Post by Deleted on Oct 7, 2013 12:30:30 GMT -5
ANNABELLA ELIZABETH GRIFFITH
FIFTEEN | SINGLE | PUREBLOOD | LONDON, ENGLAND
Annabella focused on her newspaper reading over each detail of anything that included someone breaking the laws and mentally taking note of them so that way she would remember other people’s mistakes. Annabella only held a few true friends and glancing up, she kind of hoped they would just appear suddenly in Diagon Alley. It was a lost hope for one of her friends, but her other… That wasn’t a lost hope. The woman leaned into her chair, paper in her lap as she drank from her own drink and realized it was empty, once again. The woman who was supposed to be checking on their drinks was not doing her job and Annabella looked at the drink with pure anger in her eyes, but she would just wait… Maybe the woman would come around and realize her mistake…
As the other joined them, Annabella sized him up carefully. The man was rich and having him as a friend mind be a good thing if he had the same ideals. Maybe she could change his ideals? Muggle-born witches and wizards did not belong in this world, they were lower class and the only thing they deserved were to be servants in a magical household. Returning her eyes to the paper, she read over a few smaller stories and wrinkled her nose at the story of a successful Muggle-born. It was sad that the wizarding world was actually promoting the success of mud-bloods. ”Well Quinn flows a little easier than 'The Flying Dutchman' I guess." Glancing up at the woman, she looked at her hard as her question was ignored. Why had she sat down only to completely ignore Annabella’s own present at a table she was at first.
As it seemed she was not going to get any peace and quiet, she focused on her paper, reading each article slowly, hoping to make her time here go by without anymore problems from her uninvited guest. Though, Quinn was a nice addition Clover was an annoyance. ”So you do know..." Annabella flipped the paper. ”Even for those not a fan, everyone would know who you are with just a mere glance… Your face is everywhere.”
"The band's going to be here all summer." Glancing at the man, she acted like she put her wand away in her purse, which was under the table. ”We've got a studio set up in a house for we rented, so it's a bit roomy." The woman act like she was into his little conversation. ”Surely the papers have said something. We're all going to be attending Aridorn in the fall." Annabella chuckled slightly at that and nodded. ”Of course.”[/color] With that, she flicked her want towards Clover hoping to make the chair fall over backwards. The spell was said plainly in her mind and her concentration was on the chair flipping over. Having been bent over slightly to put her wand in her purse, her movements were fluid and if anything happened, it looked like she had been packing her things up perfectly. [/blockquote]
WC: 584
COM: basically, annabella used magic to try and have clover's chair to fall backwards. it was non-verbal, a skill that was mentioned above that she is learning to do from being around her own family. she made her movements fluid and act like she was packing up some of her stuff. it is up to you if the magic worked.
TAG: clover nightingale wynne & quincey william greyback
SONG(S): harry potter theme
CHAR: annabella elizabeth griffith
STATS: finished[/size][/justify]
