#anne featherstone

[falconhonour]

Title Tales, please!

bathing in pride, envy for soap

Susan Pevensie, Lucy Pevensie and Anne Featherstone.

Anne Featherstone was the Queen Bee at St Agatha's, even though she was just a Third Former. At least she was until the Pevensies came back from the country. Things were different after that.

All of a sudden, SUSAN was the one everyone looked up to, the one who ruled the corridors, even though she wasn't officially Head Girl or Games Captain.

But Susan was a Fifth Former when that happened. By 1942, she was in America, no longer around to protect her odd little sister from the bullies. Anne couldn't wait. After all, revenge was a dish best served cold.

[wisdomfish]

One may throw someone under the bus without true malice, as Aslan informed Lucy when the little girl saw in a magic book her best friend Marjorie downplaying their relationship to the nasty Anne Featherstone. As Aslan explained after Lucy called her friend a “two-faced little beast”: “You have misjudged your friend. She is weak, but she loves you. She was afraid of the older girl and said what she does not mean” (The Voyage of the Dawn Treader). Fear of man, then, is what makes us throw another under the bus. But we don’t have to live that way.

Andree Seu Peterson 

[eternalsnowrpg-blog]

Anne Featherstone || Schoolmate of Lucy's || Age: 19/20 || Daughter of Eve (Earth descent) || OPEN

"Well I for one am looking forward to that! Excuse me!" 

Biography:

Anne was jealous of Marjorie's friendship with Lucy. Anne scolded Marjorie for befriending Lucy, while Lucy was on her adventures on The Dawn Treader. 

Anne is typically a jealous person, and very vindictive and spiteful. She will often use sugary phrases such as 'dear' and 'sweetheart' in a condescending manner. 

Many people are afraid of Anne, and enjoy keeping their distance from her. She can, however, be a nice person when she wants to be. 

Faceclaim: Taissa Farmiga

[aesthetist]

Do Show More of That Glistening Gaze || Ezekiel and Anne

The streets were a delightful buzz of activity, with humans, dryads, talking animals, fauns…MY. Was that turquoise or teal ribbon tying off the braids in that dwarf’s beard? The star stopped in his tracks and whirled around, attempting to locate that wonderfully auburn head amongst the crowd. Defeated by the press of bodies, the star quickly and lightly grasped a random passerby’s arm.

“I beg your assist—LOVE. Do you know how dazzlingly bright your eyes are? You absolutely must let—a moment, I beg your pardon—” Ezekiel brushed a stray strand from the stranger’s forehead, moved a flyaway from his own face, and continued, “—me tie your hair a different way.” The star’s fingers, nearly engulfed by the loose, frilly sleeves of his blouse, entwined with those belonging to the new focus of his undivided attention.

[nrpgossip-blog]

*slight deer-in-the-headlights look* I'm sorry. Who's getting married?

Oh, hon.

I can see now why Edmund was the most trusted in councils during the Golden Age. I was talking about you and Anne Featherstone. Who else would I be talking about?