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Mar 18, 2019 7:35:38 GMT -7
Post by bryelle rose goyle on Mar 18, 2019 7:35:38 GMT -7
 26TH DECEMBER 2024
MANAGING TO sneak out of her home for the millionth time in her life, Bryelle Goyle knew the place to be for the Winter Break was Hogsmeade. The early morn and afternoon of her day was spent by Nathaniel Forrester’s side, a Slytherin in the same year as herself who had challenged her perfect scores many times throughout the academic year. He was skilled in Potions and supposedly Charms but their day together had some kind of nice friendly feeling to it. Even if she used it to her advantage to figure out the kind of person he was. Filled with many Butterbeers later, the early evening slowly came around. The sky above her shifted into a lightly coloured pink, the oranges hues of the sun disappearing in between the clouds. Twilight was her favourite time of day, aside from the complete darkness London provided to her as well.
It seemed like the perfect time to scour some late gifts for the unintelligent beings in her household she referred to as her parents, as well as an overdue gift for Renard who allowed her to stay within his apartment for the rest of the Winter Break. Well, starting from tonight that was. Bryelle wandered close to Knick Knacks and Nut Cracks but couldn’t deem it the ultimate best in relation to what she was looking for. She puffed out a sigh as her fingers trailed along the small stalls around, trying to figure out what would Renard actually like? He was grumpy, intelligent but couldn’t help but fall to his cravings for cigarettes. The two of them were different in comparison to when they were kids, they simply enjoyed mocking their parents and their attempts in parenting. What could you exactly buy for an old but young man?
As her mind wandered off, Bryelle almost didn’t notice the person she bumped into, eyes widening as she did so. ”I’m so sorry.” She apologised, facing the girl with her hand stretched, wanting to see if she was okay. Her face was familiar, as if the Goyle knew her but she couldn’t exactly put her finger on it.
@helena & hopefully this works! |
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Mar 21, 2019 15:42:29 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Mar 21, 2019 15:42:29 GMT -7
[googlefont="Open Sans Condensed:300"] WE'RE ALL JUST PLAYING
A GAME IN A WAY [attr="class","next"] It was the day before she was supposed to meet Sari at the Winter Festival, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t go more than once while it was around. She enjoyed the festival and wanted to experience all that she could. But today was most for the shopping than having fun, even though Christmas was over, didn’t mean she couldn’t buy more trinkets. She moved around the place, eyes moving over the different people that were at the festival. People were laughing, screaming as they ran around; it seemed like everyone was having fun. And then she smelt it, butterbeer or some flavored candy—something smelled delicious, and it drew her closer to it, at least, until she was bumped into by someone. The girls luckily didn’t fall, but that didn’t stop the brunette from apologizing and holding out her hands as if to steady them both. The female was familiar, but a name didn’t pop in her mind right away. She shook her head, tucking a strand of brunette hair behind her ear, “It’s okay—I should be apologizing as well. I was distracted by whatever that delicious smell is and wasn’t paying attention.”
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Apr 5, 2019 17:56:33 GMT -7
Post by bryelle rose goyle on Apr 5, 2019 17:56:33 GMT -7
BEFORE THE BUMP even occurred, Bryelle’s mind wondered off, considering her options for Renard’s gift. She wanted it to be memorable, something with meaning unlike the random items she was considering buying for her dumb-wit parents. Perhaps a whittled wood-lighter. If that was even possible. Or an engraved lighter! Anything would do, as long as Renard had some purpose to use it. A lighter seemed to be fitting in that regard, considering the amount of nicotine he ingested on a daily basis. Bryelle was glad she hadn’t picked up that dirty trait…Yet. But with her attention now pulled onto the girl she bumped into, Bryelle felt her brows furrow in frustration as she tried to pull her face to a name, but failed doing so.
She forced a smile at the girl, watching as her fingers reached to tuck a strand of her hair back. Bryelle had the itching need to do the same, but with the beanie upon her head, she knew she didn’t need to do so. ”Don’t be daft.” She said, breathing out a shaky laugh. ”It was my fault.” In regards to the…delicious smell, Bryelle’s eyes peered around, settling on the snacks in the nearby food stalls. ”The smell that always gets me here…Are the fresh cinnamon buns.” And weren’t they a delight. The soft crunch they gave once you bit into them before you were met with the soft chewiness of the pastry…And that sweet flavour of the cinnamon…The Goyle’s lips were already watering.
”The butter beers and the other things are pretty good here too…” Now she had thought about it, Bryelle was just a tad hungry. ”Do ya want anything? My treat for bumping into you.” She offered with a smile.
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Jun 4, 2019 17:09:24 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jun 4, 2019 17:09:24 GMT -7
YOU LOOK GREATEST WHEN YOU FEEL LIKE A DAMN QUEEN
ALL JUST PLAYING A GAME IN A WAY, TRYING TO WIN AT LIFE
Helena had seen the girl that she had run into around Hogwarts. The other girl was probably in a class or two of hers this year or even before if she remembered, they had been sorted during the same year, just different houses. They probably ran around different circles because the name slipped her mind. Was it something with a B? Ugh, she felt so bad - then again, she was sure the other girl didn't know her name either.
'Don't be daft. It was my fault. The smell that always gets me here...Are the fresh cinnamon buns.' Helena smiled brightly at the woman's word and nodded her head, "Oh yes, they are delicious. I'd eat my fill and more until I got a stomachache, if I'm honest," she concluded, a little embarrassed by the confession. Other foods that were sold inside that she would surely eat her fill of and never grow tired of eating and the buns are one of them.
Her eyes widened at the girl's next words, and she shook her head, "Oh no...I couldn't―I shouldn't...really you don't have to," she stuttered, biting her bottom lip. |
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