Post by Eve on Mar 30, 2008 16:26:47 GMT -5
Name: Eve
Character: Judson "Judd" Malfoy
Parents: Draco Malfoy and Susan (Bones) Malfoy
Position: Eldest son
PB: Hayden Christiensen
Age: 17
House: Slytherin
Happily: Single
Sample: I hope it's alright if it's recycled, and if it doesn't make sense to some people. It's for a different PB site.
Rose constantly reminded herself to 'be nice.' Nobody at the Burrow needed her nagging them about the right thing to do, even though Merlin knows some people *coughGiddeoncough* could definitely do with some beneficial direction. And how did that work out? Not too well, thanks for asking. It wasn't in Rose Weasley's nature to ignore a wrong, so, when she saw someone degnoming the garden - she didn't even take note of the face before she began ranting - she kicked into gear. Thinking back on it, she sighed in frustration. She hated making people feel awkward, especially family and friends, but she couldn't stand watching a creature being thrown around a person's head until the poor gnome is dizzy and then being flung many feet away. How could anyone be so heartless? The moment Rose's eyes had seen that horrific event, she'd screamed herself hoarse at the poor soul. It resulted in two very red faces - one flushed with anger, and the other blushing in embarrassment. Having seen the position she had put the other in, Rose had backed away and dashed into the house, leaving the person alone in the garden. It wasn't like Rose to run away from a debate/argument/confrontation, but, if that person had been family, she didn't want to risk a grounding. Not when the weather was so lovely!
Rose went up to the bedroom she was sharing with the others, and heaved her suitcase onto the nearest mattress with an enormous amount of swearing. She hated the fact that she was still considered 'underage.' If she had been a year older, she could have levitated the cumbersome bag up the stairs, through the doorway, and onto the bed instead of sweating profusely the entire way. She sighed again, and opened her suitcase resignedly. The first article she saw was a dress. A bloody dress - the epitome of everything sexist. With a growl, she shut the top and promptly sat on it.
Already bored, Rose glanced around for a form of entertainment. Finding none, she arose from her perch atop the suitcase and opened the bedroom door. She scanned the hall, looking for a face to talk to. Just then, she saw Grandmum Weasley climbing the stairs.
Seeing Rose's face, she smiled happily and told her, "Your friend, the Goyle boy, just got here." Rose watched as her face slightly fell. "He didn't seem like he wants to be here."
"Don't worry, Gran, I'll go cheer him up," Rose assured her before descending the stairs two at a time. She stopped, realizing that she didn't know where he was. She glanced up at Molly Weasley. "Where is he again?" she questioned, her tone a bit sheepish.
Rose's grandmum chuckled before telling her granddaughter that she had seen him headed towards the lake. "Thanks Gran!" she laughed and continued down the stairs.
She pushed open the doors with a contented grin and began the not-so-long trek towards the lake that was near the Weasley property. The bottoms of Rose's jeans made swishing sounds through the dry grass, her flip-flops smacked against her heels, and she felt at peace with the world. Again, a smile lit on her face, and she shook her head at her foolish notion.
Just then, Rose spotted the back of Loy's head. She chuckled when she noticed that he was wearing all black - folly, really, what with the heat. She herself was wearing a light blue t-shirt, paired with dark blue jeans and, of course, her flip-flops.
"Oi, Goyle!" she called out and began to race down to him. Upon reaching one of her best friends, she promptly sat down and grinned at him.
"Having a good time so far?"
Character: Judson "Judd" Malfoy
Parents: Draco Malfoy and Susan (Bones) Malfoy
Position: Eldest son
PB: Hayden Christiensen
Age: 17
House: Slytherin
Happily: Single
Sample: I hope it's alright if it's recycled, and if it doesn't make sense to some people. It's for a different PB site.
Rose constantly reminded herself to 'be nice.' Nobody at the Burrow needed her nagging them about the right thing to do, even though Merlin knows some people *coughGiddeoncough* could definitely do with some beneficial direction. And how did that work out? Not too well, thanks for asking. It wasn't in Rose Weasley's nature to ignore a wrong, so, when she saw someone degnoming the garden - she didn't even take note of the face before she began ranting - she kicked into gear. Thinking back on it, she sighed in frustration. She hated making people feel awkward, especially family and friends, but she couldn't stand watching a creature being thrown around a person's head until the poor gnome is dizzy and then being flung many feet away. How could anyone be so heartless? The moment Rose's eyes had seen that horrific event, she'd screamed herself hoarse at the poor soul. It resulted in two very red faces - one flushed with anger, and the other blushing in embarrassment. Having seen the position she had put the other in, Rose had backed away and dashed into the house, leaving the person alone in the garden. It wasn't like Rose to run away from a debate/argument/confrontation, but, if that person had been family, she didn't want to risk a grounding. Not when the weather was so lovely!
Rose went up to the bedroom she was sharing with the others, and heaved her suitcase onto the nearest mattress with an enormous amount of swearing. She hated the fact that she was still considered 'underage.' If she had been a year older, she could have levitated the cumbersome bag up the stairs, through the doorway, and onto the bed instead of sweating profusely the entire way. She sighed again, and opened her suitcase resignedly. The first article she saw was a dress. A bloody dress - the epitome of everything sexist. With a growl, she shut the top and promptly sat on it.
Already bored, Rose glanced around for a form of entertainment. Finding none, she arose from her perch atop the suitcase and opened the bedroom door. She scanned the hall, looking for a face to talk to. Just then, she saw Grandmum Weasley climbing the stairs.
Seeing Rose's face, she smiled happily and told her, "Your friend, the Goyle boy, just got here." Rose watched as her face slightly fell. "He didn't seem like he wants to be here."
"Don't worry, Gran, I'll go cheer him up," Rose assured her before descending the stairs two at a time. She stopped, realizing that she didn't know where he was. She glanced up at Molly Weasley. "Where is he again?" she questioned, her tone a bit sheepish.
Rose's grandmum chuckled before telling her granddaughter that she had seen him headed towards the lake. "Thanks Gran!" she laughed and continued down the stairs.
She pushed open the doors with a contented grin and began the not-so-long trek towards the lake that was near the Weasley property. The bottoms of Rose's jeans made swishing sounds through the dry grass, her flip-flops smacked against her heels, and she felt at peace with the world. Again, a smile lit on her face, and she shook her head at her foolish notion.
Just then, Rose spotted the back of Loy's head. She chuckled when she noticed that he was wearing all black - folly, really, what with the heat. She herself was wearing a light blue t-shirt, paired with dark blue jeans and, of course, her flip-flops.
"Oi, Goyle!" she called out and began to race down to him. Upon reaching one of her best friends, she promptly sat down and grinned at him.
"Having a good time so far?"
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