Post by ELECTRA CADENCE HUNTINGTON on Oct 3, 2010 4:41:22 GMT
YOU SAY YOU WANT A REVOLUTION.
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YOU SAY YOU'VE GOT A REAL SOLUTION.
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YOU SAY WANT TO CHANGE THE CONSTITUTION.
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WE ALL WANT TO CHANGE YOUR HEAD.
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DON'T YOU KNOW IT'S GOING TO BE ALRIGHT.
[/color][/font][/center]OOC NAME: Z
AGE: Seventeen
EXPERIENCE: Four years
OTHER CHARACTERS: None
MEMBER TITLE: Slytherin
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Back and forth. It was a simple rhythm that the pendulum behind her kept. Forever it would continue to keep the same pattern and never break it. Every day, every hour, every second. That was exactly what Zara’s head was like. A constant ticking of events that never left her. Her mind was a mess of things, and none were too pleasant. There were occasional visions that flitted across her mind’s eye but always in the back of her mind was the vision of her parents on that night.
At times the young Ravenclaw wondered if she should allow herself to be checked into St Mungo’s. Jason would still visit her along with her friends. If she was locked up it meant she could scream whenever she wanted. She could freak out and not have to care about anyone thinking she should be removed and put away somewhere. Life was a complex thing and the mind was more so. Although there was this constant feeling of being locked up it was counteracted by Zara’s want to help people. She wanted to be a healer and help with trauma and accident. I guess you could say she would become a walking contradiction if her dream was fulfilled.
However her dream was a few years off. The dark haired seer was only 15 even if the depth of her eyes seemed to be older. Blue eyes that weren’t a normal baby blue shade. These blue eyes were the colour of a clear turquoise sea that showed a storm on its way. To those who looked deep enough and knew her well it portrayed every emotion. And right now it portrayed a lost look.
Zara made her way out of Florish and Blotts after failing to find anything of interest. She was fed up of reading the syllabus and advised books. Her knowledge was craving something... darker. It was all well and good knowing things and how to defeat them, but what about how to create them? To Zara it did not seem logical to fear something they did not understand. It was irrational. It was like fearing a doxy even though you may have never seen one but because of its name.
There was something out there to fear. There were whispers and those whispers were growing. It seemed as if no one could pin point it or come up with a direct answer but something was moving in the Wizarding World. No official news had been released causing her to think maybe, just maybe, the ministry had it under control and that it wasn’t anything to be worried about. And if she was able to leave things be and live by the saying ‘ignorance is bliss’ perhaps her life would have been more simple.
Simple just wasn’t a word that entered her life.
Lately her visions had kept her up. The images had been filled with flashes of green, half breeds, blood and death. It made her uncomfortable and Zara was nowhere near ready to go sharing that with anyone. Not even Jason. There had been a strong urge to sit down with the tea leaves and crystal ball but at the last minute she had packed up. Zara was scared. Scared of what she might see and what may befall the wizarding world and that fear had led her straight down Knockturn Alley.
Usually Zara did not venture far down this cobbled route. The dark, damp alley made her skin crawl and if it wasn’t the alley itself it was the alley’s regular customers. Anyone interested in the darker magic in the world would find themselves at home here. Borgin and Burkes was most popular playing home to some of the most interesting and dangerous artefacts in Britain. Shrunken, screaming head hung in the window bidding welcome to the shoppers.
There were bars and eateries as well as everything else. Knockturn alley. Best described, in her opinion, as the evil twin of diagon alley. She smiled at the analogy and wished for a second that someone was with her so she could share the small quip with. Zara decided not to dwell on her lack of company for that long and instead to focus on what she wanted.
Books. A typical Ravenclaw really but this time she really could not practice without the help of books. If something was brewing in the wizarding world then she would be at the forefront helping as much as possible. The only way she could see defeating darker magic was by knowing it. By knowing it you understood its weaknesses and its strengths. By knowing it you anticipated the damage caused by it. If you simply learned defence you would not survive.
Zara had once tried to pitch this idea to a group of friends before realising it was going down like a lead balloon and quickly changed the topic of conversation. That, however, had not meant that she had stopped thinking about it or had changed her mind.
Venturing on farther down the alley, Zara walked into a shop whose peeling sign read, ‘Obscurus Books.’
Now, the young girl loved the smell of rain, but as the bell above the door chimed announcing her presence the smell of damp hit her nose and she gagged. It hung in the air and she took short, small breaths to get used to it. After a few moments she continued on through the aisles. Eventually she stopped by a window display and shoved her hands in the pockets of her jeans. Her eyes flowed over the cover of the book. ‘The magic of the dark arts. A complete guide.’ The book was thick and leather bound and Z eventually picked it up and began to flick through the yellowing pages.
This was exactly what she needed. Biting her plump bottom lip she glanced over some of the spells and hexes and winced at the damage they could cause. Some of the damage would definitely not be for those who were faint hearted. She stood there quietly reading over pages, lost in her own little world.
At times the young Ravenclaw wondered if she should allow herself to be checked into St Mungo’s. Jason would still visit her along with her friends. If she was locked up it meant she could scream whenever she wanted. She could freak out and not have to care about anyone thinking she should be removed and put away somewhere. Life was a complex thing and the mind was more so. Although there was this constant feeling of being locked up it was counteracted by Zara’s want to help people. She wanted to be a healer and help with trauma and accident. I guess you could say she would become a walking contradiction if her dream was fulfilled.
However her dream was a few years off. The dark haired seer was only 15 even if the depth of her eyes seemed to be older. Blue eyes that weren’t a normal baby blue shade. These blue eyes were the colour of a clear turquoise sea that showed a storm on its way. To those who looked deep enough and knew her well it portrayed every emotion. And right now it portrayed a lost look.
Zara made her way out of Florish and Blotts after failing to find anything of interest. She was fed up of reading the syllabus and advised books. Her knowledge was craving something... darker. It was all well and good knowing things and how to defeat them, but what about how to create them? To Zara it did not seem logical to fear something they did not understand. It was irrational. It was like fearing a doxy even though you may have never seen one but because of its name.
There was something out there to fear. There were whispers and those whispers were growing. It seemed as if no one could pin point it or come up with a direct answer but something was moving in the Wizarding World. No official news had been released causing her to think maybe, just maybe, the ministry had it under control and that it wasn’t anything to be worried about. And if she was able to leave things be and live by the saying ‘ignorance is bliss’ perhaps her life would have been more simple.
Simple just wasn’t a word that entered her life.
Lately her visions had kept her up. The images had been filled with flashes of green, half breeds, blood and death. It made her uncomfortable and Zara was nowhere near ready to go sharing that with anyone. Not even Jason. There had been a strong urge to sit down with the tea leaves and crystal ball but at the last minute she had packed up. Zara was scared. Scared of what she might see and what may befall the wizarding world and that fear had led her straight down Knockturn Alley.
Usually Zara did not venture far down this cobbled route. The dark, damp alley made her skin crawl and if it wasn’t the alley itself it was the alley’s regular customers. Anyone interested in the darker magic in the world would find themselves at home here. Borgin and Burkes was most popular playing home to some of the most interesting and dangerous artefacts in Britain. Shrunken, screaming head hung in the window bidding welcome to the shoppers.
There were bars and eateries as well as everything else. Knockturn alley. Best described, in her opinion, as the evil twin of diagon alley. She smiled at the analogy and wished for a second that someone was with her so she could share the small quip with. Zara decided not to dwell on her lack of company for that long and instead to focus on what she wanted.
Books. A typical Ravenclaw really but this time she really could not practice without the help of books. If something was brewing in the wizarding world then she would be at the forefront helping as much as possible. The only way she could see defeating darker magic was by knowing it. By knowing it you understood its weaknesses and its strengths. By knowing it you anticipated the damage caused by it. If you simply learned defence you would not survive.
Zara had once tried to pitch this idea to a group of friends before realising it was going down like a lead balloon and quickly changed the topic of conversation. That, however, had not meant that she had stopped thinking about it or had changed her mind.
Venturing on farther down the alley, Zara walked into a shop whose peeling sign read, ‘Obscurus Books.’
Now, the young girl loved the smell of rain, but as the bell above the door chimed announcing her presence the smell of damp hit her nose and she gagged. It hung in the air and she took short, small breaths to get used to it. After a few moments she continued on through the aisles. Eventually she stopped by a window display and shoved her hands in the pockets of her jeans. Her eyes flowed over the cover of the book. ‘The magic of the dark arts. A complete guide.’ The book was thick and leather bound and Z eventually picked it up and began to flick through the yellowing pages.
This was exactly what she needed. Biting her plump bottom lip she glanced over some of the spells and hexes and winced at the damage they could cause. Some of the damage would definitely not be for those who were faint hearted. She stood there quietly reading over pages, lost in her own little world.
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