Post by liberty on Dec 10, 2011 17:49:21 GMT 1
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seventeen; becca; slytherin; cruel & ruthless
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come bathe in my wine for a while !
seventeen; becca; slytherin; cruel & ruthless
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My father was well known for his activities with various women, majority of them ended up conceiving children, which he wasn’t best pleased about, who wants to have to pay for eight different children none of them being fully blood related. I wouldn’t want to pay for that many children, oh well, his problem not mine. I have six younger siblings all of whom are in different houses. I have two younger brothers who are in Slytherin as well as a younger sister, and then two more that are both in Gryffindor as well as my older brother. Then another younger brother who is in Hufflepuff, and he is the only one in Hufflepuff.
You would question my attitude toward the other houses considering the fact I try to be civil to my other siblings who aren’t in Slytherin but they always throw it back in my face! I still remain civil despite the sarcastic comments some of them throw at me, although I have to admit some of my siblings do grate on me, which normally leads to me becoming a bit irritated and cruel.
I’m not always cruel, only sometimes when the mood strikes. I enjoy causing others pain and grief seeing their faces when I inflict it is priceless. When I say pain, I do mean physical sometimes it can be abusive words but I’m mostly a practical girl. I do have a good side and you’re very lucky if you happen to be on it, not a lot of people make it onto my good side, only pureblood Slytherin’s and my family, so to speak.
I like being on my own and left be, you could call me unsocial and you are correct. I hate interacting with others that don’t deserve my time, why should I pay attention to people who talk utter garbage? I do have a few close friends, but I’m a drifter, I tend to drift from person to person. I tend to hide a lot, and hide in the shadows, or the library. Oh yes, I do study and I’m very academic at that!
Fenrir was always into sleeping and bailing, it was what he was best it but maybe he should of stuck something on the end of it to prevent so many Greyback children running around. My existence was the result of a one night stand thanks to my father Fenrir Greyback, how would you say it? Drugging my mother – Jennifer Rivera. Although she was also a pureblood Slytherin, she did had standards and let’s just say that Fenrir isn’t the best looking guy on the block. * cough *
My mother treated me well as a child, I was the daughter she had always wanted and she treasured me. We got on well and we’d always be each other’s side. It was amazing how close I and my mother were but I never noticed her paranoid behaviour during the nights. She’d sit at the couch and panic if someone would knock at the door, I never knew why. It all became to clear though, eventually. When I was around nine myself and my mother were sat at home watching the muggle television when there was a knock at the door, I thought nothing of it until I heard a scream as my mother opened the door. I hide in the closet behind the couch and prayed whoever it was wouldn’t see me.
Looking through the crack of the door I saw a man, tall and frightening holding onto my mother questioning where she was, by she I think he meant me. Jennifer Rivera shook her head and stated she didn’t know, he obviously hadn’t noticed me peering out the door. What followed that was beatings, continues until she was no more and lay on the floor motionless. Eventually he found me and took me with him back to his amazingly large house in the countryside of Scotland, it was truly amazing but at that age I was extremely scared of what he could do to me, so I tried to escape.
Now I have a large claw mark scar on my side from when he transformed and grabbed hold of me, not letting go. I still remember the pain but I ran as fast as my little legs could carry me and successfully escaped. I now live with my foster parents who took me in when I was ten, and then they sent me to Hogwarts when I was eleven. That was when I learnt there were other Greyback siblings, and the oldest was sorted into Gryffindor which didn’t bother me, I became quite close to him over a year or so but the other siblings still questioned me being in Slytherin.”[/justify][/font][/size][/ul]
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Being a fifth year was very hard work, her older brother often told her she’d spend night after night studying and then he’d laugh. There was a good thing about being a Slytherin; there were always pros and cons for being in a different house. The eldest Rookwood had made it clear to his little sister that she should do all her work herself rather than force a timid Hufflepuff to complete your charms essay for you. The word Slytherin would automatically brand you for life, if people saw you were a Slytherin they’d avoid and if they saw you were in a foul mood they’d do anything to stay out of your way, or do as they were told.
A lot of people in Slytherin were wary of Victoria’s personality, they had seen her bad side and it was never pretty but she wasn’t like the other Slytherin’s, she wouldn’t be spiteful to a poor first year Ravenclaw, nor would she bully others. Sometimes if she was in a bad mood all hell would break lose which was very often but then again she had the personality of a Gryffindor, but the hat chose Slytherin. Most likely because of her short-temper and that it was a family tradition, both her mother and her father had been put in Slytherin and when she was younger and they got the first letter home from her brother stating he was in Slytherin, she knew she’d also be placed in that house.
It was pretty early in the morning but thankfully it was the weekend and there was no morning class for her. Since the Slytherin common room was located under the black lake there was hardly ever any sunlight and she often found it hard to tell if it was the evening or the morning and she’d always gaze over at one of the other girl’s clocks on their bedside table, and according to the clock it was eight o’clock. A groan escaped her lips and she tossed and turned for a few minutes before she decided to get up, it was always a struggle and she was always in a bad mood in the morning.
Victoria got herself dressed into a pair of blue denim skinny jeans, a maroon hoodie and a navy blue gilet before slipping on a pair of converses. She was honestly to tired to function but she had a very long day ahead of her, first off she’d probably grab some breakfast, something convenient and she could eat on the go, then she’d go up to the library to finish off her potions essay. Hopefully that would take her an hour or two and then she had Quidditch practice in the afternoon with the Slytherin team, and it was all quite a lot for her, considering she was currently doing her OWLs and should be studying all the time.
The fifth year tied her hair up into a messy bun and sighed loudly; pulling her bag out from under her bed and made sure she had all her potions books, notes, spare parchment and a quill. It was all in there which meant it was time to go and do some studying, something she never did look forward to but it had to be done. Victoria left the dungeons and walked straight over to the great hall. The Slytherin table was almost packed and she leaned over her elder brother and grabbed herself a slice of toast and rustled his thick brown hair before leaving again.
Toast was always easy to eat, and you could eat it on the go which was useful for Victoria since she was definitely on the go, she took a bite of the toasted bread that was oozing with butter and smiled slightly at the warm taste, she’d always liked toast, who didn’t like toast? She made her way up to the fourth floor wondering what she should tackle first, finish off her toast or eat her toast and work at the same time? No, she couldn’t get crumbs on her essay; the potions professor would go mental if half her breakfast was stuck to the parchment again.
The blonde girl hadn’t got in the door until she felt a cold liquid fall on her favourite hoodie. Her face scrunched up and she exhaled loudly before examining the mess on her hoodie, it would most likely wash out but that wasn’t the point. From the smell it was coffee and she hated the smell of coffee, hence why she never drank it or went near it. Victoria turned her attention from the obvious stain on her hoodie to the culprit and saw a very familiar face, a Greyback. They were both in the same year and had a few classes together, the only difference was the fact he was a Gryffindor and she was a Slytherin, there was suppose to be some sort of house rivalry but Victoria Rookwood was not a typical Slytherin girl.
Mornings always took her toll on her and she cocked a eyebrow at the Gryffindor, her Slytherin side kicked in and she throw her toast in his face just to make a point. Beverages and food should never land on someone, and she was getting her own back. “Thanks for that Greyback,” Normally she’d be civil but mornings definitely weren’t her thing and nearly everyone knew to avoid her in the morning. Hopefully he apologized otherwise there would be hell to pay.
A lot of people in Slytherin were wary of Victoria’s personality, they had seen her bad side and it was never pretty but she wasn’t like the other Slytherin’s, she wouldn’t be spiteful to a poor first year Ravenclaw, nor would she bully others. Sometimes if she was in a bad mood all hell would break lose which was very often but then again she had the personality of a Gryffindor, but the hat chose Slytherin. Most likely because of her short-temper and that it was a family tradition, both her mother and her father had been put in Slytherin and when she was younger and they got the first letter home from her brother stating he was in Slytherin, she knew she’d also be placed in that house.
It was pretty early in the morning but thankfully it was the weekend and there was no morning class for her. Since the Slytherin common room was located under the black lake there was hardly ever any sunlight and she often found it hard to tell if it was the evening or the morning and she’d always gaze over at one of the other girl’s clocks on their bedside table, and according to the clock it was eight o’clock. A groan escaped her lips and she tossed and turned for a few minutes before she decided to get up, it was always a struggle and she was always in a bad mood in the morning.
Victoria got herself dressed into a pair of blue denim skinny jeans, a maroon hoodie and a navy blue gilet before slipping on a pair of converses. She was honestly to tired to function but she had a very long day ahead of her, first off she’d probably grab some breakfast, something convenient and she could eat on the go, then she’d go up to the library to finish off her potions essay. Hopefully that would take her an hour or two and then she had Quidditch practice in the afternoon with the Slytherin team, and it was all quite a lot for her, considering she was currently doing her OWLs and should be studying all the time.
The fifth year tied her hair up into a messy bun and sighed loudly; pulling her bag out from under her bed and made sure she had all her potions books, notes, spare parchment and a quill. It was all in there which meant it was time to go and do some studying, something she never did look forward to but it had to be done. Victoria left the dungeons and walked straight over to the great hall. The Slytherin table was almost packed and she leaned over her elder brother and grabbed herself a slice of toast and rustled his thick brown hair before leaving again.
Toast was always easy to eat, and you could eat it on the go which was useful for Victoria since she was definitely on the go, she took a bite of the toasted bread that was oozing with butter and smiled slightly at the warm taste, she’d always liked toast, who didn’t like toast? She made her way up to the fourth floor wondering what she should tackle first, finish off her toast or eat her toast and work at the same time? No, she couldn’t get crumbs on her essay; the potions professor would go mental if half her breakfast was stuck to the parchment again.
The blonde girl hadn’t got in the door until she felt a cold liquid fall on her favourite hoodie. Her face scrunched up and she exhaled loudly before examining the mess on her hoodie, it would most likely wash out but that wasn’t the point. From the smell it was coffee and she hated the smell of coffee, hence why she never drank it or went near it. Victoria turned her attention from the obvious stain on her hoodie to the culprit and saw a very familiar face, a Greyback. They were both in the same year and had a few classes together, the only difference was the fact he was a Gryffindor and she was a Slytherin, there was suppose to be some sort of house rivalry but Victoria Rookwood was not a typical Slytherin girl.
Mornings always took her toll on her and she cocked a eyebrow at the Gryffindor, her Slytherin side kicked in and she throw her toast in his face just to make a point. Beverages and food should never land on someone, and she was getting her own back. “Thanks for that Greyback,” Normally she’d be civil but mornings definitely weren’t her thing and nearly everyone knew to avoid her in the morning. Hopefully he apologized otherwise there would be hell to pay.
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SO THIS SIMPLE APPLICATION WAS CODED BY MANDA, AKA THAT
LOVE IN C MAJOR ! CHICK ON THAT CAUTION WEBSITE.
I THINK SHE'D TOTALLY APPRECIATE IT IF WE LEFT THIS CREDIT
ON HERE. OR ELSE SHE MIGHT SEND SOMETHING AFTER US. I DO
N'T WANT TO BE CAUGHT TAKING THIS FROM HER, SO I THINK I
WILL LEAVE IT ON HERE AND NOT TAKE IT OFF LIKE A SMART KID.