Post by Blaire Weasley on Dec 20, 2005 21:18:32 GMT -5
((Replier: preferrably a girl, to help poor Blaire sort things out without overwhelming her))
A pretty girl with long, layered blonde hair and piercing, blue-green eyes sat, crying. It was a pathetic sight. But Blaire Adrienna Weasley had a reason to be crying, dammit! You would be too as the only Slytherin Weasley – the outcast, the odd one out. She just didn’t belong.
Had the Sorting Hat made a mistake? Possibly. Was she just a total b.i.t.c.h.? Also possible. She was to her mum sometimes. But Blaire was hurt inside, and she couldn’t stop the flow of tears streaming from her eyes.
All the other Slytherins made fun of her – they called her The Green WeaselQueen, or The Mistake. Sometimes they even called her The Girl That Doesn’t Belong. Blaire had endured these terrible, catty comments for 5 years, and she was sick of it. Too bad she couldn’t transfer houses – and even if she did, everyone would only hate her even more.
The other houses were scared to even go near her. She was a freak, an outcast, hated by those in her house and those around it. Blaire didn’t belong at Hogwarts. Her parents had endured the complaints of wanting to switch to Beauxbatons, but they hadn’t listened. As much as her daddy loved her, George wouldn’t let his little girl quit school, as much as she wanted to.
The other houses – back to the subject of self pity and torment. They thought she was evil, the only Weasley gone bad. The strange one, the one they never wanted to go near. Again, the freak.
Blaire couldn’t escape it. The only way out of her misery was back at home, with her mum, and her da, and her brother. But even her brother made fun of her – whenever she threatened him, he would call her a Future Death Eater. It would make her burst into tears, right on the spot.
Blaire hated life. She wanted to end it. So much, in fact, that she was willing to pay the price of death. Blaire had thought about suicide many times – was life really worth living, when there was nothing to live for? She’d cut herself for the past three years of her life, and every time she did, she wondered if her misery really seeped away with the pain and the blood. Her parents were concerned – the whole damn school was concerned – her every move was watched carefully, as if they knew and were waiting with bated breath for Blaire to finally kill herself.
The pathetic sight was even worse to behold when it was drenched in its own blood.
((Oh here comes the drama))
A pretty girl with long, layered blonde hair and piercing, blue-green eyes sat, crying. It was a pathetic sight. But Blaire Adrienna Weasley had a reason to be crying, dammit! You would be too as the only Slytherin Weasley – the outcast, the odd one out. She just didn’t belong.
Had the Sorting Hat made a mistake? Possibly. Was she just a total b.i.t.c.h.? Also possible. She was to her mum sometimes. But Blaire was hurt inside, and she couldn’t stop the flow of tears streaming from her eyes.
All the other Slytherins made fun of her – they called her The Green WeaselQueen, or The Mistake. Sometimes they even called her The Girl That Doesn’t Belong. Blaire had endured these terrible, catty comments for 5 years, and she was sick of it. Too bad she couldn’t transfer houses – and even if she did, everyone would only hate her even more.
The other houses were scared to even go near her. She was a freak, an outcast, hated by those in her house and those around it. Blaire didn’t belong at Hogwarts. Her parents had endured the complaints of wanting to switch to Beauxbatons, but they hadn’t listened. As much as her daddy loved her, George wouldn’t let his little girl quit school, as much as she wanted to.
The other houses – back to the subject of self pity and torment. They thought she was evil, the only Weasley gone bad. The strange one, the one they never wanted to go near. Again, the freak.
Blaire couldn’t escape it. The only way out of her misery was back at home, with her mum, and her da, and her brother. But even her brother made fun of her – whenever she threatened him, he would call her a Future Death Eater. It would make her burst into tears, right on the spot.
Blaire hated life. She wanted to end it. So much, in fact, that she was willing to pay the price of death. Blaire had thought about suicide many times – was life really worth living, when there was nothing to live for? She’d cut herself for the past three years of her life, and every time she did, she wondered if her misery really seeped away with the pain and the blood. Her parents were concerned – the whole damn school was concerned – her every move was watched carefully, as if they knew and were waiting with bated breath for Blaire to finally kill herself.
The pathetic sight was even worse to behold when it was drenched in its own blood.
((Oh here comes the drama))
