Hanna Denali
Slytherin
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A Touch Crazy...
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Post by Hanna Denali on Jul 15, 2009 23:52:51 GMT 10
Hanna-beth Denali was bored. This small framed, terrifying little girl was really bored. She had even stumbled upon a bathroom, whilst roaming the castle. Her right crystal blue, aqua eye and deep cherry brown left eye, both gleamed with barely hidden joy. The bathroom was huge, and it was exactly what she needed for a plan she had been forming. Once, she had worked out how to get in and out of the bathroom, Hanna figured she'll wait outside it.
...Wait for someone, someone she needed and then drag them in. Swiftly, like a trap. She was doing this for the sole purpose of helping her brother out. He just seemed too possessive, almost to a point, Hanna could almost detect fondness. Now Kaiden wasn't someone who would ever show that kind of emotion, to anyone. And now, he was slowly becoming way too close to Isabella. Someone who, she wanted to watch lose control, someone who she wanted to crush. Her and her friend. The one who stopped her last time.
Hanna would not let her brother do something stupid. He could get what ever fun he wanted from Isabella, but becoming attached was something Hanna wouldn't like to see. Folding her arms, and brushing her dark hair from her face. Hanna let out a soft sigh. As a cruel smile formed on her lips, waiting. Half hidden in the shadows.
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Evie Swarn
Gryfindor
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The final mystery is oneself.
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Post by Evie Swarn on Jul 16, 2009 20:55:12 GMT 10
Evie was heading to the dorms, a huge smile on her face as her feet guided her. She felt like she was floating, on a cloud, just drifting. She was happy, she had gone shopping, then lost everything. Either it got broken or someone stole her stuff. But despite all that, Evie was still happy, even if she hadn't returned with anything. She was able to bounce back from basically anything, and she had made a friend. Or she hoped she could call him a friend. For now anyway, she would call him a friend.
Curling a lock of her light blonde hair, Evie wonder if she should dye it black. It seemed like she needed a new colour, I'll ask Bella, she'll know... Evie thought, when her warm, metallic silver eyes fell on a girl. Evie stopped walking, seemingly captivated by the odd coloured eye's the girl had. That isn't normal? Evie thought, staring at the girl only a meter away. Covered by shadows.
"Hi." Evie greeted, squinting her eyes a bit, because of the dark. And catching the girl's house, marked on her robe. Slytherin. It didn't matter to Evie, she wasn't into house rivalry. Besides she had nothing against this girl. Evie had never seen her before, so it wasn't like the girl could hate her already. Right?
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Hanna Denali
Slytherin
Sixth year Born Werewolf }}Awards{0} [A:3]
A Touch Crazy...
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Post by Hanna Denali on Jul 17, 2009 15:25:39 GMT 10
Hanna had watched people come and go. Pass her without a glance, while others stopped, only to leave, as she gave them an icy glare. She didn't need some lowly gryffindor asking why she was here, or some stupid hufflepuff, asking if she needed help. Hanna was fine, perhaps a few screws loose in her head, but the she was fairly fine. Just bored, and beginning to get sick of waiting. That was until a blonde haired girl showed up, having an powerful aura, that made Hanna instantly take notice. It was if the girls magic was on full blast, a beckon of power. It made Hanna wonder who she was. One thing Hanna picked up from the girls scent was of vampires. One scent delightfully touched her nose, one she would recognize anywhere. Isabella's. It was faint, but there, making Hanna believe that this girl was either really close friends with Isabella, or perhaps a human who Isabella kept as a pet? No, Hanna thought, Isabella was not one for that type of thing It would have to be the first suggestion. Which made this all the more fun.
"Hi"
Hanna smirked in the darkness. Then, placing a pleasant smile on her face, stepped out of the shadows. Her odd colour eyes peering into warm silver. "Hello. My names Hanna." She replied, holding out her hand in greeting. "And I need your help." Hanna stated, her voice soft and sweet, having that enticing appeal, that was very hard to resist.
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Evie Swarn
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The final mystery is oneself.
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Post by Evie Swarn on Jul 24, 2009 20:53:02 GMT 10
Evie looked the girl up and down, when she came forward. Out of the darkness. Feeling every bit of a midget at the moment. This girl, Hanna was taller than her, not by much, but it was enough to make Evie dislike being small, more so. It seemed wrong, to Evie, Hanna's height. She was too thin, as if she had a disorder. Her height did not compare to her size, yet even so, she made it appear stunning. Now, Evie wasn't into girls in that way. She just admired how this girl looked, Hanna as she said her name was, was beautiful.
This beauty increasing with the nice smile that was on her face. Drawing her attention in, with each passing breath. Evie being a good gryffindor took hold of the girls offered hand. Shaking it slowly.
"I'm Evie and I'd like to help." Evie responded, too quickly, eager almost. Like she was, every time she met a new person. Clearly wanting to become friends, even when she knew hardly anything about this girl. Smiling happily, still shaking the girls hand.
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Hanna Denali
Slytherin
Sixth year Born Werewolf }}Awards{0} [A:3]
A Touch Crazy...
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Post by Hanna Denali on Aug 8, 2009 22:01:14 GMT 10
Hanna smirked, carefully deceitful. Victory was yet to be hers, she could almost taste it. Gripping tighter onto the Evie's hand. Hanna pulled the girl closer, using strength that people would assume she didn't have. Judging by her petite size and fragile look. It just made everything easier to Hanna, the people who thought that way obviously didn't know she was a born werewolf. Capable of things others would gawk at, as if they had been slapped and needed a few seconds to recover.
Evie being smaller than her in height, just made things all that more easier. Oh, the predicament Evie had stepped into. Hanna felt that Evie would of run, if she knew just what would become of her. That is if her brother chose to spare her the pain. Hanna hoped her brother just didn't see it for what it really was. A simple trick to get his mind off other things. That would be bad for her, seeing as she was warned about tampering his delicately, laid out plans.
"Good." Was all Hanna said, as she pulled Evie into the prefects bathroom. The door had been behind her. Just waiting for her to step a few steps back. Now Evie couldn't get away, even if she wanted too. Not until what Hanna wanted was achieved.
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Evie Swarn
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Sixth Year Head Girl barmaid }}Awards{0} [A:0]
The final mystery is oneself.
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Post by Evie Swarn on Aug 9, 2009 11:46:53 GMT 10
Evie wasn't all that use to surprises. She liked them almost as much as she did making friends. Hogwarts had shown her that surprises were a normal thing to occur. It was a magical place after all. Not even Beaubuxtons was like this. Compared to that, Hogwarts was a circus. Just that much crazy, added with a ting of chaos. Evie wasn't sure whether she should celebrate yet, that she was needed. She just wanted to know what the girl was planning. This was one of those moments when Evie really should ask just what the person needed help with, before agreeing. Now she couldn't back out. That probably had to do with being a gryfindor, it was a surprise to finally find out why she was put there. She would of loved being in hufflepuff, than it. People didn't suspect hufflepuffs of anything. Sweet, innocent and loyal hufflepuffs. When Evie had figured out that each house was separated by certain characteristics, she firmly believed she didn't belong in gryfindor. Then again, she was sure she could fit into any house if she put in enough effort.
"Wha-" Evie stopped mid word, her eyes catching the bathroom that were reserved for prefects. She would know, she was Head Girl. Even if she didn't really know half the school, or was here long enough. And that little fact that she didn't know enough of the passwords to get herself out of here. She wasn't a Prefect, never had been. The head girl got her own rooms if she remembered right. She hadn't been one for long. It was nice, the bathroom, a tub that looked as if it once was a swimming pool. Tiles that sparkled with a clean glow. The smell of faint perfumes hovering in the air. Not to strong, and not too weak. Just perfect.
Evie would of moved, to walk around the way-to-big bathroom. If only Hanna had let go of her. Her instinct that usually told her she could be in danger. Didn't. Even if the girl showed more strength than allowed for her small form, Evie didn't seem bothered. Even her magically enhanced body couldn't keep Hanna from dragging her here. Though, Evie knew that if something went wrong the girl wouldn't like the magical lash out, her magic would dish out. With or without it's owners consent.
"A prefects bathroom? If you wanted permission you could of asked. It's not like I care who uses it." Evie signed, somehow knowing Hanna didn't care about gaining permission. The look in her eyes told her so. Neither was she into making Evie scream and bleed. Well, Evie hoped that wasn't the case. She had yet to meet someone from Hogwarts that took pleasure in harming others. She defiantly didn't want to find out first hand. The thought brought shivers to her spine.
"Hanna?" Evie asked, she couldn't hide the hint of growing fear. As the bathroom started to look intimidating. For she just clued into the fact, that she couldn't get out on her own free will.
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Hanna Denali
Slytherin
Sixth year Born Werewolf }}Awards{0} [A:3]
A Touch Crazy...
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Post by Hanna Denali on Aug 24, 2009 19:04:50 GMT 10
Curling her lip up, Hanna smirked. Her eyes darkening, making her appear just a tad dangerous. "Evie." Hanna said back, "Evie, Evie, Evie..." She taunted, laughter seeping through her speech. Frighteningly childish, mixed with a horror record. As if someone had wanted to experiment on what tones made one whimper. Hanna had it tuned perfectly. Her grip loosening with each word spoken.
"I have a brother. He needs someone to f*ck." Hanna proclaimed, letting Evie go. Stepping back on her tippy toes and twirling around. "I want you to be that someone." Hanna announced not at all discretely. She had never been one to beat around the bush. When Hanna wanted something done, it become done. Stopping her twirling, Hanna looked back at Evie. An almost pleading look took hold of her facial features.
"I wouldn't of asked, it's just, you look as if you need a f*ck too." Hanna stated, with a small smile. Seeing nothing wrong with what she was asking.
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Evie Swarn
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Sixth Year Head Girl barmaid }}Awards{0} [A:0]
The final mystery is oneself.
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Post by Evie Swarn on Feb 22, 2010 19:06:15 GMT 10
Evie stepped back, her feet shaking with the effort. With silver eyes wide. And a critical look on her face, directed at Hanna. She could run, she could, but the look on Hanna's face left no room for disobedience. Evie had been tricked. No, the way Hanna sounded, it was as if this was a gift. Just what was this girl? Why had she even formed up such a plan? It was just a little creepy that she would do something like this for her brother. Couldn't the girl see this?
Twitching in slight fear, Evie decided to play along. No matter how much she thought this sickening. After all, Hanna's brother couldn't be anything like her, right? He wouldn't, would he?
"When, now?" Evie wanted to scream at her, to fight her way out, but something was telling her. Warning her that Hanna would sooner break her neck then let her go. It seemed cruel, but sometimes it was better to comply than to die. Evie would not die, she had more to give. Hanna could play whatever sick game she wanted to play. So her voice sounded rather pathetic against her own ears. As she gave in. There wasn't much else she could do.
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Hanna Denali
Slytherin
Sixth year Born Werewolf }}Awards{0} [A:3]
A Touch Crazy...
Posts: 33
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Post by Hanna Denali on Feb 22, 2010 19:21:24 GMT 10
Hanna felt her heart flutter in delight. Not so strange, to have this feeling after feeling satisfied that her plan will work. Tilting her head down, Hanna knelled low on the ground. Then gazed back up at Evie. A twisted sort of smile dominated her lips. Causing a crazed look to fall upon her face.
"You need more motivation." Hanna whispered, her words holding a cryptic tone. Then without another sound, Hanna's wand was perfectly aimed at Evie. The curse Imperio leaving her lips. Leaving her wand point.
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