Post by avalon on Jul 31, 2012 0:19:51 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true] [style=margin-left: 10px; margin-top: 10px; width: 380px; padding-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; font-size: 25px; font-family: arial narrow; color: ffffff; background-color: 7A5C68; text-shadow: #000000 0px 2px 2px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -2px; font-style: italic;"]dear diary, today... [/style][style=margin-top: -10px; margin-right: 10px; width: 170px; height: 240px; overflow: auto; background-color: ffffff; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial, calibri; text-align: justify; padding: 5px; color: 0c0c0c; line-height: 100%; float: right;"]this was just another year that avalon had promised would be even better than the year before. none of her years at hogwarts had been bad, but she was determined to make each year better than the last. so far she had some friends along with some enemies. it all just depended on the person that she met. some people would hear her last name and instantly steer clear of her, which sucked in the biggest way. there was no reason that people should fear ava and yet they did. she wasn't going to bite...and yes a pun was intended there. she was a part vampire, her father was a full vampire, and that made things rough for her sometimes. people either knew who the sanguini's were or they didn't. usually if they didn't then it meant any easier time for ava. vampires weren't exactly that accepted in the wizarding community. nothing out of the "ordinary" was so it seemed. today she was spending her free time in one of the little window seat alcoves on the sixth floor. she liked to occasionally spend some time on her own to write in her diary. today she scribbled down everything that had happened to far. her diary was the thing that she could confide anything and everything to. she never had to worry about whether it was going to judge her. she kept it with her at all times, in her bag. her long brunette hair fell in big waves down her back. some of her hair hung next to her face as she wrote, blocking her view of the corridor and hiding her face from passing people. usually people left her alone, they didn't want bother someone sitting alone. she closed her diary and slipped it back into her bag before pulling her knees up to her chest and pushing her hair behind her ear. she looked out the window and smiled at the view. she loved the outdoors, they were always so gorgeous. ava had on a simple pair of jeans with a blue v-neck long sleeve shirt and some black flats. she never really liked to wear her robes and so she only did when she absolutely had to. she watched as people scuttled about here and there outside the window, looking sort of like ants from this perspective. so far the year was good, but things had a way of changing in the blink of an eye. | [/style] |