Sophia Randolph
April 05, 2012 1:43 AM
YES! by Sophia Randolph
After the horrible disaster that he had lived during the last fair, Sophia had come to the conclusion that living under false pretensions was going to hurt her more than help her. So, after a whole week of internal debates about how to break the news out to her parents, she finally did it the second week of summer vacations. Jacob and Andrea Randolph had been speechless for more than twenty minutes just looking at their only daughter like she had sprouted another head and Sophia had been quite certain they were going to scream at her, or worse disown her. The first to speak up had been her mother and after a couple of questions she had smiled and patted her. His father had been a tad bit more rueful to accept the truth, but after a few days he had come to his senses and embraced her with open arms. And after that the summer had been like every summer of her life: hanging with her friends and helping out in the Apothecary.It had been a nice time with her family and friends.
Now that she was back at Sonora a new level of anxiousness hit her like a big wave. Here no one knew about her preferences, and she wanted to keep it that way for some time. She was scared of her classmates judging and shunning her, but for the most part she had come back as normal as she could be. The blonde was happy once again and there was a bounce to her step that had been absent last year. She was back and Sonora would need to hear about it, even when she had certain responsibilities as a Prefect.
With a grin on her face, the now sixth-year (where had time gone?) was practically running to the MARS room. She wanted to swim and relax after a rather stressful school week. Advanced classes were proving to be more demanding than she had actually anticipated, but she was quite glad that CATS had already passed, even when RATS were looming closer. Her grades hadn’t been as abysmal as she had initially thought. As a sixth-year she was now taking Transfiguration, Charms and DADA, which she was enjoying for the most part.
Sophia finally arrived at the water room and opened it to find a pool surrounded by pool furniture, like tables with umbrellas. The Pecari shrugged off her school robes to reveal a purple one-piece suit and left them with the rest of her things in top of one of the tables. It had been a while since the blonde that ceased to have a girl’s body to give space to more womanly curves. She wasn’t by any means a gorgeous curvaceous woman, but she was quite proud of the body she had. Nothing too big or too small.
“Bonsai!” she screamed in happiness before plunging into the pool. The water was the perfect temperature, and she could already feel the stress leaving her body as she just floated like she didn’t have a care in the world.
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Eliza Bennett
April 07, 2012 1:36 AM
Was that to anything specific? by Eliza Bennett
Appearances, in Eliza Bennett’s opinion, were more important than anything, even – up to a certain point – money and pure blood. There were, after all, so many interesting ways that you could give the illusion of having much more of those than you really did if push came to shove, but if you didn’t have an appearance which was polished to such a high gleam that no one could find any flaws in it, then money turned you into someone to be mocked behind your back and pure blood could mean you were just an inbred idiot no one would even associate with.She walked, then, through the halls of her school with her back straight and a slight smile, which was quick to widen if she passed others, on her face, even though behind her big brown eyes she was beginning to feel a little…worried wasn’t the word, but it almost captured the feeling, which was something between perplexed and touched by a premonition that something unpleasant was coming. There was, she was feeling almost sure about, so close to sure that she thought she’d confide in her brother about it soon if something didn’t happen to blow the idea apart, something strange going on at home, something not good, but she couldn’t put her finger on why she thought it, much less what she thought it was. It had felt for a while like the information was right on the tip of her tongue, but it wouldn’t come out.
That was why, in part, she was on her way to the water room. She enjoyed the water, and it would help her relax, help her think, nearly as well as a hot bath at home would have. Sonora was a lovely facility in many ways, but she did not find the way that she couldn’t stay in hot water as long as she liked most of the time appealing, and that was even before the possibility of certain people bothering her when she went anywhere near her dorm room. Even her favorite coconut shampoo was less soothing when she ran into that person while she was picking it up to go wash her hair.
Water was what she needed, and hopefully brilliant fake sunshine. She could think through what was bothering her about her family, think through all the issues with her fellow prefects….
She was, overall, honestly not displeased about the selections since it meant James was with her instead of his wilder card of a roommate, but she would have preferred Marcus to Sara. Sara was better than her roommate Sophie, but Marcus would have been better. She liked Marcus, for one thing, he wasn’t an annoyingly perfect little princess, and he had a weakness for girls for another, which she could have used. Sara wasn’t too bad, they were more or less forced to get along and be friendly because they came from the same place and might, if Mother got her way, be in-laws someday, but she did have her own little network going, and that meant she could maybe get more done than James, Kate, and Marcus could have put together. Eliza needed to think through that, too. She had not been exactly perfect in her years at Sonora, not always as respectable as a proper pureblood should have been, and she still wasn’t, and she needed to figure out if that was likely to backfire on her now. She was painfully aware that, if she chose to do so, Sara Raines could provide the matrons of Illinois with much more to say about Eliza Bennett than Eliza Bennett could give them that was remotely verifiable about Sara Raines.
She opened the door and found the swimming pool there, but before she could take off the red dress she had on over her equally red swimsuit, she saw another girl’s things and almost at the same time spotted the other girl.
It was perhaps telling that the first thing Eliza thought about Sophia Randolph was that she was an old friend of that creature’s who hadn’t seemed so friendly with her last year and only then did she remember that the other girl was also a prefect, the Pecari sixth year one, but if it was, Eliza didn’t notice it. She just, after a fleeting, instinctive desire to withdraw, saw an opportunity and smiled broadly at the other girl.
“Hi!” she called, raising one manicured hand in a wave. “Do you mind some company?”
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Sophia
April 08, 2012 7:57 PM
Just a yes to life by Sophia
The water was perfect, and Sophia would have been content being alone enjoying the solitude and silence. However, fate apparently had another plan for her. The Pecari Prefect opened her eyes when she heard someone greeting her. The water had been obstructing her ears, but her ears caught a noise. Sophia straightened up and saw Eliza Bennett, the fifth-year Crotalus Prefect. She couldn’t remember a time where the two of them had been friendly, let alone being the two of them chatting by free will. Eliza seemed to be one of those stuck-up Purebloods that didn’t care for anyone outside their small circle, just like her horrible paternal family. Thankfully she didn’t have to see them, ever.She blinked a couple of times – blaming the pool chemicals other than her actual surprise by the turn of events – before responding, “Hi.” Her tone wasn’t as cheerful as Eliza’s, but the other girl would have trouble discerning her surprise from it. “Sure, I don’t mind.” Sophia waved back with a small smile on her face.
Sophia couldn’t think of a reason to say no to her, especially since Eliza had never done anything to her. Besides, Sophia had very few friends at Sonora and she had probably broken those friendships over the last term, where she had been quite a secluded little thing. Battling her demons had taken a toll on her social life. It wouldn’t hurt if she was friendly with the other girl. She knew from Renée that there was something fishy going on between them, she had done nothing to her friend, but Renée felt some kind of hostility coming from her roommate. Plus, whatever tension she had with Renée was with the younger girl, not her. Sophia hadn’t done anything to Eliza that she could remember, though and she had no reason to hate her.
She smiled at her and swam towards the bank and got out of the pool. She grabbed her towel and dried herself before placing it around her body. “You had the same idea as I did…relaxing in the pool.” A friendly grin was on her face. “What brought you here?” She looked around and saw the little snack hut that was a mere few feet away and that was conveniently linked to the kitchen. “Give me a second. Would you like something to drink?” The blonde sixth-year was suddenly thirsty and a cold pumpkin juice sounded heavenly to her.
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Eliza
April 16, 2012 8:24 PM
That could be a dangerous thing to say... by Eliza
Sophia didn’t seem as friendly as Eliza might have hoped, but she was far more welcoming than Eliza thought she might have been, so she thought it was safe to proceed and see what she had to work with.And, for that matter, what she was working for. Eliza had no plan here; she had been coming, just as the Pecari prefect had said, to relax in the pool. This just looked like it might be an opportunity for…something, though, and it wasn’t as though she had anything better to do right now, or anything to gain from walking off because she hadn’t gotten her solitude and, in the process, most likely making another enemy who could come back to haunt her. If nothing else, she might have a pleasant social encounter and come away with someone who saw her as friendly if a vote ever came up among prefects, which could only be good, or just have a pleasant social encounter, which was…well, if it truly didn’t lay the base for something else, it wasn’t worth much, but it would be pleasant. She could do with more pleasant in her life.
Shrugging off her dress revealed a red bathing suit, but about that time, Sophia decided she’d rather have a drink. Eliza was not, she felt, entirely comfortable with sitting around in their swimsuits, but she went along with it. The evidence suggested that she didn’t have anything to be particularly embarrassed by when it came to how she looked in most things, anyway; she was, apparently, ending up with a body which was not among the worst-looking ones in existence. Her mother claimed her looks were mainly a little too monochromatic for true beauty, but that she would, if she did not break her diet, at least probably have a nice figure. “Sure,” she said, pulling her dark brown hair loose so it fell down over her shoulders and frowning slightly for a moment in concentration as she took her wand out and turned her dress temporarily into a wraparound skirt she could tie around her waist before following Sophia toward the snack area.
She had to hand it to Sonora, they knew how to make things convenient. Eliza had never tested its limits, but MARS in general could produce whatever the person was in it needed, provided it was within that room’s theme. She helped herself to something coconut-flavored and smiled at the other girl. “Yum,” she said. “So, do you come here often?” she asked, gesturing at the room in general, though enough toward the door that it could be taken as asking if Sophia just came to MARS often. It wasn’t the most original conversation-starter ever, but under these circumstances, she didn’t think it was the worst she could have done, either. It was friendly and general, which was okay with someone she couldn’t really predict. Honestly, she was a little curious about what kind of person would be, ever, even if they later thought the better of it, friends with…Errant and yet didn’t, just on sight, inspire in reasonable people the urge to throttle her with her own hair. There had to be something to that, Eliza thought.
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