Post by Daphne Beatrix Greengrass on Sept 20, 2011 16:23:17 GMT -5
last week found me living for nothing but deadlines,
Daphne BeatrixGreengrass
"Some days my soul is confined
And out of my mind, sleep forever
Some days my darkest friend
Is me again, have you ever''
[/font][/size]"Some days my soul is confined
And out of my mind, sleep forever
Some days my darkest friend
Is me again, have you ever''
with my dead beat sky but, this town doesn't look the same tonight
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these dreams started singing to me out of nowhere,
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and in all my life i don't know that i ever felt so alive,
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- muggle clothing
- jewelry
- attention
- popularity
- parties
- winning
- being right
- meeting new people
- getting what she wants
- adventures
- her job
dislikes;;
- Being judged
- people who have grudges against her from the past
- pain
- crying in front of others
- being ignored
- losing
- getting things taken away from her
- being told what to do
- being reminded of her father
- boredom
- not getting what she wants
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- determined
- intelligent
- charismatic
- loyal
- cunning
- manipulating
- is herself (well now she is, she used to hide her true self)
- confidant
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- stubborn
- tempermental
- selfish
- overly competitive
- show off
- arrogant at times
- brutally honest
- jealous
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- taps fingernails on table when bored
- can't stay still
- drinks when upset
- rather write down her problems and feelings than talk about it
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- vanilla
- ocean breeze
- incents from Church
- wax candles
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here we are now with the falling sky,
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[/font][/blockquote]and the rain, we're awakening.
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rp sample;;Daphne sat on top of her bed. She was currently in one of her nightgowns and yet she still had an hour before bed. She was currently skimming over the notes she took during the interview that occured that day. She twisted a blonde strand around her fingers as she analyzed all the answers she got. She knew she was told to twist around words to make it interesting, but she always had troubles doing so. It just seemed so mean and stabbing-in-the-back like. But she knew her job didn't require her with a guilt-free consciounce, it required something interesting to the readers to keep them hooked. But the readers wanted the raw truth right?
Daphne stared at it, she knew tons of things she could write, but each would ruin the guy. She couldn't do that. It was like someone was writing reviews on her and ruined her chances. Crushed her dreams of being a famous journalist. Of one day running a newspaper bigger than the dailey prophet. She stood up and stretched wanting to clear her mind. She grabbed the notes and placed it in one of her drawers which was basically an archive of all her past interview notes. She honestly didn't have the energy to do it now. In fact she needed to talk with another staff member about it. Ask for their advice on the whole situation. Maybe even ask her sister.
She ran into her living room and opened her owl's cage as she grabbed a spare piece of parchment and began scribbling down a note on it.
'Dear Astoria,
Hey, how've you bee? It's been a while since we met up. Want to meet in Hogsmeade at the Three Broomsticks tonight at 10 PM?, we can catch up over a butterbeer like old times. Plus I need your opinion on something
love, Daph'
she folded the parchment up in fours. She gave it to her owl and told it the location of her sister and watched her owl as he flew away. She glanced at the clock and ran to get ready. She felt the need to pretty herself up, in case there were cute guys there.
After getting ready she apparated to Hogsmeade. One thing she did well at. She didn't even bother waiting for a reply. That was how impatient she was. Plus even if her sister didn't come she could still have a good time and enjoy a butterbeer for herself. She walked down to the Three Broomsticks, memories flashing before her eyes. All those days with the slytherin girls laughing and sharing butterbeers. All that gossip and boy talk. All the giggling and the feeling that made Daphne feel as if she belonged to something special that everyone envied. That she had power over people she always dreamed of. A time when she was scared to be her true self and hid it under the stereo-typical slytherin mean girl act. And act she was lucky to be rid of.
She walked in and settled in a table for two. She stared out the window at the sky. It was clear and full of stars. She remembered how she and Astoria would always look at the stars and try to find constellations. Daphne had even made up her own constilation that she called Astoria. She smiled at the memories of her sister, missing her more than ever. She barely saw her, which had to be changed. And Daphne would change it, doing whatever it took. Because in all honesty she couldn't afford to drift away from Astoria, her sister was a part of her.
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[/center] [/blockquote]this app was created by donni [saressa of caution 2.0] & mae [dutchessdavi of caution 2.0]; please do not steal without crediting. lyrics used belong to their respective owners, switchfoot, and the characters belong to their respective owners as well. thank you :]