Post by Eliza Wickham on Mar 16, 2007 10:17:15 GMT -5
Accepted
Gabrielle Blagden
Name: Jessica
Other characters on the board: Kalista Marcus, Timothy Holt
Are you over 13?: Yes
Name: Eliza “Liz” Wickham
Age: 18
Year in Salem: Senior
Gender: Female
Birthday/Sign: August 2, 1979 / Leo
Blood Type/Purity: Half-blood
Family Members:
Father: Quentin Wickham (47)
Mother: Sarah Wickham (Deceased: October 29, 1983)
Sister: Cassidy Wickham (15)
Appearance:
Personality:
She’s a spitfire, that’s for sure. Bold and assertive, Eliza is almost always getting into trouble or doing something to make people raise their eyebrows. Although she might seem a bit mean, she doesn’t usually mean much of anything offensively. She prefers to make people happy, or just not be mean spirited. Granted, if someone gets on her bad side, she will hold a grudge and in that case, she might go out of her way to make someone a bit miserable. It’s part of that classic Leo anger that makes her that way.
But, she usually doesn’t stay boiling mad for too long. Sure, she’ll dislike you, but there won’t be a vehement hatred. This temper can get her into trouble, as she (at times) results to using her fists to solve her problem, but more often than not, she’ll just avoid the confrontation all together. She’s gregarious and loves to be around people, and most of all loves to lead. Eliza will drag people along with her on her adventures if she has to, just so that she won’t have to go it alone. Not to say she isn’t independent, but she can usually find someone to get into trouble with.
She’s the complete contrast to her sister. She likes to get outside and be dirty; she loves playing “boy” games, and prefers working with her hands more than anything else. At times, she can be bossy and arrogant, but again, she doesn’t mean it in a manner to be mean or spiteful (most of the time). She would give someone the clothes off her back if she needed to, she’s just got such a strong personality that she might be a bit overwhelming to people at first.
Liz is genuinely a good person and has a big personality for anyone to handle. She can be a girl sometimes though, and would surprise those that think any differently. Religion is still strong in her life, although not as much as before, and she takes charge and does what she needs to do – rolling her sleeves up and getting dirty when the time affords her. She’s a whirlwind, but once you get caught up with her, you can’t help but enjoy the ride.
History:
After meeting in at the Salem Witches Institute, Quentin and Sarah Wickham knew that they were perfect for one another. They bonded over their love of animals and in their magizoology class they became close friends and then started dating. In their senior year Quentin asked Sarah to marry him and she agreed, saying they would be married as soon as they graduated. That was fine by him, knowing that they needed to finish their education before they started a new life. But when they did graduate and got married, they couldn’t have been happier.
They didn’t even have to look for a home. California was the only place sensible for Quentin and Sarah Wickham to live when they started their lives together. Inheriting the family horse business near a heavily wizard populated area, Quentin took over the Wickham Farms. Now, it is to be known that Quentin didn’t exactly own a regular horse farm. Not only did he own and breed regular horses (for pleasure riding, muggle racing, and profit), but also Granians (fast, grey winged horses – built like a thoroughbred) for wizarding profit. Also, the staff is purely witches and wizards. Any muggle business isn't handled on the farm, but rather at shows or races. Quentin earned quite a reputation for running such a "secret" farm, of course, if only the muggles knew the rest of the story.
And muggles aren’t the only ones to enjoy horse racing. Sure, the style is different with wizards, but like any other sport, there are followers. Wickhams’s horses are some of the finest in the business and are worth a mint of money to any racer who knows what he’s doing. Not only did Quentin and his father breed some fine muggle race horses on their grounds, but his newest Granians are looking like future winners.
But, getting back to the story at hand… Quentin and Sarah had been trying to have children for three years before Eliza was conceived and finally receiving her into their lives was a blessing. Now, being that they were horse breeders, Quentin took extra care to make sure Sarah didn’t put herself in any danger, meaning that she wasn’t allowed to really ride the horses or do any labor requiring lifting until after the baby was born.
She didn’t appreciate this kind of treatment, seeing as though it was her passion to take care of the horses, but the baby’s safety and health was far more important than a daily ride. Besides, she knew as long as the baby was healthy, she could give their child the love of the animals that they had. So, on September 29, 1979, they welcomed little Eliza (named for Quentin’s mother) into the world. With her bright red hair and green eyes, she was a ball of energy her entire life.
The new baby brought joy into the house. Quentin and Sarah couldn’t be happier with their little girl. As soon as she learned to walk she was everywhere. Her outgoing temperament and happiness from her childhood continued and two years after Eliza, Cassidy was born. Unlike Eliza, Cassidy formed a distinctly different personality from birth. She was quiet, sensitive, and very shy whereas Eliza, at two, was already exploring and outgoing. The fairer of the two (blonde and blue eyed), stayed close to their mother whereas Eliza wanted to be independent even faster.
However, when Eliza was two and a half, Sarah developed breast cancer and passed away only six months after her diagnosis. That left Quentin at an awful disadvantage; two girls – one only six months old – to raise, a horse farm, bills to pay, and grief to deal with all at the same time. He couldn’t give up though and he didn’t. He got on his feet and pressed on despite the loss and knew that he had to live for his girls and their prosperity. So, he continued on and hired a nanny, Helen (a kindly older witch) to help with the girls.
Of course, Eliza was a bit tough for her to handle. The little girl wanted to help daddy with the horses, a real daddy’s girl, actually. While Cassidy wanted to stay inside, Eliza yearned to be outside and petting the horses or sitting on the pony, Domino, while her dad would walk him around the little ring.
Now, living in a mostly rural area didn't bring many oppurtunities for either of the girls to meet other people. But, going to town on weekend mornings and afternoons made up for the solitude of the farm life. Of course, on those "special" Sundays, she was dragged, kicking and screaming while innocent little Cassidy would come along, looking pretty in her pink dresses with blonde curls. Liz wasn’t standing for it. So, rather than being a fly on the wall in a dress, while most of the little girls would stand with their parents or play hopscotch, Eliza would break free and go try to play with the boys.
None of them appreciated it much, but after proving how strong she was (also known as beating the living daylights out of three of them – while wearing a dress) she was begrudgingly allowed to play. She got in on games of war, army, marbles, and every other game the boys in town played. When they got older, they also started to horse race, muggle and winged horses alike. One of her horses, a thoroughbred, affectionately named Mango, beat out a lot of the boys. Plus, Eliza’s horse handling was almost unrivalled.
As the girls got older, Quentin had to make sure his girls knew about the wonderful woman who had brought them into the world. He made sure to show them every picture, tell every story, and make them “know” their mom like she was still there. He refused to get married again, saying that it wasn’t fair to the girls or Sarah and when the girls got old enough, he explained to them about magic and the differences between witches, wizards, and muggles. It was hard for them to grasp, seeing as though they were so used to the concepts, but they learned the rules and differences that applied to them and the non-magical people around them.
Eliza though, she didn’t much care. She was rather indifferent to that whole mess. She just wanted to know the best way to take care of the horses that she loved. Cassidy was much more interested in the witchcraft thing and took a far greater interest in pursuing it academically. Eliza was more into looking for the easy ways to just apply it. She didn’t want to have to just read about it – which was why she was rather ecstatic to go to her coven school and get hands-on learning.
She met a lot of new people and well, being as outgoing as she was, it wasn’t hard for her to make new friends and have fun with these new people she was around. She didn’t pay much attention to her schoolwork, except for magizoology, but luckily, she was rather intelligent to begin with so she managed to scrounge up the grades that weren’t as important to her. She just wanted to get into SWIM, which was all she really cared about.
And her test scores allowed her to be accepted. Cassidy was two years behind her, so she was still attended the coven school when Eliza went to SWIM. Quentin was extremely happy to see his girls succeeding. It made him feel like he was doing the right thing and that perhaps Sarah always had his hand on her shoulder, like she was guiding him along. He liked to think that way.
The shift from West Coast to East Coast living was a tough one. It was different in a lot of respects. People talked different, acted differently, spent money differently, and definetely dressed differently. It was a bit overwhelming, but that didn't stop Eliza. She learned, not that she changed herself, but she did what she could to get friends - an easy task for someone as out-going as Eliza was. But, after getting there, the years at school went by relatively uneventful – in the classroom anyway.
Outside of class, Eliza and her friends caused more trouble than they were worth. Being unable to really stay inside or be bored for long periods of time, Eliza has seen her share of detentions. Of course, this mortifies her younger sister, but Liz doesn’t care. She’s a “free” spirit and likes to do what she wants. Her grades are pretty decent, but she always gives her best in Magizoology. Since it’s what she wants to go into, she wants to be as well versed in the subject as possible.
The attack on the school didn’t do much to deter Liz from returning and Quentin wasn’t going to refuse to send her. An education was far more important to him than the group of punks who thought they were going to bully anybody. Liz wanted to finish school and be with her friends. The gregarious redhead also thought she was tough enough to handle anything. People, like lightening, seldom strike in the same place twice, so she returned to school without being too nervous, or too concerned that it would happen again.
Now, as a senior, she’s just focusing on getting her arse out of school without getting into too much more trouble. She doesn’t want to risk not being able to graduate because of some stupid thing. Granted, it wouldn’t stop her from getting in any sort of trouble at all, but she’s watching her steps more closely. Plus, she’s actually attempting to study a little harder. Her grades weren’t so impressive in past years, except in Magizoology, so she’d like to step it up a bit. No one wants to buy anything from a dummy. Of course, as she’ll tell you, she’s not dumb – she’s just a bit lazy and things that don’t apply to her, she just doesn’t pay attention to.
Likes: Horses (normal and winged), mostly all animals, being outdoors, hard work, loyalty, memories, sunny days, working with her hands, her sister (sometimes), grass stains
Dislikes: Thunder storms, being inside too long, book work, fur clothing, her sister (sometimes), make-up, hair products, dressing up
Best Subject: Magizoology
Special Abilities: She has special connections with animals
Hopes and Dreams: Managing/Owning Wickham Farms since she can’t be a jockey herself.
Wand: 11 inches, elder wood, hair from Granian tail
Broom: A beat up Phantom Phlyer.
Pet: A stable full of horses, barn cats, and dogs back in California; but at Salem, she has a Barn Owl named “Scud”
SMART Scores:
Wand Work: E
Alchemy: A
Magizoology: O
Astronomy: A
ADEPT Scores:
- Transfiguration: A
- Alchemy: E
- Practical Magic: A
- Herbology: E
- Defensive Magic: E
- Astronomy: P
- Magical History: D
- Elective 1: Magizoology: O
- Elective 2: Muggle Studies: O
Word Verification: *Shh*
Writing Sample:
Eliza was a girl with a sense of adventure. Now, being as adventurous as she was, she couldn’t be stopped from trying to venture outside. She had heard, through the grapevine, that there was a gytrash around outside and she had to see it. She had read about them in her Magizoology book and she was more than curious to see what one looked like.
Sure, rumors were unreliable, but with any luck, she could go down – disprove the rumor and go back to the dorm without being caught. Moving quietly, she looked around the corner and saw that there was no one coming. She didn’t want to be seen! She had to see the gytrash! So, she had taken every precaution necessary to for going out on this little venture. Her hair was tied back and put into a loose bun, hanging by her neck. Her whole body was clad in black and she had on a pair of black sneakers she had “borrowed” from Cassidy.
She also had on a black knitted hat, a gift from Helen, to hide the shining red hair upon her head. It was hard having red hair sometimes, it caught the light at the most inconvenient times, but Eliza wasn’t about to let that stop her. She just had to be creative, and creative she was. So, continuing to sneak around, she ducked around the corner and moved along the wall as slowly and quietly as possible. Noises would be bad, so she tried to not make them, but as soon as she struck her knee against a side table, she let out a howl of pain, immediately clasping her hands over her mouth.
Cursing into her hands she ducked down and listened as the hall monitor called out for her. She couldn’t believe she had done that. Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! she repeated over and over in her head. But, she remained as quiet as possible, hoping the hall monitor would just walk past. But, as the footsteps neared, her hopes were dashed. She hated being so tall – her head poked over the top of the side table and her feet stuck out from in front of it, making it quite difficult, and ultimately impossible for her to sneak out.
”What are you doing?”
Eliza winced at the sharp tone of her voice and stood, rather displeased with the fact that she had been stupid enough to get caught this time. There was no chance in Hell she would get to see the gytrash now! “Going…to the kitchen,” that would be good! Yes, she was going to the kitchen. Now the wheels in her mind were working and she went on. “I have a sugar problem, you know. Can’t go too long without eating or I just get sick everywhere,” she explained, gesticulating quite emphatically – something she did when she was lying.
And the hall monitor seemed to know she was lying too. Eliza should have known better, she ran into this girl before. Cursing herself once again, she winced as the house points got detracted and she was sent packing back to her dorm, escorted by a rough hand to her arm – like she was some sort of little girl. If she wasn’t afraid of getting expelled (something she had to be extremely conscious of now), she would have clear knocked her block off with a fist to the face, but Liz decided against it. She’d just find another way out another night and see it – just never take that route again.
Some witches, they just had their brooms so far up – well, Eliza knew what she wanted to say out loud, but refrained and continued the march as she did - that dreadful funeral dirge playing over and over in her head.
Gabrielle Blagden
Name: Jessica
Other characters on the board: Kalista Marcus, Timothy Holt
Are you over 13?: Yes
Name: Eliza “Liz” Wickham
Age: 18
Year in Salem: Senior
Gender: Female
Birthday/Sign: August 2, 1979 / Leo
Blood Type/Purity: Half-blood
Family Members:
Father: Quentin Wickham (47)
Mother: Sarah Wickham (Deceased: October 29, 1983)
Sister: Cassidy Wickham (15)
Appearance:
- Hair Color and Style: Eliza has long red hair. It’s usually worn tied back or just hanging down loose. It’s rather straight most of the time, but if Cassidy has her way, she’ll curl it sometimes.
- Eye Color: She has green eyes with golden flecks around the center, just like her mom.
- Height and Build: Eliza, like her dad, is actually rather tall. She’s about five feet eight inches tall and built like a horseback rider. She’s got very long legs and a strong, but lean build.
- Regular clothing style: Usually jeans and a t-shirt, whatever she has that is most comfortable for riding. At school, she wears her uniform but on the weekends she’ll bust out her jeans and shorts. She’s not one for dressing up, ever, and would prefer to be in her riding clothes than anything else.
- Other characteristics: She had a nose piercing once, but her dad made her get rid of it. Although she’s got red hair and green eyes, she doesn’t have freckles. She managed to get away from having that.
Personality:
She’s a spitfire, that’s for sure. Bold and assertive, Eliza is almost always getting into trouble or doing something to make people raise their eyebrows. Although she might seem a bit mean, she doesn’t usually mean much of anything offensively. She prefers to make people happy, or just not be mean spirited. Granted, if someone gets on her bad side, she will hold a grudge and in that case, she might go out of her way to make someone a bit miserable. It’s part of that classic Leo anger that makes her that way.
But, she usually doesn’t stay boiling mad for too long. Sure, she’ll dislike you, but there won’t be a vehement hatred. This temper can get her into trouble, as she (at times) results to using her fists to solve her problem, but more often than not, she’ll just avoid the confrontation all together. She’s gregarious and loves to be around people, and most of all loves to lead. Eliza will drag people along with her on her adventures if she has to, just so that she won’t have to go it alone. Not to say she isn’t independent, but she can usually find someone to get into trouble with.
She’s the complete contrast to her sister. She likes to get outside and be dirty; she loves playing “boy” games, and prefers working with her hands more than anything else. At times, she can be bossy and arrogant, but again, she doesn’t mean it in a manner to be mean or spiteful (most of the time). She would give someone the clothes off her back if she needed to, she’s just got such a strong personality that she might be a bit overwhelming to people at first.
Liz is genuinely a good person and has a big personality for anyone to handle. She can be a girl sometimes though, and would surprise those that think any differently. Religion is still strong in her life, although not as much as before, and she takes charge and does what she needs to do – rolling her sleeves up and getting dirty when the time affords her. She’s a whirlwind, but once you get caught up with her, you can’t help but enjoy the ride.
History:
After meeting in at the Salem Witches Institute, Quentin and Sarah Wickham knew that they were perfect for one another. They bonded over their love of animals and in their magizoology class they became close friends and then started dating. In their senior year Quentin asked Sarah to marry him and she agreed, saying they would be married as soon as they graduated. That was fine by him, knowing that they needed to finish their education before they started a new life. But when they did graduate and got married, they couldn’t have been happier.
They didn’t even have to look for a home. California was the only place sensible for Quentin and Sarah Wickham to live when they started their lives together. Inheriting the family horse business near a heavily wizard populated area, Quentin took over the Wickham Farms. Now, it is to be known that Quentin didn’t exactly own a regular horse farm. Not only did he own and breed regular horses (for pleasure riding, muggle racing, and profit), but also Granians (fast, grey winged horses – built like a thoroughbred) for wizarding profit. Also, the staff is purely witches and wizards. Any muggle business isn't handled on the farm, but rather at shows or races. Quentin earned quite a reputation for running such a "secret" farm, of course, if only the muggles knew the rest of the story.
And muggles aren’t the only ones to enjoy horse racing. Sure, the style is different with wizards, but like any other sport, there are followers. Wickhams’s horses are some of the finest in the business and are worth a mint of money to any racer who knows what he’s doing. Not only did Quentin and his father breed some fine muggle race horses on their grounds, but his newest Granians are looking like future winners.
But, getting back to the story at hand… Quentin and Sarah had been trying to have children for three years before Eliza was conceived and finally receiving her into their lives was a blessing. Now, being that they were horse breeders, Quentin took extra care to make sure Sarah didn’t put herself in any danger, meaning that she wasn’t allowed to really ride the horses or do any labor requiring lifting until after the baby was born.
She didn’t appreciate this kind of treatment, seeing as though it was her passion to take care of the horses, but the baby’s safety and health was far more important than a daily ride. Besides, she knew as long as the baby was healthy, she could give their child the love of the animals that they had. So, on September 29, 1979, they welcomed little Eliza (named for Quentin’s mother) into the world. With her bright red hair and green eyes, she was a ball of energy her entire life.
The new baby brought joy into the house. Quentin and Sarah couldn’t be happier with their little girl. As soon as she learned to walk she was everywhere. Her outgoing temperament and happiness from her childhood continued and two years after Eliza, Cassidy was born. Unlike Eliza, Cassidy formed a distinctly different personality from birth. She was quiet, sensitive, and very shy whereas Eliza, at two, was already exploring and outgoing. The fairer of the two (blonde and blue eyed), stayed close to their mother whereas Eliza wanted to be independent even faster.
However, when Eliza was two and a half, Sarah developed breast cancer and passed away only six months after her diagnosis. That left Quentin at an awful disadvantage; two girls – one only six months old – to raise, a horse farm, bills to pay, and grief to deal with all at the same time. He couldn’t give up though and he didn’t. He got on his feet and pressed on despite the loss and knew that he had to live for his girls and their prosperity. So, he continued on and hired a nanny, Helen (a kindly older witch) to help with the girls.
Of course, Eliza was a bit tough for her to handle. The little girl wanted to help daddy with the horses, a real daddy’s girl, actually. While Cassidy wanted to stay inside, Eliza yearned to be outside and petting the horses or sitting on the pony, Domino, while her dad would walk him around the little ring.
Now, living in a mostly rural area didn't bring many oppurtunities for either of the girls to meet other people. But, going to town on weekend mornings and afternoons made up for the solitude of the farm life. Of course, on those "special" Sundays, she was dragged, kicking and screaming while innocent little Cassidy would come along, looking pretty in her pink dresses with blonde curls. Liz wasn’t standing for it. So, rather than being a fly on the wall in a dress, while most of the little girls would stand with their parents or play hopscotch, Eliza would break free and go try to play with the boys.
None of them appreciated it much, but after proving how strong she was (also known as beating the living daylights out of three of them – while wearing a dress) she was begrudgingly allowed to play. She got in on games of war, army, marbles, and every other game the boys in town played. When they got older, they also started to horse race, muggle and winged horses alike. One of her horses, a thoroughbred, affectionately named Mango, beat out a lot of the boys. Plus, Eliza’s horse handling was almost unrivalled.
As the girls got older, Quentin had to make sure his girls knew about the wonderful woman who had brought them into the world. He made sure to show them every picture, tell every story, and make them “know” their mom like she was still there. He refused to get married again, saying that it wasn’t fair to the girls or Sarah and when the girls got old enough, he explained to them about magic and the differences between witches, wizards, and muggles. It was hard for them to grasp, seeing as though they were so used to the concepts, but they learned the rules and differences that applied to them and the non-magical people around them.
Eliza though, she didn’t much care. She was rather indifferent to that whole mess. She just wanted to know the best way to take care of the horses that she loved. Cassidy was much more interested in the witchcraft thing and took a far greater interest in pursuing it academically. Eliza was more into looking for the easy ways to just apply it. She didn’t want to have to just read about it – which was why she was rather ecstatic to go to her coven school and get hands-on learning.
She met a lot of new people and well, being as outgoing as she was, it wasn’t hard for her to make new friends and have fun with these new people she was around. She didn’t pay much attention to her schoolwork, except for magizoology, but luckily, she was rather intelligent to begin with so she managed to scrounge up the grades that weren’t as important to her. She just wanted to get into SWIM, which was all she really cared about.
And her test scores allowed her to be accepted. Cassidy was two years behind her, so she was still attended the coven school when Eliza went to SWIM. Quentin was extremely happy to see his girls succeeding. It made him feel like he was doing the right thing and that perhaps Sarah always had his hand on her shoulder, like she was guiding him along. He liked to think that way.
The shift from West Coast to East Coast living was a tough one. It was different in a lot of respects. People talked different, acted differently, spent money differently, and definetely dressed differently. It was a bit overwhelming, but that didn't stop Eliza. She learned, not that she changed herself, but she did what she could to get friends - an easy task for someone as out-going as Eliza was. But, after getting there, the years at school went by relatively uneventful – in the classroom anyway.
Outside of class, Eliza and her friends caused more trouble than they were worth. Being unable to really stay inside or be bored for long periods of time, Eliza has seen her share of detentions. Of course, this mortifies her younger sister, but Liz doesn’t care. She’s a “free” spirit and likes to do what she wants. Her grades are pretty decent, but she always gives her best in Magizoology. Since it’s what she wants to go into, she wants to be as well versed in the subject as possible.
The attack on the school didn’t do much to deter Liz from returning and Quentin wasn’t going to refuse to send her. An education was far more important to him than the group of punks who thought they were going to bully anybody. Liz wanted to finish school and be with her friends. The gregarious redhead also thought she was tough enough to handle anything. People, like lightening, seldom strike in the same place twice, so she returned to school without being too nervous, or too concerned that it would happen again.
Now, as a senior, she’s just focusing on getting her arse out of school without getting into too much more trouble. She doesn’t want to risk not being able to graduate because of some stupid thing. Granted, it wouldn’t stop her from getting in any sort of trouble at all, but she’s watching her steps more closely. Plus, she’s actually attempting to study a little harder. Her grades weren’t so impressive in past years, except in Magizoology, so she’d like to step it up a bit. No one wants to buy anything from a dummy. Of course, as she’ll tell you, she’s not dumb – she’s just a bit lazy and things that don’t apply to her, she just doesn’t pay attention to.
Likes: Horses (normal and winged), mostly all animals, being outdoors, hard work, loyalty, memories, sunny days, working with her hands, her sister (sometimes), grass stains
Dislikes: Thunder storms, being inside too long, book work, fur clothing, her sister (sometimes), make-up, hair products, dressing up
Best Subject: Magizoology
Special Abilities: She has special connections with animals
Hopes and Dreams: Managing/Owning Wickham Farms since she can’t be a jockey herself.
Wand: 11 inches, elder wood, hair from Granian tail
Broom: A beat up Phantom Phlyer.
Pet: A stable full of horses, barn cats, and dogs back in California; but at Salem, she has a Barn Owl named “Scud”
SMART Scores:
Wand Work: E
Alchemy: A
Magizoology: O
Astronomy: A
ADEPT Scores:
- Transfiguration: A
- Alchemy: E
- Practical Magic: A
- Herbology: E
- Defensive Magic: E
- Astronomy: P
- Magical History: D
- Elective 1: Magizoology: O
- Elective 2: Muggle Studies: O
Word Verification: *Shh*
Writing Sample:
Eliza was a girl with a sense of adventure. Now, being as adventurous as she was, she couldn’t be stopped from trying to venture outside. She had heard, through the grapevine, that there was a gytrash around outside and she had to see it. She had read about them in her Magizoology book and she was more than curious to see what one looked like.
Sure, rumors were unreliable, but with any luck, she could go down – disprove the rumor and go back to the dorm without being caught. Moving quietly, she looked around the corner and saw that there was no one coming. She didn’t want to be seen! She had to see the gytrash! So, she had taken every precaution necessary to for going out on this little venture. Her hair was tied back and put into a loose bun, hanging by her neck. Her whole body was clad in black and she had on a pair of black sneakers she had “borrowed” from Cassidy.
She also had on a black knitted hat, a gift from Helen, to hide the shining red hair upon her head. It was hard having red hair sometimes, it caught the light at the most inconvenient times, but Eliza wasn’t about to let that stop her. She just had to be creative, and creative she was. So, continuing to sneak around, she ducked around the corner and moved along the wall as slowly and quietly as possible. Noises would be bad, so she tried to not make them, but as soon as she struck her knee against a side table, she let out a howl of pain, immediately clasping her hands over her mouth.
Cursing into her hands she ducked down and listened as the hall monitor called out for her. She couldn’t believe she had done that. Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! she repeated over and over in her head. But, she remained as quiet as possible, hoping the hall monitor would just walk past. But, as the footsteps neared, her hopes were dashed. She hated being so tall – her head poked over the top of the side table and her feet stuck out from in front of it, making it quite difficult, and ultimately impossible for her to sneak out.
”What are you doing?”
Eliza winced at the sharp tone of her voice and stood, rather displeased with the fact that she had been stupid enough to get caught this time. There was no chance in Hell she would get to see the gytrash now! “Going…to the kitchen,” that would be good! Yes, she was going to the kitchen. Now the wheels in her mind were working and she went on. “I have a sugar problem, you know. Can’t go too long without eating or I just get sick everywhere,” she explained, gesticulating quite emphatically – something she did when she was lying.
And the hall monitor seemed to know she was lying too. Eliza should have known better, she ran into this girl before. Cursing herself once again, she winced as the house points got detracted and she was sent packing back to her dorm, escorted by a rough hand to her arm – like she was some sort of little girl. If she wasn’t afraid of getting expelled (something she had to be extremely conscious of now), she would have clear knocked her block off with a fist to the face, but Liz decided against it. She’d just find another way out another night and see it – just never take that route again.
Some witches, they just had their brooms so far up – well, Eliza knew what she wanted to say out loud, but refrained and continued the march as she did - that dreadful funeral dirge playing over and over in her head.