Post by linders on Oct 15, 2009 8:41:23 GMT -5
London. One would think it were Paris at the moment the amount of idiotic lovers frequenting the streets in droves, she thought bitterly as she tilted her head back, blue green eyes observing the angry gray clouds rolling in. It meant that it would rain and that didn't bother her. The sun had always burned her fair and delicate skin should she stay out in it too long and the rain felt good, sometimes. Felt as if it sometimes washed all the pain away. However, she kept that childish notion to herself. She didn't want anyone to know that she had pain which might have been ludicrous because everyone had their burdens, but she didn't exactly like talking about hers. She didn't like confiding in people. Finding someone that one could trust wasn't easy. Even if someone were on the same side, it didn't mean a thing. Enemies stabbed one in the back, but friends would stab one in the heart and she had always been the suspicious sort. She didn't trust people as far as she could throw them unless she had known them a good while and had gotten to know them over the years. She could be civil to strangers even feign liking or disliking them, but friendships with her weren't so easily obtained.
The Potions Master's daughter narrowed her sharp eyes as a couple went past, laughing about some unfortunate person that looked like a man. Normally, she wouldn't have cared, but considering that the person they were mocking was her brother - well, it didn't set well with her. Of course he looked like a man, he wasn't a woman. Were they blind? Clearly. She didn't know why people couldn't just keel over when she wanted them to. It would be so much easier on the world if she could be a medusa of sorts and turn people to stone if they looked at her. She would likely enjoy that too much. Though, she wouldn't enjoy being ugly or having hair of snakes. That would be a bit ridiculous, one should think. If someone enjoyed that, that was. She tried to push these weird thoughts aside. Notions like these were better off locked away in some obscure corner of the mind. Not to be shared with another person, ever. Not that she was exactly the type of person that liked sharing things.
She wouldn't ever be one of those girls in a pretty pink dress and matching heels, sipping on tea demurely, with a bunch of other women gossiping about everything and anything under the sun. No, that just wasn't her. She would be out and about lurking in the shadows, observing people. She liked observing people for some people were quite interesting without meaning to be. They had odd mannerisms or they had some odd habit. She didn't know what it was about strangeness, but it could be entertaining. Of course, the person one was spying on couldn't know they were being observed. Otherwise the fun was over, but she was good at lurking out of sight and clinging to the shadows. Much like her father was. She felt her long black tresses hugging her shoulder tightly before falling loosely away once more. She snorted as she saw a couple standing by a tree, kissing. She was sick of all the romance in the air. Really, hadn't people heard of getting their own rooms. She decided she'd hex them for their indecency and public display of affection. Merlin knew that they deserved it.
Scourgify! she thought, pointing her wand at the couples mouths. She saw the light beam leave her wand and hid herself from view when the couple looked about in alarm. She then looked back once their eyes had left her vicinity and snorted. The pair were choking on frothy pink bubbles that had suddenly started pouring from their mouths. She was quite amused. She loved wreaking havoc on people. Especially people like these twits that deserved it. The idea of love had been something that had always disgusted her. Because truly who could let their guard down so much as to trust someone with their heart? She didn't know if she could do that. She was far too guarded. She had relationships before, yes, as most pretty girls her age would have but to her they had seemed superficial and pointless. Based more on the idea of lust rather than love. That made her ill, too. One shouldn't tell someone that they loved them unless they meant it, because otherwise it was a lie that could cripple and hurt. Not just a little bit, but quite badly.
Yet the whole world wasn't out to hurt her. She knew it wasn't some big theory conspiracy and yet it didn't hurt to be cautious about whom one trusted. After all, not everyone could be trusted. Her blue green eyes swept the streets for anymore roving couples, luckily for her they all had seemed to have vanished or moved on elsewhere which was perfectly fine by her for if she saw another couple snogging or worse she would hex them both into oblivion. She was sure of that. She twisted her wand around in her pocket, eyes flicking to the sides as she heard movement behind her. However, it seemed that the only thing that was running about was the rustling leaves behind her. She was being a bit too paranoid. Yet she would rather be safe than sorry. She didn't like the idea of halfbreeds running about. She wasn't a fan of either vampires or werewolves, in most causes. They ought not to be allowed to live in the same vicinity as the rest of the witches and wizards in the magical realm. What was wrong with Romania or wherever the hell they had started out? They need not be in London, causing trouble.
She sighed softly, it was quiet. So quiet. Except the whistling wind and the beating of her own heart. It was so loud in her head, it sounded like a pounding drum and she wondered if no one else could hear it. She thought they would have to be deaf if they couldn't and yet she didn't know why her heart should be thundering through her chest so loudly? She didn't know what reason she had to be nervous. The dark clouds kept moving in and she thought she would enjoy it when it finally did rain. She loved the rain, it was much more entertaining than the sunshine that burnt her fragile porcelain skin. Besides it washed all her pain and sorrows away. Who wouldn't like to be reprieved of that? For everyone had problems and issues of their own to deal with. She was no different and yet completely different at the same time in that she wasn't like most girls. She couldn't just be the bubbly, simpering prototype or the pureblood socialite. She was an ice queen in every sense of the word.
The rain finally started to fall and it felt good against her flesh, the rain tangled her long black hair but she couldn't care less that it was tangled or matted against her skin. It felt good to wash the pain and sorrow away. It felt good to be relieved of that. She closed her eyes, enjoying the moment. Enjoying that the sun wasn't out to burn or sting at her ivory skin piercingly as it always did. She let out a small sigh, blue green eyes opening for a moment to observe whether or not she were alone. For the moment she was, and so she confidently found somewhere where she could enjoy the rain alone and stood there savoring it. She knew that not everyone would understand why she liked the rain. Not many people liked rain, but she did. Whether it was hot or cold, it felt good to her. Because it meant the end of pain, the end of sorrows. At least for a moment.
The Potions Master's daughter narrowed her sharp eyes as a couple went past, laughing about some unfortunate person that looked like a man. Normally, she wouldn't have cared, but considering that the person they were mocking was her brother - well, it didn't set well with her. Of course he looked like a man, he wasn't a woman. Were they blind? Clearly. She didn't know why people couldn't just keel over when she wanted them to. It would be so much easier on the world if she could be a medusa of sorts and turn people to stone if they looked at her. She would likely enjoy that too much. Though, she wouldn't enjoy being ugly or having hair of snakes. That would be a bit ridiculous, one should think. If someone enjoyed that, that was. She tried to push these weird thoughts aside. Notions like these were better off locked away in some obscure corner of the mind. Not to be shared with another person, ever. Not that she was exactly the type of person that liked sharing things.
She wouldn't ever be one of those girls in a pretty pink dress and matching heels, sipping on tea demurely, with a bunch of other women gossiping about everything and anything under the sun. No, that just wasn't her. She would be out and about lurking in the shadows, observing people. She liked observing people for some people were quite interesting without meaning to be. They had odd mannerisms or they had some odd habit. She didn't know what it was about strangeness, but it could be entertaining. Of course, the person one was spying on couldn't know they were being observed. Otherwise the fun was over, but she was good at lurking out of sight and clinging to the shadows. Much like her father was. She felt her long black tresses hugging her shoulder tightly before falling loosely away once more. She snorted as she saw a couple standing by a tree, kissing. She was sick of all the romance in the air. Really, hadn't people heard of getting their own rooms. She decided she'd hex them for their indecency and public display of affection. Merlin knew that they deserved it.
Scourgify! she thought, pointing her wand at the couples mouths. She saw the light beam leave her wand and hid herself from view when the couple looked about in alarm. She then looked back once their eyes had left her vicinity and snorted. The pair were choking on frothy pink bubbles that had suddenly started pouring from their mouths. She was quite amused. She loved wreaking havoc on people. Especially people like these twits that deserved it. The idea of love had been something that had always disgusted her. Because truly who could let their guard down so much as to trust someone with their heart? She didn't know if she could do that. She was far too guarded. She had relationships before, yes, as most pretty girls her age would have but to her they had seemed superficial and pointless. Based more on the idea of lust rather than love. That made her ill, too. One shouldn't tell someone that they loved them unless they meant it, because otherwise it was a lie that could cripple and hurt. Not just a little bit, but quite badly.
Yet the whole world wasn't out to hurt her. She knew it wasn't some big theory conspiracy and yet it didn't hurt to be cautious about whom one trusted. After all, not everyone could be trusted. Her blue green eyes swept the streets for anymore roving couples, luckily for her they all had seemed to have vanished or moved on elsewhere which was perfectly fine by her for if she saw another couple snogging or worse she would hex them both into oblivion. She was sure of that. She twisted her wand around in her pocket, eyes flicking to the sides as she heard movement behind her. However, it seemed that the only thing that was running about was the rustling leaves behind her. She was being a bit too paranoid. Yet she would rather be safe than sorry. She didn't like the idea of halfbreeds running about. She wasn't a fan of either vampires or werewolves, in most causes. They ought not to be allowed to live in the same vicinity as the rest of the witches and wizards in the magical realm. What was wrong with Romania or wherever the hell they had started out? They need not be in London, causing trouble.
She sighed softly, it was quiet. So quiet. Except the whistling wind and the beating of her own heart. It was so loud in her head, it sounded like a pounding drum and she wondered if no one else could hear it. She thought they would have to be deaf if they couldn't and yet she didn't know why her heart should be thundering through her chest so loudly? She didn't know what reason she had to be nervous. The dark clouds kept moving in and she thought she would enjoy it when it finally did rain. She loved the rain, it was much more entertaining than the sunshine that burnt her fragile porcelain skin. Besides it washed all her pain and sorrows away. Who wouldn't like to be reprieved of that? For everyone had problems and issues of their own to deal with. She was no different and yet completely different at the same time in that she wasn't like most girls. She couldn't just be the bubbly, simpering prototype or the pureblood socialite. She was an ice queen in every sense of the word.
The rain finally started to fall and it felt good against her flesh, the rain tangled her long black hair but she couldn't care less that it was tangled or matted against her skin. It felt good to wash the pain and sorrow away. It felt good to be relieved of that. She closed her eyes, enjoying the moment. Enjoying that the sun wasn't out to burn or sting at her ivory skin piercingly as it always did. She let out a small sigh, blue green eyes opening for a moment to observe whether or not she were alone. For the moment she was, and so she confidently found somewhere where she could enjoy the rain alone and stood there savoring it. She knew that not everyone would understand why she liked the rain. Not many people liked rain, but she did. Whether it was hot or cold, it felt good to her. Because it meant the end of pain, the end of sorrows. At least for a moment.