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Realistic or Modern Willow Valley [CS]
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❛ it's only love, nobody dies ❜
Joanna Zabielski
Name: Joanna Zabielski
Nickname: Jojo
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Department: Vocalist
Eye Color: Hazel
Hair Color: Brown
Height: 5'4
Weight: 140lbs
Tattoos/Piercings: This tattoo on her left shoulderblade.
Nickname: Jojo
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Department: Vocalist
Eye Color: Hazel
Hair Color: Brown
Height: 5'4
Weight: 140lbs
Tattoos/Piercings: This tattoo on her left shoulderblade.
Likes: iced coffee; dogs; singing; hot tea; bright colors; bangs
Dislikes: being clumsy; snakes; big vehicles; soda; heels; red apples
Personality:
+brave
+honest
+passionate
-proud
-impulsive
-impatient
Dislikes: being clumsy; snakes; big vehicles; soda; heels; red apples
Personality:
+brave
+honest
+passionate
-proud
-impulsive
-impatient
Joanna has had a certain spark about her, ever since the day she was born. Her mother used to say that she was born to be a star. As a baby going into her toddler stages, she never shied away from anyone. Stranger danger was not in her vocabulary, as the girl would literally talk to anyone with the biggest smile present on her little face. Her parents had to watch out for her; they'd turn their backs for a second and she'd be gone, off to find her next adventure.
Speaking of talking, little Jojo actually sang before she talked. If she wanted to tell you a story, she sang it to you. Right away, her parents could tell it was something she'd be passionate about-- at least, they were hoping so. They dumped her in voice lessons, and when she got a little older, dance lessons. It quickly became evident, however, that their little girl was not a dancer. But you can bet that even with broken limbs, she still got on that stage and sang.
Off the stage, Jojo still has quite the stage presence. She's loud and opinionated, which doesn't always go over so well with her peers. It's probably one of the reasons she's never quite fit in, especially with the more popular crowd. She's a loner mostly, with few people she considers friends. Her parents divorce when she was in middle school didn't help, considering her mother ran off with her personal trainer just as Jojo started puberty, leaving her father alone with a teenage girl who didn't have any clue how to be girly.
Thankfully they got through the roughest part, or at least they hope. Jojo started at Willow Valley as a freshman, her father taking out a second mortgage on the house to be able to afford it, wanting to give his baby girl her best shot at being what she was meant to be.
Speaking of talking, little Jojo actually sang before she talked. If she wanted to tell you a story, she sang it to you. Right away, her parents could tell it was something she'd be passionate about-- at least, they were hoping so. They dumped her in voice lessons, and when she got a little older, dance lessons. It quickly became evident, however, that their little girl was not a dancer. But you can bet that even with broken limbs, she still got on that stage and sang.
Off the stage, Jojo still has quite the stage presence. She's loud and opinionated, which doesn't always go over so well with her peers. It's probably one of the reasons she's never quite fit in, especially with the more popular crowd. She's a loner mostly, with few people she considers friends. Her parents divorce when she was in middle school didn't help, considering her mother ran off with her personal trainer just as Jojo started puberty, leaving her father alone with a teenage girl who didn't have any clue how to be girly.
Thankfully they got through the roughest part, or at least they hope. Jojo started at Willow Valley as a freshman, her father taking out a second mortgage on the house to be able to afford it, wanting to give his baby girl her best shot at being what she was meant to be.
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Keeper of HUZAHs
Name: Adrian Vahlen
Nickname: n/a
Age: 18
Gender: male
sexuality: straight
year: Senior
department: music (viloin)
Eyes: dark green
hair: dark brown
height: 5'10
weight: 119lb
extra: n/a
likes: Calligraphy, power metal, craftsmanship
dislikes: violin, math, his mother
Personality: Adrian is like a two sided coin. Half the time he has this aloof calm about him, which shows itself most in academic settings or when he plays the violin. There is confidence, there is logic, but there is no happiness, and if one looks close they could see there is some anxiety. On the other side, when he is with friends or working on a project, his mere presence radiates joy, though his confidence diminishes. In general, he expresses more emotion when in positive situations, while he almost shuts down in negative.
Background: Adrian was born to a single mother on the east coast, where he lived a relatively well off life style. It was a long standing Vahlen tradition to play the violin and Adrien's mother would make sure it did not stop any time soon. From a young age he got good grades, played the violin, and had what many his age would have considered a good life. There was just one problem.
Adrian hated every moment of it.
He wanted to live a simple life. He wanted normal friends and not arranged ones. he wanted to pursue his real passions, not the passions of his ancestors. But what could he do? His mother was steadfast in seeing her son down a very specific track. He was too busy being the perfect son to be a normal kid and he hated it. He didn't even want to go to this academy. But Mrs. Vahlen would see the best for her son. Well, maybe living away from home would let him have some freedom.
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"It was the dead of night. The cold winter held its grip on the land like a frozen vice with a less than comfortable blanket of snow covering the ground. The sky was starless, but the full moon was as bright as it had ever been. An erie sight for most. However, to practitioners of eldritch incantations, it was almost a joyous sight. It meant the flow of energy in the world was reaching an apex, allowing for the completion of important rituals. Or, in the case of a particular young man in his workshop, it meant a long standing project could finally be completed. The workshop was located where two previously undocumented lay-lines met, allowing for the energy of the world to flow into his invention unhindered. The exterior looked unassuming enough, a private shack in the middle of the woods, unpainted and nothing special. The interior, however, looked like a twisted amalgamation of the homes of a clock maker and an occultist, neither of which had a particular sense of organization. Gears and candles lay thrown about, chalk dust and metal shavings were everywhere. In the center of it all was a young man sitting at a junk pile otherwise known as a desk. His hands and eyes moved across an object in his hands with impressive precision. His movements were reminiscent of the aforementioned analogy, half clock maker, half occultist. One second, he was turning a fine tipped screwdriver and the next he was burning a tarot card over a candle and sweeping the ashes into a small tube. He had been doing this for an immeasurable amount of time, and he would only stop when the moon would reach its apex. Then, and only then, would he set down his tools, line up a crustal lens to project the moonlight onto his creation, and promptly fall asleep in his chair. His name was Ajax Vern, and he was a warlock."
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An Aesthetic sham
Name: Sebastian Ainsley
Nickname: Sebby
Age: 18
Year: Senior
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bi
Department: Film
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Brown
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 140 lbs
Tattoos/Piercings/Etc.: None
Likes: Indie bands, scarves, suits, foreign films, patterned socks, microbrew.
Dislikes: The mainstream, summer blockbusters, capitalism.
Personality: One of the most outwardly noticeable things about Sebastian upon meeting him is his remarkable pretentiousness, a force so powerful that it's hard to believe that it's genuine. For some part, it isn't, in fact at least some part of it's exaggerated, making him come off a little fake much of the time. Otherwise, he's very low-strung and calm much of the time and is nearly good at listening as he is talking, making him decently easy to converse with. He's also a wealth of knowledge on obscure bands and film, as well as some pseudophilosophy. Sebby is quite confident, which gives him a natural charisma that counterbalances the assholeish nature that comes from his pretentiousness. He also has a pretty dorkish, genuinely likable side of his personality that he's a little ashamed of, so suppresses. The line between his "real self" and the aesthetic facade he puts up.
Bio: His parents are both Jewish from England, however for practically all of his life he's able to remember, he grew up in New York. He reaped the rewards of his family's wealth, so he lived a fairly privileged life. As a result of this, he grew up fairly intelligent with tutors and good schools, thus he generally excelled without much effort and quickly grew bored with such things. This, as well as is pretentious interests and personality, caused a lot of familial drama throughout his teens, mainly because of him acting out. He spent a lot of time hanging out with a bunch of hipsters, often away from home, creating cheap short films and the like with his friends. Sometime last year, his family was to move back to England, however deciding he wasn't interested in that, he decided to apply to Willow Valley, finding a distinguished academy to be a fitting environment for him. So, by the close of the year, he moved out to Montana to begin his new education.
He also hates his father for no logical reason.
Nickname: Sebby
Age: 18
Year: Senior
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bi
Department: Film
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Brown
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 140 lbs
Tattoos/Piercings/Etc.: None
Likes: Indie bands, scarves, suits, foreign films, patterned socks, microbrew.
Dislikes: The mainstream, summer blockbusters, capitalism.
Personality: One of the most outwardly noticeable things about Sebastian upon meeting him is his remarkable pretentiousness, a force so powerful that it's hard to believe that it's genuine. For some part, it isn't, in fact at least some part of it's exaggerated, making him come off a little fake much of the time. Otherwise, he's very low-strung and calm much of the time and is nearly good at listening as he is talking, making him decently easy to converse with. He's also a wealth of knowledge on obscure bands and film, as well as some pseudophilosophy. Sebby is quite confident, which gives him a natural charisma that counterbalances the assholeish nature that comes from his pretentiousness. He also has a pretty dorkish, genuinely likable side of his personality that he's a little ashamed of, so suppresses. The line between his "real self" and the aesthetic facade he puts up.
Bio: His parents are both Jewish from England, however for practically all of his life he's able to remember, he grew up in New York. He reaped the rewards of his family's wealth, so he lived a fairly privileged life. As a result of this, he grew up fairly intelligent with tutors and good schools, thus he generally excelled without much effort and quickly grew bored with such things. This, as well as is pretentious interests and personality, caused a lot of familial drama throughout his teens, mainly because of him acting out. He spent a lot of time hanging out with a bunch of hipsters, often away from home, creating cheap short films and the like with his friends. Sometime last year, his family was to move back to England, however deciding he wasn't interested in that, he decided to apply to Willow Valley, finding a distinguished academy to be a fitting environment for him. So, by the close of the year, he moved out to Montana to begin his new education.
He also hates his father for no logical reason.
In the beginning, only the abyss existed. On the first day, He created the vastness of the universe and all the stars and galaxies that filled it. On the second,He created the laws to which all must abide. On the third, He created the seeds of life and on the fourth scattered them across the endless space of His creation. On the fifth, He bestowed all life with the capability for intelligence, emotion, and observation. On the sixth, He created all the mundane and extreme horrors to ensure wonderment would be met with or exceeded by joylessness. On the seventh, He fell into a deep sleep. For billions of years, his slumber went uninterrupted as his infinity unfurled and grew more complex without his interference.
Then, one afternoon He awoke from his hibernation on a completely insignificant yet conceitedly geocentric planet populated by strange ape creatures, a silly little planet called Earth. On the fated year of 1984, the Almighty adopted the name of Melvin.
The next 23 years were entirely uneventful. Unaware of his true nature, Melvin wound up exactly the same as everyone else. He worked nights in a pub somewhere in South Dakota. Most days he worked with a dry listlessness, pouring drinks unenthusiastically, conversing with half-heartedness and counseling people on their boring problems with feigned sympathy, after all a bartender is cheaper than a therapist. But, it payed well enough and didn’t require much effort, so as far as jobs go, Melvin quite liked his.
Then, one afternoon He awoke from his hibernation on a completely insignificant yet conceitedly geocentric planet populated by strange ape creatures, a silly little planet called Earth. On the fated year of 1984, the Almighty adopted the name of Melvin.
The next 23 years were entirely uneventful. Unaware of his true nature, Melvin wound up exactly the same as everyone else. He worked nights in a pub somewhere in South Dakota. Most days he worked with a dry listlessness, pouring drinks unenthusiastically, conversing with half-heartedness and counseling people on their boring problems with feigned sympathy, after all a bartender is cheaper than a therapist. But, it payed well enough and didn’t require much effort, so as far as jobs go, Melvin quite liked his.
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dumbass ★
Name: Beatrice Lee
Nickname: Bea
Age: 17
Year: Senior
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Department: Vocalist/Musician
Nickname: Bea
Age: 17
Year: Senior
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Department: Vocalist/Musician
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Black
Height: 5'3
Weight: 115lb
Extra: Beatrice has a lot of freckles on and surrounding her nose. Sometimes she wears a small septum ring.
Likes: Playing the guitar and drums, singing, caffeine, and cats.
Dislikes: Being cold, eating bland food, and not wearing color.
Personality:
Beatrice is a fun loving, loud and outgoing person. She enjoys socializing with others and thrives off of other peoples’ energy. She has a sarcastic and witty attitude, and maybe a little bit of an ego. To some, her energy can come off as rude and hotheaded, but she’s just intense and impulsive. She has a streak of rebellion, and often finds herself getting into trouble naturally. She challenges authority and hates following every rule to a T. She’s smart, but doesn’t necessarily try in school. She’s a musician, not a biologist!
Like most scatterbrained artists, her sleep schedule is horrible and inspiration strikes at the most inconvenient of times. Her style of music is an interesting mix of indie and pop, but she has written songs of any genre.
Background:
Bea grew up in a very artist-centric family. Her mother sang lead for a small rock band, and her father was the drummer. They met through that band, so music was always important to them. Beatrice grew up on older musicians like Joan Jett, Soft Cell, and Blondie. As she got older, she became quite good at playing instruments and applying them to her own songs. After years of practice, the teenager could play drums and guitar like a pro. She never had any classic voice lessons, but grew into her own style of singing on her own. After getting recognized virally, she was recruited into Willow Valley on a scholarship.
Hair: Black
Height: 5'3
Weight: 115lb
Extra: Beatrice has a lot of freckles on and surrounding her nose. Sometimes she wears a small septum ring.
Likes: Playing the guitar and drums, singing, caffeine, and cats.
Dislikes: Being cold, eating bland food, and not wearing color.
Personality:
Beatrice is a fun loving, loud and outgoing person. She enjoys socializing with others and thrives off of other peoples’ energy. She has a sarcastic and witty attitude, and maybe a little bit of an ego. To some, her energy can come off as rude and hotheaded, but she’s just intense and impulsive. She has a streak of rebellion, and often finds herself getting into trouble naturally. She challenges authority and hates following every rule to a T. She’s smart, but doesn’t necessarily try in school. She’s a musician, not a biologist!
Like most scatterbrained artists, her sleep schedule is horrible and inspiration strikes at the most inconvenient of times. Her style of music is an interesting mix of indie and pop, but she has written songs of any genre.
Background:
Bea grew up in a very artist-centric family. Her mother sang lead for a small rock band, and her father was the drummer. They met through that band, so music was always important to them. Beatrice grew up on older musicians like Joan Jett, Soft Cell, and Blondie. As she got older, she became quite good at playing instruments and applying them to her own songs. After years of practice, the teenager could play drums and guitar like a pro. She never had any classic voice lessons, but grew into her own style of singing on her own. After getting recognized virally, she was recruited into Willow Valley on a scholarship.
Ella's mood only got worse when Derrick showed up, reminding her of the past incident. "If by better you mean that yesterday never happened, than no, I'm not better." She replied, without looking at him. She regretted it afterword, knowing that the love potion wasn't the boy's fault. "I'm sorry, Derrick. That came off wrong... I'm alright, how are you?" Ella unconsciously raised her gaze towards the table, and was surprised to see that Tobias was already there and seemed to be studying. The brunette raised a brow, curious about the sight. He and Chase had the annoying habit of always arriving late at the great hall, always trying to get everyone's attention on them. Something was off.
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give 'em hell, kid.
N O E L • S T E R L I N G
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i'm just a
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broken boy still
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dreaming his life away
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"For your crimes against music, it must be done!" Escape the Fate stood over the evil figure, who even now, was muttering about good girls and bad guys. "Begone, evil one! Screamo will once again be returned to honor," they said, each plunging a sword into the so-called bad guy.
From that day on, emo kids rejoiced.
From that day on, emo kids rejoiced.
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Floof, truly the fluffiest
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cadence
in a quiet garden
Name: Montgomery Leslie Fitzwilliam
Nickname: Monty
Age: Seventeen
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Homosexual
Department: Modelling/Photography
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 150lbs
Tattoos: N/A
Piercings: N/A
Likes: Designer Clothing | Spicy Food | Small Dogs | Jazz | Quirky Socks
Dislikes: Sweets | Large Animals | "Basic" Clothing |
+Loyal
+Assertive
+Hard-Working
+Honest
-Blunt
-Arrogant
-Selfish
-Rude
Montgomery Leslie Fitzwilliam was born the only child to the wealthy Leslie Fitzwilliam and Augustus Fitzwilliam, a silver spoon in his mouth since the very beginning. He was raised in a large estate in upstate New York and had everything anybody could hope to want. He was close with both of his parents. He was constantly being showered with gifts and praise and money. Montgomery was happy with his life, up until this point.
Only weeks before enrolling at Willow Valley, his mother fell ill. Despite his wanting to not go to school and stay at his mother's side, she insisted he go anyway and work towards accomplishing his dream. ((I suck at bios don't @ me)).
Eli smirked the entire time he ate, biscuit dribbling out of his mouth as he smacked his food. Eli could tell he got on Magnolia's nerves despite her best effort to act like he wasn't a bother at all. Eli and Magnolia were total opposites. Magnolia, like, hugged trees and worshiped animals or whatever and was the definition of uncool. Meanwhile, Eli was literally the coolest person he knew. They were never meant to get along, Eli decided. Besides, why befriend them when you can annoy them? The latter option was way more enjoyable and he didn't have to get emotionally invested in a relationship he didn't want. It was a win-win in his eyes.
He perked a brow when she asked him what he planned on doing today. He couldn't quite tell if she was seriously asking or if it was some way for her to change the subject without showing she was bothered by him. Probably both. The sarcasm rich in his voice, Eli answered.
"I'm organizing a massive gay orgy in your bedroom. I invited the president, maybe he'll come too." This, of course, was Eli's way of saying "nothing."
He perked a brow when she asked him what he planned on doing today. He couldn't quite tell if she was seriously asking or if it was some way for her to change the subject without showing she was bothered by him. Probably both. The sarcasm rich in his voice, Eli answered.
"I'm organizing a massive gay orgy in your bedroom. I invited the president, maybe he'll come too." This, of course, was Eli's way of saying "nothing."
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An Aesthetic sham
Name: Scott Goddard
Nickname: Scoot
Age: 17
Year: Junior
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bi probably
Department: Culinary Arts
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Gingerish
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 125
Tattoos/Piercings/Etc.: Imagine him with freckles lol
Likes: Sweet things, old video games, new video games, comedies, fantasies and sci-fi
Dislikes: Hot weather, cleaning up, broken things, large groups, science and math.
Personality: Generally a dude with a positive attitude, he's pretty friendly and sometimes can be generous to a fault. Although he's a nice kid, he's not super sociable and at times can be awkward, especially when talking to people he doesn't have much in common with, other introverts and people who emote in extremes. He's sometimes pretty absent-minded and often forgets to clean things and in his space, scatters his things around everywhere. Although he's generally emotionally stable, every now and then, he has mini breakdowns where he vents his frustrations through baking gourmet breads.
Bio: He was born to a pair or mostly Irish parents in some suburb somewhere. In the lower-middle class, both of his parents spent most of their time working. Because of this, he was raised almost more by his neighbor than his parents. She was a retired patisserie but still baked often. Through her influence and guidance, he learned the basics of baking at a young age and during his early adolescence learned to use it to constructively deal with his problems. After some years of schooling, he came to terms with the fact that he's a bit of an idiot and would only be a productive member of society if he cooked, so decided to peruse that and wound up in Willow Valley
Nickname: Scoot
Age: 17
Year: Junior
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bi probably
Department: Culinary Arts
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Gingerish
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 125
Tattoos/Piercings/Etc.: Imagine him with freckles lol
Likes: Sweet things, old video games, new video games, comedies, fantasies and sci-fi
Dislikes: Hot weather, cleaning up, broken things, large groups, science and math.
Personality: Generally a dude with a positive attitude, he's pretty friendly and sometimes can be generous to a fault. Although he's a nice kid, he's not super sociable and at times can be awkward, especially when talking to people he doesn't have much in common with, other introverts and people who emote in extremes. He's sometimes pretty absent-minded and often forgets to clean things and in his space, scatters his things around everywhere. Although he's generally emotionally stable, every now and then, he has mini breakdowns where he vents his frustrations through baking gourmet breads.
Bio: He was born to a pair or mostly Irish parents in some suburb somewhere. In the lower-middle class, both of his parents spent most of their time working. Because of this, he was raised almost more by his neighbor than his parents. She was a retired patisserie but still baked often. Through her influence and guidance, he learned the basics of baking at a young age and during his early adolescence learned to use it to constructively deal with his problems. After some years of schooling, he came to terms with the fact that he's a bit of an idiot and would only be a productive member of society if he cooked, so decided to peruse that and wound up in Willow Valley
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cadence
in a quiet garden
Name: Spencer Marie Salonga
Nickname: Spence
Age: 18
Grade: Senior
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Pansexual
Department: Acting
Hair Color: Red/Ginger
Eye Color: Blue
Height: 5'2"
Weight: 100lbs
Tattoos: N/A
Piercings: Septum, Three Sets of Earrings
Likes: Animals, Musical Theatre, Cheesy Romantic Novels, Latte Art
Dislikes: Insects, Horror Movies, Nonfiction Books
+Social/Outgoing
+Optimistic
+Trustworthy
-Envious
-Teacher's Pet/ Know it All
-Naive
Spence was born to a lower class family in Savannah, Georgia. Her father worked constantly, but Spence was very close with her stay at home mother. From the very beginning, Paula, her mother, encouraged her wild imagination and dreams of being an actress. Her mother saved the extra money they had to send her to a prestige college where she could fulfill her dreams, but as soon as she turned sixteen, her father left her and her mother and took all the funds they saved with him. After hearing the news, Spence's dear friend and owner of a local theatre group provided her a full scholarship to Willow Valley.
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spookie
give 'em hell, kid.
A L Y X • G R E Y
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haters
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"How are we going to find him?" Escape the Fate stood in a darkened prison, each of them looking around nervously. "He could be anywhere..."
It was only a second later that they heard it. A horrible, ear-murdering sound that make the rusty gates shake.
"sO wHy dO gOoD gIrLs LiKe BaD gUyS?!"
Grabbing their swords, Escape the Fate shuddered. None of them wanted to get any closer to the source of the noise without hearing protection, but they had no choice. The dignity of their music genre was at stake.
It was only a second later that they heard it. A horrible, ear-murdering sound that make the rusty gates shake.
"sO wHy dO gOoD gIrLs LiKe BaD gUyS?!"
Grabbing their swords, Escape the Fate shuddered. None of them wanted to get any closer to the source of the noise without hearing protection, but they had no choice. The dignity of their music genre was at stake.
taliaangeni
It is what it is.
Name: Willa Mason
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Department: Art - Painting
Eye Color: Blue with brown flecks
Hair Color: Light brown
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 123
Tattoos/Piercings/Etc.: Large purplish birthmark on left hip.
Likes: Butterflies, cucumber melon scent, Hulu, spotify.
Dislikes: Most floral patterns, mainstream music, spiders.
Personality:
+ Daydreamer
+ Hopeful
+ Overachiever
- Envious
- Anxiety
- Harsh when stressed
Bio: From a young age Willa had been interested in drawing. Her mother often tells her friends or anyone who listens that Willa, at four years old, say down and watched a man drawing a bird and perfectly copied his instructions. Ever since shes been honing her craft from drawing to painting with acrylic and watercolor.
In school her artwork was always featured in papers or fine arts festivals. In middle school different departments were holding contests. The winners all recieved scholorships to WV. Just because she was bored Willa decided to enter. She won.
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Life.
Forever Wandering
Lena Vines
Nickname: N/AAge: 17
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Department: English (mostly focused on Creative & Script Writing)
Eye Color: Coffee Brown
Hair Color: Brunette
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 124 lbs.
Tattoos/Piercings/Etc.: Has no piercings or tattoos at the moment
Likes:
- Libraries,
- Any pasta dishes,
- History,
- Films &
- Plays
- Thunderstorms,
- Darkness,
- Camping,
- Traffic &
- Braggers
Personality:
A cool kid is one easy way to describe Lena. She has an overall chill demeanor with an even-tempered mind. While she is not overly introvert, it would be wrong to call Lena extrovert. Rather she is someone who will become lively around those she feels the most comfortable with. She wouldn't be against the idea of gatherings, parties, or festivals but Lena's ideal time would be anything with those she cherishes.
Looking over her relationships, Lena yearns for them but hardly seeks them. She's afraid of committing to a relationship if it does not last long. The ones she does start up, she tries with all her willpower to keep alive. But if the other individual is not reciprocating the same amount of energy then she'll probably disappear from her end of the relationship. She doesn't do this to be mean, in fact she holds a lot of insecurity in whether she would make for a great friend.
Aside from all that inner turmoil Lena can be an open individual if you approach her. She doesn't do it on purpose but she can appear strict. Lena is also observant, empathetic, imaginative, somewhat a sloth, and a great listener.
Bio:
Unlike some backgrounds of students from Willow Valley High, Lena actually grew up in the higher end of the socioeconomic pyramid. Not so much at top tier but higher than middle class. With both her parents as business personnel they raised Lena in a disciplined manner. She was taught early on the proper etiquette of formal and informal human interaction, the hidden lessons weaved in between negotiations, and other aspects of human communication. Due to the high demand of learning Lena never really had free time to dabble in other activities. One of her major forms of freedom was reading.
Books became her escape for her childhood. She loved the characters, setting, elements, and everything of the story. But it wasn't only fiction that fascinated her. Lena also found interest in history and old literature. This led her to plays, epics, poetry, and movies alike. Eventually she began expressing interest in creating her own story as she grew older. Which her parents disapproved at first.
They wanted their little Lena to grow up to become a successful businesswoman and not take the risky path of a novelist. But due to her all her years of looking deeper into human communication and psychology Lena was able to persuade them of her decision. And to be blunt she was not going to budge from her stance. After several years of going back and forth on her future plans, they finally conceded and decided to help her attend Willow Valley. Now Lena works to show that all her effort was worth the journey.
It appeared that Lady Aurelia held similar feelings in not wanting to leave the garden so soon since she whispered out an odd question that required the young servant to think deep. This was a topic that he was aware of, not that Lady Fletcher herself ever discussed it with him, rather he received information from conversations she had with fellow peers. Whenever she would have a friend of hers over for lunch, she would always make sure that Ezekiel was the one to serve them. Truthfully this would always make some of the maids and servants envious of Ezekiel and even curious as to how he had won much favor from her. Ezekiel himself wanted to know why, but he never did find the courage to ask her despite the many chances he had.
As to why Lady Aurelia would ask a personal question concerning the late Lady Fletcher, Ezekiel could only imagine that she was worried of the future for the wondrous place they currently stood in.
"No one knows for certain what the main reason was for Lady Fletcher not to have children," Ezekiel started off his answer, ready to continue by including his own explanation, but that would mean adding an opinion of his. Which was a quality taught to servants not to do. It is discouraged to try and speak your mind. The only person in the manor who ever did ask for one was none other than Lady Fletcher. But since the person he was answering to was Lady Aurelia, Ezekiel resorted back to the appropriate manner in which he should speak to a guest, formally and directly answering their question.
His eyes continued to watch the young lady before him. Despite Lady Aurelia not having a true blood connection to Lady Fletcher, Ezekiel felt that they held similar features. Perhaps it was all in their demeanor that Lady Aurelia resembled Lady Fletcher so much. His heart seemed to agree as well since it continued to ache softly. The length that his eyes lingered on Lady Aurelia caused the young servant's attention to quickly avert away from him. Ezekiel didn't want to cause her discomfort and he certainly did not want to distort her first impression of him. Which all these thoughts were foreign to the young man. Why was he worrying so much about receiving the approval of this young lady here? None of the previous guests ever caused him to worry so much. But then again, none of the other guests have ever caught his eye.
Ezekiel heard the gratitude from Lady Aurelia, but still did not to her direction. It was then he felt her presence disappear from his side that his eyes followed the limber figure. At the same time he turned to look at her, she had looked up from where she sat. That moment of sync caused a slight shiver to crawl down Ezekiel's spine. This was probably the first time that she was actually looking at him, and he certainly did not know how to feel to be in the eyes of another. At least someone who stood above him in the societal hierarchy.
His feelings continued to fall further into confusion as he listened to her words. And even a slight blush presented itself onto his face upon the smile that Lady Aurelia showed him. For a well-built servant, he was becoming quite flustered. He was trying to think of the appropriate actions to take for the situation, but he had never venture into one like this. It was true in what Lady Aurelia said about their ages. From appearances they weren't too far apart. So with that first part it caused difficulties for Ezekiel to come up with a response since all the other aristocrats he assisted were far older than him.
Since his mind was taking too much time thinking on how to approach the young lady, his heart decided to take control, "I-um...I am Ezekiel, Lady Aure-I mean L-L-Lia. It is a pleasure to meet you." He dipped his upper half down into a habitual bow, but also did it to mask his embarrassment. But after a moment of silence passed Aurelia spoke up again, this time speaking of a story.
He lifted his head up and saw the moon bathing the young lady in her own spotlight. The distance her eyes looked off into as she retold a learned story drew Ezekiel's attention more to the fine details of her appearance. At the very moment she appeared like a lost goddess, wandering to find a place to call her own and all the while spreading stories through gentle lips. Of course the content in which she spoke further enhanced her aura. But then she ended it with an apology. From a goddess to a human. Ezekiel did not know how he should be perceiving this young lady. One thing he did know to do was to ensure that she did not feel the responsible for dampening the mood.
"With love, there will always be sadness. There is no need for an apology for the truth," seeing as how they have moved past informal introductions, Ezekiel decided to try something new. He spoke out his own perspective, "But I believe that remembering the warmth and pureness of love is what drives us to continue pursuing it, despite the pain that may come. I remember one of the last things that Lady Fletcher quoted to me...I breathe my heart in the heart of the rose, the rose I pluck, and send you." Ezekiel had rested his eyes on the very rose that he brought to Aurelia as he recited the quote. "That line was said by Alfred Austin, but it was a favorite of Lady Fletcher's," the young boy had to pause for a moment to recollect his emotions before he continued on, "And with those words I look out onto the garden and feel as though a piece of heart is in every bud and in every flower. Referring back to your earlier question, I say that she may not have children to live on her memories, but with every flower that grows her lies a part of her."
This was the first time Ezekiel had ever said anything so heartfelt. So much so that he had to take a few deep breaths in order to control himself.
Aurelia's eyes returned to Ezekiel as she exposed her condition. His lips turned into a small frown as he began noting some features that many would associate with illnesses. But with the moonlight radiating her aura, it softened the harsh reality. He then noted her question, or rather her permission. "As a servant of the Fletcher Manor it is my responsibility to fulfill my duties, and working in this garden is one of them. And as a guest of the manor you are free to enter any un-restricted areas,"
Ezekiel smiled, assuming that his formal answer would bother Aurelia slightly.
The young man was never a believer of fate, but now he began to feel a slightly inkling of belief inside of him. Ezekiel knew that if Lady Fletcher was still around she would have definitely labeled this encounter as a play of fate. After all, Aurelia seemed to be an exception to the masses.
As to why Lady Aurelia would ask a personal question concerning the late Lady Fletcher, Ezekiel could only imagine that she was worried of the future for the wondrous place they currently stood in.
"No one knows for certain what the main reason was for Lady Fletcher not to have children," Ezekiel started off his answer, ready to continue by including his own explanation, but that would mean adding an opinion of his. Which was a quality taught to servants not to do. It is discouraged to try and speak your mind. The only person in the manor who ever did ask for one was none other than Lady Fletcher. But since the person he was answering to was Lady Aurelia, Ezekiel resorted back to the appropriate manner in which he should speak to a guest, formally and directly answering their question.
His eyes continued to watch the young lady before him. Despite Lady Aurelia not having a true blood connection to Lady Fletcher, Ezekiel felt that they held similar features. Perhaps it was all in their demeanor that Lady Aurelia resembled Lady Fletcher so much. His heart seemed to agree as well since it continued to ache softly. The length that his eyes lingered on Lady Aurelia caused the young servant's attention to quickly avert away from him. Ezekiel didn't want to cause her discomfort and he certainly did not want to distort her first impression of him. Which all these thoughts were foreign to the young man. Why was he worrying so much about receiving the approval of this young lady here? None of the previous guests ever caused him to worry so much. But then again, none of the other guests have ever caught his eye.
Ezekiel heard the gratitude from Lady Aurelia, but still did not to her direction. It was then he felt her presence disappear from his side that his eyes followed the limber figure. At the same time he turned to look at her, she had looked up from where she sat. That moment of sync caused a slight shiver to crawl down Ezekiel's spine. This was probably the first time that she was actually looking at him, and he certainly did not know how to feel to be in the eyes of another. At least someone who stood above him in the societal hierarchy.
His feelings continued to fall further into confusion as he listened to her words. And even a slight blush presented itself onto his face upon the smile that Lady Aurelia showed him. For a well-built servant, he was becoming quite flustered. He was trying to think of the appropriate actions to take for the situation, but he had never venture into one like this. It was true in what Lady Aurelia said about their ages. From appearances they weren't too far apart. So with that first part it caused difficulties for Ezekiel to come up with a response since all the other aristocrats he assisted were far older than him.
Since his mind was taking too much time thinking on how to approach the young lady, his heart decided to take control, "I-um...I am Ezekiel, Lady Aure-I mean L-L-Lia. It is a pleasure to meet you." He dipped his upper half down into a habitual bow, but also did it to mask his embarrassment. But after a moment of silence passed Aurelia spoke up again, this time speaking of a story.
He lifted his head up and saw the moon bathing the young lady in her own spotlight. The distance her eyes looked off into as she retold a learned story drew Ezekiel's attention more to the fine details of her appearance. At the very moment she appeared like a lost goddess, wandering to find a place to call her own and all the while spreading stories through gentle lips. Of course the content in which she spoke further enhanced her aura. But then she ended it with an apology. From a goddess to a human. Ezekiel did not know how he should be perceiving this young lady. One thing he did know to do was to ensure that she did not feel the responsible for dampening the mood.
"With love, there will always be sadness. There is no need for an apology for the truth," seeing as how they have moved past informal introductions, Ezekiel decided to try something new. He spoke out his own perspective, "But I believe that remembering the warmth and pureness of love is what drives us to continue pursuing it, despite the pain that may come. I remember one of the last things that Lady Fletcher quoted to me...I breathe my heart in the heart of the rose, the rose I pluck, and send you." Ezekiel had rested his eyes on the very rose that he brought to Aurelia as he recited the quote. "That line was said by Alfred Austin, but it was a favorite of Lady Fletcher's," the young boy had to pause for a moment to recollect his emotions before he continued on, "And with those words I look out onto the garden and feel as though a piece of heart is in every bud and in every flower. Referring back to your earlier question, I say that she may not have children to live on her memories, but with every flower that grows her lies a part of her."
This was the first time Ezekiel had ever said anything so heartfelt. So much so that he had to take a few deep breaths in order to control himself.
Aurelia's eyes returned to Ezekiel as she exposed her condition. His lips turned into a small frown as he began noting some features that many would associate with illnesses. But with the moonlight radiating her aura, it softened the harsh reality. He then noted her question, or rather her permission. "As a servant of the Fletcher Manor it is my responsibility to fulfill my duties, and working in this garden is one of them. And as a guest of the manor you are free to enter any un-restricted areas,"
Ezekiel smiled, assuming that his formal answer would bother Aurelia slightly.
The young man was never a believer of fate, but now he began to feel a slightly inkling of belief inside of him. Ezekiel knew that if Lady Fletcher was still around she would have definitely labeled this encounter as a play of fate. After all, Aurelia seemed to be an exception to the masses.
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Two Thousand Club
Nora O’ Conner
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Department: Film
Eye Color: Hazel
Hair Color: Brunette
Height: 5’ 5”
Weight: 125 lbs
Tattoos/Piercings/Etc: An eye on her back, words around it say “Massive Sibling observes you”.
Likes: Good food, sunset and sunrises, doodling, movies
Dislikes: Clutters, minty things, celery
Personality: Nora’s a generally cheerful and excitable girl. She works hard at the things she wants to achieve, often not stopping until someone forces her to. In exchange for blatant disregard for her own well being, she’s almost talented when it comes to observing people and understanding them. Of course, the advice she gives is highly based on logic and you get the feeling that despite her interpersonal intelligence, she doesn’t really give two shits.
Bio: Nora sat in the shadow of her older brother, Liam, a talented filmmaker who, by the time she was in high school, was recognized by South Korea for a short film he’d made. From a young age, she’d made little videos. Over the years she went from making tea party “movies” with her stuffed toys to making competition-worthy short films. Pushed by her parents, Nora went ahead and joined the academy, with the thought of being a filmmaker in mind.
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Department: Film
Eye Color: Hazel
Hair Color: Brunette
Height: 5’ 5”
Weight: 125 lbs
Tattoos/Piercings/Etc: An eye on her back, words around it say “Massive Sibling observes you”.
Likes: Good food, sunset and sunrises, doodling, movies
Dislikes: Clutters, minty things, celery
Personality: Nora’s a generally cheerful and excitable girl. She works hard at the things she wants to achieve, often not stopping until someone forces her to. In exchange for blatant disregard for her own well being, she’s almost talented when it comes to observing people and understanding them. Of course, the advice she gives is highly based on logic and you get the feeling that despite her interpersonal intelligence, she doesn’t really give two shits.
Bio: Nora sat in the shadow of her older brother, Liam, a talented filmmaker who, by the time she was in high school, was recognized by South Korea for a short film he’d made. From a young age, she’d made little videos. Over the years she went from making tea party “movies” with her stuffed toys to making competition-worthy short films. Pushed by her parents, Nora went ahead and joined the academy, with the thought of being a filmmaker in mind.
His name is Andrew, though I’ve always called him Lèle. We used to spend our numberless after-school hours together, under the shade of the great Magic Tree. He’d teach me math and magic, and I’d teach him how to draw or play a certain DS game. We pretended to be Pokemon trainers, magical monsters, or legendary heroes of both this world and the other. And we’d continue romping around until late into the afternoon, when we both went home tired and sweating. Aunt Li and my mother would come to receive us, and we’d get some kind of tea and maybe a little bit of those “American-people treats”. Of course, time inevitably pulled us apart. The transition from friend to stranger was so subtle that neither of us noticed, and soon Andrew became some sort of distant memory, a different human from a different time.
Nowadays, Andrew’s in his own little group of extremely smart Asian guys. I’ve almost never seen him leave the house on his own accord, though I suppose he could just practice magic in his own room. Sometimes we bump into each other, however we rarely speak to one another. No, I merely observe him from a distance, mildly interested in how he’s changed over the years.
Nowadays, Andrew’s in his own little group of extremely smart Asian guys. I’ve almost never seen him leave the house on his own accord, though I suppose he could just practice magic in his own room. Sometimes we bump into each other, however we rarely speak to one another. No, I merely observe him from a distance, mildly interested in how he’s changed over the years.
Rock And Roll Boy
Three Thousand Club
Name: Daniella Nicks
Nickname: Danny, D, Ella, Nick
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Department: Musicianship; Guitar (Lead, Bass & Rhythm), Vocals (Singing & Rapping), Drums (Basic Rhythms & Patterns)
Eye Color: Dark Blue
Hair Color: Dark Blonde
Height: 163.7 cm (5' 4.4")
Weight: 70.2kg (10 Stone)
Tattoos/Piercings/Etc.:
(Upper Left Arm)
(Lower Right Arm)
Likes: . Music (It's her whole life) (Nothing past 2010 though).
. Honesty and Respect that's earned
. Skateboarding
. Cigarettes
. Horror movies
Dislikes: . Wearing her glasses
. Social events and interactions
. Music past 2010
. Bad crowds
. Orchids (She's extremely allergic to them)
Personality: Daniella is, generally well-mannered and polite but will always have a timorous approach towards strangers. Unless discussing music, she struggles to find common ground and things to converse about.
When performing her music, Daniella gives it her all no matter her health or the type of crowd. She plays whatever song she wants, regardless of any repercussions or political standpoint. Even taking requests when she busks, she's willing to branch out to other genres of music such as Reggae, Dance and Heavy Metal. Even though her music tends to get attention, she never takes advantage of that and uses her musicality to gain friends for the hell of it.
The main reason she performs is to put on a great show, for everyone. Money and social status rarely come into play.
Bio:
Growing up in South England, Daniella never knew her mother. She left when Daniella was a few months old, according to her Dad. She is always grateful for her father; for the things he provided for her and the amount of support he gives her. Even her music tastes and vocal style was influenced by him.
The skater crowd was her first, Daniella attending the skate park every weekend with her iPod and earphones in hand. She even sang a few Guns N' Roses songs when having a few minutes with the guys and girls at the park.
Teaching herself guitar since she was ten, Daniella always practises and finds new techniques or alternates when doing so. She's only been learning/ playing drums for a year, using her Dad's old drumkit since he used to be a drummer. Her Dad works a lot of hours, however, so he hasn't much time to teach her drums.
**WRITING SAMPLE**
Daniella kept her rhythm relaxed, her timing on point, playing along to a backing track on her phone set beside her. Robust and new-sounding was what she always thought when playing her Dad's kit, despite it being over three decades old, especially since it was bought by his Dad; her grandfather.
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erzulie
cheers for spring; for life; for a growing soul
[IMG='width:325px;']https://scontent-amt2-1.cdninstagram.com/vp/ff374797b76596deb8d6566c73081748/5C5961F8/t51.2885-15/sh0.08/e35/c109.0.691.691/s640x640/40456716_563985157352582_1790510805236871914_n.jpg[/IMG]Name: Altantsetseg Tamele
Nickname: Renè
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Demisexual
Department: Fashion Design & Technical Design
Year: Junior
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Black
Height: 5’7
Weight: 120 lbs
Tattoos/Piercings/Etc.: Earlobe Piercings
Likes: Dogs, Cheesy Foods, Traveling, Lavender, Scrapbooking, Blackberries, Shopping
Dislikes: Bitter Foods, Cats (Allergic), Gory Movies, Beige, Alcohol
Personality: For someone in her department Renè is rather quiet. She’s not much of a talker, even when she’s with a group of friends. Renè is an compassionate person who wouldn’t hesitate to lend a hand to someone in need. She passionate about things that she loves and will quickly turn into a different person when talking about them. Renè has an eye for fashion and aesthetic. One can usually find her either working on a new piece or drawing an outline to a outfit that she’s working on. During this time Renè is hard to get through to as she puts all her focus on her work.
Bio:
Renè is of Mongolian and Mozambican descent. Her parents happened to both be first generation immigrants who moved to the United States with their parents. The two of them met in college through a mutual friend and became fast friends. Her parents started dating when they both graduated from college. Like many the two of them got engaged and went on to get married. Renè was conceived during their honeymoon. When she was born Renè was brought into a loving yet stern home. She believed that she had the best of both worlds, as her parents were from two different cultures. They taught her about both sides of her family and she’d often travel to visit her family that didn’t live in the U.S.
When Renè heard about Willow Valley she knew that it would be the school for her. So she applied for the school and was accepted. Her parents supported her decision and were her backbones throughout.
He couldn’t say that he was surprised in slightest. It would have been more surprising if things had remained the same for Hogwarts under Morgana’s rule. Though he would admit that it was a sad sight to see. Gone were the sounds of excited chatter amongst the first years and shouts of recognition between the older years as they called out for their friends. The tension in the express was near suffocating. Many of the students had to arrive alone or with another family member, as their parents were currently in hiding. Most of them looked nervous and downright frightened. And no it wasn’t the kind of nervous one would feel when trying something new or arriving at a new point in their life, instead they were the kind that could be associated with the fear of making the wrong move or saying the wrong thing. It was silent inside of the express. Michelangelo could not remember it ever being as such before.
He watched as Morgana’s followers walked around, listening carefully for any talks of their leader’s enemies or rebellious behavior. He then turned his attention elsewhere. There was work to be done, he was still the Slytherin Head Boy, a title that he took seriously. He directed the first years to the train and upon entering himself, told the prefects when they were to patrol and where. His work was done sooner than expected thanks to the henchmen walking around the express. He knew better to get in their way. Michelangelo entered the prefects’ compartment and sat.
He paid no mind to the large ball of fur that had jumped into his lap as soon as he sat. His companion Brutus had been calmly waiting for his human. He’d been entertaining himself by toying with the other pets, especially the rats that were in bored. As if sensing his human’s emotions he rubbed against him lazily and purred deeply before curling up into a ball.
Michelangelo smiled slightly while looking out the window. He stroked the feline’s fur in thanks to his attempt at comforting him. The smile left as soon as it appeared and once again his face turned into a emotionless mask. Michelangelo looked out of the window in thought. He remembered the advice from his parents. They knew that he was fully able to look after himself but it was his mother who worried. He’d been told to look out for himself only, to not draw attention to himself and play it smart. Michelangelo had already knew all of these things yet he listened for their peace of mind. If he happened to draw attention to himself he would make sure that it was not negative. It was better to be on their good side after all. If he were a betting man Michelangelo would say that once they reached Hogwarts there would probably be some new rules for the prefects and the head boys and girls to follow. He could imagine what thing would be like once they arrived.
It wasn’t long before Michelangelo was up again, as Head Boy it was his duty to help the lower years. One of the first years seemed braved enough to knock on the compartment. Michelangelo stood, much to the annoyance of his feline, and opened the door. He towered over the little first year. He took some pleasure in seeing how intimidated he looked. Michelangelo narrowed his eyes before speaking. “Yes?” He drawled, his voice deep and possessing a smooth Italian accent.
The first year seemed stuck as he just stared at the older boy. Michelangelo raised a brow, wondering if perhaps the boy was a little slow. He was used to people staring at him so he wasn’t bored. He did however, hated when people wasted his time. So if the first year continued to gape like a fish out of water he’d just close the door in his face. Thankfully his brain seemed to kick in and he spoke, asking Michelangelo if he could help with a friend who was feeling sick. Michelangelo wondered how someone managed to get motion sickness when the train had yet to move but nonetheless he followed with Brutus tagging along.
He watched as Morgana’s followers walked around, listening carefully for any talks of their leader’s enemies or rebellious behavior. He then turned his attention elsewhere. There was work to be done, he was still the Slytherin Head Boy, a title that he took seriously. He directed the first years to the train and upon entering himself, told the prefects when they were to patrol and where. His work was done sooner than expected thanks to the henchmen walking around the express. He knew better to get in their way. Michelangelo entered the prefects’ compartment and sat.
He paid no mind to the large ball of fur that had jumped into his lap as soon as he sat. His companion Brutus had been calmly waiting for his human. He’d been entertaining himself by toying with the other pets, especially the rats that were in bored. As if sensing his human’s emotions he rubbed against him lazily and purred deeply before curling up into a ball.
Michelangelo smiled slightly while looking out the window. He stroked the feline’s fur in thanks to his attempt at comforting him. The smile left as soon as it appeared and once again his face turned into a emotionless mask. Michelangelo looked out of the window in thought. He remembered the advice from his parents. They knew that he was fully able to look after himself but it was his mother who worried. He’d been told to look out for himself only, to not draw attention to himself and play it smart. Michelangelo had already knew all of these things yet he listened for their peace of mind. If he happened to draw attention to himself he would make sure that it was not negative. It was better to be on their good side after all. If he were a betting man Michelangelo would say that once they reached Hogwarts there would probably be some new rules for the prefects and the head boys and girls to follow. He could imagine what thing would be like once they arrived.
It wasn’t long before Michelangelo was up again, as Head Boy it was his duty to help the lower years. One of the first years seemed braved enough to knock on the compartment. Michelangelo stood, much to the annoyance of his feline, and opened the door. He towered over the little first year. He took some pleasure in seeing how intimidated he looked. Michelangelo narrowed his eyes before speaking. “Yes?” He drawled, his voice deep and possessing a smooth Italian accent.
The first year seemed stuck as he just stared at the older boy. Michelangelo raised a brow, wondering if perhaps the boy was a little slow. He was used to people staring at him so he wasn’t bored. He did however, hated when people wasted his time. So if the first year continued to gape like a fish out of water he’d just close the door in his face. Thankfully his brain seemed to kick in and he spoke, asking Michelangelo if he could help with a friend who was feeling sick. Michelangelo wondered how someone managed to get motion sickness when the train had yet to move but nonetheless he followed with Brutus tagging along.
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