#weasley-victoire

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[elenamclaggen]

keep friends close, but enemies closer |@Victoire/Elena

Rolling her eyes slightly, Elena walked into the Slytherin common room. There was a house-elf right behind her, carrying one of her bags. The petite brunette stopped suddenly when she reached the staircase that would lead to the girls dorms and took the suitcase from the house-elf. "You can go to the kitchen again. Go cook something." She said, shaking her head slightly as she slowly walked up the staircase toward her room, holding her two suitcases with both of her hands. This is too heavy. Cursing under her breath, Elena finally reached the seventh year floor and opened the door with her feet. "Oh perfect. Vicky is not here." She smirked slightly, placing her bags down and sat down on the blond's bed.

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 weasley-victoire replied to your post: ooc: i’m just gonna leave this here.

Lmao this is just all kinds of awkward when Sara submitted an Ed Westwick character that’s a professor :P

yeah i know lolololol it was just so perfect i felt the need to share it

[elenamclaggen]

Halloween Murder |Elena/Victoire/Minerva/Genevieve

Damn those first years. Elena thought to herself as she walked into the Slytherin Common Room for the first time since the beginning of the Halloween annual Party. Her dark chocolate eyes roamed around the dark green room for a few instants. No one was around. At least that would mean that no one was going to see the mess that dress was at the moment. Just perfect. She thought with a small smile on her lips as she sat down on the armchair closer to the fireplace and looked down at the big fish oil strain on the front of her dress. It was her best imitation of Audrey Hepburn dress from Breakfast At Tiffanys and now it was ruined, because of the stupid first years that decided to play food fighting in the Slytherin table when everyone was dancing. "It's only midnight!" Elena said under her breath, obviously frustrated with the situation. Everyone was still dancing and having fun in the Great Hall for one more hour and she would have to stay in her room, trying to do something to keep her distracted and controlled to not go upstairs and kill all the first years with her bare hands. Sighing deeply under her breath the brunette pouted slightly as she ran one of her hands through her brown hair and stood up carefully. Damn the firewhiskey. Maybe pumpking juice and firewhiskey wasn't the best idea ever; at least she could blame Fred Weasley for that later. Slowly Elena walked toward the girls staircase. Sleep sounded like a good solution to her right now.