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Post by Celestine LaVaski on Jun 13, 2007 18:17:05 GMT
Celestine was pretty much in her own world. She was humming loudly a song, a stupid song to be precise, a Happy, Cheerful Stupid Song to be even more precise. Skipping wasn't much of a habit Celest would do, but somehow, that overcomed her and she started skipping. Oh Bloody Potato! That's a non-missable sight. She couldn't care less about what people thought of her, for in the Wizarding World, people think of Celest as: The LaVaski daughter, the Russian-French B!tch, and to state it simply, she liked that name.
With a simple shrug, she glanced around. Not much of a sight now. A long, long, long line. Rolling her eyes, she stood in place, awaiting the line to actually move. [/blockquote]
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Post by Deleted on Jun 14, 2007 8:08:16 GMT
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Post by Celestine LaVaski on Jun 15, 2007 11:13:52 GMT
Celest resisted the urge to throw someone in the water, and allow the waves to eat them alive. At the thought of that, a smirk planted on her lips. Gaah! Stupid Muggles, one mistake like that and she'll have to live in that Prison called Jail or whatever they call it in their world. She'd rather go to Azkaban Prison that go to that Jail, for being a Witch, escaping such a "prison" would be like stealing candy from a 5-years-old: Simple and easy. Right?
Psh. Her chain of thoughts was broken by a sound from behind her. Great, a Muggle talking to her. Perfect. Or at least, she thought it was a Muggle. She merely turned her head with an unreadable expression on her face, but replied anyways "Tell me about it." she mumbled, glancing back at the long times a million line.
She sighed annoyingly, being surrounded by Muggles wasn't something Celest would like...not one bit. Talking to one, to her unknowledge, was even perhaps worse. Celest, though, didn't seem to care about that for now, all she cared about was that the line moves, at least a little. [/blockquote]
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Post by Deleted on Jun 15, 2007 12:25:45 GMT
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Post by Celestine LaVaski on Jun 15, 2007 12:36:46 GMT
Celest blinked a couple of times, and shrugged once again. "So you're not a Muggle are you?" it was a whisper, but she didn't even need to whisper, due to the fact that the people around them were shouting loudly, apparantely the ride was extremely difficult and, in Celest's dictionary: Extremely fun.
Anyways, back to the point: She didn't need to whisper, because even if she shouted, no one would've heard her, well, barely. She plastered a small smirk, tempted to use her wand, of which, she mentally coughed, she brought it with her. Where would Celest even go without her wand? It was no fun.
The people seemed to be stuck in some kind of Time Zone, as if not moving at all. Bleh. If that was only possible...
She returned her gaze back at the boy behind her. Would it be impolite, well, more than she displayed, to not attempt to get sociable? Plus, it's not like anyone else was here....Right? She mentally rolled her eyes at that thought. Would she even care? To state it simply: No. [/blockquote]
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Post by Deleted on Jun 15, 2007 13:21:31 GMT
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Post by Celestine LaVaski on Jun 15, 2007 13:42:13 GMT
Celest plastered, well, rather attempted to plaster a friendly smile on her lips, as she extended her hand as well, enclosing it gently in his, and shaking it. Retrieving her hand back, she plastered a smirk, her hands any moment now would make contact with her wand.
"Celest LaVaski." she exclaimed, her thick Russian mixed with French accent now appearing on the surface. "Ze feeling'z mutual." she replied back, her gaze never leaving his for one second. To make an impact, Celest learned ever since burth, just make eye contact. Never break it.
Mental note: Thank Parents.
Well, she meant that partially. Breaking the eye contact for once, she looked back at the line of Muggles, or at least, she hoped, some weren't. For once, she didn't groan at the massive amount of people in front of them, instead, she smirked. This would be a good time to....er....enlighten the ride for a bit.
Knowing Celest, it most definitely won't be such a good thing. Let's just say that they better pray before entering the ride. [/blockquote]
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Post by Deleted on Jun 22, 2007 13:59:13 GMT
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Post by Celestine LaVaski on Jun 23, 2007 9:52:42 GMT
Celestine's smirk never really did escape her lips, instead, they played against it and expanded. "Now you're talking." she told him, partially jokingly, and partially seriously. Her hand enclosed gently inside her pocket along her wand, as if awaiting the "right moment" to do so.
"Haff you got any ideaz?" she asked him, her eyes holding the curious glint that never seemed to reach her voice. [/blockquote] {{Stabs Short Post XP}}
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