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[>>BLACKiE! ]}]

{ OoC--
This is a Marauders Era role play. ^^
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I will be playing Made-up 2. }

The golden rays of sunshine attempted to work their way through the burgundy colored curtains that framed and covered the expanse of the glass windows in one of the Gryffindor girl's dormitories. The cloth was thick, allowing the light only to filter through in small bits, refracted the light, causing it to scatter everywhere. The sunshine was broken in to pieces, as if it were glass that had shattered upon impact with the ground and the rest of the dormitory.

Sleeping figures lay in beds, the perfect image of serenity and peace. One of these figures, however, stirred slightly. A certain female lay there, caught in between the mental stages of unconsciousness while sleeping and those few, blissful moments when you wake up and you don't remember anything. Suddenly, however, the thoughts rushed up in to her mind, jolting her awake. Immediately, the girl sat up in her bed, narrowly missing hitting her head against the bed pole near her head. Shifting her position so that her legs were hanging over the edge of the bed, she stood up on the floor, wincing slightly as the cold wooden floor came in contact with her bare feet.

Today was rose day, as Dumbledore had proclaimed a few days ago. Although there was a slight bit of excitement bubbling inside of her, it was overshadowed by the ever-glooming emotion of doubt. Remus Lupin; he was the source of her doubt. He probably didn't even know that she existed, the obvious reason why he wouldn't be sending her a rose today. Still, she could hope, couldn't she?

Raising her hands, she attempted to rub the sleep out of her eyes before covering her mouth to hide a smile yawn that was emitted from her mouth.

Entering the bathroom, the female gazed in the mirror. Her face stared back at her; the relatively tan skin complexion, the nose she thought was a little too big (that thought came from being relatively vain), the lips, and the exotically colored pale violet eyes, which were rather large.

Grabbing a brush, the female ran it through her hair a numerous amount of times before she was satisfied. Her hair was long and pure black; it cascaded past her shoulders and down her back in slight, faint ringlets.

Returning back to her dormitory, the female sorted through the choices of clothing she had. She kept on pulling each piece of clothing and mixing and matching them together, studying the articles of clothing with an extremely critical and observant eye.

After a while of pondering what to dress in, the female finally decided on the best possible decision she could. Her outfit consisted of a white camisole with a pale violet colored blouse, which brought out the color of her eyes, over it and letting part of the camisole show through. Added to these pieces of clothing was a jean skirt with a belt threaded through the belt loops. Putting on a pair of golden hoops earrings, the female went back to the bathroom to study herself in the mirror for a few more moments before she finally decided that she was fit to go. Pulling on a pair of socks and then her black sneakers, she headed out of the dormitory, careful to shut the door behind her. Since she was a teenager, she knew how vital sleep was to teenagers her age.

When she arrived at the Great Hall, the female immediately felt rather self-conscious and felt her self-esteem lower itself another notch as she made her way to the Gryffindor table. She tried to act perfectly nonchalant and carefree, but her eyes kept on darting around nervously. She couldn't help but feel a slight twinge of envy for those who had already received a rose and were exceedingly thrilled. She herself wanted to feel the exhilaration of receiving a rose.

She currently had a couple of blue roses and a few white roses with her; they were to give to her friends. The white ones were for the Marauders. Even though she couldn't really stand one or two of them, she knew that it would be extremely obvious if she simply sent a white rose to Remus and none of the others. Besides, if they were friends of Remus, they had to somehow be decent deep down inside, right? Even though she couldn't really quite imagine how.

Sliding in to a seat at the Gryffindor table, the female looked at the different assortment of foods that were laid out. Feeling that she was more nervous than hungry, but knowing that it was an absolute tragedy to go hungry before lunch; she filled a goblet with pumpkin juice and grabbed a piece of toast. She would eat before she sent any roses.

This was Miss Rory Jane Leigh. She had many nicknames, mostly given to her by her best friends, but calling her Rory was plain and simple and just good enough for her.

[frosty ♥]

ooc;//

Siri-kins is mine. <3

It may take a bit for his introduction to be created. ;3

[>>BLACKiE! ]}]

ooc; 'Kaykay. :]

[frosty ♥]

The rustle of blankets was heard from the Gryffindor boys’ dorm, fallowed by the sound of a tired grunt and footsteps. “Weekends end too fast” a very handsome young man muttered to no one in particular as he changed into his scarlet robes, if one looked closely you could see in the corner of his clothes sat the Gryffindor symbol. His hair was rather messy at the moment but his blue eyes glimmered from the sunlight that crept into the room from the window, he grabbed his comb and some jell products and brushed the semi-long pitch-black hair he had so that it was smooth and shiny. After several minutes he grinned into his mirror, his pearly ivory teeth showed back along with his figure.

What name was placed upon this handsome Gryffindor? Sirius Black and he thought it was a pretty good name too, he had never heard something similar before. There was another name that usually found its way next to his in the troublesome papers they usually have to sign to show the wrong doings they did, James Potter. His best mate though he had other friends too, Remus and Peter. The boy with messy black hair, hazel eyes, and glasses, yes James, all the good times they had together. All the detentions they shared. Sirius smiled slightly as he turned away, thinking about what the two were going to do today. The four friends all had names they usually called each other by, Sirius was Padfoot, James was Prongs, Remus was Moony, and Peter was Wormtail. Remus was always the one that, at first, disapproved what they do until he realized it could be rather amusing. James was always right at Siruis’s side with wand raised and grin on his face. Peter? Well, he was just a follower and adored James and himself.

Sirius’s black hair obscured his vision as it always did as he left the room and came into the common room where a few third year girls stared at him and began to whisper and giggle, their eyes bright with their passion for the young man. He winked at them and they let out a single sigh of admiration. Sirius put his hands into his robe pockets as he strode out of the common room, wondering where James, Remus, and Peter were. They usually didn’t leave him to go the breakfast, ah well, he’d catch up to them soon enough. Perhaps they could even pull something on Severus Snape, the stupid git.

He was unwritten; you could almost never predict what he was going to do next but there was one thing that was easy to know. He found it amusing to prank Severus or throw a random spell at him just for the heck of it. He stopped in the corridor to glance back at the group of third years that was cautiously following him, when they saw that he noticed them they erupted in a fit of giggles and scurried away all at once. Siruis then returned to getting his breakfast, both of hands still in his pockets but one of them clutched his wand, in case one of those slimy Slytherins came around. Once he entered the Great Hall he gazed around, more of the girls sighing at his presence or pushing their friends rapidly to have room for another person and they look hopefully up at him. The usual happening in his opinion, he grinned at them before striding across the hall toward the Gryffindor table, making a big show of his arrival.