Post by Vanity Weasley on Sept 2, 2006 13:56:53 GMT -5
OoC Info::
Name/Alias: Kit
Neopets Username: miss_drama_queen33
Age:15
email:xox_tinkerbell_xox2@hotmail.com
Sample of Writing:
A young woman stood silently over a crib. Her brown hair just touching the silky night dress the hung over her thin body. Her brown eyes focused on the young babe that lay asleep in the crib. She shivered slightly in the cool nighttime air that filled the empty house. The bright moon shone through a crack in the curtain; illuminating her pale, tear stained face. Her hands shook slightly as she ran one of her hands through the baby’s thin brown hair.
It wasn’t the baby’s fault after all it wasn’t the one she should blame. It was her and her foolish acts that brought her into the world. Lavender Brown crossed her arms over her chest trying to keep warm as she stared down at her young daughter. Why hadn’t she told anyone what had happened? Why did she have to move away so no one would find out what she had done? Maybe she should write to him, tell him what their night had resulted in. She shook her head and bowed it shamefully. She couldn’t do that; he was most likely to be married to her by now. She wiped a couple tears from her eyes and sat down in a wooden rocking chair that sat in a corner of the room.
Lavender Brown had changed. She wasn’t the same person everyone knew back at school, she didn’t run around spreading gossip or rumors, but she was quiet and kept to herself. She barely ventured out side her little house that has nestled an hour from London.
With every rock of the chair memories of the night that her child was made came flooding back to her. The times she relived that night in her dreams, the times she analyzed it, judging every aspect of what happened.
A tall man had come to her in despair, the one she loved but could never have. It had given her real pride to know that of all people he had come to her. She remembered soothing him telling him that everything would work out for the better, that he shouldn’t be worrying about silly things, that she was there for him. She remembered laying under her silky covers after they had made love, happy about what had just happened. She remembered waking up and seeing him gone, not hearing from him again.
That was the last time she had heard from her love. What could she have done to make him leave with out a good bye? Why hadn’t he written to her to ask how he was? A one-night stand is what happened, and a child a resulted from it. She remembered the day she found out she was pregnant, she had cried her self to sleep for many weeks. Worry and fear had slowly filled her body.
But she did have a choice. She could write to him, tell him what happened, or she could raise the child by her self, give her, her last name, and let her grow up without a father in her life. She couldn’t do it to her though. She could scarcely imagine the pain that she would have to go through knowing that her dad had only wanted her mother for one night, and then was through with her for the rest of his life.
She shuddered once more and slowly stood up from the rocking chair walking out into the dark kitchen. She leaned against the counter staring out the window at the bright moon that shone in the sky. Her mind raced. What would he say? Would he think that it was all a joke? He probably wouldn’t take her seriously, or wouldn’t reply to the letter at all. Or would he? Would he care that he had a daughter that needed his love? Would he come rushing back into her arms saying he would never leave her and be there to support her through everything?
She felt tears well up in her eyes and fall down her freckled cheeks. The difference one little thing can make is tremendous. Her ears picked up the faint cry that crept slowly down the hall and into the kitchen. Lavender walked back into her young daughters room and picked her up out of her crib rubbing her back. She wiped the tears from the young babe’s eyes and sat back down in the rocking chair slowly rocking back and forth. The baby’s blue eyes fell heavy with sleep once more and snuggled close to her mother’s warm body.
Lavender looked down running her hand through her baby’s hair once more. “It will be alright,” she whispered softly, “It’s going to be okay my little girl, Chanelle. Your father will be with you one day, he is a great man, Ronald Weasley.”
BiC Info::
Name: Christien Orlando Scott
Age/Year:17/7th
Blood: Muggleborn
Wand: Phoenix Feather, Birch, 11 inches
Personality: Christien tends to get pushed around a lot by the other guys in his year, especially the ones on the Quidditch team. He’s friends with very few people, and people seem to think the reason behind that is because he is shy, but really he is anything but. He isn’t afraid to approach people, but he is afraid that they will judge him before they even get to know him.
He never attends Quidditch games, but prefers to stay up in the Gryffindor Common room either writing lyrics in his black journal, or playing his electric guitar, even though the amp doesn’t work inside Hogwarts.
Appearence: He has sandy blonde hair, that is a dark brown colour underneath. It is cut ‘emo style’, as people call it. His right eyebrow is pierced, and he has a tattoo across his lower back of his favourite quote ‘there’s more then what you see’. He usually wears his studded black belt, and black, or dark blue skinny jeans with his slightly worn black converse shoes. He has dark brown eyes, that he lines with black eyeliner everyday.
Parents: Sgt. Nathaniel Scott, Analise Scott
House: Gryffindor
Grades: Average, he usually doesn’t put a lot of work into them, because whenever he sits down to do homework, ideas for lyrics seem to appear, distracting him from his homework.
Name/Alias: Kit
Neopets Username: miss_drama_queen33
Age:15
email:xox_tinkerbell_xox2@hotmail.com
Sample of Writing:
A young woman stood silently over a crib. Her brown hair just touching the silky night dress the hung over her thin body. Her brown eyes focused on the young babe that lay asleep in the crib. She shivered slightly in the cool nighttime air that filled the empty house. The bright moon shone through a crack in the curtain; illuminating her pale, tear stained face. Her hands shook slightly as she ran one of her hands through the baby’s thin brown hair.
It wasn’t the baby’s fault after all it wasn’t the one she should blame. It was her and her foolish acts that brought her into the world. Lavender Brown crossed her arms over her chest trying to keep warm as she stared down at her young daughter. Why hadn’t she told anyone what had happened? Why did she have to move away so no one would find out what she had done? Maybe she should write to him, tell him what their night had resulted in. She shook her head and bowed it shamefully. She couldn’t do that; he was most likely to be married to her by now. She wiped a couple tears from her eyes and sat down in a wooden rocking chair that sat in a corner of the room.
Lavender Brown had changed. She wasn’t the same person everyone knew back at school, she didn’t run around spreading gossip or rumors, but she was quiet and kept to herself. She barely ventured out side her little house that has nestled an hour from London.
With every rock of the chair memories of the night that her child was made came flooding back to her. The times she relived that night in her dreams, the times she analyzed it, judging every aspect of what happened.
A tall man had come to her in despair, the one she loved but could never have. It had given her real pride to know that of all people he had come to her. She remembered soothing him telling him that everything would work out for the better, that he shouldn’t be worrying about silly things, that she was there for him. She remembered laying under her silky covers after they had made love, happy about what had just happened. She remembered waking up and seeing him gone, not hearing from him again.
That was the last time she had heard from her love. What could she have done to make him leave with out a good bye? Why hadn’t he written to her to ask how he was? A one-night stand is what happened, and a child a resulted from it. She remembered the day she found out she was pregnant, she had cried her self to sleep for many weeks. Worry and fear had slowly filled her body.
But she did have a choice. She could write to him, tell him what happened, or she could raise the child by her self, give her, her last name, and let her grow up without a father in her life. She couldn’t do it to her though. She could scarcely imagine the pain that she would have to go through knowing that her dad had only wanted her mother for one night, and then was through with her for the rest of his life.
She shuddered once more and slowly stood up from the rocking chair walking out into the dark kitchen. She leaned against the counter staring out the window at the bright moon that shone in the sky. Her mind raced. What would he say? Would he think that it was all a joke? He probably wouldn’t take her seriously, or wouldn’t reply to the letter at all. Or would he? Would he care that he had a daughter that needed his love? Would he come rushing back into her arms saying he would never leave her and be there to support her through everything?
She felt tears well up in her eyes and fall down her freckled cheeks. The difference one little thing can make is tremendous. Her ears picked up the faint cry that crept slowly down the hall and into the kitchen. Lavender walked back into her young daughters room and picked her up out of her crib rubbing her back. She wiped the tears from the young babe’s eyes and sat back down in the rocking chair slowly rocking back and forth. The baby’s blue eyes fell heavy with sleep once more and snuggled close to her mother’s warm body.
Lavender looked down running her hand through her baby’s hair once more. “It will be alright,” she whispered softly, “It’s going to be okay my little girl, Chanelle. Your father will be with you one day, he is a great man, Ronald Weasley.”
BiC Info::
Name: Christien Orlando Scott
Age/Year:17/7th
Blood: Muggleborn
Wand: Phoenix Feather, Birch, 11 inches
Personality: Christien tends to get pushed around a lot by the other guys in his year, especially the ones on the Quidditch team. He’s friends with very few people, and people seem to think the reason behind that is because he is shy, but really he is anything but. He isn’t afraid to approach people, but he is afraid that they will judge him before they even get to know him.
He never attends Quidditch games, but prefers to stay up in the Gryffindor Common room either writing lyrics in his black journal, or playing his electric guitar, even though the amp doesn’t work inside Hogwarts.
Appearence: He has sandy blonde hair, that is a dark brown colour underneath. It is cut ‘emo style’, as people call it. His right eyebrow is pierced, and he has a tattoo across his lower back of his favourite quote ‘there’s more then what you see’. He usually wears his studded black belt, and black, or dark blue skinny jeans with his slightly worn black converse shoes. He has dark brown eyes, that he lines with black eyeliner everyday.
Parents: Sgt. Nathaniel Scott, Analise Scott
House: Gryffindor
Grades: Average, he usually doesn’t put a lot of work into them, because whenever he sits down to do homework, ideas for lyrics seem to appear, distracting him from his homework.
