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nicole black · 01-07-2018, 08:01 PM

the fifth year girl's dorm was one of the last places you'd expect to find a mess of clothes or a frustrated Julie Bellaire- it was home, after all to Mairwen Baines, Xavvie Bole and the aforementioned Julie all of whom were known for being put together and prim- but today that was the exact state you'd have found it in.

The frustration and sprawled out skirts, pants, tops and socks were all a symptom of Julie's current major~~minor~~ problem: her clothes- her beautiful casual fare, her just in case fancier attire, and even her day-to-day workout gear was totally and completely missing from her trunk and left behind were only her school things (which were great and all, but she wouldn't be caught dead going to Hogsmead with Flynn in her robes). The brown girl was just about at her wits end, she knew very well that she'd packed it all up- Julie'd checked her trunk three times before leaving for the train and not during any one of those check ins had a single nylon or sweat sweater been out of place-

until now, that is.

Huffing and puffing, Julie pulled out her wand and gave it a harsh flick sending her now wrinkled uniform things hastily and messily back into her mahogany trunk. It was a very poorly done spell and later she'd be berating herself for the sloppy work, for now though, there was the more pressing matter of her missing things. It wasn't the doing of the girls, Julie knew that much- Mairwen and Xavs weren't the pranking kind and neither would be cruel enough to mess with something as beloved as julie's wardrobe.

Julie was about ready to pull out her hair, and indeed, her curls were mussed and fussed and frizzier than ever as if the fifth year had run her fingers through it a million and a half times, which, she most certainly had in her agitation. just where had it all gone??? was it one of the boys? No, wait, they couldn't even get up here. hello, bellaire. She got to her knees and checked once more beneath her four poster but unsurprisingly there was nothing beneath the bed save for a dozing Ryker and a few fuzzballs. Julie growled, her shoulders squared and mouth set in a straight line of displeasure.

She's lost socks over the years -who hadn't - but a whole wardrobe? this made little to no sense at all. She rubbed her face, she recounted her steps, she tried very hard to remember if she'd put her clothes out for the Elves to wash but with each direction Julie Bellaire came back to the same conclusion that someone was tampering with her-

wait a minute-

Julie practically leapt over her bed, across the threshold of the dorm and into the hallway which connected each year's dorm- there, on the floor was a crumpled piece of fabric which looked unbearably familiar, in fact, the closer she got the more certain Julie was that the garment was her

oxblood ribbed Donna Karen turtleneck.

Julie pulled the sweater to her chest, hugging it like a treasured friend. For a wild second Julie wanted to berate the garment from wandering off and scaring her like that, or asking it where it's brothers and sisters were, but you know, it was a non-sentient shirt. "Okay, now where's the rest of it... " Julie muttered, folding the beloved piece over her arm and peeking about the deserted hallway for, well, hopefully a sign of the rest of her stuff. Deserted, quiet, her blue green eyes didn't take long to spot yet another familiar piece on the floor - Givenchy, faux leather skirt - and then another - Adidas, Puffer Jacket in black - and another and another until she was carrying along half her wardrobe. Julie in her excitement hardly noticed she was following a trail straight into the Seventh Year Dorm and she barely noticed even as the trail led her to a large trunk with the initials V. F. which she unabashedly opened- Now this wasn't ordinary behavior for Julie Bellaire, but see, well, when it came to her things- to material possessions and especially to her clothes Julie could get a bit, well, possessive.

She'd never had to share, or been given hand-me-downs. whatever the young woman had wanted growing up it was freely given to her if not by her parents then by Blaise or Bentley. All of this might very well have explained why the black girl was currently, unabashedly looking through Prefect Vivian Fairfield's things without so much of a thought to how the older woman might feel. Hither and Thither went Vivian's clothes over Julie's sagging shoulders- not a single bit of it looked like it had come from her own trunk but that didn't deter her. the Fifth year Slytherin dug deeper,
and deeper and the pile behind her grew larger and larger...

01-07-2018, 08:01 PM	#4 (permalink)
nicole black DoM & DERP Mooncalf Join Date: Mar 2004 Location: 'clever joke here' Posts: 7,174 Hogwarts RPG Name: ruari fuller-thompson #FFA3D2 Ravenclaw Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Desdemona M. Evans #6082B6 Ravenclaw First Year Ministry RPG Name: Q. Alvey Ministry RPG Name: Aslan Rose Evans Mysteries x8	Vivian Fairfield, fifth dorm to seventh dorm- don't mind meeeeee you wanna fite? \| 💚 nickleback 💚 \| Uh, anyway. the fifth year girl's dorm was one of the last places you'd expect to find a mess of clothes or a frustrated Julie Bellaire- it was home, after all to Mairwen Baines, Xavvie Bole and the aforementioned Julie all of whom were known for being put together and prim- but today that was the exact state you'd have found it in. The frustration and sprawled out skirts, pants, tops and socks were all a symptom of Julie's current major~~minor~~ problem: her clothes- her beautiful casual fare, her just in case fancier attire, and even her day-to-day workout gear was totally and completely missing from her trunk and left behind were only her school things (which were great and all, but she wouldn't be caught dead going to Hogsmead with Flynn in her robes). The brown girl was just about at her wits end, she knew very well that she'd packed it all up- Julie'd checked her trunk three times before leaving for the train and not during any one of those check ins had a single nylon or sweat sweater been out of place- until now, that is. Huffing and puffing, Julie pulled out her wand and gave it a harsh flick sending her now wrinkled uniform things hastily and messily back into her mahogany trunk. It was a very poorly done spell and later she'd be berating herself for the sloppy work, for now though, there was the more pressing matter of her missing things. It wasn't the doing of the girls, Julie knew that much- Mairwen and Xavs weren't the pranking kind and neither would be cruel enough to mess with something as beloved as julie's wardrobe. Julie was about ready to pull out her hair, and indeed, her curls were mussed and fussed and frizzier than ever as if the fifth year had run her fingers through it a million and a half times, which, she most certainly had in her agitation. just where had it all gone??? was it one of the boys? No, wait, they couldn't even get up here. hello, bellaire. She got to her knees and checked once more beneath her four poster but unsurprisingly there was nothing beneath the bed save for a dozing Ryker and a few fuzzballs. Julie growled, her shoulders squared and mouth set in a straight line of displeasure. She's lost socks over the years -who hadn't - but a whole wardrobe? this made little to no sense at all. She rubbed her face, she recounted her steps, she tried very hard to remember if she'd put her clothes out for the Elves to wash but with each direction Julie Bellaire came back to the same conclusion that someone was tampering with her- wait a minute- Julie practically leapt over her bed, across the threshold of the dorm and into the hallway which connected each year's dorm- there, on the floor was a crumpled piece of fabric which looked unbearably familiar, in fact, the closer she got the more certain Julie was that the garment was her oxblood ribbed Donna Karen turtleneck. Julie pulled the sweater to her chest, hugging it like a treasured friend. For a wild second Julie wanted to berate the garment from wandering off and scaring her like that, or asking it where it's brothers and sisters were, but you know, it was a non-sentient shirt. "Okay, now where's the rest of it... " Julie muttered, folding the beloved piece over her arm and peeking about the deserted hallway for, well, hopefully a sign of the rest of her stuff. Deserted, quiet, her blue green eyes didn't take long to spot yet another familiar piece on the floor - Givenchy, faux leather skirt - and then another - Adidas, Puffer Jacket in black - and another and another until she was carrying along half her wardrobe. Julie in her excitement hardly noticed she was following a trail straight into the Seventh Year Dorm and she barely noticed even as the trail led her to a large trunk with the initials V. F. which she unabashedly opened- Now this wasn't ordinary behavior for Julie Bellaire, but see, well, when it came to her things- to material possessions and especially to her clothes Julie could get a bit, well, possessive. She'd never had to share, or been given hand-me-downs. whatever the young woman had wanted growing up it was freely given to her if not by her parents then by Blaise or Bentley. All of this might very well have explained why the black girl was currently, unabashedly looking through Prefect Vivian Fairfield's things without so much of a thought to how the older woman might feel. Hither and Thither went Vivian's clothes over Julie's sagging shoulders- not a single bit of it looked like it had come from her own trunk but that didn't deter her. the Fifth year Slytherin dug deeper, and deeper and the pile behind her grew larger and larger... __________________ the moon: feminine, intuitive, inner strength, innocence