Post by michelle amanda smith on Sept 8, 2011 0:27:54 GMT -5
WHEN I CLOSE MY EYES I SEE YOU
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MICHELLE AMANDA SMITH !
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IN MY DREAMS YOU WILL BE NEAR[/center][/b][/color]
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I WON’T LET YOU DISAPPEAR
BUT I’M HERE ON MY OWN
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I WON’T LET YOU DISAPPEAR
BUT I’M HERE ON MY OWN
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I AM CRYING OUT FOR YOU
IN THE CENTER OF MY HEART
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I AM CRYING OUT FOR YOU
IN THE CENTER OF MY HEART
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OVERALL PERSONALITY: at least one paragraph
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YOU USED TO HEAR ME BREATHE
WHEN YOU TOUCHED ME DEEP
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YOU USED TO HEAR ME BREATHE
WHEN YOU TOUCHED ME DEEP
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CAN YOU HEAR THE SOUNDS?
CAN YOU FEEL THE HEAT?
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CAN YOU HEAR THE SOUNDS?
CAN YOU FEEL THE HEAT?
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I HAVE LEFT PARADISE AND
I DID NOT EVEN SAY GOODBYE
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I HAVE LEFT PARADISE AND
I DID NOT EVEN SAY GOODBYE
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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r71/maggiesrpstuff/BACKGROUNDS/fk5qwnjpg.png); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30; -moz-border-radius: 35 35 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 35 35 35 35;] hi » FIRE IT UP. Natalia was in one of her more irritable moods, you know the moods where it would be best if you stayed out of her way? Those were the moods most would take off running from. Why was Slytherin’s princess in such a foul state? Her brother! He had made her feel like an utter fool in the common room! The little reject had the audacity to embarrass her in front of her friends as well! He was a freak! But he could get away with it for the mere fact he was a male, and therefore the family heir. He could make Nat look like an idiot amongst the pure-blood elite and still be their little prince. Though, Natalia did have her daddy wrapped around her pinky finger. That was one perk about being her daddy’s princess as well, but still, the son was definitely the golden child. Not to mention the namesake of the Jugson line. Every day Natalia prayed to Merlin for their family sake, since one day it would rest in his hands. As far as Talia was concerned, they were all doomed for permanent embarrassment. Just like she had experienced that morning as well as every day since he joined her at Hogwarts. There wasn’t a year where he didn’t drive his elder sister batty I am going to murder that little dung brain. she thought bitterly, arms crossed tightly against her chest, her heels click clacking down the Hogwarts corridor as she walked. It was a weekend therefore she was free to dress as she wished, as long as it was modest enough. As she walked, Natalia glared at anyone and everyone, including a few of the teachers. No one dared to say a word to her, all knowing of her temper. Especially the mud-bloods that were allowed to roam the school freely. When Natalia caught sight of a student whom had been marked as a mud-blood, Natalia would turn her nose up and mutter ’filth’ just in spite of herself. Like any other day, she chose to ignore the hurt or angry expressions that many of them wore. It didn’t matter how they felt, she was just calling them what they were. They were the cause for the decline of the pure-blood race, thinking that they were entitled to magic. What Hogwarts needed was a headmaster with enough common sense to send them back into the muggle world, where they belonged. Dumbledore was too foolish to do such a thing; he believed them to be equal to those who were of magical parentage. Some days it was hard to believe that Dumbledore came from a pure-blood family himself. The Dumbledore’s had been a respected family once upon a time, but all of that had changed as of late. The eldest Dumbledore son was the world’s greatest blood-traitor and it made Talia sick to her stomach. How could anyone betray their blood? Such ideas were far beyond her, but she knew that one day, those who were not loyal to what they were would meet a nasty ending. Natalia though about all of this with a nasty and very frightening smirk on her face. She would gladly help the one who helped rid the wizarding world of the scum polluting it. Getting lost in own minds ramblings, Talia felt someone else collide with her, and she fell to the ground with a piercing scream. At first Natalia hadn’t the faintest idea of who ran into her but as she surveyed the other student her look of surprise changed to one of disgust and pure loathing, she thought she smelled garbage and the girl before her was just that. Trash, one of the mud-bloods that Natalia hated with a passion. “YOU BLOODY IDIOT! YOU COULD HAVE KILLED ME!” She shouted dramatically, glaring at the Gryffindor girl “WATCH WHERE YOU’RE WALKING NEXT TIME, YOU STUPID MUD-BLOOD!” she held no shame for the words that were coming out of her mouth, she never did. Natalia very rarely felt any remorse for those she was embarrassing or even harassing. It was against her nature to feel bad for those lesser than her but Merlin help the person who dared to make her feel like a fool. Natalia continued to glare at the girl while she waited for her to open her filthy mouth. 724 words, outfit is here, sorry for Natalia's nasty name calling I have no control of her attitude. |
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