Post by angelique noel badeaux on Sept 14, 2012 13:36:39 GMT -5
Angelique Noël Badeaux
Angelique Noël Badeaux was born to a very level headed family. Her mother, Aurore Badeaux, was a stay at home mother with a very lively and bubbly personality. In her younger years, Aurore was a lovely young woman born to a family of wealth and power. However; when she chose to marry someone of a lower social standing in there eyes.. They cut her off. Her father, Dominique Badeaux, was born to a middle class pure blood family. He tried his hardest to work for his family everyday, but it never seemed to impress Aurore's family. This bothered Dominique, but Aurore couldn't have cared any less about there opinions. She was happy with her life, and the two had two beautiful children together. There oldest, (male name) Badeaux and Angelique Badeaux.
They were not what you would call rich, but well off enough to be able to cater to the family's needs through much of her young life. They were very tight knit, and though they weren't much for affiliation, they made it a point to accept others for whomever they were despite beliefs or heritage. In such a day and age, finding people who weren't elitists was fairly rare. Angelique was taught to follow her own heart no matter what, and was molded into a beautiful, and kind young woman with an independent and strong personality. At age eleven, she was sent her letter from Hogwarts informing her of her acceptance. She was more excited than ever; However, her brother was less than excited that his little sister would be around. Many times, he even tried to convince her to just go the Beauxbatons, explaining that it was a favor of all witches schools, but his attempts were in vein.
What many had picked up about her brother was that he was a very strong personality, but unlike Angelique, he had pureblood ideals. there grandparents often pitied the two giving them many gifts and trying to buy there affections and to imprint there ideals on Angelique and her brother. It worked fairly well with her brother, but Angelique was harder to break. She refused to believe that she was better than others for her blood and her grandparents social ranks. She wanted to be accepted for her personality and her ability, not the money and perks.
Angelique is a tough, loyal young woman with a very unbreakable personality. She's always been the kind of girl to accept those around her for what they are, despite what her grandparents or her peers may think of it. She doesn't believe in judging others around her simply for there blood or how much money there family has. She judges other on there personality. Her brother and grandparents have tried to turn her into more of an elitist for the death eaters, but like her mother, she is a polar opposite to them. She's far more approachable, and kind. The only thing they truly have in common is there stubbornness and bravery.
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Viktoriya awoke abruptly as a loud thud rattled through out the room. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes trying to focus in the dark room, only to find one of her room mates sneaking in, softly giggling as she waved goodbye to a few girl's she only recognized in passing. She let out a low grumbled as she sat up glaring at the girl. The girl stopped as a creak let out from the old floorboards, and noticed as she looked around that she indeed had woke someone. She bit her lip as she looked at Viktoriya, and began to babble out whatever excuse that came to mind first about why she was sneaking about. Viktoriya quickly put her hand up to stop the girl before she even started," Don't care." She said rather bluntly as she stood up from her bed stretching out. "Next time, it's best that you don't wake me," She said, eying her wand as the itch to teach the girl a memorable lesson clearly was settling in her mind. The girl mumbled a few words as she slipped into her own bed, being careful to walk on eggshells given she wasn't getting reported for sneaking about. Viktoriya didn't care to be honest, but she wasn't about to tell her that. She wasn't the type to go narking people out unless it was really worth the trouble. Why go out of way if it didn't help her?
She walked out of the room into the dark common room. It was fairly empty given the time of night. Only one or two first years were awake frantically doing homework they had put off until the last minute. She walked past them, and settled herself comfortably on a comfy sofa as the warm fire flickered in the fireplace. She sat in peaceful silence as she stared into the flickering flames, clearly spaced out from the rest of the world.
It wasn't hard to separate her mind from everything else even in a crowded room. Her family was used to being in the spotlight, and as great as attention was for her.. the company at times could be very bleak and unsatisfying. She had to admit, even most of the other slytherins had nothing worth while to say. They often just swooned at the fact her father was Viktor Krum, and tried to be sneaky and be bffs with Viki. However; it was the same old song and dance and it was a charade that she had long since seen through. She kept a few of the swooners around simply for her entertainment and at times they could be useful for stirring up trouble, but she never called them her friends. They were far from it.
She sat aimlessly staring, until she noticed a creeping light coming through a barred window. She groaned feeling the annoyance that settled in as she yawned one last time. She stood up and stretched one last time before going upstairs and changing into her clothes. She had a detention this morning.. as usual. She had switched out a students ingredients for itching powder..l The professor was less than pleased, but as a slytherin was given a light detention cleaning up the class room. She walked out of the commons to the potions classroom ready to get it done and over with . She walked into the dark room, looking on the board. A piece of chalk crossed off her name as she looked to see who else would be accompanying her. She groaned at the sight of the name. She didn't personally know Asher, but of course being the ages it wasn't hard to recall who her was. Damn Hufflepuff. 'On the bright side, I could probably mess with him.' She thought with a small smirk.
i believe i told some lies /open. im holding onto all i had /632.
i believe in butterflies /done. go to hell some other day /outfit.
saying sorry for when i was bad /sorry for the shortness /:. trust me itll be ok REAL SLIM SHADY !?
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