Danae Dupree
June 18, 2006 11:49 AM
Dark Angel by Danae Dupree
Danae tossed her dark hair out of her eyes, so she could get a better view of the Common room that she would inhabit for the next few years. It had a sort of quaint charm and would have to do. She guessed it wouldn't really matter anyways, not for her purposes at any rate.Her cousin, Nicoletta, showed her obvious distate for muggles and muggleborns, whereas, she did not. Her father said that the trick was to destroy them by being on the inside, it was much more effective and much more enjoyable. She had taken his words to heart.
So, as Danae stood in the Common Room, she peered around for someone alone. They would be more likely to talk to her than someone in a crowd of friends. After a few moments, she spotted someone. Taking her time, as not to seem to eager, she approached the person.
With her angelic face and sweet voice, no one could resist her charm, certainly not this person, as she cheerfully said in her French accent, "Bonjour! My name is Danae and I am new here."\n\n
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Ginger Silverstein
June 30, 2006 12:35 AM
Not my favorite tv show in the world. by Ginger Silverstein
Ginger hadn't been in the common room that much lately. She had been in the library looking for Zack and Guenther to see if they wanted to start a D&D campaign at the school so she would have a reason to stay here during midterm. She looked for Adam for a while to make sure that he was alright after what happened at the opening feast. She also looked for Mia, or Saul, or even Stephen just for someone to hang out with, or something to do. She practiced some flying the other day. However she didn't feel like doing that either after she just had a day of looking for people that she couldn't find.Today she actually made an effort to look half way decent. She wore a black skirt that went down to her ankles, and a white shirt that had one of her favorite cartoon characters on it Ren and Stimpy. She wore a black pair of sandles. She put green streaks in her blond hair, and had a black headband on. She had green eyeshadow, a little bit of eyeliner, and lipgloss.
She was writing a letter to her mother, asking for more twinkies and coke. She missed her mom and dad, but she was glad that she was away from her bratty little brother Sam. She stopped writing when she heard a girl's voice.
She looked over, and it was apparent that she was talking to Ginger. She smiled, and for some reason she wasn't feeling very nervous. Perhaps it was because the girl was in her house, and she was a firstie. Ginger found herself a little less nervous around her housemates. "hi," she said meekly extending her little hand. "Welcome to Pecari, I'm Ginger, second year here."
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Eduard Grimaud
July 02, 2006 8:21 AM
Ahhh, the sweet music of the french language! by Eduard Grimaud
Eduard entered the common room, and was surprised to see so many new faces. All so excitable and little, the new first years chatted away. Grim shrunk his head back into his neck like a turtle, albeit a very tall, dark turtle. He slumped into a nearby chair without noticing who was sitting nearby. Ginger. Grim couldn't make up his mind whether to say hello because she was in the minority of second years, or to ignore her, like most girls. He let out a half-grunt, to acknowledge her presence. Despite his dislike for her, she seemed to be one of the few Pecari second years he saw on campus.She'd actually put some effort into her dress today, although he wasn't a fan of the green hair. Grim knew simplicity was best. Black slacks, or shorts, a dark polo shirt and a pair of designer sneakers was a perfect combination, something that he wore day in day out, never getting bored or out of style. A first year approached her, looking nervous, just like every other new kiddie in Pecari.
But then he heard her speak. Where Ginger's accent was grating and annoying, he heard the blissful notes of another french voice, speaking the pitiful English language. He immediately interrupted their conversation, to test the 'frenchness' of the first year girl.
'Alors, tu parle francais?' he asked loudly. \n\n
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Ahhh, the sweet music of the french language!
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Danae
September 30, 2006 2:24 PM
Sorry, incredibly late by Danae
Danae had to keep the distastefulness out of her face. She hated when people spoke in loud 'look at me' voices. It was uncouth. She was going to ignore him when the realization came to her. Had he been speaking French? Yes, he had. Danae turned at the sound of someone speaking in French. Someone, not only in this school, but someone in her own House spoke French. At least, the person appeared to."Oui, mes parents provenus de la France et nous habitons au Québec," she replied in her soft tones.
If he knew what she said, then it would mean he either knew more than a couple catch phrases or was very intelligent to decipher by the cognents. Either way, she turned to him with interest. Yes, he might be worth her time to get to know.
Glancing at the other girl, she turned to pull her into the conversation, "Do you speak French also?"
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