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[23 Dec 2009|10:16pm] She wasn't a good dancer. In fact, she was an absolute crap dancer, in her opinion. Victoire never danced in front of anyone. Ever. If there were ever any balls at their school, Victoire tried her very best not to dance -- which proved hard, since many of the boys would ask her to. If she had to dance, she would just follow the boy's lead, letting him do all the work, because HONESTLY, that made boys happy because they thought she was paying attention to them. It was just a cover, really. It worked. It was funny because Veelas were supposed to be wonderful dancers. Victoire had apparently never inherited this quality, which was why she was even more convinced that she wasn't actually a Veela. However, for no reason at all, Victoire was dancing to her very own beat, all alone in Greenhouse 6, thinking about nothing and everything as she worked on her Flitterbloom. Actually, she had long stopped paying attention to the Flitterbloom, instead paying attention to nothing at all, thinking idly to herself as she danced to her own odd, imaginary beat. 82 comments|post comment

[17 Jun 2009|12:24am] Victoire didn't like this. Victoire didn't like this one bit. It was sort of common knowledge that Victoire liked her quiet time. Under her tree. Next to the lake. In a quiet place. Her quiet place, to be exact. She always curled up right next to the tree, reading her book. Sleeping if she really so chose to. However, lately, she had been constantly mauled by her family members because lately, they had all decided to attack her with questions about a little incident that her cousin James had seen. Apparently, Victoire and Teddy Lupin had been getting a little too cozy on the Hogwarts Express. Victoire had no comment on the matter, and she refused to tell anyone what had actually happened. However, the attacking of questions really was starting to get annoying, so she decided that today, she would switch it up. She sat at a different tree on the other side of the Lake. Never mind the fact that it was starting to get cold. She wanted her quiet time. She deserved her quiet time. 38 comments|post comment

[24 Mar 2009|10:21pm] Victoire swore, she wasn't getting excited over the fact that anyone was visiting today. Because she didn't get excited over Teddy Lupin. No, sir. She was planning on sitting in her room the entire day, doing absolutely nothing and avoiding this visitor like the plague. Not that, you know, she didn't want to see him. It was that she had had enough of silly English pigs. Yes, that was it. And she was growing sick of boys like Teddy. Her father pounded on her door. "Victoire, it's time to come down," he said, sighing in exasperation. "We'll be having guests soon." Rolling her eyes, she ignored the entire thing, not even bothered as she heard a knock on the door downstairs. 224 comments|post comment

[22 Mar 2009|11:06pm] OOC INFO Name: RACHAEL Age: 18 aim/e-mail: LAWLZ PIRATE/SYNCHROFREAK@GMAIL.COM experience: eclectic how did you hear about us? some whore named jessi. (.....♥) CHARACTER INFORMATION Name: Victoire Weasley Birthday/Age: May 13/16 House/Year: Slytherin/7th year Classes: Charms, Arithmancy, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Potions, Ancient Runes, Transfiguration History/Personality: Victoire has, so far, led a very sheltered life. Her mother writes to her constantly (in French, of course – French is the language of love!), speaking of how it is just not the same without her, that she should come back home and how she wishes it would be the summer seasons, where they could go to their summer house in Nice, France, for the holidays. These past six years, however, have been filled with teenage rebellion. Poor Bill and Fleur do not know that Victoire has been trying things like smoking, playing Quidditch, and flirting with boys -- and not even FRENCH boys, zut alors! Victoire isn’t a bad girl; in fact, she’s just your average Hogwarts student that wants to have a little fun every once in a while. Victoire believes that it is extremely healthy to try new things. Victoire barely remembers when her sister Dominique and brother Louis were born, but she distinctly recalls her father telling her that she is the oldest. She needs to take care of the others. And Victoire does. If there is anything she is so adamant on doing, it is taking care of her siblings. Sometimes, Victoire gets a little bit over-the-top with this and tends to annoy the hell out of her younger siblings, but she takes her father’s words quite literally. Victoire is precisely one-eighth Veela, and she milks it for all it’s worth. She tries to put boys, particularly Teddy Lupin, under her charm until they cave. And then, at the last moment, Victoire loses interest in these boys. It’s horribly mean and absolutely terrible to do to these poor boys who never did anything wrong, but Victoire could really care less. It gives her a little bit of power. Victoire is somewhat of a feminist, and anything to make her superior to boys is a-okay by her. Major Details: -French. Victoire normally mutters things under her breath in French. Without thinking about it, she'll answer someone in French. Typically, she'll talk to her siblings and family in French. She's really her mother's child. -Extremely loyal to her family. She doesn't care what she has to do to keep her family safe, but family ALWAYS comes first. -Denies the fact that she feels ANYTHING for Teddy Lupin. He's just a little Gryffindor nerd, after all. -Doesn't admit to flaws because she is way too proud. PB: Willa Holland WRITING SAMPLE Victoire knows it's wrong. She knows it's sick and twisted to be doing what she's doing right now. And she would say that she doesn't care that she's doing this, but it actually really creeps her the hell out. And she does care about getting caught. Very much so. She is currently looking through Teddy Lupin's bookbag. She doesn't mean to, really. She just knows it's his and she's curious. No, not curious. She's-- okay, she's curious. Victoire can't even help herself and it's horrible. For the last five minutes, it has been sitting on her bed, staring her in the face as she debates whether or not to look through it. The truth is, he left it in the Great Hall after lunch and she couldn't catch up to him to give it back, so she'd just been planning on giving it back. But she hasn't yet, and she's staring it in the face and she doesn't know what to do with it. But she opens it. And she swears, she'll find something ridiculous with some double meaning that would somehow connect to her. Victoire's heart races as she looks through his books, searching for secret meanings in his comments in the margins. And she finds-- Nothing. Nothing that she can decipher, anyways. Moodily, Victoire looks through each pocket, her mood brightening a little when she notices his empty wrappers and few bars of Honeyduke's. She's always been secretly fond of Teddy Lupin's little fetish with chocolate, even though she'd rather eat a worm and then call herself English than admit it. Victoire sighs to herself, returning the quills to their rightful pockets and crossing her arms. Nothing. And suddenly, Victoire is horrified with herself because she's looking through someone else's bag. Panicking, she sets it on the floor and then faces away from it, just to be safe. But that doesn't stop her occasional glances back at it for a second try at deciphering those little comments in the margins. post comment

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