Post by Ashton Larks on Jan 26, 2006 19:57:16 GMT -5
A beautiful blonde girl walked into the dimly lit detention room, rolling her pretty, large, warm brown eyes. Ashton Ember Marie Larks looked exactly the part of the snobby, beautiful, blonde girl – and she should; considering she was. Her pretty face held a bit of a snobby expression on it as she walked prissily over to the teacher on detention duty. “Ashton Larks,” she said, a bored tone taking over her pretty, lilting Irish accent.
Sighing and rolling her eyes again, Ash, as she was more commonly known as, flipped her long, layered dirty blonde hair over her shoulder as she turned around to sit down at one of the desks. She set down her black purse, smoothing the wrinkles of her pleated plaid skirt. Stupid Hogwarts uniform – even if Ash looked great no matter what she wore, she preferred her own clothes, thank you.
Ash was the type of girl who, if she was at a muggle school, would take out her nail polish during a detention and sit there, giving herself a manicure. She simply didn’t care what the teachers thought about her; she was rich, so it wasn’t like they could expel her or anything.
She got in trouble all the time. The causes varied – for being rude, or disrespectful, crap like that. This time, it was ‘forgetting’ about her Herbology essay. Stupid Herbology. She hadn’t forgotten; merely not wanted to do it. That was so Ash – she didn’t care; she’d get a good job anyway. The only reason she even took Herbology was because father made her. Stupid parents and their little pride issues. Oh well, maybe she could make use of this time yet...
Sighing and rolling her eyes again, Ash, as she was more commonly known as, flipped her long, layered dirty blonde hair over her shoulder as she turned around to sit down at one of the desks. She set down her black purse, smoothing the wrinkles of her pleated plaid skirt. Stupid Hogwarts uniform – even if Ash looked great no matter what she wore, she preferred her own clothes, thank you.
Ash was the type of girl who, if she was at a muggle school, would take out her nail polish during a detention and sit there, giving herself a manicure. She simply didn’t care what the teachers thought about her; she was rich, so it wasn’t like they could expel her or anything.
She got in trouble all the time. The causes varied – for being rude, or disrespectful, crap like that. This time, it was ‘forgetting’ about her Herbology essay. Stupid Herbology. She hadn’t forgotten; merely not wanted to do it. That was so Ash – she didn’t care; she’d get a good job anyway. The only reason she even took Herbology was because father made her. Stupid parents and their little pride issues. Oh well, maybe she could make use of this time yet...