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Post by Victoire Weasley on Dec 30, 2010 19:11:07 GMT -5
Victoire walked out into the courtyard, which was pretty much empty with students walking here and there. The snow storm had everyone in their common rooms near the fireplace. She had left, wanting to get a bit of fresh air and to see just how bad the snowstorm was. She had heard rumors of snow that was so deep, that even a giant would have trouble getting around, but when she looked outside, she saw that, like every other rumor, it was false. Victiore looked around the room, seeing no one else around. "ce que la paix" she whispered to herself, (meaning: what peace). She decided to sit down on behind a pillar which was blocking the wind from hitting her. She had never really looked around this room before, though she had walked through it many times, and when she looked up she was astonished with what she had seen. There was domed glass on the top of the room which was so beautiful, it took her breath away. she had never dreamed of something so beautiful, and wondered how she ever missed it before. Wearing: www.polyvore.com/winter1/set?id=26552503
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Post by Raeline Gaurtier on Dec 31, 2010 0:07:13 GMT -5
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Post by Victoire Weasley on Dec 31, 2010 1:30:38 GMT -5
Victoire was sitting there, her gaze fixed on the dome when she heard someone talking to her. She stood up and saw one of her classmates, someone she had never really liked. "This isn't your room Raeline, I can go wherever I please to," she told her, mad that someone would even say something like that to her. "You can either come in and be at least somewhat nice to me, or you can find somewhere else to go, because I'm not leaving!" she told her. "pensent toujours qu'ils peuvent avoir ce qu'ils désirent ... pouah!" Victiore whispered to herself as she sat back down in the same spot she was before. This time, she pulled a book and her wand out, wanting to practice some easy spells that she may need. She was ignoring Raeline, hoping that she would just go away, but had a feeling that she wouldn't. French: translate.google.com/#auto|fr|always%20think%20they%20can%20have%20whatever%20they%20desire.%20UGH!
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Post by Alexandra Beaudolin on Jan 11, 2011 18:20:34 GMT -5
Alexandra crept down stairs to the atrium. she couldn't sleep, it was too, how would you say... Beaucoup trop tranquille. There she saw the weasle child. "qui laisse la poubelle enfant belette ici? n'avez-vous pas des amis Sang de Bourbe à peine? aller courir hors de votre sang boue loup-garou père!" she spat out and walked past her holding her nose in the air.
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Post by Victoire Weasley on Jan 12, 2011 20:52:37 GMT -5
'what is this pick on Victoire day?' Victoire thought as she sighed and ignored her. she was use to people trying to make her mad or cry, but it rarely ever worked. she turned the page in her book, reading a book she had a test on the next day. she wrapped her coat around her more tightly, trying to stay just a little bit warmer, not that it was really bad. She loved this room.
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