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  1. Elena had, in alle eerlijkheid, vooral Dreuzelkunde gekozen omdat ze haar vakkenpakket een beetje wilde aandikken (maar twee vakken kiezen was zo iets voor Griffoendors) maar de andere vakken hadden haar niet echt bevallen, dus was Dreuzelkunde er maar als derde een beetje bij komen slungelen. En nu ze zo in de eerste les zat had ze daar tegelijkertijd spijt van (want de leraar was wel echt een beetje een sukkel, hoor) en tegelijkertijd niet (want dat hij een sukkel was betekende vast dat ze makkelijk hoge cijfers kon halen zonder veel werk te hoeven doen). Een beetje drama in de lessen was nooit wat mis mee. "Dat is zwerkbal," beet ze naar Andrea, toen die met haar domme opties kwam. "Dreuzels spelen geen zwerkbal, die kunnen de bezems niet laten vliegen." Niet dat ze dan wist wat het wel was... N, W, O, Z... "Het lijkt een beetje op een klok, maar dan één die wel heel wild beweegt..." Ze beet op haar lip. "Professor Grey, is dit ding stuk?" Wat een armoedige leraar, kon niet eens iets naar de les brengen dat niet stuk was. En dan was er ook nog eens professor Johnson die binnen kwam lopen. Elena glimlachte lieftallig naar de vrouw. "Professor Johnson, wat leuk dat u er bent! Ik vond het al zo jammer toen ik hoorde dat ik geen Dreuzelkunde van u kon krijgen, u bent zo'n goede lerares!"
  2. [1837/1838] No, you're the brat!

    Maandag 11 september 1837 - 's middags na het einde van de lessen - vlak voor de leerlingenkamer van Huffelpuf "Nee, ik heb gelijk," stampvoette Elena, wat natuurlijk het perfecte tegenargument was, want ze had altijd gelijk en het was niet haar schuld dat de rest van de wereld en stomme Eleanora Paget dat niet zagen. "Hij glimlachte naar mij, dat was zo duidelijk! Je bent gewoon zo blind als ik weet niet wat." Ze snoof en trok ietwat hardhandig haar eigen haar op de goede plek. "Misschien heb je een bril nodig," merkte ze liefjes op, "want met een bril zou je duidelijk hebben kunnen zien dat hij niet naar jou keek, maar naar mij." Ze waren al een half uur aan het kibbelen of James Graham nou naar Elena of naar Eleanora geglimlacht had, al de hele route van het lokaal naar de Grote Zaal en vervolgens naar Eleonora's leerlingenkamer waar ze samen huiswerk zouden maken, maar stomme, koppige Eleanora wist zeker dat James naar haar geglimlacht had. Yeah, right, as if. "Dus geef nou maar gewoon toe dat je alleen maar jaloers bent," sneerde ze er nog even achteraan. Voor @Eleanora Paget, maar anderen mogen inbreken als ze willen <3
  3. [1837/1838] Openingsfeest: watch the queen conquer

    Hallo, natuurlijk was dit thema perfect voor Elena, wat dacht je zelf? Ze had haar beste jurk meegenomen (die een klein beetje te klein was geworden, maar ze had geen gelegenheid gehad om een gloednieuwe jurk te kopen), haar mooiste tiara en nog een stuk of wat juwelen zodat ze als een echte koningin aan de afdelingstafel zat. Het enige wat er nog miste was een hoofdmonitor-badge, maar die zou ze pas over enkele jaren krijgen (als we tegen dan nog niet de OOC Hoofdmonitors hebben afgeschaft en ik mijn positie niet meer kan claimen) en dus moest ze maar geduld hebben. Elena was nooit goed in geduld hebben. Dus besloot ze een glas wijn te stelen. "Zeg," glimlachte ze liefjes tegen de ouderejaars naast haar, ene Gideon Kingston. "Kun je een glas wijn voor me inschenken? De karaf staat helemaal daar." En dat was zo zielig en ze was helemaal niet technisch gezien nogal jong om wijn te drinken. Kom op, ze was al eens dronken geweest, oké? Was ook Lily's karakter geweest destijds. "Ik zou je heel dankbaar zijn!" En ze glimlachte liefjes naar hem. Hij zag er arm genoeg uit dat hij vast wel voor één van haar ringen een glas wilde inschenken, toch?
  4. [1836/1837] Why?

    Eh, ja, op zich kon je best alle twee doen, maar Elena had alleen haar ouders meegemaakt als huwelijk en verder alle vriendinnen van haar moeder, en die deden als vrouw nooit wat anders dan roddelen, theepartijtjes hebben en af en toe doen alsof ze iets voor de arme mensen ter wereld deden en Elena was... iets ambitieuzer dan dat. Ze wilde niet zomaar met de eerste de beste trouwen en dan de rest van haar leven stil moeten blijven zitten, ze wilde haar eigen leven opbouwen en trouwen zou haar tegenhouden. "Hmmm," antwoordde ze dus ook, een beetje afwijzend. "Ik denk dat ik me liever in het algemeen op het theater zou richten." Dus, dan hoefden ze niet te vertellen waar ze mee wilde trouwen, toch? Want op zich was 'iemand met veel geld' gewoon de enige voorwaarde wat dat betrof. "Zullen we?" vroeg ze, terwijl ze de schoenendozen in haar armen balanceerde. "Wil jij eigenlijk trouwen?" vroeg ze trouwens, nieuwsgierig. Want Heaven was een stuk ouder, niet waar? Dus dan lagen dingen iets anders.
  5. [1837/1838][EN] You've got shame in your eye

    Elena quickly ducked into a dressing room. She could take her time, she supposed, but something about Celeana's smile set her a little on edge, like the woman was on the end of her patience, something that reminded her of the way her mother could look when she wasn't that interested in dealing with Elena today, so she tried to hurry. The dress did look good, though, and she took one tiny second too look at herself in the mirror. The waistband stood out a little too much, but Elena decided not to object to it today. She could always have her own maid alter it a little, take out some gems so it was a little less flashy. "So, what do you think?" she asked, dramatically pushing open the curtains and stepping into the sunlight pouring through the windows. "I think it looks rather well." She did a small twirl in front of the mirror and smiled at her own image. "Maybe it's a bit too long, but... Hm." Not annoyingly so.
  6. [1837/1838][EN] You've got shame in your eye

    Ugh, yes, fine, whatever. Elena stared at the waistband for a little, not entirely pleased, but it would lighten up any dress she would pick out and it would make it a little bit better. "I'll need a necklace to go with that," she said with a frown, "but that shouldn't be too much of a problem." They had time, didn't they? "Fine, it'll do." And now she just needed a dress... Elena picked one, almost at random, but she liked the way the fabric flowed when she pulled it out of the rack. "How about this one?" she asked, putting the dress close to her body so Celeana could see how the color matched her skin. "I think it'll look well." It was soft pink, a little peachy, and the fabric almost floated around like a dream. "I have the perfect shoes to go with this. The waistband, please?" she asked the shopgirl, and she quickly held the band up. "Perfect." See, Celeana, she could work along.
  7. [1836/1837] Why?

    Ik ehm... moet echt eens vaker door mijn postlijst heen gaan om er zeker van te zijn dat ik niets ben vergeten. Tralala. "Oh ja, natuurlijk zou ik klant zijn!" knikte Elena driftig, want hallo, het was haar hele idee geweest? Het was een beetje gemeen als je iemand heel hard aanmoedigde om iets te doen, maar dan vervolgens zei van 'Yo, zoek het even zelf uit, ik ga je echt nooit inhuren' en zelfs Elena had wel een hart. Het was geen groot hart en negenennegentig procent van het hart was ermee bezig om van haar te houden, maar het was wel een hart. "Je hebt geweldige smaak en het is altijd leuker om de dingen uiteindelijk te kopen dan uren te zoeken, niet waar?" Vond Elena, tenminste. Elena hield van nieuwe kleren, maar dan vooral om ze te dragen en niet om ze uit te zoeken, in haar kast te hangen en er dan nooit meer naar om te kijken. "Hmm." Elena fronste, terwijl ze de dozen met schoenen opstapelde die ze wilde kopen. "Niet echt... Maar mijn vader heeft een theater, ik denk dat ik daar wel graag zou willen werken." Nou ja, werken... ze wilde de baas zijn, dat vooral. Dat theater was van haar, in de toekomst dan, en iedereen die er met zijn klauwen aan zou komen zou in stukken gescheurd worden, Celeana en Celeana's toekomstige kind, alvast bedankt. "Ik denk dat ik daar goed in zou zijn en het leuk zou vinden! En anders kan ik altijd ook nog gewoon trouwen."
  8. [1837/1838][EN] You've got shame in your eye

    Elena wasn't stressed out, Elena was angry, scared, terrified, frustrated, piqued, a lot of different words, but none of them stressed. Because she didn't care about the wedding, except that it was happening in general, and she didn't care about which dress she would wear, except she always wanted to look her best, and she didn't care about Celeana, except that she wanted the woman far, far, far away from her and her father. "I'm only being difficult because I don't like the dress you picked out," Elena said, but she tried to smile more sweetly, purely for the benefit of the staff. "Fine, then I won't bother trying it on." She handed the dress back to the shopgirl, though she was, in all honesty, a little sad to see the dress go. But whatever, she wasn't going to fall in love with a dress if she couldn't wear it. "Would a pink dress fit with the colours of your wedding?" Elena asked, "because I'm trying here too, you know." Sure, she was snappish and pushed her own opinion, but Elena cared about her appearance. She wasn't going to stand out like an eyesore. She turned back to the racks and waved through them, trying to find a pink dress she liked. "It's all so... plain," she complained a little.
  9. [1837/1838][EN] You've got shame in your eye

    "I know," Elena snapped at Celeana. "You might not realize, but I have a mother and she raised me pretty well, so you don't have to act like I know nothing at all." Please, like she wouldn't find a good match. She didn't even need her father for that, Elena was just thirteen, but she knew what she wanted, she knew what she could get and she knew how to get it, so Celeana could... jump in a lake, for all Elena cared for, because she did not need her. And of course the dress that Elena had described wasn't enough. She rolled her eyes when Celeana preached about a ribbon or whatever. "Pink doesn't suit that dress," she said, pointing at the cream fabric. "And it's a little... hm..." She softly touched the fabric. "Shiny. I think something less reflective would look better." So she ignored Celeana's instructions to get dressed and instead went for the racks. "This one would work well," she said, selecting her own dress. "Maybe a blue ribbon?"
  10. [1837/1838][EN] You've got shame in your eye

    Sure, sure Celeana did. Made perfect sense, that someone who had that much money would marry a man after she had gotten pregnant so suddenly. Look, Elena knew that people had needs, her father owned a brothel and she was a lot more curious than Raphael realized, but there were potions, weren't there? Ways to not get pregnant? If she had that money, wouldn't she have used that? But in all fairness, Elena was just looking for an excuse to be suspicious of the woman and this just happened to be the best one. "Sure you do," she said sarcastically, stamping ahead of Celeana into a shop. Well, she wasn't wrong about the exclusiveness for the shop, Elena had been here before, so she rolled her eyes at Celeana's unnecessary explanation. "I know these shops better than you do, I think," she snapped at the woman, before turning to the shop girl. "Something cream colored," she ordered, "simple, made of silk or satin. No bows and low on the lace." She lifted her eyebrows at Celeana, seeing if the woman had anything to complain about.
  11. [1837/1838][EN] You've got shame in your eye

    No, no, no. Yes, Elena wanted to go shopping, she loved shopping, but not with that woman. She narrowed her eyes at Celeana, at the fake enthusiasm, at just this whole thing in general, but her father already smiled happily, gratefully probably that Celeana was still willing to try and find something for her and Elena to bond over. If anything this carriage ride had proved to Elena, it was that Raphael really wanted this marriage to work out. He wasn't just suffering through this because he needed to, because she had forced him into it. No, he really wanted something good to happen. And that made Elena infinitely more frustrated. "She would love to," Raphael intervened, apparently not waiting for Elena to form an opinion of her own. She rolled her eyes in defense of her own ability to decide. ""It's truly a wonderful idea, is it not?" "Sure," Elena mumbled, glancing away from the happy couple, through the window. It was already getting dark in London, making the neighbourhood they turned into feel even more like home. But she heard Celeana giggle and her father murmer something softly and it suddenly felt like a bizarre, new world. As soon as the carriage arrived, Elena grabbed the chance to slip away, to her room, where nothing had changed at all. But the next day there was no escaping the shopping trip and so Elena looked her crankiest while making her way with Celeana through the sunlight Diagon Alley. "Do you have any experience shopping?" she asked nicely. Or not really nicely at all. "Or is spending money new to you?" She was so certain the woman was poor.
  12. [1837/1838][EN] You've got shame in your eye

    This was awful, utterly and terribly awful. They didn't even take the time to pretend to consider Elena's request! Celeana just handled it with grace, telling her that the wedding was still going to happen. Elena glanced at her father instead, but he just smiled at the both of them. "I see no need in postponing what is going to happen anyway," he added, to the words of his future wife. Elena felt like throwing up. Or maybe like throwing her shoes, right into Celeana's big, stupid face, so the woman knew that Elena wasn't going to go down without a fight. "Well then," she said, with a strong sarcastic hint to her voice. "I guess time is running out." "Look," her father broke in and he leaned forward a little to smile at Elena. "Why don't you go shopping tomorrow, buy a beautiful dress for the wedding? And maybe some new shoes..." He was bribing her, Elena knew it just as well as he did. You'll get a new dress, but only if you behave, Elena. And she didn't mind the bribery, it was just... Well, everything was going to change. Her family as she knew it would never be the same again. And what if her father loved his new child better than he loved her? "I don't want a new dress," she protested, softly. "I just..." Don't want things to change. "Fine," she finally relented. "I'll be nice." For now. Sort of.
  13. [1837/1838][EN] You've got shame in your eye

    Oh goodness, now she was even crying. Raphael looked concerned, searching through his pockets for a handkerchief he could offer to Celeana, while whispering small words of comfort. It made Elena sick to her stomach, especially when Raphael glared at her from over the top of her head. "I'm very disappointed in you, Elena," he told her sternly. But really, what had he expected?! "You can't blame me for ruining it," she bit to Celeana. "What do you want me to do? Throw my arms around you, call you mom?" Her voice dripped with venom, because who did she think she was? Elena didn't want her, not now, not ever. "You can at least be polite," Raphael told her sternly. "And not make people cry." Elena huffed. How real were those tears anyway?, she wondered. Elena was rather good at fake crying and she was certain there was nothing real about this woman. But then again, she probably would think any of her father's lovers would fake it. She just didn't want to like the woman. "I just don't understand why it has to go so... quickly," she mumbled, even though she did know, but at least it was worth it to see the uncomfortable look on her father's face. "Can't you wait... a few weeks or a few months? Until I get used to the idea?" Or until Celeana started to show and everyone knew what had happened.
  14. [1837/1838][EN] You've got shame in your eye

    Oh, she was trying, was she? Well, she could've tried a little more not to get pregnant, that would've been nice! But nooo, now they were stuck together and the least the woman could do was insult Elena's insults for a full year. But no, Elena had to be mature. She settled in the carriage, riding backwards, but now she also had just a wonderful view of her father, wrapping his arm around Celeana, already looking... happy. He had become happy. Without her! Look, Elena was fine with him getting married one day, really, she was (no she wasn't), but did he have to do it without her? Couldn't she have met the woman a few times before slowly being introduced to the concept? "Do we?" she murmured darkly, because sure, Elena wanted her father happy, but... well, not like this. "I just don't think you're right for each other," she went on, "My father is a great person and a good business man and you're... well..." Dumb enough to get pregnant out of wedlock. "Probably after my dad for his money." "Elena," Raphael scolded, and he glared at her sternly. "We're not getting married because of money, don't say such terrible things. I've raised you to be better than this, and now you should apologize to Celeana." "No thank you," Elena said nicely. She even smiled.
  15. [1837/1838][EN] You've got shame in your eye

    "Elena," Raphael hissed at her, "don't be so childish." Because unlike Celeana, apparently, he knew that it hadn't been a joke, that she was trying to show how unhappy she was with this situation, in the pettiest way possible. Elena made a face at him, because well, she was childish. What other option did she have? The only 'mature' thing to do was to accept the marriage, and she was never going to do it. Because it physically made her sick to see Celeana touch her father, and to see her father smile at her, so delighted. "Really?" Elena asked, sarcastically. She didn't curtsy back at first, just nodded slightly, but then Raphael gave her a pointed look and she sank through her knees quickly, very quickly. "That is so delightful, considering I haven't heard anything about you." Which wasn't entirely Celeana's fault, Elena had been offered to come home and meet her future 'stepmom', but ugh, really? "At least not until after the engagement." Her father hadn't outright told her what had happened, but Elena knew how to draw her conclusions. A pregnancy. She was going to be a big sister soon and you can just tell how much excited Elena is! She was totally smiling at Celeana, super willing to welcome the woman and the new baby in her home, uhuh, 100% true, I'm not being sarcastic! "Oh really?" she asked, flatly, watching her father take the suitcase and then following closely behind them because there was no space for her to walk next to them, damnit. "That must've been a while. Lots of things have probably changed." How old was this woman? Well, it didn't matter. If she had been younger, Elena would've bothered her dad about picking someone so young, so he may as well pick someone old. "You know, fire has been invented, so that was nice." "Give it a rest, Elena," Raphael snapped at her, "She's younger than I am." "So how cold was it during those dark days?" she asked. She loved her father, really, but right now she wanted to hurt him as much as he had hurt her.
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