“…Oh.” Fairy, right, that made sense. The wings had messed him up - Dom always pictured fairies with bigger wings. Weren’t pixies the ones with small wings? “Aren’t pixies the ones with small wings?”
A lot of people had been calling her a pixie instead of a fairy and she was trying not to loose her cool-can’t they just go with whatever she tells them that she is? ‘Pixies or fairies, still magical, still small and cute. Doesn’t matter, does it now?’
Rita rolled her eyes, the young boy scuttling away with a shimmer of what looked like tears in his eyes. She’d only fired one insult and off he’d run. How boring. “It comes naturally to me, darling. Some would say it’s a flaw, but I’m glad you can see how truly gifted I am.” She leaned back against the table and took a sip from her drink. “How is the little Mulciber doing, then? I haven’t seen you around for a while.”
‘Oh, it is totally not a flaw.’ She totally did not think so and she couldn’t phantom why someone would think so- she totally can not think of anything that Rita does as a weakness. She bit her lip as the other asked her what she has been doing and shrugged, eye roaming around the room. ‘ I was just on the couch chatting with Seb, not much really. You seem to be having way more fun.’
giselle stared at the other as they were trying to figure out what she is- she had quiet a lot to drink, so her reaction was not hold off as much as she had wanted. to her, it was obvious- she did not have big wings, but they were totally fairy like. and the short dress adoring her body was just right to complete the piece. she had never been one to shy away from anything,, so with a sigh as if to tell the other to stop guessing- she twirls once to show off her costume once more and finally reveals.
Evan levelled her with a look of pure contempt as she moved to stand in front of him. “Mini Mulciber. Of course it was you.”
He crossed his arms across his chest and let his bottle of beer rest against his bicep. He had planned on leaving. Going back to his dorm, frightening a couple of first years on the way, the usual. But truth be told his heart wasn’t really in it tonight. He’d much rather mess with Mini Mulciber. He wondered idly how pissed off Sebastian would be if he did?
He uncrossed his arms and gestured with his half empty bottle. “Go on then. We might as well drink the free booze while it’s here. What would you like?”
She couldn’t help but let a huff at the other’s words, but with that she was still amused at the situation of course. Leave it to Evan to call her such a insufferable nickname. ‘ What will it take for you to call me Giselle once in your life?’
Giselle lets her eyes train down to his bottle of beer and smiles triumphly when the other accepts;she is quick to reach for his free hand and uncross it from his chest, to be able to lead the two of them away from the door and to the closest booze table.’ Since you’re having a beer, I think it would be only normal if I did as well, right?’
She only lets go of his arm when she gets to the table and stops to pick up a bottle as well .’ Since you didn’t dress up, maybe you can at least appreciate my fairy costume?’
As a rule Evan didn’t attend parties. He couldn’t think of anything worse than spending more than five minutes surrounded by the feckless idiots he was forced to call classmates. He’d arrived about thirty seconds ago and, having only shown up for the free booze, he wasn’t exactly dressed for the occasion but if anyone asked his costume was a clown one. Because he must have been an absolute fool to think coming was a good idea.
He made a beeline for the refreshments table and grabbed the first bottle he saw without reading it and took a long pull. He had to force himself not to spit the liquid straight back out because it was absolutely revolting. Rat piss would taste better. He looked at the bottle in disgust - no wonder it tasted foul, it was a muggle concoction.
Still holding the drink, Evan pushed his way through the crowd back towards the exit. He’d had enough already. As he reached the doorway, a body slammed into him from behind. “Watch it!” He snarled.
maybe giselle had tripped on purpose or maybe she didn’t- but, a thing was clear; she had moved with the idea of trying to find someone interesting to talk to and when her body ended up slamming into his; she chuckles innocently- despite how angry he had sounded. ‘ oh dear evan, i am so sorry.’ she had moved around him so she can look at him in the eyes as she spoke.
‘i did not mean to slam myself into you like that.’ another innocent smile as she seizes him up. he had no costume on, but she couldn’t judge him- despite herself being into a small dress that resembled a fairy. ‘accept my dearest apologises with a drink maybe?’
Rita was bent over a table, using the reflection of a firewhiskey bottle to touch up her lipstick. She felt a pair of eyes looking at her and she straightened up, screwing the top of her lipstick closed with a smirk. “If you want a closer look, all you have to do is ask, sugar.”
Giselle watched as the third year who Rita has talked to ran away, a little bit scared by the words and chuckled in amusement. ‘ That look on his face was quiet amusing.’ She speaks up then as she leans to get a cup on the table the other was bending over on with a hum. ‘You really do have a talent for that. Make people flustrated.’
“This was as good as it was gonna get,” Sebastian said as he motioned to his face. Dressing up had never been something that he enjoyed. But, he was trying to not draw attention to himself right now. And not dressing up would have made him stand out. So here he was a face covered in face paint. “Don’t really see the appeal of dressing up but I think I’d get more shit if I didn’t.”
‘Oh, that’s a bit pathetic, but I guess it’s you so it makes sense.’ Giselle found herself saying as she looked her brother from the couch she was seating on- of course Giselle had dressed up; she was a fairy in order to match Rita’s costume. Her dress was as short as the other’s, so when she spotted Sebastian, she tried to seat slightly straight up, so he does not see how short the dress actually is. ‘You’ve put more effort into this that I thought you would.’
hey, isn’t that {GISELLE MULCIBER}? {SHE} is a {SIXTH YEAR SLYTHERIN} and I’ve heard that they are {LIVELY, CRITICAL} but can also be {BRATTY, STUBBORN}. there’s also rumours that they are part of the {REBELS (DEATH EATERS)}, and maybe that’s because they are PUREBLOOD? but who knows if that is true. they also look really similar to {ALVA BRATT}, but I don’t see it myself.
- i really needed a bratty character who doesn’t end up having the happiest of endigns lol so this is basically what giselle would be.
- giselle is the baby of the mulciber family so that brings uncounted perks. giselle tends to get whatever she wants-she just has to throw a smile and a little bit of added puppy eyes sometimes and then she gets everything she wants. she uses that perk shamelessy, especially towards close people to her.
-she might act more innocent than she actually is most times, only so she can get where she wants.
- boggart : tornado ; Her boggart is a tornado, which is ironic regarding the fact that she has been compared to one on more than just one occasion. The first time that she had faced a boggart, she was not expecting a tornado to show up - something as powerful and unpredictable. Tornadoes can destroy everything in a second and there isn’t anything that anyone can do to stop it. That’s her fear, that things can get so twisted that nobody could ever do something about it. That she won’t be able to do something about it.
- honestly? this girl just wants to know what’s up and to win her way. she would try to get it just with not the best of intentions, you know.
- did i mention she is a brat???
- characters that she is inspired from:
nora ( skam) + lizzie saltzman (the originals) + cher (clueless)