Lol, oh don't worry, I didn't mean it as a dig, so sorry if it came across like that, I just know that at leats half of the characters are going to be out for Wolf's blood (if not I'm not doing my job right as a Slytherin) ^_^
Lullyn Member
STATUS: I've not run off, but rl very hectic. Will post tomorrow to all those waiting! 9 yrs ago
- Last Seen: 9 yrs ago
- Joined: 10 yrs ago
- Posts: 319 (0.09 / day)
- VMs: 0
-
Username history
- Lullyn 10 yrs ago
Status
Recent Statuses
9 yrs ago
Current
I've not run off, but rl very hectic. Will post tomorrow to all those waiting!
1
like
9 yrs ago
Playing Mass Effect for the first time.
1
like
10 yrs ago
Every character, and every rp, has a song. Find it and no matter what you do, that song will put you back into it.
10 yrs ago
Why isn't phonetic spelled the way it sounds?
Bio
I'm Lullyn, or Lu. I'm interested in having lots of fun RPing on this site, but haven't made a decision of a particular genre. I'm very open, so ask. I'm happy to go with someone else's idea and play through from there, or give ideas of my own. All my characters are different, most of them created specifically for the RP I'm in, and I play male or female characters.
Song that makes me feel great: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CAVTWer5gx4
Oh, if you like my rp style (see what I've done before) by all means message me and maybe I can RP with you. I'm pretty much up for anything. PM me for more details ^_^
My lastest anime - I'm re watching Accel World
|
|
|Most Recent Posts
She reached up behind her head, touching his hair for a moment, then letting her hand fall again.
"You'll be fine, Jube," she told him. "Don't worry. In a couple of days we'll know more about everything and then we can make a plan."
She looked back to Milo, who was eating quietly. She wondered how long he'd been somewhere like this. Was he the only one, or were there more like him. He must have a family but then why was he here with them.
"Get some rest," she said to Jube. "You must be tired after all that flying."
"You'll be fine, Jube," she told him. "Don't worry. In a couple of days we'll know more about everything and then we can make a plan."
She looked back to Milo, who was eating quietly. She wondered how long he'd been somewhere like this. Was he the only one, or were there more like him. He must have a family but then why was he here with them.
"Get some rest," she said to Jube. "You must be tired after all that flying."
@iSuspect
Silently waits for the headmaster... *twitches* No rush... no rush at all... take your time...
Me too. Wolf has caused enough damage for now. Oh and if anyone as starts firing curses at him, I'll be sure he wins. Since he is not a quidditch player he has to be good at something. He's no Snape with potions but everyone is good at something.
I'm making my girl a final year student, but since she's so clumsy many people will either know who she is but look down on her, or have no idea. ^_^
All these Ravenclaw haters. My poor little charrie. No wonder she'd terrified of you all.
Bullies! :P
@Pie Flavor
I know what you mean about the ages though, but I'm sure everyone who's 17 is in year 7, not 6.
I was thinking about upping my character's age, since the majority seems to be 17. I haven't posted anything yet that would harm this.
Bullies! :P
@Pie Flavor
I know what you mean about the ages though, but I'm sure everyone who's 17 is in year 7, not 6.
I was thinking about upping my character's age, since the majority seems to be 17. I haven't posted anything yet that would harm this.
@Dirty Pretty Lies
Hehre. I intend to be a very good Slytherin Muwhahaha.
BTW all, all Ravenclaws must have a surname beginning with C ;)
Hehre. I intend to be a very good Slytherin Muwhahaha.
BTW all, all Ravenclaws must have a surname beginning with C ;)
As the song goes (if you've heard it)
"I predict a riot!"
"I predict a riot!"
I honestly swear, despite how it looks, that I am not going to be the bane of everyone's life (and when I say I, I mean Wolf). However, I will stand for everything Slytherin stands for and act in the best traditions of the house.
If anyone would like to join Slytherin and give me a hand, super. (hint, hint If not, I might make another character just so Wolf is not causing all the issues.
If anyone would like to join Slytherin and give me a hand, super. (hint, hint If not, I might make another character just so Wolf is not causing all the issues.
|Jean Clements|
|Location: The Great Hall|
The other person had given her a glare and had practically pushed her off, stomping off down the table and leaving her kneeling on the floor, shaking. It was taken her a minute to realize it was a Slytherin and now they were back among their own, who were laughing and jeering, and pointing at her.
Sometimes, she wished she'd never found out she was a witch. She didn't even have anyone here who would stand up for her. Her friends either hadn't seen or were disowning her for the moment.
A chant had gotten up somewhere at the far side of the room near the Gryffindor but she had no interest in it, nor in the random shouts and calls across the room. It was Slytherin closest to the door, then Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff and finally Slytherin. She'd always thought that it was this order because Gryffindor and Slytherin were like bitter rivals, so they needed to be as far apart as possible. Hufflepuffs were sweet and therefore an easy target, leaving Ravenclaw to be a small barrier between. Quite frankly, she wished to as far from the Slytherins as she could get right now.
She'd gotten to her feet, shaking a little and had taken a couple of steps toward a seat when the great hall doors had sung open and Barnaby Arkwright came skidding down the isle. In her haste not to be knocked over, she landed with a thump on the bench, looking shocked.
She'd never felt worse, biting her lip and shaking.
"M...m...mind if I sit here?" she asked the students who she landed among. They were 3rd years, much younger than her, but didn't seem to mind and nodded. "Thank you."
She sat miserably, head in her hands. She wasn't cool, like Tate or Tatum, or popular like Demetria or even funny like Barnaby. She was a joke.
"Well...." she said, and then stopped herself. Finishing that sentence with something like it couldn't get worse was asking for trouble.
She gave a small groan and put her head on the table, wanting to go to bed. The second time it was louder, when the Slytherin's began to sing. She wasn't sure who had it worse, the badgers being next to the lions, or her
house being next to the snakes.
|Julian Wolf|
|Location: The Great Hall|
Julian could give a flying rat about Quidditch. He'd never been interested in being on the team, but when the chanting started, he whistled to the rest of the Slytherins, most of whom started up the song, starting low and building. Most people might have recognised the tune, but the Slytherins certainly seemed to find it funny, Wolf conducting with his wand.
"Who do we feel sorry for?
There's no way that they can score!
Gryffindor, Gryffindor.
Who is easy to ignore?
They can't handle what's in store.
That's Gryffindor!"
Many Slytherin's laughed and grinned, the noise building as they laughed and sang, but Wolf the loudest as the second verse started.
"Who are we fighting for?
Slytherin, Slytherin.
Who's the ones who always win
Slytherin.
Against the Quaffle we defend
Winning is all that we intend
Slytherin."
Her eyes had moved to the mouth of the cave as he spoke, her mind's eye envisioning how it would be to fly. She'd thought about it all before, so it didn't take a moment for her to recall it. She liked to stand on her roof when the wind blew and feel the breeze through her hair.
His words about Jube made her come back to earth with a thud, and she looked over an her friend, whom Lupo was playing with. The little wolf was watching the stick with great enthusiasm and then chasing it. When he caught it, he'd pull it like he was playing tug-o-war.
"Yes," she said, eyes still on Jube. "I might make him feel better, but just lately I seem to be more often the cause of it in the first place."
She pushed herself off the wall, heading back to Jube and putting a hand on his head.
"So, you're flying," she said, sitting down not next to him, but behind him, her back against him. She tilted her head back so it came to rest on his shoulder, her eyes on the roof of the cave. "Think you can breath fire?"
She wanted to be supportive, and now she could get past the dragon thing, mostly, it was easier to joke about it. It was her fault he was out her, so she would be the best friend she could.
His words about Jube made her come back to earth with a thud, and she looked over an her friend, whom Lupo was playing with. The little wolf was watching the stick with great enthusiasm and then chasing it. When he caught it, he'd pull it like he was playing tug-o-war.
"Yes," she said, eyes still on Jube. "I might make him feel better, but just lately I seem to be more often the cause of it in the first place."
She pushed herself off the wall, heading back to Jube and putting a hand on his head.
"So, you're flying," she said, sitting down not next to him, but behind him, her back against him. She tilted her head back so it came to rest on his shoulder, her eyes on the roof of the cave. "Think you can breath fire?"
She wanted to be supportive, and now she could get past the dragon thing, mostly, it was easier to joke about it. It was her fault he was out her, so she would be the best friend she could.
The Queen had never been able to say no to her god child, which was why Avril had convinced Ella to ask and not done so herself. The Queen might have tried to persuade, or come up with an alternative, but she was most likely to agree.
Her talking to her father was just that little push.
The Queen certainly didn’t look so concerned when her god-daughter called her Aunt Cass, like she’d forgotten, for the moment, all of her concerns.
“Thank you for coming, my darling,” the Queen said, accepting the kiss with grace and giving her a smile. “Tea in 3 days.”
Tea was always a quiet thing, just the two of them, sometimes Avril too, in the Queen’s personal garden. It was away from everyone else, only an occasional servant around.
Avril beamed at her friend, though was sure to keep her back to her mother so no hint of their plan should be heard of.
The ball was over, and soon all the guests were gone, leaving the hall still apart from the servants to clean.
---------------
Early in the morning, horse saddled and all the needed equipment passed around, the hunting party set off. It was always an enjoyed affair, children laughing and watching as Edward led the party through the kingdom’s streets and into the forest beyond. They were always gone many hours and would always drink largely after, either in a toast to their luck, or commiseration to their misfortune. It was a time when the market would already be open and much of the kingdom would be awake, making their daily bread.
No one noticed the younger Prince leave the palace in the commotion, and he was not dressed anywhere like he should be. He wore the garb of a palace guard, and was in the company of another guard. They marched from the palace and to the barracks.
Avril was dressed by her maid servant, eager to be out of the outfit and gone, but showing an elegant patience as she allowed herself to be laced into the corset, all the layers applied which would go beneath her clothing, before finally being allowed to place on the dress.
Her mother and father were awaiting her, where they had breakfast. Stephen had not answered his door when she knocked and his door was locked. She hadn’t seen him the previous night either, which made her apprehensive. He must be in there, but wanting to be alone.
It took some time for Avril to be allowed to leave. A coach and retinue took time, and eventually Avril persuaded the Queen, with her father’s help, that the less fuss made was the best. If people knew the Princess was in a house, there was more danger. 2 guards, a plain sort of coach and Avril dressed as she was (elegant but not overly royal) would make it more likely that a lady and not a Princess had called.
“If the guards dress as footmen, all the better,” she tried to convince her, but her mother insisted on the uniforms, so her father reached the compromise that they ride within the carriage and discreetly entered.
Finally, the journey began, with 2 experienced members of the guard within the carriage as it rode Ella’s home. Avril wanted to peek out, but her crown would give her away and then all her gentle prodding would have been wasted.
On arrival, the footman knocked upon the door before opening the door. The guards insisted Avril remained seated until their hostess opened the door, where she could enter quickly, along with them.
Her talking to her father was just that little push.
The Queen certainly didn’t look so concerned when her god-daughter called her Aunt Cass, like she’d forgotten, for the moment, all of her concerns.
“Thank you for coming, my darling,” the Queen said, accepting the kiss with grace and giving her a smile. “Tea in 3 days.”
Tea was always a quiet thing, just the two of them, sometimes Avril too, in the Queen’s personal garden. It was away from everyone else, only an occasional servant around.
Avril beamed at her friend, though was sure to keep her back to her mother so no hint of their plan should be heard of.
The ball was over, and soon all the guests were gone, leaving the hall still apart from the servants to clean.
---------------
Early in the morning, horse saddled and all the needed equipment passed around, the hunting party set off. It was always an enjoyed affair, children laughing and watching as Edward led the party through the kingdom’s streets and into the forest beyond. They were always gone many hours and would always drink largely after, either in a toast to their luck, or commiseration to their misfortune. It was a time when the market would already be open and much of the kingdom would be awake, making their daily bread.
No one noticed the younger Prince leave the palace in the commotion, and he was not dressed anywhere like he should be. He wore the garb of a palace guard, and was in the company of another guard. They marched from the palace and to the barracks.
Avril was dressed by her maid servant, eager to be out of the outfit and gone, but showing an elegant patience as she allowed herself to be laced into the corset, all the layers applied which would go beneath her clothing, before finally being allowed to place on the dress.
Her mother and father were awaiting her, where they had breakfast. Stephen had not answered his door when she knocked and his door was locked. She hadn’t seen him the previous night either, which made her apprehensive. He must be in there, but wanting to be alone.
It took some time for Avril to be allowed to leave. A coach and retinue took time, and eventually Avril persuaded the Queen, with her father’s help, that the less fuss made was the best. If people knew the Princess was in a house, there was more danger. 2 guards, a plain sort of coach and Avril dressed as she was (elegant but not overly royal) would make it more likely that a lady and not a Princess had called.
“If the guards dress as footmen, all the better,” she tried to convince her, but her mother insisted on the uniforms, so her father reached the compromise that they ride within the carriage and discreetly entered.
Finally, the journey began, with 2 experienced members of the guard within the carriage as it rode Ella’s home. Avril wanted to peek out, but her crown would give her away and then all her gentle prodding would have been wasted.
On arrival, the footman knocked upon the door before opening the door. The guards insisted Avril remained seated until their hostess opened the door, where she could enter quickly, along with them.
© 2007-2024