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Feb 20 2013, 07:20 AM
.The weather outside didn’t match the mood fledgling lioness. She walked down the corridor near the perfect's bathroom. Tala-May could hear singing. ‘Odd?’ she thought, placing her gloved hands on the smooth, cold stone door. ‘Who could be singing? He has a nice voice.’ She thought. She didn’t know the door was half open already. When she placed her hands on the door it swung open. Tala-May fell into the bathroom face first.
"Uh-oh." She said as she landed on the ground. Tala-May knew she looked like a much younger child. One not of Hogwarts age because of her height; nevertheless her clothes were that of a fashion model. She could hear running water and hear a young man singing. Somehow, the stone floor had a cooling effect on her burning face. ‘Stupid,’ she thought.
Today she was dressed in a green shirt that pulled the green out of her ocean blue eyes. She was wearing black pants because it was cold outside and she had been outside on a broom. She maybe a second year but she was thirteen years old and she was trying to look her age. No wonder she was treated like a child when she wasn’t a child anymore. When she looked up, she turned darker cherry red when she saw a naked boy. Well, the upper body part anyway. The cherry red turned darker and reached from the roots of her auburn hair to the base of her neck.
The boy, no, the man hadn’t noticed her yet and she prayed he wouldn’t ‘He’s handsome,’ she thought to herself as she got up quickly. However, she slipped on the stone floor and she fell back down with a small yelp of surprise that she couldn’t hide. Her back hit the wall, knocking down a shelf of bottles of stuff. Tala-May pulled her knees into her chest and threw her hands over her head as the bottles bounced off another shelf. The bottles lands in front of her and spilled open. ‘Please don’t turned around.’ She begged. ‘Please don’t turn around.’ She could smell the mixture of the different soaps mixing together to make a new flavor.
Feb 18 2013, 05:17 PM
The rain the hit the window of the classroom where Tala-May was breathing in and out look at her wand which was on another side of the room. Her face was cherry red because she was both in pain and anger. She could feel the coldness and hardness of the stone floor. ‘Why can’t I get a simple spell right!’ she thought angrily to herself. “Ow,”she said has she stood up. Tala-May was handle her wand the way her brother was showing her and the way she was taught but it seem that the wand doesn’t agree with her; she was doing the best that she could do. Walking over to her were her wand lays, she gingerly picks it up as if it was curses.
“What am I doing wrong?” she asked has she picked up a first year book. “I’m doing the wrist movements right. “As she looked through the book she started to hum an old French children melody as she flicks her wrist in a feather light spell. The humming filled the silence of the hall as she brought her arms up and spun around when she felt she ready and point her wand at her book she said the feather light charms. Oh the feather light charm worked alright. A little to well; the book was sent flying to the air and Tala-May was sent flying into the wall.
She hit the wall with such force that she lost her wand and her breath. Sliding down the wall she had saltly tears falling down her oval face. Her almond ocean greens were covered in unshed tears as she tries to sit up. She heard a pop in her back as she bits her lips. “WHY CAN’T I GET SPELLS RIGHTS! NOTHING I DO IS RIGHT!” She yelled in the room not care if she could be heard or not. She was debate if she was meant to be a witch or not if she couldn’t handle magic. Tala-May knew she was lose control.
Feb 17 2013, 12:50 PM
Hey laura here the writer of tala may. Mind you all I am type all this from my phone. This what I need plot wise.
Need someone to scare out of her wits.
Someone to act like a big brother or sister.
Someone to have a crush on her.
And many others.
Feb 15 2013, 09:08 AM
“I’m bored,” said Anne to Tala-May who was sitting at her desk. Tala-May looked up from her paperwork. “Sis, I’m bored. I’m tired of being inside all the time!” Tala-May sighed as she put away her papers with her left hand and rubbed her face with her right hand. She didn’t know why she was the one to solely take care of her almost six year old niece/sister. It had been a month since the Quidditch thing. People were still coming in injured from the after effect. She had been working double shifts since then.
“Alright I’ll take you to the park if you promise to let me work when we get back,” said Tala-May. A few minutes later they left the Stacy manor and walked toward the park. This was a familiar walk for Tala-May since she was kidnapped back in her second year by an older student and a member of her own house. Since then, she had been slightly protective of what was hers, especially her family.
When they got to the park Anne went straight for the swings and Tala-May headed towards the bench to watch her niece play. “Be careful there, sweetie.”she said with a hint of her French accent that was usually gone. Most parents were gone or busy working on other things. ‘She’s lucky to have me to care for her.’ She thought.
Feb 14 2013, 11:27 PM
After changing clothes Tala-May walked into the dance hall. Her hair was pulled back into a messy bum and she was dressed in red and gold shirt that was v-cut that would show the world everything if she didn’t wear a white tank top underneath the dress. Her a-line skirt hugged her curves. She was wearing the outfit to teach Peter Stonewall a lesson. She was wearing very light make-up. Being thirteen taught her a few things and having a few cousins who tried to get her to wear more grown up clothes and she glad for it.
She had a heavy heart like she was betray herself or what she stood for. Tala-May knew she was betray her adopted father’s trust in herself but she had to do this. Her heart didn’t tell her why but she had learned to trust her heart in the two years she had been here. Peter wasn’t in the room yet so she hums a old French song has she begain a dance from Madam theo school for the magical gifted.
The humming filled the silence of the hall as she brought her arms up and spun around. It looked like she was dancing with someone only she could see, although it looked like her alone time wasn't going to last when the heavy doors that led to the dance hall opened. "Hello?" She called out as she stopped dancing.
She didn’t want Peter to surprise her again. He was good for that and she had enough of it so she’s was going to up the game today praying nothing comes of it beside his him being knocked down a peg or two. She waiting for Peter to enter as she stood in the middle of the dance floor.
we should find new play-bys for Peter and May so that they can be together in one photo
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