| alicia ( @ 2008-01-01 14:00:00 |
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| Entry tags: | harry potter, lavender brown, postwar, rpg, second war |
Lavender Brown Samples
3rd Person Samples
001/2ND WAR For probably the hundredth time that hour, Lavender let out the most dramatic sigh she could muster. She just couldn't understand why Astronomy was so much harder than Astrology. It was the same basic principle, wasn't it? It didn't make sense to her that she should have such an easy time reading or creating someone's star chart, and yet she had such a hard time reading or charting the stars. Even the sentences sounded alike! It was absurd. And annoying. Daddy had wanted to pull her out of school after Dumbledore died. He swore that if she didn't keep her grades up, she was finishing school elsewhere. She couldn't imagine leaving Parvati right now (or ever, really). She couldn't imagine doing her NEWTs at another school. And she couldn't imagine anyone but Professor Trelawny guiding her down her given path! It was mental! Lavender had decided that the stroke was finally making Daddy mad. However, she knew that what he said was the final word in their house and that usually he talked things over with her mother before making big decisions like that. Byron, she was sure, had a hand in this one as well. So Lavender was determined to get excellent grades this term... or at the very least, better than she usually got... which shouldn't have been too hard to do.
"Vaaaaatiiiii," Lavender whined, dropping her book down dramatically with a thud on the table. Madame Pince's head shot up, her evil eye narrowed on the noise-maker, and Lavender was sure she saw the vein in the old witch's forehead throbbing. Dropping her head guiltily, Lavender waited until the librarian turned away before returning to her conversation with Parvati. "I haven't a clue what I'm doing. No idea. I'm going to crash and burn. And then Daddy's going to drag me home and we'll be parted forever." She paused, lifting her bright blue eyes entreatingly at her best friend. "Help?" she begged, a bit of desperation in her voice. This was almost as stressful as making sure the Yule Ball had gone according to plan. Or setting up the "spontaneous" meeting with the cute cabana boy when they were in Panama last Holiday. And, sadly, far more important.
1st Person Samples
001/2ND WAR Well, unbelievably, I don't have a single thing to wear! I know, it sounds absurd. Even writing it is absurd to me. But I really don't! I've gone through my entire closet. Half my clothes are still in Panama. The other half are still at Hogwarts. And the bit that I have here are either soaked or don't fit me. Or they're hideous. You wouldn't believe the kind of things my grandparents think I want to wear. But anyway, you might be curious why my clothes are soaked. Well, let me tell you. It was pouring when we got home from Panama. Daddy decided it would be easier to have our things sent on their own. So I only had a small suitcase. And I really want to be furious, but I just can't. I was coming toward the house and Maddie got loose of Byron and came sprinting at me. She was so ruddy cute splashing in the puddles. And then she attacked Auntie Lav and knocked my suitcase into the puddles! And of course it popped open. So now all my clothes are soaked! And Mum said I'll just have to wear some old clothes or something of hers (NEVER) until she gets my clothes to the cleaners or our trunks get here from Panama.
Anyway! How's everyone else's holiday? Besides that little mishap with my clothes mine's been wonderful, as always! I got the best tan. Although I'm no where near the lovely golden color that Parvati always manages. You really do have a stunning complexion, Vati. And then I got that lovely shade of fuchsia lip-gloss that I can only get over in South America. And we started teaching Maddie to swim. I think she drank half the ocean in the attempt. And I ran into that cute bloke I met last holiday again. I don't think he likes being called my little cabana boy, though. It is so cute the way he turns red. I did miss home, though. Especially you, Vati! I've got so much to tell you! You absolutely must come over immediately. I'm so serious! Right now!