Post by quinleygiada on Apr 28, 2010 20:44:14 GMT -5
QUINLEY GIADA AMAGLIANI
FULL NAME: quinley giada amagliani
NICKNAMES: quin, lee
AGE: twenty
PREFERENCE: bi-curious
HOMETOWN: houston, texas
CLASS STATUS: upper class
CURRENT STATUS: confused
MEMBER GROUP: college
PLAY BY: erin heatherton
FAVORITE FOOD?
ohhh, PASTA. i love flaunting my italianity. but i do love mangoes. yummm.
ARE YOU A VIRGIN?
hell no. i lost my virginity in like eighth grade.
FAVORITE COLOR?
not pink, too girly and never a good thing to see. purple, maybe?
HAVE YOU EVER EMBARRASSED YOURSELF?
well obviously. and when i do, my face is like a tomato, not kidding.
FAVORITE DRINK?
i DO love my alcohol, but imma say pineapple juice. it's delicioso.
WHERE DO YOU SEE YOURSELF IN FIVE YEARS?
maybe raising a family?
FAVORITE HOLIDAY?
christmas, like yeah. isn't everyone's favorite holiday christmas? as a kid i think christmas, easter, and my birthday were tied. haha.
WHAT'S ONE THING MOST PEOPLE DON'T KNOW ABOUT YOU?
i was anorexic for four years and whenever i thought about food i'd snap a hairtie on my wrist.
DO YOU PREFER THE NIGHT OR THE DAY?
night, so i can slink around like a BAMF.
NAME A FANTASY?
are you sure it won't be too vulgar? yeah i won't insert any sexual innuendos, i promise. hmmm, i always wanted to go to the phillipines. i don't know why.
The room before Andrée was now foreign; she hadn't been in it for long the last time she was staying at Beauxbatons, and she hadn't exactly been at Beauxbatons for long before she took her first leave. It was fairly empty, aside from the long, white wardrobe that stretched the length of her bed, but about two or three feet to the side. She sat on the lavender down comfortered bed, with her slender fingers locked together behind her head. Today was a fairly peaceful day, and even if just today, she wanted it to be uneventful and hoped not to run into anyone that would tell her something that she didn't know. In the two month space before her return, so many things had happened. So many things that, if she could have, Andree would have tried to be a part of, or stop, or whatever it was that she could do to be involved and make the situation better.
As if to simply shoo the bad thoughts away, Andrée began to make little play-like things with her wand, narrating the stories that, inevitably, ended in a sort of happily-ever-after-everything's-unicorns-and-butterflies-good sort of ending. But while it made her smile, she knew she couldn't just sit on her bed and think up stories to play out. So, she decided, she would get up and go wherever her feet took her - and also where she thought she wouldn't run into certain people. Not that she didn't liek them, because she had connections to them in ways that some people wouldn't - and couldn't - understand. These people - Raffi, Rillnee... - were her friends, her peers, people that, when the term came around again, she would have to face some time. If she had not been told that Rafferty had been getting his memory back, she would have been fine with seeing him, doing the usual. Because as much as she wished she hadn't, she had lied. Maybe he wouldn't remember, something told her. But her good reasoning told her that was a fat chance.
Maybe she thoughts of Adi when her Sperry-footed feet took her to the Forbidden Corridor. Or maybe her mind had wandered way back to the sleep-overs that she used to have with Rillnee in the Forbidden Corridor, and occasionally the Room of Requirement. Andree could almost hear their girlish laughter and their gossiping, and herself asking Rillnee about her 'boyfriend' that Rillnee had told Charlton, her ex-boyfriend, that she had. The memories were a hard thing to cope with, but she was pulled away form her thoughts when she saw someone sprawled across the hallway, seeming to have fainted. Andree broke into a run, no matter how much her body objected to the fast-paced walking. She put two of her fingers together, and felt for a pulse. When she found one, her breathing slowed. She took a hand and shook him, ever so slightly. Drée examined his handsome face as she shook him slightly, and then kept her eyes focused on him as he stirred.
Suddenly, she was ten again, shaking her sister and brother awake so they could all go to the dining room. She wanted to talk to them. She had lay awake for many hours those few months. Every night - thought her siblings were too heavy of sleepers to wake up from the noises - her parents had quarreled to no end about whether Mr. Dubois was safe staying with the household full of veelas, as a half-blood. As Andrée's mother was still madly in love with him after fourteen years of marriage, she was concerned for his safety. So in the middle of the night - at 2:17, Andrée recalled - Drée's mother had sent him away, away to go somewhere that he couldn't be harmed by her or the children. And, as expected, after Andrée told her siblings, the whole household was crying the night away. But, not Andrée. She had a tough shell, and only the largest crack could break the shell she had spent too many days and nights producing.
So how had this child inside her make her break down that wall and cry herself to sleep so many nights that she couldn't count. There was no telling. Andree stopped shaking him, trying not to retaliate from the thoughts with tears or anythign that would make this anything but helping. She built up the strength, and gave him a small smile as soon as his eyes fluttered open. "Are you... okay?" she forced.
As if to simply shoo the bad thoughts away, Andrée began to make little play-like things with her wand, narrating the stories that, inevitably, ended in a sort of happily-ever-after-everything's-unicorns-and-butterflies-good sort of ending. But while it made her smile, she knew she couldn't just sit on her bed and think up stories to play out. So, she decided, she would get up and go wherever her feet took her - and also where she thought she wouldn't run into certain people. Not that she didn't liek them, because she had connections to them in ways that some people wouldn't - and couldn't - understand. These people - Raffi, Rillnee... - were her friends, her peers, people that, when the term came around again, she would have to face some time. If she had not been told that Rafferty had been getting his memory back, she would have been fine with seeing him, doing the usual. Because as much as she wished she hadn't, she had lied. Maybe he wouldn't remember, something told her. But her good reasoning told her that was a fat chance.
Maybe she thoughts of Adi when her Sperry-footed feet took her to the Forbidden Corridor. Or maybe her mind had wandered way back to the sleep-overs that she used to have with Rillnee in the Forbidden Corridor, and occasionally the Room of Requirement. Andree could almost hear their girlish laughter and their gossiping, and herself asking Rillnee about her 'boyfriend' that Rillnee had told Charlton, her ex-boyfriend, that she had. The memories were a hard thing to cope with, but she was pulled away form her thoughts when she saw someone sprawled across the hallway, seeming to have fainted. Andree broke into a run, no matter how much her body objected to the fast-paced walking. She put two of her fingers together, and felt for a pulse. When she found one, her breathing slowed. She took a hand and shook him, ever so slightly. Drée examined his handsome face as she shook him slightly, and then kept her eyes focused on him as he stirred.
Suddenly, she was ten again, shaking her sister and brother awake so they could all go to the dining room. She wanted to talk to them. She had lay awake for many hours those few months. Every night - thought her siblings were too heavy of sleepers to wake up from the noises - her parents had quarreled to no end about whether Mr. Dubois was safe staying with the household full of veelas, as a half-blood. As Andrée's mother was still madly in love with him after fourteen years of marriage, she was concerned for his safety. So in the middle of the night - at 2:17, Andrée recalled - Drée's mother had sent him away, away to go somewhere that he couldn't be harmed by her or the children. And, as expected, after Andrée told her siblings, the whole household was crying the night away. But, not Andrée. She had a tough shell, and only the largest crack could break the shell she had spent too many days and nights producing.
So how had this child inside her make her break down that wall and cry herself to sleep so many nights that she couldn't count. There was no telling. Andree stopped shaking him, trying not to retaliate from the thoughts with tears or anythign that would make this anything but helping. She built up the strength, and gave him a small smile as soon as his eyes fluttered open. "Are you... okay?" she forced.
hey, it's marley and this gal has been at it for
five years now. they are eighteen years old.
