Post by Britti on Feb 18, 2008 18:45:50 GMT -5
OOC: Britti is BACK
Character Name: Rhiannon Pucey
Camper or Counsellor: Camper
Team Colour: BROWN
Age: 17
Squib/Wizard/Witch: Squib
PB: Anette Olzon
Parents: Marietta [Edgecombe] and Adrian Pucey
Sample Post:
The sun shot in through the bewitched blinds, which had rolled themselves up as they did every day at a set time, just in case she wasn't awake when her plans had required her to be. The sun casted its rays across her face, gently caressing her elegant features, and casting shadows across her emerald satin blankets where it couldn't touch. The blankets looked like a mountainous landscape, as she was curled into a most uncomfortable looking position, almost drawn into a ball like a cat, yet not quite. As the long, dark lashes slowly began to bat open, her almond shaped eyes scanned the room for any sign of anyone else's presence. Sometimes her father would send the house elves in in the dead of night to sort through her things and clean up a bit, knowing his daughter slept deeply- so deeply she couldn't even hear an air horn near her ear. Remembering she was no longer at home, but at Hogwarts, she gave a small yawn and sat up, blinking as her eyes adjusted to the light reflected off of the thick layer of untouched snow that covered the grounds.
Today seemed as good a day as ever to go out on the grounds. In fact, Tracey Davis quite favored these conditions. Though the common room for Slytherin was in the dungeons, the dormitory was on the first floor, and showed a perfect view of all of that perfectly laid powder. It was a shame all of her friends were way too prissy for snow ball fights. She remembered having them with her cousins. They were more than fun. Slowly pulling on her furry winter coat over her warmest clothes, she tip toed out of the dormitory, as not to wake anyone, and into the Dungeon corridor. It was dank and dark there, and colder than the rest of the school. Pulling her pale, cold hands into her coat sleeves, she peered around to be sure she was alone before continuing up to The Entrance Hall.
Hearing a step nearby, Tracey gathered herself to full height- and umimpressive 4'10, but she could make it work in her favor and appear taller than she really was easily. Her stance showed she had some sort of power, some kind of demeanor which demanded respect from her peers. She was thin, not malnourished looking, but naturally petite. Her long dark hair was swept back, low and neat. Scrutinizing her surroundings for the intruder with her big gray eyes, her inky lashes exaggeratedly long and thick making it seem as though she was wearing make up when she wasn't, she didn't spot anyone at first. Relaxing a bit, she let her body go a bit limp.
"Who's there?" she called into the empty morning hall, voice quavering a bit.
Character Name: Rhiannon Pucey
Camper or Counsellor: Camper
Team Colour: BROWN
Age: 17
Squib/Wizard/Witch: Squib
PB: Anette Olzon
Parents: Marietta [Edgecombe] and Adrian Pucey
Sample Post:
The sun shot in through the bewitched blinds, which had rolled themselves up as they did every day at a set time, just in case she wasn't awake when her plans had required her to be. The sun casted its rays across her face, gently caressing her elegant features, and casting shadows across her emerald satin blankets where it couldn't touch. The blankets looked like a mountainous landscape, as she was curled into a most uncomfortable looking position, almost drawn into a ball like a cat, yet not quite. As the long, dark lashes slowly began to bat open, her almond shaped eyes scanned the room for any sign of anyone else's presence. Sometimes her father would send the house elves in in the dead of night to sort through her things and clean up a bit, knowing his daughter slept deeply- so deeply she couldn't even hear an air horn near her ear. Remembering she was no longer at home, but at Hogwarts, she gave a small yawn and sat up, blinking as her eyes adjusted to the light reflected off of the thick layer of untouched snow that covered the grounds.
Today seemed as good a day as ever to go out on the grounds. In fact, Tracey Davis quite favored these conditions. Though the common room for Slytherin was in the dungeons, the dormitory was on the first floor, and showed a perfect view of all of that perfectly laid powder. It was a shame all of her friends were way too prissy for snow ball fights. She remembered having them with her cousins. They were more than fun. Slowly pulling on her furry winter coat over her warmest clothes, she tip toed out of the dormitory, as not to wake anyone, and into the Dungeon corridor. It was dank and dark there, and colder than the rest of the school. Pulling her pale, cold hands into her coat sleeves, she peered around to be sure she was alone before continuing up to The Entrance Hall.
Hearing a step nearby, Tracey gathered herself to full height- and umimpressive 4'10, but she could make it work in her favor and appear taller than she really was easily. Her stance showed she had some sort of power, some kind of demeanor which demanded respect from her peers. She was thin, not malnourished looking, but naturally petite. Her long dark hair was swept back, low and neat. Scrutinizing her surroundings for the intruder with her big gray eyes, her inky lashes exaggeratedly long and thick making it seem as though she was wearing make up when she wasn't, she didn't spot anyone at first. Relaxing a bit, she let her body go a bit limp.
"Who's there?" she called into the empty morning hall, voice quavering a bit.
