Post by Blair Barbary on May 18, 2009 12:46:18 GMT -5
{I CANT BELIEVE THE NEWS TODAY}
{AND THE BATTLES JUST BEGUN}
FULL NAME:Blair Antoinette Barbary
AGE: 14
YEAR or OCCUPATION: 4th
BIRTHDAY: September 2nd
SCHOOL/FORMER SCHOOL: Hogwarts
HOUSE/FORMER HOUSE: Gryffindor
FAMILY:
Gregory Barbary - 45 - father
Marian Barbary - 40 - mother
______ Barbary - 17 - brother
ANYTHING ELSE: Blair is very opinionated and loud. If she feels that someone is being wronged, she will be one of the first people to step up and do something about it. She does like to hear the sound of her own voice a little much, but she means well. With her need to help out the little guy comes a touch of bravery. Even if she knows that those she opposes can be larger than her and smarter, not to mention more ruthless, Blair will always stick her neck out and take the risk. She isn't afraid of what can happen to her, as she is a full believer of peoples rights. She'd be an activist if she could.
{WE EAT AND DRINK WHILE TOMORROW THEY DIE}
hi, my name is lills and i joined because i made the site.
{AND THE BATTLES JUST BEGUN}
FULL NAME:Blair Antoinette Barbary
AGE: 14
YEAR or OCCUPATION: 4th
BIRTHDAY: September 2nd
SCHOOL/FORMER SCHOOL: Hogwarts
HOUSE/FORMER HOUSE: Gryffindor
FAMILY:
Gregory Barbary - 45 - father
Marian Barbary - 40 - mother
______ Barbary - 17 - brother
ANYTHING ELSE: Blair is very opinionated and loud. If she feels that someone is being wronged, she will be one of the first people to step up and do something about it. She does like to hear the sound of her own voice a little much, but she means well. With her need to help out the little guy comes a touch of bravery. Even if she knows that those she opposes can be larger than her and smarter, not to mention more ruthless, Blair will always stick her neck out and take the risk. She isn't afraid of what can happen to her, as she is a full believer of peoples rights. She'd be an activist if she could.
{WE EAT AND DRINK WHILE TOMORROW THEY DIE}
Though he wasn't laughing openly or showing another side that he found her behavior to be hilarious, Lavinia still felt like a fool. The quirk of his eyebrow told it all. She had exposed her vulnerability, yet again, and had revealed to him that small, traceable crush. That's all it could be, as she had only known him for so many minutes. A half hour of her time spent with him at the very least, that warranted only a crush. Burying her face in her hands and walking away now seemed the brilliant idea, though she should have made the getaway long before that. Oh, how could she be so stupid? Lavinia had avoided getting too close to males for seven, nearly eighteen years. Since Caddy had died she had never let herself have a boyfriend, or even show the slightest interest. Oh, she certainly had messed up here. When she would get back to school, she would certainly find Ashton and tell her of the laughable mistake she had made. Knowing Ash, he wouldn't think it were that serious though, course once she dropped the name her friend's face would go rigid. He would probably make some retort about Tristan's sexuality and say he had an unhealthy addiction to Quidditch. Well, that was Ashton Wentworth for you. Lavinia's best friend through thick and thin and also one of the world's biggest prats.
The feelings of stupidity seemed to settle in, making a new home for themselves. She had avoided such feelings for so long, and then there was Tristan. It wasn't his fault he had brought out the silly girl Lavinia had tried so valiantly to dispose of. His hand went over hers and the words that sipped between his lips were calming. The feelings of embarrassment and stupidity started to fade away, though some parts still lingered to taunt her. A guy couldn't magically make every feeling he had brought out in someone go away with a few simple words. Life didn't work that way, no matter how badly you wanted it to.He lifted her light hand to his lips, and placed a soft kiss upon her skin once more. His next remark made her giggle, but if he were not jesting she didn't know how she truly felt about that. Lavinia didn't ask for a death wish, and if other witches were queuing up to see him she would most certainly be injured. Her beauty rivaled so many, she would surely be smacked around to ensure Tristan did not run off with her. It was a thought Lavinia wasn't fond of, and now wondered if she really would venture to his Department of the Ministry. He was cute, she couldn't deny that, but there were unseen factors to him as well. She would have to decide later on if he was worth the injury, course she would also have to decide then if there was something between them. There had been some connection, but maybe that was just the effects of the crush?
He pulled back from her, and looked from side to side. Lavinia, being the one to think overly much, analyzed the situation with to much paranoia. For a fleeting moment, her mind snapped to the idea that he was checking for his girlfriend, making sure she didn't see what he was doing or about to do. That would have been the most horrid let down of the century. To find out she had spent her time on a lost cause, flirting it up with a guy who was taken. When he leaned forward again, motioning for her to follow suit, she did it half-heartedly. Oh, that would be so wretched if he did have a girlfriend and she was just some tramp by the pool with a pretty figure. His hand met the side of her face, bringing her slightly closer.
He stole a kiss, pressed his lips to hers and took it. To deny that she enjoyed it would have been blasphemous.
A grin, a slight one, broke out across her face at his words. He could be so cocky, this one. The words he used made it seem like he knew what Lavinia wanted in life and it was him. It was a good theory, but oh so wrong...very close though.
Of all the things Lavinia could ever want in the world, only one came close to making her whole. It was the highest form of emotions, set high on a pillar for all to gaze upon. It was love. An orphaned girl with no family to speak of - no boyfriend and friends that she had to work hard to keep in touch with, to that girl, love was extremely. Lavinia had only ever dreamed of being loved by someone before. She had no idea how wonderful it felt to know that someone was always thinking about you, or that when you saw them next nothing else mattered. The idea nearly brought a tear to her eye, thinking of all she had missed at the expense of her lousy Father. She shuddered slightly, letting herself drop her thoughts for a moment. She had looked away from Tristan in her loss of time and space, and now looked back to him for some sense of comfort.
Her lips had been moving all the while, though she hadn't been paying attention to her own words. As her gaze met his, he looked either quizzical or politely bemused. She realized they were talking about Quidditch only after he repeated her. He had stopped her mid-sentence to get a word in. All she could do was nod. Yes, Chasing was her favorite position. She could play Keeper pretty well, and Seeking was a snap, but Chasing was the most fun. You actually had to be fast and skillful to keep up with the Quaffle, and to beat the opposing Chasers to it. You had to use tactics and that was just thrilling about the sport. She blushed as he made a comment about her. She nodded quietly. "It is rather ironic." She said without much enthusiasm. She tried to to show off her crush on him quite so much now. She had to mask some of those raw feelings.
At her mention of the Ukrainian Quidditch match against Greece, he tipped her a wink. How odd that they had so many qualities and occurrences so similar.
"I didn't manage to stay long after the match. My Father wanted to run home and tell Mum. She's the Greek one in our household...well...was." She faltered, noting again of her foolish behavior. Did she just admit to him that her mother had...passed on? Oh! Lavinia bad! Very bad!
At her mention of going to the Pitch later, she witnessed a few changes in his demeanor. At first his eyes brightened and a grin grew on his face. He seemed interested enough, but then he had a think and he let out a groan. The answer sank in, she was going to be turned down. The thought that she had been correct floated to her head. Maybe he really did have a girlfriend and she was just the pretty view he had spotted while away from such a girl. She must have been special, the girl Tristan was ditching her for...
When he spoke again, she had been right. He was leaving her, but he used his friends as the excuse. Well, if he was leaving her to be with another girl he wouldn't have just gone out and said that, would he? especially not if he planned on taking a look at the pretty view on other days and nights. He blew her a kiss, and also sent her a request, if ever she needed him, send him an owl.
"That goes both ways, dear." Lavinia called back with a grin. It was highly doubtful that she would be writing him anytime soon, and the she had a feeling he would never write her. They would most likely run into each other again, so that didn't bother her. Maybe then she could catch a glimpse of his girlfriend, whom Lavinia was sure existed. She sighed as she picked up hr wand and with a wave, sent everything into her bag.
Getting up, she grabbed her belongings and walked out of the pool area, feeling that a swim wasn't necessary. She walked past Tristan and his mates, but didn't give a glance in their direction. She still had an ounce of dignity left, even if she had turned out to be a fool. Walking away not to quickly, she strutted to the exit, and after turning the corner she apparated as fast as she could back to Hogwarts Galaxia. She would have to tell Ash about her mistakes, and if she couldn't find him then she would run to Victoria or Georgie. She had to say something, she felt so...foolish.
The feelings of stupidity seemed to settle in, making a new home for themselves. She had avoided such feelings for so long, and then there was Tristan. It wasn't his fault he had brought out the silly girl Lavinia had tried so valiantly to dispose of. His hand went over hers and the words that sipped between his lips were calming. The feelings of embarrassment and stupidity started to fade away, though some parts still lingered to taunt her. A guy couldn't magically make every feeling he had brought out in someone go away with a few simple words. Life didn't work that way, no matter how badly you wanted it to.He lifted her light hand to his lips, and placed a soft kiss upon her skin once more. His next remark made her giggle, but if he were not jesting she didn't know how she truly felt about that. Lavinia didn't ask for a death wish, and if other witches were queuing up to see him she would most certainly be injured. Her beauty rivaled so many, she would surely be smacked around to ensure Tristan did not run off with her. It was a thought Lavinia wasn't fond of, and now wondered if she really would venture to his Department of the Ministry. He was cute, she couldn't deny that, but there were unseen factors to him as well. She would have to decide later on if he was worth the injury, course she would also have to decide then if there was something between them. There had been some connection, but maybe that was just the effects of the crush?
He pulled back from her, and looked from side to side. Lavinia, being the one to think overly much, analyzed the situation with to much paranoia. For a fleeting moment, her mind snapped to the idea that he was checking for his girlfriend, making sure she didn't see what he was doing or about to do. That would have been the most horrid let down of the century. To find out she had spent her time on a lost cause, flirting it up with a guy who was taken. When he leaned forward again, motioning for her to follow suit, she did it half-heartedly. Oh, that would be so wretched if he did have a girlfriend and she was just some tramp by the pool with a pretty figure. His hand met the side of her face, bringing her slightly closer.
He stole a kiss, pressed his lips to hers and took it. To deny that she enjoyed it would have been blasphemous.
A grin, a slight one, broke out across her face at his words. He could be so cocky, this one. The words he used made it seem like he knew what Lavinia wanted in life and it was him. It was a good theory, but oh so wrong...very close though.
Of all the things Lavinia could ever want in the world, only one came close to making her whole. It was the highest form of emotions, set high on a pillar for all to gaze upon. It was love. An orphaned girl with no family to speak of - no boyfriend and friends that she had to work hard to keep in touch with, to that girl, love was extremely. Lavinia had only ever dreamed of being loved by someone before. She had no idea how wonderful it felt to know that someone was always thinking about you, or that when you saw them next nothing else mattered. The idea nearly brought a tear to her eye, thinking of all she had missed at the expense of her lousy Father. She shuddered slightly, letting herself drop her thoughts for a moment. She had looked away from Tristan in her loss of time and space, and now looked back to him for some sense of comfort.
Her lips had been moving all the while, though she hadn't been paying attention to her own words. As her gaze met his, he looked either quizzical or politely bemused. She realized they were talking about Quidditch only after he repeated her. He had stopped her mid-sentence to get a word in. All she could do was nod. Yes, Chasing was her favorite position. She could play Keeper pretty well, and Seeking was a snap, but Chasing was the most fun. You actually had to be fast and skillful to keep up with the Quaffle, and to beat the opposing Chasers to it. You had to use tactics and that was just thrilling about the sport. She blushed as he made a comment about her. She nodded quietly. "It is rather ironic." She said without much enthusiasm. She tried to to show off her crush on him quite so much now. She had to mask some of those raw feelings.
At her mention of the Ukrainian Quidditch match against Greece, he tipped her a wink. How odd that they had so many qualities and occurrences so similar.
"I didn't manage to stay long after the match. My Father wanted to run home and tell Mum. She's the Greek one in our household...well...was." She faltered, noting again of her foolish behavior. Did she just admit to him that her mother had...passed on? Oh! Lavinia bad! Very bad!
At her mention of going to the Pitch later, she witnessed a few changes in his demeanor. At first his eyes brightened and a grin grew on his face. He seemed interested enough, but then he had a think and he let out a groan. The answer sank in, she was going to be turned down. The thought that she had been correct floated to her head. Maybe he really did have a girlfriend and she was just the pretty view he had spotted while away from such a girl. She must have been special, the girl Tristan was ditching her for...
When he spoke again, she had been right. He was leaving her, but he used his friends as the excuse. Well, if he was leaving her to be with another girl he wouldn't have just gone out and said that, would he? especially not if he planned on taking a look at the pretty view on other days and nights. He blew her a kiss, and also sent her a request, if ever she needed him, send him an owl.
"That goes both ways, dear." Lavinia called back with a grin. It was highly doubtful that she would be writing him anytime soon, and the she had a feeling he would never write her. They would most likely run into each other again, so that didn't bother her. Maybe then she could catch a glimpse of his girlfriend, whom Lavinia was sure existed. She sighed as she picked up hr wand and with a wave, sent everything into her bag.
Getting up, she grabbed her belongings and walked out of the pool area, feeling that a swim wasn't necessary. She walked past Tristan and his mates, but didn't give a glance in their direction. She still had an ounce of dignity left, even if she had turned out to be a fool. Walking away not to quickly, she strutted to the exit, and after turning the corner she apparated as fast as she could back to Hogwarts Galaxia. She would have to tell Ash about her mistakes, and if she couldn't find him then she would run to Victoria or Georgie. She had to say something, she felt so...foolish.
