Post by Asteria Greengrass on Apr 7, 2008 1:53:45 GMT
*Asteria propped her elbow up on the table in the library and rested her blonde head against her hand as she printed out the last few sentences of her Transfiguration essay that was due to Professor McGonagall first thing the next morning. There were, of course, more pressing matters to which she needed to attend, but it had always been a personal rule of hers to complete homework assignments before anything else, no matter how important the other tasks may or may not be. That rule alone, she hoped, would be the difference between being a prefect and Head Girl, or not.
Satisfied with her work, she let out a contented sigh, ran her fingers through her hair and sat up. She rolled up the parchment and slid it neatly into her bag by her side before removing a fresh sheet of parchment to take the precious sheet's place on the table in front of her. Now for the fun part. Miss Teen Witch 2008 would be announced this summer and, as a first year eligible, Asteria fully planned to take the title. A pureblood always won and she could not think of another pureblood teen witch who could possibly deserve the title moreso than she. And in order to make sure the judges new this, she was planning to send a detailed analysis of all that she single-handedly provided to the school and her community.
She dipped the tip of her quill gracefully into the inkwell sat beside her on the table and began scribbling out everything she could think of that she had been involved in. It was a gargantuan task, but she was dead set on not leaving any details out. She wanted to make sure that whomever the judges were knew exactly who that goblin-made tiara belonged to.
After almost a half hour of scratching her quill against parchment, she sat back, raised a well-groomed eyebrow and studied her results. Even she was impressed at all she did at only thirteen years old. There were all the clubs at school she either ran or participated in, of course: Weird Sisters' Fan Club, Potions Club, Herbology Club, Transfiguration Club, Charms Club, Self-Defense for Young Witches Club, Quidditch Support Club, Students for the Ministry Club, Future Leaders of Wizarding London Club, International PenWitches Club, Gobstones Club, Wizards' Chess Club... And she was certain she'd left a club or two off the list. She'd have to double check.
Then there were the organizations outside of school that always kept her busy when school was not in session: the Annual Witches' Tea, Young Witches' Cotillion, the St. Mungo's Charity, Freelancers for the Prophet, Future Ministry Leaders... and those were only few among the many charities she worked each summer and Christmas holiday.
But despite her impress at all of her accomplishments, she felt there needed to be more. Typical Asteria, really. She always knew she could always be better, despite how fabulous she was currently. She made a few notes of charities to contact before summer and then sat back in her chair as she tapped the tip of her feather quill against her chin. Smiling moments later at the unintended tickling sensation, she jotted down one final note at the bottom of the parchment. Quidditch. She could try out for the Quidditch team. That would look extremely good on her 'application.'
Deciding that she would head to the Quidditch Pitch forthright to sign up on the roster, she rolled up her brimming parchment and gathered her things to go. She stopped to tell Madame Pince, on her way out, that she would be by that weekend to help alphabetize the Restricted Section as promised. Smiling to herself all the way to the Pitch, Asteria was certain that title would be hers undoubtedly. She wondered vaguely if she could get away with wearing her tiara every day in classes...*,
Satisfied with her work, she let out a contented sigh, ran her fingers through her hair and sat up. She rolled up the parchment and slid it neatly into her bag by her side before removing a fresh sheet of parchment to take the precious sheet's place on the table in front of her. Now for the fun part. Miss Teen Witch 2008 would be announced this summer and, as a first year eligible, Asteria fully planned to take the title. A pureblood always won and she could not think of another pureblood teen witch who could possibly deserve the title moreso than she. And in order to make sure the judges new this, she was planning to send a detailed analysis of all that she single-handedly provided to the school and her community.
She dipped the tip of her quill gracefully into the inkwell sat beside her on the table and began scribbling out everything she could think of that she had been involved in. It was a gargantuan task, but she was dead set on not leaving any details out. She wanted to make sure that whomever the judges were knew exactly who that goblin-made tiara belonged to.
After almost a half hour of scratching her quill against parchment, she sat back, raised a well-groomed eyebrow and studied her results. Even she was impressed at all she did at only thirteen years old. There were all the clubs at school she either ran or participated in, of course: Weird Sisters' Fan Club, Potions Club, Herbology Club, Transfiguration Club, Charms Club, Self-Defense for Young Witches Club, Quidditch Support Club, Students for the Ministry Club, Future Leaders of Wizarding London Club, International PenWitches Club, Gobstones Club, Wizards' Chess Club... And she was certain she'd left a club or two off the list. She'd have to double check.
Then there were the organizations outside of school that always kept her busy when school was not in session: the Annual Witches' Tea, Young Witches' Cotillion, the St. Mungo's Charity, Freelancers for the Prophet, Future Ministry Leaders... and those were only few among the many charities she worked each summer and Christmas holiday.
But despite her impress at all of her accomplishments, she felt there needed to be more. Typical Asteria, really. She always knew she could always be better, despite how fabulous she was currently. She made a few notes of charities to contact before summer and then sat back in her chair as she tapped the tip of her feather quill against her chin. Smiling moments later at the unintended tickling sensation, she jotted down one final note at the bottom of the parchment. Quidditch. She could try out for the Quidditch team. That would look extremely good on her 'application.'
Deciding that she would head to the Quidditch Pitch forthright to sign up on the roster, she rolled up her brimming parchment and gathered her things to go. She stopped to tell Madame Pince, on her way out, that she would be by that weekend to help alphabetize the Restricted Section as promised. Smiling to herself all the way to the Pitch, Asteria was certain that title would be hers undoubtedly. She wondered vaguely if she could get away with wearing her tiara every day in classes...*,