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nerissa evelyn chase
CANON OR ORIGINAL: original
AGE: fifteen
FACE CLAIM: ashley rickards
YEAR: fifth year
HOUSE: ravenclaw
OCCUPATION: N/A for Hogwarts students
BLOOD TYPE: pureblood
WAND TYPE: nine inches, unicorn hair, walnut
PETS: calico cat named roscoe
ABILITIES: she would love to be able to learn wandless magic but hasn't the smarts to do so just yet, however is deep in research of the topic.
freestyle
A lull of conversation and out bursts of light laughter was an ongoing soundtrack to the nights event, while low key lighting and soft string instrumental set the tone of the party. Classic, elegant and sophisticated. The pureblood lifestyle was a beauty to be a part of... in the eyes of an outsider. Nerissa Chase sat alone on the plush satin armchair that could easily seat two, a half empty goblet of pumpkin juice hanging loosely from her slim fingers. The night was unfortunately still young and her uncles birthday party was far from over. Her brown eyes watched the dancing figures of her parents, the material of her mothers skirt catching her fathers feet awkwardly every so often which caused drunken snorts of laughter from the duo. Nerissa allowed her thumbnail to catch the front of her teeth, gnawing on it uncomfortably in habit as she wished the hours would go by.
Don't judge the girl just yet, for the embarrassment of her youthful parents were simply the beginning of her woes that evening. Usually she was an upbeat girl, a bright spark in her own way among friends but stubborn and sour in a situation she wasn't enjoying. All the brunette wanted to do was return home and absorb herself into her current favourite novel. It's not that she didn't like parties, but when they were family based and without a friend in site, she wasn't interested. A good book, long walks, astronomy, good conversation and viewing people from afar (in a completely observant perspective) were usually her calling. But alas, escape was impossible. And inevitably so was solitude,
"I swear to Merlin, Miles, if you even attempt to put your arm around me again I will tear it off." Her words were bored rather than sharp, revealing exhaustion in the boys attempts rather than anger. Nerissa allowed her eyes to meet the amused and adolescent stare of the male that stood before her.
"Your resistance is futile you know."
"And your persistence is creepy." The Ravenclaw was quick to retort, finally standing up, her height barely at the shoulders of the 5"8 boy. Of all the attention she could have received, the only one she was getting was that of her uncles adopted son. In effect, her cousin. Her fourteen year old cousin. Gross.
There wasn't much that got on Nerissa's nerves. She was usually a very reasonable girl with a good heart and strong mind - the exact reason for her Hogwarts house placement in fact. Admittedly she is brutally honest with her words and may seem rather sharp at times (perhaps that trait coming from her once-slythern father) but generally calm in most situations. Wit and humour were her usual winning traits that could charm anyone in a second, but in this case they weren't about to make an appearance.
Pointedly walking past Miles with the obvious intention of not wanting to be followed, Nerissa paced her way toward her mother who was throwing her head back in raucous laughter at whatever her dad had said to her. Scrunching her nose in the way she always did whenever she was slightly disturbed, Nerissa cleared her throat,
"Sorry to interrupt this... interaction but I would be quite happy to leave any time, you know, now."
It was as if there were a five second delay before her mum finally reacted and shook her head,
"Darling, the night is young" -oh Nerissa knew that already-, "dance, have a drink" -evidentially, she had too much- "go talk to your auntie."
Nerissa's arms were already folded across her chest in a way that always made her feel like she had more maturity than her own mother, eyebrow raised in a fashion that revealed her lack of interest in the suggestion;
"Which one," the teenager drawled, "Aunt Chase that thinks I'm still in my third year and condones her sons weird infatuation with me or your sister who for some reason always asks how my quidditch team are doing despite the fact I have no interest for the sport or the art of riding a broom?" That last statement she lied about, for she loved the idea of riding a broom - it was the ability of doing so which she lacked. Nerissa's mother pursed her lips in the exact same way Rissa would do whenever she got irritated, but the look quickly softened as if alcohol washed over her brain and erased her daughters moment of defiance. Nerissa tried to shrug away as the overly warm hands of her mother encased her cheeks,
"Dear, your so much like your father." She laughed, pulling Nerissa in for a brief embrace (which she rapidly attempted to break free of) before tipsily pushing her away. Nerissa composed herself quickly, un-offended by her mothers erratic behaviour. Shaking her head, Nerissa rolled her eyes and spun on her heel as her parents continued to dance. She was so ready to turn seventeen, become of age and move out.
Don't judge the girl just yet, for the embarrassment of her youthful parents were simply the beginning of her woes that evening. Usually she was an upbeat girl, a bright spark in her own way among friends but stubborn and sour in a situation she wasn't enjoying. All the brunette wanted to do was return home and absorb herself into her current favourite novel. It's not that she didn't like parties, but when they were family based and without a friend in site, she wasn't interested. A good book, long walks, astronomy, good conversation and viewing people from afar (in a completely observant perspective) were usually her calling. But alas, escape was impossible. And inevitably so was solitude,
"I swear to Merlin, Miles, if you even attempt to put your arm around me again I will tear it off." Her words were bored rather than sharp, revealing exhaustion in the boys attempts rather than anger. Nerissa allowed her eyes to meet the amused and adolescent stare of the male that stood before her.
"Your resistance is futile you know."
"And your persistence is creepy." The Ravenclaw was quick to retort, finally standing up, her height barely at the shoulders of the 5"8 boy. Of all the attention she could have received, the only one she was getting was that of her uncles adopted son. In effect, her cousin. Her fourteen year old cousin. Gross.
There wasn't much that got on Nerissa's nerves. She was usually a very reasonable girl with a good heart and strong mind - the exact reason for her Hogwarts house placement in fact. Admittedly she is brutally honest with her words and may seem rather sharp at times (perhaps that trait coming from her once-slythern father) but generally calm in most situations. Wit and humour were her usual winning traits that could charm anyone in a second, but in this case they weren't about to make an appearance.
Pointedly walking past Miles with the obvious intention of not wanting to be followed, Nerissa paced her way toward her mother who was throwing her head back in raucous laughter at whatever her dad had said to her. Scrunching her nose in the way she always did whenever she was slightly disturbed, Nerissa cleared her throat,
"Sorry to interrupt this... interaction but I would be quite happy to leave any time, you know, now."
It was as if there were a five second delay before her mum finally reacted and shook her head,
"Darling, the night is young" -oh Nerissa knew that already-, "dance, have a drink" -evidentially, she had too much- "go talk to your auntie."
Nerissa's arms were already folded across her chest in a way that always made her feel like she had more maturity than her own mother, eyebrow raised in a fashion that revealed her lack of interest in the suggestion;
"Which one," the teenager drawled, "Aunt Chase that thinks I'm still in my third year and condones her sons weird infatuation with me or your sister who for some reason always asks how my quidditch team are doing despite the fact I have no interest for the sport or the art of riding a broom?" That last statement she lied about, for she loved the idea of riding a broom - it was the ability of doing so which she lacked. Nerissa's mother pursed her lips in the exact same way Rissa would do whenever she got irritated, but the look quickly softened as if alcohol washed over her brain and erased her daughters moment of defiance. Nerissa tried to shrug away as the overly warm hands of her mother encased her cheeks,
"Dear, your so much like your father." She laughed, pulling Nerissa in for a brief embrace (which she rapidly attempted to break free of) before tipsily pushing her away. Nerissa composed herself quickly, un-offended by her mothers erratic behaviour. Shaking her head, Nerissa rolled her eyes and spun on her heel as her parents continued to dance. She was so ready to turn seventeen, become of age and move out.
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HEY MY NAME IS jane, AND I ALSO PLAY no one else yet. I FOUND THE SITE THROUGH an advertisement on another site...i'd also like to add that this site looks great and i hope i've done the app correctly. freestyle isn't my usual choice but i felt adventurous!
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