Post by Evie Finnigan on Aug 1, 2008 16:22:43 GMT -8
Name: Treyvoni Fox
Character: Evelin "Evie" Finnigan
Parents: Seamus and Cho [Chang] Finnigan
House: Ravenclaw
Age/Year: 15/5th
Birth gender: Female
Sample:
Vector walked along the bookshelves, stalking back and forth between sections. She had already read the books she was searching for, but that was back when she was a student here. She wanted to read them once more to refresh her memory. But the listed locations yielded nothing. Now she walked along in between and around hoping against all hopes that it hadn’t been incorrectly shelved. Feeling irritation creep in she stomped from table to table taking books the students had laid out and even volumes from the hands of the students to check the titles. They protested briefly but she tossed the books at them in frustration. Now irritated and perturbed, she was about to track down the librarian when an idea came to her. “Am I a witch or not?” she queried, eliciting a few incredulous stares. She quickly murmured a spell and waited for the book to come to her. She just wasn’t expecting it to come from behind.
It planted itself firmly in her lower back, sending her tumbling forward. She sprawled across the floor and the thought came to her that she really ought to learn from prior mistakes. This made it, what, seven times now?
Character: Evelin "Evie" Finnigan
Parents: Seamus and Cho [Chang] Finnigan
House: Ravenclaw
Age/Year: 15/5th
Birth gender: Female
Sample:
Vector walked along the bookshelves, stalking back and forth between sections. She had already read the books she was searching for, but that was back when she was a student here. She wanted to read them once more to refresh her memory. But the listed locations yielded nothing. Now she walked along in between and around hoping against all hopes that it hadn’t been incorrectly shelved. Feeling irritation creep in she stomped from table to table taking books the students had laid out and even volumes from the hands of the students to check the titles. They protested briefly but she tossed the books at them in frustration. Now irritated and perturbed, she was about to track down the librarian when an idea came to her. “Am I a witch or not?” she queried, eliciting a few incredulous stares. She quickly murmured a spell and waited for the book to come to her. She just wasn’t expecting it to come from behind.
It planted itself firmly in her lower back, sending her tumbling forward. She sprawled across the floor and the thought came to her that she really ought to learn from prior mistakes. This made it, what, seven times now?
