Ophelia Allaira von Unwerth (secret_heiress) wrote in allaira_academy, @ 2011-02-26 02:29:00 |
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Current mood: | lonely |
Thread: Ophelia & Brett
Who: Ophelia & Brett
When: Nov. 2nd- afternoon
Where: Her study room of the library
What: Brett finds his Cinderella.
Ophelia hadn't realized she hadn't been paying any attention to her studying, until she read the same paragraph three times on the uses of Dragon fangs in anti aging spells. With a sigh she realized she wasn't going to get anywhere on this essay for advanced potions, if she continued to day dream about pretty green eyes and and a silver tongue. He had a mask on, and was someone she hadn't known, or someone who had been very good at disguising themselves. Either way, her mystery man had been on her mind the last day or so and she hadn't tried that hard to figure out who he was. She had a suspicion, but without seeing the boy face to face, she wouldn't know. Getting up from her seat in the old Victorian chair, she moved away from the old regal oak table that took up most of the study room she had adopted since her first year. It was at the top of the study tower, and most people didn't use the room unless they were desperate for a room as it was well known that Ophelia used it more often then not and her temper wasn't one people tried to test. Today she had flipped the in-use sign to "occupied" but hadn't drawn the curtains to cover the window as usual.
Appearances were deceiving with her most of the time, and today's ensemble was no different. From her flowy pale pink dress, which skimmed her slender curves, and showed off her long legs clad in the the knee high lace La Perla socks and one of her favorite new acquisitions, a pastel flower patterned pair of peep toe pumps finished the look. Her pale gold colored computer was on the table, with her flowery clutch next to it, waiting for her next move. Sighing again at the boy that had intruded once again into her thoughts, she closed the book and tossed it on the table, reaching for her computer, and walking to the window seat, she curled up in the pile of pillows there, opening her computer to begin her Gossip Witch post, to set the school straight again. Some silly little girl had practically begged her to reveal her dirty laundry. Accusing her of not actually knowing anything. That the girl had nothing to hide? Ophelia knew better. Little peon... The girl was obviously desperete to appear on the social radar, and really she knew that everyone was dying to know what their most elite had done that night. Perhaps it was time to give them what they wanted, little teases and taunts. They claimed to hate Gossip Witch, but really, what ever would they do without her? Licking her pink lips as she settled down, her blonde curly hair fell prettily over her shoulders as her pale pink nails clicked at the keys on the keyboard.