<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Photo</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i48.tinypic.com/ifoktg.jpg) <br/><br/>OOC: yeah, only this post will be this long, i promise. :)<br/><br/></div></div><strong>Name:</strong>Vexa R<br/><strong>House/Year:</strong>Hufflepuff/4th<br/><strong>Bloodtype:</strong>Pure-blood<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Great Hall, Hufflepuff table<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>open, Basil, maybe Charlize, and tiny Hufflepuff boy NPC<hr/><br/>It was the energy of the hall that weighed down on Vexa. This was the fourth time 'I've been forced to sit through this shit.' It all seemed very 'high-budget'. She was sitting in-between Charlize and a young boy that looked four years younger than he probably was. 'He looks familiar,' Vexa thought, staring into the tiny boy's eyes like a hungry snake trying to decide if it's jaw could open wide enough to eat you. 'too familiar,far too little to be a second year, or a pure blood. Maybe he's my soulmate?' She smiled at the boy, and relief filled his heart. She wanted him to feel welcome, even by the strangest girl at the table. Vexa hadn't been so lucky. She had a stress disorder in this hall. She had dealt with an existential crisis the first time she had been here.<br/><br/><em>"Hufflepuff?! I'm a Slytherin! My family comes from darkness, and pain, what do you know? what do any of you know? I can't believe you rely on such a flawed system! I don't belong here, I never will." </em><br/><br/>Vexa was a quiet girl, and her cries were mostly internal that day, but the people that were sitting beside her had heard her complaints. The word had spread in only weeks, and she excluded herself from day one by socializing with her sister, and all of her sister's friends. Vexa had worn yellow sashes, and yellow jackets with yellow stripes, she wore the Hufflepuff logo with nothing but spite. Young Ms. Gaudia dressed her house-mates with whispers and distrust. Beyond her beauty, she appeared to be an evil person, and she liked people to think that she was. However, another urgent matter was busy with her in the public eye. She had never done anything wrong. She had never<em>really</em>betrayed anyone. She liked to learn, and grow more than she liked to talk and play. She took quidditch too seriously, especially for being a realistically poor player. she was frail, and her sifting grace was the only thing that allowed her to fly with the rest of the house.<br/><br/>It was only recently, at the end of her third year, did she start to understand why she had been placed in this house. She was nothing like her sister. She was too self motivated to belong with anyone, and Hufflepuff were the most conscientious of that. She did belong, but she still didn't like to admit it.<br/><br/>She could feel Basil absorbing her attire, it wasn't a difficult burn to distinguish, other boys found her sexy, but the captain of her quidditch team had the most trouble obscuring his energy. Vexa was hyper-sensitive to him as well. She liked him too, but sexuality was a complicated corner of her mind. She had never found any use for it, that is until recently.<br/><br/>Then the 'masterminds of the free-wizard' decided to remind everyone of how classy they were. Vexa wanted to scoff, but she was too offended. She turned her shoulders to get a better look of the real display in the great hall: The Gryffindor table made her eyes whir into frustration. She despised pride, deeply, and she was shocked at their ability to embarrass themselves.<br/><br/>As the chants rose, the tensions in the hall built higher and higher.<br/><br/>Vexa squeezed at the fabric of her dress, her clothing was mostly traditional: a cloak, a mantle, and a lowered black hood. She felt covered, but the dress underneath was as frail as she was, black and made of something lighter than air. She had wanted to put her hood up, and go without the cloak, but it felt disrespectful.<em>I would if I was a Slytherin'</em>. It was only a few inches longer than mini-skirts and night-gowns.<br/><br/>Nothing much had taken her attention away from her own thoughts, and her obvious discomfort in her chair. She looked at Basil once, a long stare, that she wasn't hiding. Her brow was steady, and her expression was painted with light concern. She didn't look away until he noticed. She felt like she had a lot more to offer this year, 'he should know.'<br/><br/>Her back was straight, shoulders and breathes were low. Vexa's head had been focused downward. She hadn't taken much to eat, and the plate was empty now, and it looked like it had been cleaned. Her dishes were spotless, and stacked, except for a tall drinking glass in her hand that was half full. A tiny whirlpool was in the water, she wasn't paying attention, she was starting to swoon. The longer Basil didn't notice her watching, the more she felt like he never would. She was starting to feel like a fly on the wall. Her concerned look didn't change though, only the water that she wasn't drinking from would give her away; the liquid was accelerating.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">roll for mini water cyclone</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br/>Vexa isn't really doing this spell, she's just losing control of her potential, and she's forcing energy out in a strange enough pattern to twirl the water, so call it what you want, I would roll 3 d6 whether or not i use expertise or projection. <br/><br/>I rolled 3d6 with no bonus dice to keep three, I just did a test roll, because i didn't know where to send it, and if the roll is too low, I guess there's no way to know how excited she is by Basil. :) it's a win win for me.<br/><br/>the results: 2,6,2 = 10</div></div>