Post by Deleted on Jan 6, 2014 15:53:11 GMT -8
SUZANNE ISLA BROOKE -- 17 -- RAVENCLAW
full name: Suzanne Isla Brooke
nicknames: Suz, Suzie
age: 17
birthplace: England
blood-type: Half-blood
sexuality: Hetersosexual
year/occupation: Seventh Year
three words to describe character: Distant, bright, imaginative
play by: Taissa Farminga
Rose nursed the cup of tea between her hands, taking slow sips, mind not particularly focused on anything. The Lawson family owned a tiny little flat in London – all they could afford – and it always looked like a whole house’s things had been crammed into it. There wasn’t really a dining room, more like a little round table with four chairs between the kitchen and the telly room, where Rose found herself sitting on a lazy afternoon. She could hear her mother working in the kitchen, and her father and brother were out somewhere, and Rose felt an overwhelming sense of entrapment. Their cramped little flat honestly wasn’t going to do – it was the summer holidays! Rose was supposed to be out doing fun things, not drowning herself in a cup of tea.
Her eyes looked around the room, placing down her now finished cup of tea, as if something new and exciting would have sprung up in their TV room while her mind wandered. She had no such luck.
“There’s no point moping, sweetheart,” she heard her mother say as she entered the room, nightgown fastened over her sweatpants and t-shirt, blonde hair in a ponytail on the top of her head. Rose didn’t reply to her mother’s typical chatter, but did make the effort to look at her. “You know, there’s a job open at Derick’s if you’re so bored.”
Rose couldn’t help but groan softly and mumble, “Oh, that’s great, the Butcher’s.”
“Well, it might do you good!” Jackie urged, sitting down on the couch directly across from the television. ‘Then why don’t you do it, then?’ Rose thought but before she could reply, she heard the post drop through the slot in the door and onto the welcome mat.
Thanking God, she stood up. “I’ll go get it.”
Two white envelopes adorned the matt, scattered over a monthly TV guide and a magazine. Rose picked them all up and wavered in the small hallway, eyes on the magazine cover. “South America, an amazing escape!” There was a beautiful picture of a green forest, Rio de Janeiro’s lights behind it. Rose bit her lip. That’s exactly what she needed, wasn’t it? An amazing escape...
“Mum,” she started, having made up her mind as she walked back to her mother. “I’m going to pop to Shareen’s for a bit.” Rose put down the post on the little table and shrugged on her hoodie as she put her cup in the basin.
“If you go ‘round the shops, we need milk.”
Rose nodded and quickly kissed her mum’s cheek before making out of the flat. The view of London’s tall buildings outside was a bit of a relief, but hardly what was waiting for her. Heck, she hadn’t talked to her late childhood friend, Shareen, for probably a year, but it was a useable enough of an excuse. Her wand was stuffed into her jean pocket (Extension Charm required) as she made her way to the staircases. No one was around. Rose took out her wand and concentrated. This was her first summer holiday where she was allowed to use magic, and now she intended to do that exactly. Even more exactly, Apparating to South America. She visualised the picture on the magazine cover and concentrated.
With a pop, Rose Lawson seemed to disappear from staircase B of the Powell Estate, and reappeared in a street alley in Rio de Janeiro. She couldn’t help but laugh softly in relief. She’d never Apparated further than Croyden before.
Rose looked up as she heard a noise she hadn't expected. A whip? Why would anyone have a whip? Some sort of street performer? Rose followed the source of the sound and peered out from behind a small building. "Step right up! Two knuts a lashing! Tame the beast! Two knuts!"
Her hand instintively reached for her mouth as she saw what was in the cart behind him - what he offered two knuts a lashing for. Rose's favourite subject at Hogwarts had always been Care of Magical Creatures, and she'd been born with a very good sense of right and wrong, so her gut twisted at the sight before her. There was already a small crowd around the madman and the locked dragon. "This is wrong... this is so, so wrong..." She voiced softly to herself. She couldn't just stand there and do nothing!
A rather burly looking wizard stepped forward with a grin that made Rose want to slap him with all of her might. While her mind to her it was futile, the sight of him with a whip in his hand, the other passing over two bronze nuts to the sadistic Circus Master, made her need to do something. She stepped forward, no plan or idea in mind, but her morals pushing her forward, but something held her back. Or, more like, someone.
nicknames: Suz, Suzie
age: 17
birthplace: England
blood-type: Half-blood
sexuality: Hetersosexual
year/occupation: Seventh Year
three words to describe character: Distant, bright, imaginative
play by: Taissa Farminga
Rose nursed the cup of tea between her hands, taking slow sips, mind not particularly focused on anything. The Lawson family owned a tiny little flat in London – all they could afford – and it always looked like a whole house’s things had been crammed into it. There wasn’t really a dining room, more like a little round table with four chairs between the kitchen and the telly room, where Rose found herself sitting on a lazy afternoon. She could hear her mother working in the kitchen, and her father and brother were out somewhere, and Rose felt an overwhelming sense of entrapment. Their cramped little flat honestly wasn’t going to do – it was the summer holidays! Rose was supposed to be out doing fun things, not drowning herself in a cup of tea.
Her eyes looked around the room, placing down her now finished cup of tea, as if something new and exciting would have sprung up in their TV room while her mind wandered. She had no such luck.
“There’s no point moping, sweetheart,” she heard her mother say as she entered the room, nightgown fastened over her sweatpants and t-shirt, blonde hair in a ponytail on the top of her head. Rose didn’t reply to her mother’s typical chatter, but did make the effort to look at her. “You know, there’s a job open at Derick’s if you’re so bored.”
Rose couldn’t help but groan softly and mumble, “Oh, that’s great, the Butcher’s.”
“Well, it might do you good!” Jackie urged, sitting down on the couch directly across from the television. ‘Then why don’t you do it, then?’ Rose thought but before she could reply, she heard the post drop through the slot in the door and onto the welcome mat.
Thanking God, she stood up. “I’ll go get it.”
Two white envelopes adorned the matt, scattered over a monthly TV guide and a magazine. Rose picked them all up and wavered in the small hallway, eyes on the magazine cover. “South America, an amazing escape!” There was a beautiful picture of a green forest, Rio de Janeiro’s lights behind it. Rose bit her lip. That’s exactly what she needed, wasn’t it? An amazing escape...
“Mum,” she started, having made up her mind as she walked back to her mother. “I’m going to pop to Shareen’s for a bit.” Rose put down the post on the little table and shrugged on her hoodie as she put her cup in the basin.
“If you go ‘round the shops, we need milk.”
Rose nodded and quickly kissed her mum’s cheek before making out of the flat. The view of London’s tall buildings outside was a bit of a relief, but hardly what was waiting for her. Heck, she hadn’t talked to her late childhood friend, Shareen, for probably a year, but it was a useable enough of an excuse. Her wand was stuffed into her jean pocket (Extension Charm required) as she made her way to the staircases. No one was around. Rose took out her wand and concentrated. This was her first summer holiday where she was allowed to use magic, and now she intended to do that exactly. Even more exactly, Apparating to South America. She visualised the picture on the magazine cover and concentrated.
With a pop, Rose Lawson seemed to disappear from staircase B of the Powell Estate, and reappeared in a street alley in Rio de Janeiro. She couldn’t help but laugh softly in relief. She’d never Apparated further than Croyden before.
Rose looked up as she heard a noise she hadn't expected. A whip? Why would anyone have a whip? Some sort of street performer? Rose followed the source of the sound and peered out from behind a small building. "Step right up! Two knuts a lashing! Tame the beast! Two knuts!"
Her hand instintively reached for her mouth as she saw what was in the cart behind him - what he offered two knuts a lashing for. Rose's favourite subject at Hogwarts had always been Care of Magical Creatures, and she'd been born with a very good sense of right and wrong, so her gut twisted at the sight before her. There was already a small crowd around the madman and the locked dragon. "This is wrong... this is so, so wrong..." She voiced softly to herself. She couldn't just stand there and do nothing!
A rather burly looking wizard stepped forward with a grin that made Rose want to slap him with all of her might. While her mind to her it was futile, the sight of him with a whip in his hand, the other passing over two bronze nuts to the sadistic Circus Master, made her need to do something. She stepped forward, no plan or idea in mind, but her morals pushing her forward, but something held her back. Or, more like, someone.
KRISS -- 18 -- NONE
