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Tabitha Fox

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  1. Les zesde- en zevendejaars: Firestarter

    Oh ja, nu wist Tabitha weer waarom ze het vorig jaar zo fijn had gevonden toen ze eindelijk geen lessen meer met Wren had, want haar zusje was zo... braaf. Nu was Wren wel haar favoriete zusje (maar ook alleen omdat het in vergelijking ging met Aviana en kom op, Aviana), maar dat betekende niet dat Tabitha het leuk vond om zo'n preek te krijgen? Hallo, Wren, waarom kom je niet op voor degenen die er daadwerkelijk toe doen: je familie? "Druilneus?" herhaalde ze toen de leraar zomaar besloot één van haar klasgenoten uit te schelden, maar het ging niet om hem, maar om Wren, dus draaide ze zich naar haar zus toe. "En dat vind je een leraar die je moet verdedigen? Het soort dat zijn leerlingen begint uit te schelden terwijl ze één enkele vraag stellen?" Zeg nou zelf, Wren, dat kon toch beter? "En ik dacht wel dat je klassenoudste was."
  2. Les zesde- en zevendejaars: Firestarter

    Tabitha had persoonlijk helemaal geen plannen om de leraar overspannen te maken, daarvoor was ze niet naar de les gekomen. Niet dat ze wel een goede andere reden had om naar de les te komen, ze was er omdat het moest en omdat ze nog geen zin had om te werken, dus dan kon ze net zo goed het minimale op Zweinstein doen om het op zijn minst nog twee jaar uit te kunnen stellen. En ja, ze had Dreuzelkunde gekozen omdat het op zich een beetje een makkelijk vak was. Maar ja, als ze er eenmaal zat, keurig in een bankje ergens halverwege, en de leraar zag eruit alsof hij elk moment in tranen uit kon barsten, dan wilde Tabitha de les wel wat interessanter maken, hoor. Dus ze wapperde keurig met haar hand even om zijn aandacht te trekken. "Meneer, dit hebben we al jaren geleden gedaan. Heeft u soms het lessenplan voor de derdejaars erbij gepakt?" Ze tsskde even zachtjes. "U moet wel voorbereid naar de lessen komen, hoor." Shout-out naar Margaux!!!!
  3. [1836/1837][EN] How do you want me, how do you want me?

    Thursday the 11th of May 1837 - in the afternoon - Potions Tabitha was not an ambitious student at first. Slytherin was filled with those, who did whatever they could to get a better grade, have a better future, but Tabitha wasn't interested in studying, in books and spells and the battle for the next grade. She wanted something else, she wanted a true romance, a happy life, to be desired by someone. And why would you need to study for that? What was the purpose of wasting your time on books? And so she didn't. She got by on A's and sometimes an occasional E. She accepted her P's with grace and even picked the exams that she wanted the least trouble with, to give her an easy next two years. And university? Ah, she would see. Probably not. Grade: Acceptable / Acceptabel Topic finished <3
  4. [1836/1837][EN] How do you want me, how do you want me?

    Thursday the 11th of May 1837 - in the morning - History of Magic Tabitha had a strange relationship with consequences. She liked consequences, in general, she liked the idea that when someone did something, it would catch up with them, that they would pay for the sins they committed and rewarded for the virtues. She liked the world to be in balance. Give good, get good, reap what you sow, the world is your oyster and you'll get your pearl in the end. But sometimes, just sometimes, consequences could take too long to appear. Or even more, she wanted something that consequences wouldn't give her. Something more, something stronger, something she would have to fight hard for, break the rules a little. And then she hated consequences. Grade: Poor / Slecht
  5. [1836/1837][EN] How do you want me, how do you want me?

    Wednesday the 10th of May 1837 - in the morning - Transfiguration Would she have wanted to change something if she had had the option? Yes, but maybe not because she was unhappy with her life, or maybe not even if she wanted something specifically more (though she did. She wanted Richard, in whatever way she could get him, and right now he wasn't hers, he was her sister's. So maybe she wanted to be Aviana, more than anything), but just for the sake of change. She had always considered herself to be more stable than Aviana. Aviana was like an autumn leaf in the wind, always dragged from one idea to the next, never settling, never making a home. Aviana could switch personalities like she switched outfits, but somehow was always the same underneath. Tabitha always considered herself to be less solid than Wren. Wren was like a rock high on a cliff, never changing, always the same, solid and sturdy no matter the weather, no matter how much the sea pounded on the cliffs below, looking to stay there for the ages. Tabitha herself was... what was she? Maybe like the sun, always in the sky, but always changing too, taking the same path, but in a different way, different every single day. Reliable, but not the same day in, day out. Grade: Exceeds Expectations / Boven verwachtingen
  6. [1836/1837][EN] How do you want me, how do you want me?

    Tuesday the 9th of May 1837 - in the afternoon - Herbology Life was easy for Tabitha. Or maybe, she just didn't take life serious at all. She didn't care for the rules or the boundaries or the small time ambitions that other people stuck to. She let most of life pass her by like it was a river and she had swum to the shore, to lay down in the warm rays, while water streamed and tumbled and dragged everything down towards it. Sometimes she would open a lazy eye and find something gone by in a wink. A day, a week, a month, a year... She didn't care. She wasn't meant to be part of life in that way. Other times, she tried to grasp something, throw her arms around a piece of wood, resembling her dreams and ambitions, but the current was always too strong and Tabitha didn't want to get dragged with. So often, she let it go. It didn't matter. Life would give her something else. But Richard was something else. He was an anchor, tied to her waist, determined to continue his own path and he would drag her down with him, no matter how much she wanted to be free. But then again, she had tied herself to him. Grade: Acceptable / Acceptabel
  7. [1836/1837][EN] How do you want me, how do you want me?

    Monday the 8th of May 1837 - in the morning - Muggle studies Tabitha knew that some people divided the world into two categories: those who were better than them and those who were less than them. She didn't really believe in that herself. There were many categories you could divide people into. Money, birth, even magic, the country you were born into, but all of meant comparing yourself to others. It meant... well, it meant caring about others. It meant putting yourself up there, right next to them, and comparing yourself. Tabitha didn't bother. Grade: Acceptable / Acceptabel
  8. [1836/1837][EN] How do you want me, how do you want me?

    Friday the 5th of May 1837 - in the afternoon - Astronomy Tabitha believed in magic. Of course the normal kind of magic, the one she learned at Hogwarts and was everywhere around her, but she also believed in the magic that you couldn't see. That was hidden in plain sight, the magic that made people fall in love together, the magic that created soulmates, the magic that was called faith. Tabitha believed in great things, in dreams coming true, in destiny. And she knew that not everyone felt the same, that they had different expectations or were pessimistic or just disappointed in life. But Tabitha didn't care much for other people. She cared for herself, and she cared for the endless skies and the countless of stars and the magic that bound them all together. Grade: Exceeds Expectations / Boven Verwachting
  9. Aarzelend kwam Tabitha tot stilstand, toen Richard naar haar uitriep. Zou hij... Ja, hij zou. Met een stralende glimlach draaide Tabitha zich naar Richard om en ze drukte een kus op zijn wang. "Ik wist wel dat je het wilde doen," kirde ze tevreden. "Mooi, dan hebben we nu een overeenkomst. Jij gaat met Aviana daten en zorgt ervoor dat haar hele leven verpest wordt en ik vertel niemand van je hmm... hobby." Ah, dit voelde zo goed. "Dan spreek ik je binnenkort weer." En met nog steeds die stralende glimlach op haar gezicht dreef Tabitha uit de slaapkamer. Maar niet uit zijn leven. Uitgeschreven!
  10. [1836/1837][EN] How do you want me, how do you want me?

    Friday the 5th of May 1837 - in the morning - Charms Tabitha hated all seasons equally, she didn't discriminate between them. Spring was awfully rainy, which everyone always seemed to forget. Yes, it had nice days, but they were always shorter and went quicker by than the cold days, the one where it still felt like winter. Some people said that that only made the good days sweeter, but Tabitha disagreed. If she couldn't have warm, sunny days every day, then what was the point of being happy about them? Summer was awfully hot, which everyone always seemed to love. Tabitha hated it, that stiffling heat that wouldn't leave her body alone. On the little attic she shared with her sister, it was awful. Aviana always loved it, refused to use a cooling spell, wanted the windows thrown wide open and the curtains too, so that the sun would wake Tabitha, and only Tabitha, up in the early morning. And those days took forever, days where you didn't want to move, only wanted to wait until this torture was over. Autumn was awfully ugly, which everyone seemed to see differently. The trees were dying, all the plants would wither away, the birds moved south and the days became shorter and shorter. She didn't see the beauty, she didn't see the storms, the beautiful colors, the cosiness of staying inside with hot chocolate and a good book on a rainy day. And the winter was awfully cold, which everyone seemed to enjoy anyway. Everything was covered in white, as far as you could see, and the wind was always biting, endlessly, endlessly. She just wanted perfect beauty, all day, every day. Was that really so hard? Grade: Poor / Slecht
  11. Vrijdag 26 mei 1837 - 's middags Binnenkort zou de zomervakantie beginnen en eerlijk gezegd keek Tabitha er niet echt naar uit. Tijdens de zomervakantie zou ze drie hele maanden opgesloten zitten in een kamer met haar zus, die raar genoeg een beetje boos was de laatste tijd. Kwam dat omdat Tabitha haar aan het chanteren was? Naaah, vast niet. In ieder geval zou het geen leuke vakantie zijn, maar gelukkig had Tabitha daar een oplossing voor: andere mensen lastig vallen, erachter komen wat zij gingen doen en daar dan de hele vakantie over fantaseren. Eerste slachtoffer, Eleanor Gardiner. "Hallo, Ella," begroette Tabby het meisje vrolijk. Ze beschouwde Eleanor als vriendin, wist niet of Eleanor haar ook als vriendin beschouwde, maar dat deed er niet toe, want toch ging ze vrolijk naast haar zitten. "Heb je zin in de zomervakantie?" Privé!
  12. [1836/1837][EN] How do you want me, how do you want me?

    Wednesday the 3rd of May 1837 - in the morning - Divination Tabitha was a dreamer. She didn't have much care for the past, but even less for the present. The present was... well, boring. If this was the best her life would be, Tabitha would gladly trade it for something, anything better. And that was what the future was for. To store all your plans and dreams and hopes and desires. She would marry Richard in the future, become Mrs Ingram. They would have three adorable little children, two boys and one girl, who they would kindly name after Aviana, just a little inside joke about this crush Richard had once had on her sister, because he had realized that Tabitha was his real soulmate. They would die, old and wrinkled, she first and then he immediately after that, because he could not miss her. They belonged together, and Tabitha was certain that the future would bring them on that path. But as much as she stared at the lines on her hands, or the leaves in her teacup, or the crystal ball, or even her dreams, none of them told her it would happen. They told her of other futures, some sad, some happy, none of them good enough. They told her of loss and of winnings and of losing, but it wasn't what she wanted. Why couldn't she get what she wanted? Why hadn't she shaped the future the right way? What good was Divination if it wouldn't show her what she wanted? Grade: Troll / Zwakzinnig
  13. Waar dit op sloeg? Nee. Nee, nee, nee, ze ging niet weer een hele discussie lang houden, want het duurde te lang, ze had andere dingen te doen, meer levens om te verpesten, en zo onderhand had ze echt helemaal genoeg hier van. "Oké, ik heb hier genoeg van," beet ze naar hem, lekker origineel, de helft van mijn post is een kopie van de andere helft, hoera, zo kom je wel aan een goede wordcount, en ze draaide zich stuurs om. "Je hebt je kans gemist." Jammer, ze had hem een manier gegeven om hier vanaf te komen, op een leuke wijze (voor haar), maar Richard moest zo nodig moeilijk gaan doen. Ook prima. (Ze ging overigens niet echt over hem klagen tegen iemand, want dan verdween hij in de gevangenis en kon ze alsnog niet met hem trouwen, maar het was wel leuk als hij even dacht dat ze dat zou doen.) Dus begon Tabitha weg te benen.
  14. Monday the 1st of May 1837 - in the morning - Defense against the Dark Arts Metaphorically speaking, Tabitha didn't care much for this exam. Fighting yourself could be a challenge, sure, since you of all people knew exactly how you would think and act, but Tabitha was never one for disagreements with herself. She liked herself, in all honesty, liked herself more than other people by far. Those could disappoint you, let you down, remind you that you weren't the center of their universe. See, other people were easy to fight. Tabitha loved playing those games, putting people against each other, see them disappoint each other like she had been disappointed herself. She wasn't much of a fighter in the physical sense, but she could have her influence on people. But dueling yourself, fighting all your dreams and desires and disappointments and worries... it was practically boring. Grade: Acceptable / Acceptabel
  15. Oké, Tabitha was klaar met dit spelletje. Nou, niet in de zin van dat ze hem niet meer ging blackmailen, haha, kom op zeg, dat was zo'n beetje haar grote levensdoel (tot nu toe, tenminste), maar in de zin van dat ze gewoon wilde dat hij nu eindelijk eens ging doen wat ze zei en dat ze er KLAAR mee was. "Weet je best," siste ze naar hem, terwijl ze fel zijn pols lostrok uit zijn greep. "Ik heb het over al die spullen in je kamer. De broche, de armbanden, die sjaal. Die zijn niet van jou, en die zijn ook niet allemaal van Claude, voor je daar over begint te zeuren." Ze porde hem in zijn schouder met haar vinger. "Dus, als jij niet met Aviana uitgaat en haar leven verpest, vertel ik iedereen dat jij dingen steelt. Volgens mij kun je daarmee eindigen in Azkaban, en dat lijkt me een stuk naarder dan een beetje uit moeten gaan met mijn kutzus." En hey, nu had hij kans op een kut! Ik heb de bovenstaande zin nooit getypt.
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