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 Posted: Tue Nov 05, 2013 12:11 am
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Posted: Tue Nov 05, 2013 12:53 am
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  Blood Status: Muggleborn
Wand: Inflexible//13 inches//Laurel//Dragon Heartstring
Current Age: 12
Year at Hogwarts: 2nd year
Height: 5'3"
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Location: Bonfire [Wearing:[ Fall Attire] Company: Those at the Bonfire
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And we started a party...
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Ronna chuckled at Victor's surprise, honestly she was a bit surprised by the crowd too, but the live music was lovely. And even though she was by far not an expert or even a novice with music she recognized the good tone of the violin that Victor brought out with his playing.
"You started a party," She joked, "Everyone came over to hear you play. It was a treat to hear though. I'm glad I asked."
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Posted: Tue Nov 05, 2013 9:55 am
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Posted: Tue Nov 05, 2013 10:56 am
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You o f f e n d my D E L I C A T E little sensibilities....
Del Rey smiled wryly, one pale brow arched in amusement at the younger blonde's actions. Running a hand through his hair, he responded in mock-exasperation, playing along. "I suppose it would be best," he sighed, sounding exaggeratedly resigned to his 'fate.' However, the sigh quickly morphed into a smile as the Borson nodded in agreement. "You did, didn't you?" he asked- - - rhetorically. "And of course I will. It's the least I can do after that," Del admitted, looking sheepish. He was the elder one- - - he should have been more responsible-alert-not-so-distracted. "Are you here on your own?" the Borson asked, a little bit worried when he finally noticed the lack of anyone really paying attention to the other blonde.
.... My sexy blonde (and delicate!) N A T U R I S T sensibilities.
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Posted: Tue Nov 05, 2013 11:15 am
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Posted: Tue Nov 05, 2013 2:57 pm
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You o f f e n d my D E L I C A T E little sensibilities....
Nodding solemnly in understanding, Del Rey listened attentively as the young German, he assumed, from the inflections in his speech as he answered the question. "I see," Del Rey replied. Putting on a smile, the Borson did his best to look as cheerful as possible in order to comfort the- - - or reassure, at the very least- - - the smaller blonde. "Well, that is a pity," he remarked, turning to the other. "But that's okay, yeah? I'll stay with you for the rest of the festival," he assured, accompanying the words with a small smile. As he addressed the boy's latter question, Del began to bite his finger again, thinking. "Hmm, I can't say I know all too much about what and where everything is here. I only know the bonfire," he said apologetically, gesturing to the roaring flames behind them. "It's up to you where we're going to go. How about we go explore the place for a while and if we find something you want to go to, we'll go there, yeah?" Del Rey resisted the urge to mess up his hair- - - the younger was so cute.
.... My sexy blonde (and delicate!) N A T U R I S T sensibilities.
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Essy ze Ninja Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Nov 05, 2013 3:20 pm
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𝕾inger and 𝕾ongwriter, 𝕬thena 𝕱ae
The music slowed to a peaceful stop, and the hum of conversation bubbled up in caustic waves. She smiled ever so politely, clapped her hands gently along with the others in congratulations to the dancing girl and the young violinist. She sighed, happily content with where she sat as she crossed her legs and gazed about at the children all around. Her daughter would be here soon, she was sure of it…
Or she hoped anyway, there never was telling with her little Elizabeth—or Cersei—as she preferred. It was her great grandmother’s name, she never thought that her daughter would become so taken to it, especially once her father had moved away all of those years ago. A humming growl reverberated deep in her throat; this wasn’t the time or place to dwell on such dark thoughts. She chastised herself, straightened her posture and realigned that smile to shine just right. This would be a perfect evening, she was sure of it…
♫ Her voice--♪ Diane Burke, Divorced-----♪ Full Blooded Veela-------- ♫ Bonfire ------------♪ Sitting by the Fire ----------------♬ ♪ ♫ ♪ |
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Posted: Tue Nov 05, 2013 4:02 pm
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"The violin plays a soft melody,
as my mind starts to feel ease.
Let the music wash over my soul,
make my mind pure and whole.
Let me be renewed."
Victor tilted his head as Del kept talking to the other male, confused heavily.
What did he miss while he was playing?
At the mention of playing together more often Victor just tilted his head again, "Umm..." It was then Ronna spoke up and explained what happened, "A party?" This was a festival but...apparently something happened and people came to listen?
To him?
That couldn't be true, he played violin yes, but he wasn't deserving of any high praise, "...Thanks Ronna." Maybe it was...the singer next to him?
She was a singer right? The voice could only be her or the other girl, but she was apparently dancing.
Victor sighed, so it wasn't him, he knew this and resigned to it.
Of course he wasn't worthy of any praise.
"I'm glad you asked too~ It was a good place to try out my violin." He said in a half-truth, his thick accent caused by...feelings...before now almost gone.
He then turned to look at Del and the other male getting cozy, ah...that was a useless thing too.
Of course it was only him after all, "Ah Excuse me Ronna~" The frenchman said, having just thought of something, "I forgot to give these pins back."
Victor then bowed politely and held up a finger to signal he'd be back in a moment.
He then walked over to Del and the other male and waited for a chance to introduce himself, "Ah...umm...Del?" Victor began as he unhooked the pins from his bangs, causing them to fall again slightly, "I uh..forgot to give these back to you."
I feel flustered you know?
My inner thoughts are, "...I should give these back...It's only proper."
I'm in the house of Hufflepuff.
I am a proud second year
My puppeteer says "..." Out of character.
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Posted: Tue Nov 05, 2013 4:23 pm
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Posted: Tue Nov 05, 2013 8:48 pm
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Posted: Tue Nov 05, 2013 10:44 pm
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You o f f e n d my D E L I C A T E little sensibilities....
The recent familiar voice was unexpected, and Del Rey found himself turning back to meet the eyes of one Victor Beausoleil. Already surprised to actually have the Frenchman talking to him again- - - something he hand't expected when Veronica had appeared- - - it only grew more when said male reached up into his hair and remove his pins before apologizing for not returning them and holding them out. He hadn't really expected the stunning upperclassman to actually approach him again. Albeit late, very late, the taller blonde realized he could have possibly used them as an excuse to talk to the pinkette again back in school. Shaking his head mentally to clear off the thoughts, Del gave a smile and the Borson shook his head. "No, it's fine. I meant for you to keep them for as long as you needed," he continued, wry smile still in place. Stepping closer, he took the pins from Victor's hand and refastened them, clipping the pink locks that had bothered Victor earlier back again. "There." Stepping back, Del Rey admired his work before he smiled once more, dimpling at the older boy. "You really do look so much better that way."
Which was why he was rightfully shocked and almost toppled over- - - thank Merlin he hadn't, though- - - when the young crossdresser he had met had lunged forward to attach himself to his arm, speaking and asking about where they could go. Gaining a small fond smile at the younger- - - and considerably smaller- - - boy, Del Rey placed a hand on his head, petting him. "Of course, I did promise, didn't I?" he laughed. Turning to face Victor, he explained, a sheepish little grin on his face. "I ran into him a little while ago- - - I probably should have been more alert. I'm going to be taking him round the festival since apparently his parents aren't here. And, oh, right!" Turning to the youngest blonde there, Del Rey gestured a hand towards the pinkette and himself and smiled. "That's Victor, and I'm Del Rey. What should we call you?"
.... My sexy blonde (and delicate!) N A T U R I S T sensibilities.
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Posted: Wed Nov 06, 2013 10:50 am
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"The violin plays a soft melody,
as my mind starts to feel ease.
Let the music wash over my soul,
make my mind pure and whole.
Let me be renewed."
Victor glanced at the shorter blond male and kept the pleasant smile on his face when he noticed the younger boy pout, so...they were in that type of relationship?
..Or not?
Victor then tilted his head tot he side at what Del said, he could keep them? For as long as needed?
That made Victor blush slightly, which caused him to blink in surprise as the clips were re-fastened, "..Uh..." His cheeks were getting pink again, from the blush that was threatening to overcome him again, "Th-thanks..."
That was when the shorter blond had commandeered the conversation when he latched onto Del's arm, which made Victor twitch some, but keep the smile on his face, "His parent's aren't around? Ah..."
That made sense, though something seemed...off.
At the introduction Victor nodded, what was this blond's name?
I feel odd you know?
My inner thoughts are, "What is this feeling?"
I'm in the house of Hufflepuff.
I am a proud second year
My puppeteer says "..." Out of character.
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Posted: Wed Nov 06, 2013 6:47 pm
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But I think, I want to live with all my memories.
Even if they're bad memories.
Even if they're memories that only hurt me...that I'd rather forget.
If I keep them and keep trying without running away, then one day I'll be strong enough that those memories can't defeat me.
I believe that because I want to think that there's no such thing as a memory that's ok to forget
Monty beamed outwardly while inwardly doing a victory dance as his head was lightly petted by the older boy and he resisted the strange urge to stick his tongue out to the pink haired one. He blinked as his savior, or Del Rey, introduced himself and his friend, Victor, before asking for his own. The little boy blushed in embarrassment, he had never once thought to give out his own name! "Es tut mir leid! I-I mean, I am sorry! I forgot to say name. Ich bin Monty and I be very happy meeting you and...friend." Monty introduced himself with a grin at both boys.
What happened to the memories of yesterday?
Did you store them neatly away,
Or maybe you scattered them around in your mind.
Only to be lost by the ages of time.
Bring it all in the open, and maybe you'll see.
A memory or two that used to be |
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Posted: Wed Nov 06, 2013 11:08 pm
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"The violin plays a soft melody,
as my mind starts to feel ease.
Let the music wash over my soul,
make my mind pure and whole.
Let me be renewed."
Victor tilted his head as he listened to the younger male's introduction, so he was German?
The frenchman then thought for a moment, or at least was raised German, interesting...
"Nice to meet you...as well." Victor said with a smile, though he was also feeling odd...what was this?
Was he jealous?
...Why though?
Victor also noticed the off handed way he was referred to, as though he wasn't welcome, "...Well then...I...should probably get back to Ronna." He said hesitantly, "Umm...So you can hang out?"
Truthfully Victor wanted to stay, but...he was sure the younger male..erm..Monty would not appreciate that.
Or at least Victor got that feeling from the boy.
I feel awkward you know?
My inner thoughts are, "Well..this is...odd..."
I'm in the house of Hufflepuff.
I am a proud second year
My puppeteer says "..." Out of character.
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Posted: Wed Nov 06, 2013 11:46 pm
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You o f f e n d my D E L I C A T E little sensibilities....
Inwardly cooing at how adorable the blonde was being, Del Rey gave a small laugh and pet the boy's head again. "No, it's no problem. You don't have to apologize," he smiled. "And it is nice to meet you, Monty." Turning to Victor who had responded in like to Monty's say, it had not escaped the taller blonde's notice how he was towards Victor. Hearing the pinkette announcing his taking his leave did leave him feeling a bit disheartened- - - the upperclassman had appealed to his aesthetic taste, and it also didn't help how he had treated Del Rey's ramblings as not-ramblings. Facing him, Del gave an apologetic smile before nodding in understanding at his words. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have kept you too long, then," he apologized. Nodding his head yet again, the blonde turned to look at the smaller blonde clinging to him and smiled sheepishly. "Yup. But I'll see you around still, yeah?" Del asked, curiously. He was a bit nervous, but hopefully he had retained enough control to reign it in and mask it under curiosity. "If not, then in school," he dimpled, looking at the Frenchman. "And put the clips to good use," he added, grinning this time. "Don't hide your pretty face."
He had meant to say something along the lines, but he didn't mean for it to come out so bluntly! Inwardly cringing and mentally slapping himself, he gave a small, inner sigh. Hopefully he hadn't crossed any line with Victor with his last statement.
.... My sexy blonde (and delicate!) N A T U R I S T sensibilities.
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