Post by Limstella Renliae on Sept 25, 2009 14:12:02 GMT -5
Is this stereotypical?
This is so stereotypical.
It could have been, to find a ravenclaw perched with little balance on a bookshelf within a library. Maybe so, but if you happened to think carefully (as any good ravenclaw would) you would notice the few things separating that stereotype from Limstella. One, any good ravenclaw would have used a simple summoning spell instead of scrambling eight feet or so up a wooden, shaking, bookcase to reach the top books. Two, any good ravenclaw up there (having failed to master the spell and resorted to low-key manual methods?) would be there to retrieve and to read the novels and literature scrolls available. They would not have clambered up to sit and judge each book by its title and cover before letting it drop to the library floor below and crawling along the ledge to the next row of victimized writings. And three, any good ravenclaw looked intelligent; they had neatly styles hair of natural shades; polite expressions of interest; perhaps a pair of small reading glasses; and dull fade-into-the-background clothes.
Now, as if to counter purposely that last point, the young girl's hair was freshly dyed -a deep crimson-orange color with white-blue ring-tails framing her face- and feathered into overlarge ringlets as it neared the ends of each strand. She raised a lithe hand to her lips as they parted in an exaggerated yawn, flicking the next chunk of words to the ground with a slightly bored smile and pushed her glasses back up into her hair. Glasses yes, but with over-sized red frames and, ironically, no lenses. The scarlet spectacles did little to improve sight, only to compliment the violently crimson tutu-skirt she wore with her knee-high cobalt socks to match the plain white shirt and blue ravenclaw tie. Around her neck, that musical belt from before had been transfigured to form a small chocker chain still emblazoned with whichever muggle-band her music player decided to switch to at that moment. And just.... just to finish it off, there was also those glittering ruby slippers she liked to pretend would sweep her back off her feet to Kansas......
Or wherever the hell she was from.
Oh, yeah, and the card-deck was somewhere around too.
Plucking the lone book left on the shelf from its solitary (and dusty) position, she glanced over the cover with a lofty sigh. "Thanatos in Tartaros," she read off, pursing full lips into a slightly sultry pout which was intended to remain disappointed. Glancing over the dark, faded image of the cover, she could make out what looked, to her, like the wilting hand of a man protruding from some bar-lined trapdoor in the ground. With a small wrinkle of her nose, she sat up and swung her legs over the side so that they dangled down. As long as no-one stood directly below her and looked up, she'd be fine. Not that Stella particularly cared.
"Sorry, Thanatos, you look a little too grim," she beamed and her icy gaze followed the work down as it tumbled into the excessive pile of tomes below. She'd put them back, eventually, when she got around to it... probably.
And now to jump from 'T' back to 'S' and search there.
DERP!
This is so stereotypical.
It could have been, to find a ravenclaw perched with little balance on a bookshelf within a library. Maybe so, but if you happened to think carefully (as any good ravenclaw would) you would notice the few things separating that stereotype from Limstella. One, any good ravenclaw would have used a simple summoning spell instead of scrambling eight feet or so up a wooden, shaking, bookcase to reach the top books. Two, any good ravenclaw up there (having failed to master the spell and resorted to low-key manual methods?) would be there to retrieve and to read the novels and literature scrolls available. They would not have clambered up to sit and judge each book by its title and cover before letting it drop to the library floor below and crawling along the ledge to the next row of victimized writings. And three, any good ravenclaw looked intelligent; they had neatly styles hair of natural shades; polite expressions of interest; perhaps a pair of small reading glasses; and dull fade-into-the-background clothes.
Now, as if to counter purposely that last point, the young girl's hair was freshly dyed -a deep crimson-orange color with white-blue ring-tails framing her face- and feathered into overlarge ringlets as it neared the ends of each strand. She raised a lithe hand to her lips as they parted in an exaggerated yawn, flicking the next chunk of words to the ground with a slightly bored smile and pushed her glasses back up into her hair. Glasses yes, but with over-sized red frames and, ironically, no lenses. The scarlet spectacles did little to improve sight, only to compliment the violently crimson tutu-skirt she wore with her knee-high cobalt socks to match the plain white shirt and blue ravenclaw tie. Around her neck, that musical belt from before had been transfigured to form a small chocker chain still emblazoned with whichever muggle-band her music player decided to switch to at that moment. And just.... just to finish it off, there was also those glittering ruby slippers she liked to pretend would sweep her back off her feet to Kansas......
Or wherever the hell she was from.
Oh, yeah, and the card-deck was somewhere around too.
Plucking the lone book left on the shelf from its solitary (and dusty) position, she glanced over the cover with a lofty sigh. "Thanatos in Tartaros," she read off, pursing full lips into a slightly sultry pout which was intended to remain disappointed. Glancing over the dark, faded image of the cover, she could make out what looked, to her, like the wilting hand of a man protruding from some bar-lined trapdoor in the ground. With a small wrinkle of her nose, she sat up and swung her legs over the side so that they dangled down. As long as no-one stood directly below her and looked up, she'd be fine. Not that Stella particularly cared.
"Sorry, Thanatos, you look a little too grim," she beamed and her icy gaze followed the work down as it tumbled into the excessive pile of tomes below. She'd put them back, eventually, when she got around to it... probably.
And now to jump from 'T' back to 'S' and search there.
DERP!