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Post by MILAVICIA NATALIA LESTRANGE on Feb 1, 2014 2:56:20 GMT -5
 Milavicia was sitting in the Slytherin Common Room, writing a letter to her family as she sat, stretched out on one of the leather couches in the Common Room. Once she had finished, she got up and left the dungeouns, making her way to the Owlery tower. Mila had decided to send a letter off, as well as visit her owl, Mitchie, as she hadn't seen him in a little while. There'd been no letters sent out or received lately, keeping Mitchie from being able to go on any far trips to stretch out his wings. He'd been stuck flying around anywhere around Hogwarts. Mila felt that he needed a change from that. So she felt a trip up to the owlery to see her beloved pet was well needed. Walking up the many steps, Mila finally reached the top, her clumsy self almost tripping as she went to climb the last step, thankfully managing to regain her balance before falling face first. Looking around, there was nobody else hanging around, no one except all the owls that lived in the tower. Now Mila just needed to find where Mitchie was. Climbing more stairs, further up the tower she passed many owls before reaching another level. She stood in the middle and looked around before whistling. A little black and brown owl suddenly flew, landing on Mila's arm. Smiling, Mila stroked her fingers along his feathers before reaching into her pocket and taking out a little treat, feeding Mitchie. "Time to spread your wings for a little trip, Mitchie. Here you go." she said, passing him an envelope she'd just taken out of her other pocket. Soon enough, Mitchie stretched his wings out and flew off of her arm and out of the Owlery. Walking over near a ledge, Mila climbed up, sitting and leaning against the wall. |
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Post by EVIE ARIA PATTERSON on Feb 2, 2014 11:15:47 GMT -5
 Evie threw off the covers and shot out of bed. Oops…She was so screwed. She hadn't written a letter to her mother in a long while. She was positively dead if she didn't write one ASAP. Cho Patterson was not woman to be messed with when she was angry. Her mother had always been one of those very emotional people so her anger was not the best feeling. She never abused her kids but that stern look always scared her. Besides, her mother sent her a letter saying that she had better send an owl or else a Howler would be sent her way. That would have been embarrassing. The Gryffindor buzzed around, getting ready for the day. For the finishing touch to her little rush, she added a Gryffindor-colored scarf. Evie took out some parchment, ink, and a quill to write her letter. She pretty much rambled in it about anything hat she could think of. It basically consisted of her talking about Quidditch. She strayed away from her classes. She had hardly been paying attention. She wasn't failing or anything. That would result in her getting kicked off the team. She got decent grades, only excelling in the classes which she enjoyed.
Done! She folded up the letter, put it in an envelope, and sealed it. Her next stop was the Owlery. She darted out of her room, slamming the door behind her. That probably woke a few people up. Evie skipped away to the Owlery to find an owl. It would've been smart to get one of her own. No, she had to get a cat 'cause of how sad it looked. She loved Misty though. She quickly found an owl and gave it her letter. The owl was soon off on its journey. Evie turned around to see another girl sitting by the wall. She never noticed her there. "Hey," she greeted. "You're Mila, right?"
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Post by MILAVICIA NATALIA LESTRANGE on Feb 4, 2014 4:01:00 GMT -5
Mila always felt as though there was a lot of expectation from her. She was the youngest daughter within the Lestrange family. The Lestranges had all been Death Eaters, followers of Voldemort back in the day. Mila's aunt, Bellatrix, had been the biggest supporter. It was mainly because of Bellatrix that the Lestrange name was worse than just another name within the Death Eaters. Everyone basically expected the same sort of alignment with any Lestrange, especially seeing as they were all in Slytherin anyway. So was Mila any different? Did she follow alongside the same as the rest of her family? Of course she did. Mila was cold, harsh and cared a lot when it came to blood status' and the muggle community. Of course, there were certain times that she had some decency, depending on who it was and where they stood. She tended to be quite the bitter bitch at most times, who usually stuck within her own blood status or house.
Sitting, leaning against the stoney wall, Mila was quiet as she wrote in a leather bound book of some sort. A journal. Mila wasn't completely sure why she ever even kept a journal, it was just something she did. Some of the time she wasn't even sure what she wrote in there. Anything really, she supposed. From dreams to reality, current or past events, things she wished would happen. Anything. It was always a strange thought, yet still never seemed to stop Mila from doing so. The sound of another person hanging around didn't attract Mila. She usually tended to ignore most noises of someone else hanging around. It was usually someone that Mila didn't generally get along with. That was basically most people. It wasn't until she heard a voice, speaking directly to her, that Mila glanced up from her journal, not moving any part of her body, and looked directly at the fact of the Gryffindor student. What was her name? Effy or something? Mila didn't really know, not that she really cared. The girl was a Gryffindork. Still, she knew Mila. Mila gave her some points for the girl addressing her as Mila and not her fullname Milavicia. The name was a mouthful, one that people generally had problems pronouncing, and it was more just a name that her parents or older relatives used. "That would be correct," she said, her voice like ice as she closed the journal. "Why do you ask?" |
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