07-20-2018, 12:34 PM
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goldenluxury "goldie" roux — female — the typhoon — tags
goldie, being a first year student, was still learning quite a lot about the school. the young girl constantly ran about the halls, moving from the library, to the common rooms, to her classes, and everywhere else she was permitted to be...sometimes places she wasn't allowed to be, as well, but that was a secret. the hard-working young girl was determined to be the top of her class and would make her family proud, along with her classmates happy, as she socialized with them often throughout the day.
yes, she thought it to be both quite pleasant and beneficial to get to know as many students, and teachers, as she could. she could learn from them, depend on them, help them herself, and simply have a good time with them. because of her being everywhere all the time, she tended to get injured or sick a lot. the school nurses surely saw her face more than most anybody. as a matter of fact, she had just gotten over an illness yesterday. she was catching up with her potions teacher this morning.
"alright, miss roux, don't be overworking yourself anymore!" called her teacher as the girl was exiting the classroom, carrying a small bag over her shoulder to hold her books and other belongings. she wore a gray beanie, mittens, boots, and a couple of her striped scarves currently, the scarves a yellow and red to represent her household. she actually found herself getting along with any house, though she had her quarrels with all of them - including her own. gryffindor is certainly where she belongs, though the impulsiveness of a lot of her classmates tended to get on her nerves.
"yes, of course, thank you! no need to worry about it. have a swell day!"[b] she called in response as she prepared to walk outside. there was much to be done, but that was the last teacher she had to meet up with for now. she brushed her curly, dark brown hair out of her face as she stepped out, planning to head to the common rooms to both study and chat with her classmates. but, just as she stepped outside, she heard something. some sort of commotion. a girl ran past her and the sound of glass breaking followed.
[b]"ah, what's goin' o-" she started, but stopped herself as her eyes darted towards the direction of the hippogriff. uh, shoot - what were they supposed to do about that? the girl looked to rochelle, recognizing the older student. "are you alright?" she asked, quickly running over to her. she seemed fine - just shaken up, but goldie wanted to make sure. "what happened? should we, um, grab a teacher or something?" one would honestly probably arrive soon enough with all the noise it was making.
yes, she thought it to be both quite pleasant and beneficial to get to know as many students, and teachers, as she could. she could learn from them, depend on them, help them herself, and simply have a good time with them. because of her being everywhere all the time, she tended to get injured or sick a lot. the school nurses surely saw her face more than most anybody. as a matter of fact, she had just gotten over an illness yesterday. she was catching up with her potions teacher this morning.
"alright, miss roux, don't be overworking yourself anymore!" called her teacher as the girl was exiting the classroom, carrying a small bag over her shoulder to hold her books and other belongings. she wore a gray beanie, mittens, boots, and a couple of her striped scarves currently, the scarves a yellow and red to represent her household. she actually found herself getting along with any house, though she had her quarrels with all of them - including her own. gryffindor is certainly where she belongs, though the impulsiveness of a lot of her classmates tended to get on her nerves.
"yes, of course, thank you! no need to worry about it. have a swell day!"[b] she called in response as she prepared to walk outside. there was much to be done, but that was the last teacher she had to meet up with for now. she brushed her curly, dark brown hair out of her face as she stepped out, planning to head to the common rooms to both study and chat with her classmates. but, just as she stepped outside, she heard something. some sort of commotion. a girl ran past her and the sound of glass breaking followed.
[b]"ah, what's goin' o-" she started, but stopped herself as her eyes darted towards the direction of the hippogriff. uh, shoot - what were they supposed to do about that? the girl looked to rochelle, recognizing the older student. "are you alright?" she asked, quickly running over to her. she seemed fine - just shaken up, but goldie wanted to make sure. "what happened? should we, um, grab a teacher or something?" one would honestly probably arrive soon enough with all the noise it was making.
NOTHING'S EVER LOST FOREVER, IT'S JUST HIDING IN THE RECESS OF YOUR MIND AND WHEN YOU NEED IT, IT WILL COME TO YOU AT NIGHT. I MISS THE YELLOW. I MISS THE YELLING AND THE SHAKEDOWN. I'M NOT COMPLAINING, NO, I GOT A BETTER SET OF KNIVES NOW. I MISS MY DRUMMER, MY DEAD STEPBROTHER, AND THE PIT CROWD. AND CHUCK AND MATTY - IF THEY COULD SEE ME THEY'D BE SO PROUD.