeing the girl named flower start to cry, a more permanent smile came to her face. This was great! "Don't be so sensitive" Kiran called after her, a big grin plastered across the flawless face. You needed a tough skin to run with Kiran's crowd. Sadly, no one could, keep up with the pretty blond, though, she had a plan of attack now. stabbing into a piece of a strawberry, her eyes narrowed and glanced across the room, it was time to really show what Hogwarts had to offer, what had been hidden behind books, in the dungeons, and where ever those Hufflepuffs hung out, It was time for Hogwarts to take a taste of the Kool-aid.
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