Post by Deleted on May 14, 2012 2:08:46 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 450px; padding: 10px;][bg=121212][style=font-family: arial narrow; color: #00BBFF; font-weight: bold; font-size: 20px; letter-spacing: -1px; line-height: 16px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 320px solid #00BBFF;]THIS IS A GAME.[/style] [style=text-align: left; color: #e4e4e4; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 3px; font-family: arial;]DO NOT TRUST YOUR EARS. WHAT YOU HEAR ARE LIES.[/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #e4e4e4; background-color: #212121; padding: 5px; border: 1px solid #222222;] [style=zoom: 1; filter: alpha(opacity=70); opacity: 0.7; margin-right: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; width: 100px; height: 100px; border-radius: 10px; background-image: url(http://i92.photobucket.com/albums/l11/DevilishSeductress/Yun-Lee/yunlee51.png); float: left;] [/style] the stars were just appearing, the sun sinking below the horizon. the long shafts of light painting the classroom floor were shrinking, fading, much like the day; the halls were flooded, full of students returning from their saturday trip to hogsmeade and students who had been holed up, either studying or too young to leave the castle, heading down to the feast that was dinner. it was a meal that very few missed - the last official time to eat, without resorting to sneaking down into the kitchens; a time to gossip with friends over pumpkin juice, to chat with those in rival houses. alexandrie rousseau never made it. she didn't often miss dinner. there were a few instances where she'd been studying and lost track of time and had to pop in to the kitchen to make up for it, but those times were few and far between, since she could take her books and papers to the table without interference. she had been studying - in the library, no less, they had such wonderful books - and then - and then - she shifted, a quiet sound of discomfort escaping her throat. the floor was cold, hard, and unforgiving against her back; her once pristine robes, now dirtied and torn, provided no protection against the elements. her legs felt as if they were on fire - sore and stiff, possibly bruised, much like her hips. she couldn't decide if her lower body was numb, or if it just hurt so much she couldn't feel it. she thought she was bleeding, maybe, ruining her nice pants, but she couldn't be sure. she was sure, though, that dinner was over. it was so late - blinking open her eyes she saw that the stars were perfectly visible in the sky, the moon bathing her in a romantic light. something wet was trailing down her cheeks, down into her mussed hair, and were she a weaker person she'd have thought them tears. she doubted anyone had missed her. [style=color: #00BBFF; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 1px; background-color: #121212; padding: 2px;]TAGGING: XERXES & ASHER | WORDS: HERE | NOTES: CRYING, LYING BEFORE A WINDOW, IN THE DADA ROOM.[/style][/style] |
[/style]In all truth, Xerxes hadn’t noticed the lack of his female cousin at diner. Not like he didn’t like her. No no. For a girl, she was alright. She was one of the few females that Xerxes could actually stand, which was amazing. Truth be told, he sort of liked her in a friend way. He had been distracted by a fellow Slytherin. But you couldn’t even really blame him that he didn’t notice the forth year’s existence. He really did. The Slytherin and Ravenclaw tables were on the exact opposite sides of the dining hall. But that conversation he had with a fellow snake, Lucas. He had taken an attachment to Lucas; he was fun to play around with.
