Post by Isolde Logres on Jul 4, 2009 15:07:08 GMT -5
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ISOLDEBRANWENLOGRES
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Daddy's ghost behind you
Sleeping dog beside you
You're a poem of mystery
You're the prayer inside me
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OKAY, SO GIVE US THE BASICS !
SORRY, NOT QUITE. SO WHAT ARE AND AREN'T YOU INTO ?
Dislikes? Oh! I spent so many nights curled up in bed at Tintagel, listening to the storms outside and the waves crashing endlessly on the peninsula. I was always so scared that one day the sea would tear apart the very ground the castle sat on and that I would drown! So I don't like the sound of waves very much, or storms, or water outside of the bath. I don't like it when people yell, or loud noises. And I don't like kittens or puppies or rabbits or anything small and furry, really, because... well, I just don't like them all that much."
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HOW ER... INTERESTING. EVER LOOKED INTO THE MIRROR OF ERISED ?
Oh, well, I imagine I'd see myself being hugged a lot! Yes, I think I would like that most of all."
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WHAT MAKES YOU SHAKE IN YOUR BOOTS ?
EVEN YOU HAVE TO HAVE SOME GOOD QUALITIES, RIGHT ?
AND IT'S QUITE OBVIOUS YOU HAVE YOUR BAD, HUH?
LET'S GET DIRTY. WHAT TURNS YOU ON ?
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DO YOU LOVE YOUR FAMILY ?
WHERE YA FROM, BY THE WAY ?
THE DEMENTORS ARE HERE. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF ?
BETTER GET UP A PATRONUS. WHAT ARE YOU REMEMBERING ?
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HI, I AM SEVAPHINA AND I AM 26 YEARS OLD.
I HAVE BEEN DOING THIS SHIT FOR YEARS AND I AIN'T
QUITTING ANYTIME SOON. WELL, I GUESS I NEED TO SHOW YOU I'M THE SHIT,
SO HERE IT GOES.
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HI, I AM SEVAPHINA AND I AM 26 YEARS OLD.
I HAVE BEEN DOING THIS SHIT FOR YEARS AND I AIN'T
QUITTING ANYTIME SOON. WELL, I GUESS I NEED TO SHOW YOU I'M THE SHIT,
SO HERE IT GOES.
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All those years in the castle at Land's End had made it too easy for Isolde to forget that things such as time even existed. It was easy to forget that outside the Newcastle Manor, people were going about their lives, rushing to meet schedules and deadlines, keeping track of the day down to every minute of every hour.
Life was different for Isolde. No job, no friends, and her only remaining family had chosen to stay at Tintagel. She had spent her life in that castle, cloistered away like a nun, or worse, a plague victim. So while others might groan at missing a day here or there, it was commonplace for Isolde to lose an entire week or month, never leaving the house, never checking the clocks, content when in her own company and left to her own devices.
The problem was, she was often so wrapped up in her reclusive existence that she was wont to forget things, such as sending a polite request to a shop in Knockturn Alley to come take some items off her hands at a discounted rate. Such would explain the completely bemused expression on her face when she heard the guest bells ring loudly, the magically amplified sound reaching her even in the dusty attic.
The high-pitched squeak of a house elf's voice, while not magically amplified, still reached her ears as she stood up, dusting herself off.
"Mistress is upstairs, Master! Sit down, sit down, Bonky will get you some tea!"
Wondering who on earth could possibly be downstairs at this moment, no doubt being wrestled into an arm chair by the diminutive elf, she slid open a hidden panel and crept down the tightly spiraling staircase into the cavernous kitchen, catching sight of Bonky as the elf bounded cheerfully into the room. "The man from Borgin & Burke's is being here to see you, Mistress!"
"Er.." Racking her memory for any recollection of such an arrangement, it took her a moment or three before understanding dawned in her wide eyes. "Oooh... right."
Leaving the kitchen, she followed the quickest path into the parlor and blinked when she saw a familiar face there. "Oh, hello, Albert," she said, sounding quizzical yet pleased.
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