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BanaBatGirl · 01-23-2016, 04:29 PM

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Originally Posted by The Portraits

Violetta was still in a bit of a huff even after that dreadful boy left her sight. Perhaps she should just leave her frame and let these children fend for themselves. But there were true fans here and she didn’t want to just leave them hanging. Could they see how terribly gracious she was being in the face of such insult? It took a moment for her to calm down, but she soon acknowledged the imminent questions, especially since she could sense the talent of a select few of them.

“Why yes, I am a pureblood,” she told the boy whose father was much too young to have attended school alongside her. “I was the only one in my family with such true and pure talent so of course I was allotted the best of educations.” It was fortunate for her though. She looked to the mannerly Charlotte next. “The one that I mentioned, Who Cast the Spell on Music? is of course my favorite. It was quite the accomplishment. I wrote the piece for all the instruments and charmed them all to play myself while I sang. As for other pieces I like to play.. “ Or at least what her human counterpart liked to play. She looked to one of the girls who asked that question. “I prefer the musical arrangements of the wizarding composer, Aldred Cantus.”

The questions were starting to become tedious. When was this class over because she was tired of this and would rather do something else now. “Yes, the harp, not the harpsichord.” Of course she knew what it looked like, for Merlin’s sake! “Very good. And they are both unbowed stringed instruments.” Apparently the other young man came in to the group late as she had already answered this question much, much earlier. “I did not attend Hogwarts. As a matter of fact, I attended the Wizarding Academy of Dramatic Arts.” A much better school in her opinion. “My artist’s name is Benjamin Coombs and I’ve hung in his studio several decades.” Time meant very little to portraits, or at least this one, and she couldn’t be bothered with the exact number of years. “I suppose the hardest thing is having a private life..” And answering incessant questions about her life.

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Originally Posted by The Portraits

Honestly, Violetta felt like she had answered this question so many times. Good thing she was always so patient for her fans. “My greatest accomplishment, as well as what I consider to be my magnum opus, is the composition and performance of Who Cast the Spell on Music? Not everyone can play 15 instruments and sing all at once.” Sure, it was through magic, but that took great talent! How did she die?? Violetta looked squarely at the boy who asked such a question. Good thing he was rather charming so she could forgive such effrontery. “One should not assume such things. No one said I was deceased.”

She graced the very polite Charlotte with a faint smile. “I don’t know, but I’m sure there must be. Are you a very good writer?” Perhaps this devoted fan would want to if there was no such book, but she couldn’t imagine that someone would have written a biography about the woman after whom she was painted. “I retired shortly before this portrait was painted.” She would not tell the children that she had little success after her big show because that was not her fault that not everyone could appreciate the talent she possessed! “My favorite person to perform for other than my devoted father was a French dignitary named Marquis Bonnard.” But she would not delve into her personal life more than that. Wisdom… hmm. Of course this would be the kind of question asked to a celebrity. “I suppose I can impart this – great success not only takes talent, but hard work as well. And if you believe in yourself, that is what is important, not what anyone else says.” Was that all the questions now?

So many notes... so many notes on the talented, pureblooded Ms. Bulstrode... Davie glanced down at his hand/arm now, where his quick-quotes-quill had been taking notes... and now he realized that most of these notes had smudged all over his skin. SMUDGED! SMUDGED HOW?!!

Davie was distraught. How was he to complete the essay and and and and the presentation without proper notes?! The second-year edged in closer to Ms. Bulstrode's portrait so that he could ask her a few last-minute questions, his mind RACING with how to salvage his score in this class period. He would probably be able to remember MOST of what she had said without notes, but-- but now his presentation wouldn't be as amaaaaaaazing as it could have been WITH the notes. He wouldn't show up Haddie as well now. Fizzing whizbee!!

"Ms. Bulstrode?" he piped up with two final questions for her. "What advice would you give someone who--- who might have stage fright?" He was starting to get intimidated by the prospect of presenting in front of the class without proper notes. Uggggggggggh. Oh and one final question--- "Did you have any children to whom you passed your musical talent?" Just curious. He'd hoped no one had asked that already; it was good question to put into a bit of a biography about the woman.

01-23-2016, 04:29 PM	#239 (permalink)
BanaBatGirl Banshee Join Date: May 2007 Location: Gotham Posts: 51,216 Hogwarts RPG Name: TBD Gryffindor Hogwarts RPG Name: Zara H. Bunbury-Foster Slytherin Fifth Year	last q's for Violetta... Professor Pink \| Mrs. Bruce Wayne \| I'm on a Goat \| Glitterpuff \| Dumbledore's Defense Squad \| BHB Quote: Originally Posted by The Portraits Violetta was still in a bit of a huff even after that dreadful boy left her sight. Perhaps she should just leave her frame and let these children fend for themselves. But there were true fans here and she didn’t want to just leave them hanging. Could they see how terribly gracious she was being in the face of such insult? It took a moment for her to calm down, but she soon acknowledged the imminent questions, especially since she could sense the talent of a select few of them. “Why yes, I am a pureblood,” she told the boy whose father was much too young to have attended school alongside her. “I was the only one in my family with such true and pure talent so of course I was allotted the best of educations.” It was fortunate for her though. She looked to the mannerly Charlotte next. “The one that I mentioned, Who Cast the Spell on Music? is of course my favorite. It was quite the accomplishment. I wrote the piece for all the instruments and charmed them all to play myself while I sang. As for other pieces I like to play.. “ Or at least what her human counterpart liked to play. She looked to one of the girls who asked that question. “I prefer the musical arrangements of the wizarding composer, Aldred Cantus.” The questions were starting to become tedious. When was this class over because she was tired of this and would rather do something else now. “Yes, the harp, not the harpsichord.” Of course she knew what it looked like, for Merlin’s sake! “Very good. And they are both unbowed stringed instruments.” Apparently the other young man came in to the group late as she had already answered this question much, much earlier. “I did not attend Hogwarts. As a matter of fact, I attended the Wizarding Academy of Dramatic Arts.” A much better school in her opinion. “My artist’s name is Benjamin Coombs and I’ve hung in his studio several decades.” Time meant very little to portraits, or at least this one, and she couldn’t be bothered with the exact number of years. “I suppose the hardest thing is having a private life..” And answering incessant questions about her life. Quote: Originally Posted by The Portraits Honestly, Violetta felt like she had answered this question so many times. Good thing she was always so patient for her fans. “My greatest accomplishment, as well as what I consider to be my magnum opus, is the composition and performance of Who Cast the Spell on Music? Not everyone can play 15 instruments and sing all at once.” Sure, it was through magic, but that took great talent! How did she die?? Violetta looked squarely at the boy who asked such a question. Good thing he was rather charming so she could forgive such effrontery. “One should not assume such things. No one said I was deceased.” She graced the very polite Charlotte with a faint smile. “I don’t know, but I’m sure there must be. Are you a very good writer?” Perhaps this devoted fan would want to if there was no such book, but she couldn’t imagine that someone would have written a biography about the woman after whom she was painted. “I retired shortly before this portrait was painted.” She would not tell the children that she had little success after her big show because that was not her fault that not everyone could appreciate the talent she possessed! “My favorite person to perform for other than my devoted father was a French dignitary named Marquis Bonnard.” But she would not delve into her personal life more than that. Wisdom… hmm. Of course this would be the kind of question asked to a celebrity. “I suppose I can impart this – great success not only takes talent, but hard work as well. And if you believe in yourself, that is what is important, not what anyone else says.” Was that all the questions now? So many notes... so many notes on the talented, pureblooded Ms. Bulstrode... Davie glanced down at his hand/arm now, where his quick-quotes-quill had been taking notes... and now he realized that most of these notes had smudged all over his skin. SMUDGED! SMUDGED HOW?!! Davie was distraught. How was he to complete the essay and and and and the presentation without proper notes?! The second-year edged in closer to Ms. Bulstrode's portrait so that he could ask her a few last-minute questions, his mind RACING with how to salvage his score in this class period. He would probably be able to remember MOST of what she had said without notes, but-- but now his presentation wouldn't be as amaaaaaaazing as it could have been WITH the notes. He wouldn't show up Haddie as well now. Fizzing whizbee!! "Ms. Bulstrode?" he piped up with two final questions for her. "What advice would you give someone who--- who might have stage fright?" He was starting to get intimidated by the prospect of presenting in front of the class without proper notes. Uggggggggggh. Oh and one final question--- "Did you have any children to whom you passed your musical talent?" Just curious. He'd hoped no one had asked that already; it was good question to put into a bit of a biography about the woman. __________________ yeah, there's one thing about me that you should know________________________________ __________________________________________that I can't help from speaking my mind