Guenther Heindrich
January 05, 2008 10:21 AM
anybody find me dance worthy? by Guenther Heindrich
Guenther carefully opened the letter that had arrived with a certain black and white owl that morning. It had been his mother's owl, Loola. He smiled at the bird. What a ridiculous name, but it suited the bird. Loola was probably the silliest owl he had ever come across, but just as the name suited the bird, the bird suited his mother.His mother was obviously very excited and he could barely read her handwriting because of it. She had inevitably heard about the dance and she wanted to know EVERYTHING. Guenther didn't know ANYTHING. He didn't know what he was wearing, didn't know who he was going with, and he certainly had no idea if he would even be ABLE to get a date. "Maybe Ginger will go with me" he muttered.
Kaleb would have never had this problem. If Kaleb was here,
maybe he would have help in getting a date. But Kaleb was six feet under, and that was a factor in his life that he couldn't control. He could control if he got a date or not though. He approached a random girl. "Wou-" he faltered. He hadn't practiced what he was going to say. "Would you like to go to the dance with me?"
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Chelsea Brockert
January 11, 2008 6:53 AM
You'll do. by Chelsea Brockert
Chelsea sat primly in one of the blue arm chairs in Aladren, filing her nails. She had to keep them looking as perfect as possible,without a manicure. Her mom still absolutely refused to let her have one, saying she was too young. Sometimes, Chelsea really hated her family. Oh sure, she loved being a very important pureblood, but the actual members of her family irritated her to no end at times. Didn't her mother understand she had to look her absolute best for the ball? Chelsea had to maintain and even improve her current image, which had taken a setback, thanks to that wretched Nikki Ramirez getting her thrown out of class.Of course, she didn't really expect to have a date at the ball since most eleven and twelve year old boys thought girls were icky yet. Not to mention the guys in her class were not Chelsea's type at all. She had definite criteria and none of them met it. As for the older boys, she was realistic enough to realize that no matter how fabulous she was, older boys simply didn't want twelve year olds.
That didn't mean Chelsea couldn't still look stunning. She had the best dress and perfect shoes for it. The one thing that truly worried her was how she was going to do her hair. There was simply no way she could get to a professional and Chelsea didn't really think that there was anyone in Aladren who was capable of it. Same with make-up. Being that she was also not allowed to wear it and did not have any, Chelsea planned to use someone else's. Hopefully, Anabel or Holly had some. She wasn't worried about anyone telling her parents. Whatever else she thought about her siblings, they weren't tattletales.
"Would you like to go to the dance with me?"
Chelsea looked up, way up, to see a very tall guy standing there. As there were no other girls in their immediate vicinity, she could only figure he was asking her. The first year considered for a moment. After all, she didn't know this guy's name, which meant she didn't know his background. What if he wasn't from a good pureblood family? On the other hand, he was clearly older than her, possibly in Kaylie's class or a seventh year. That was fairly impressive. "Of course I would. My name is Chelsea Brockert, of the Colorado Brockerts and you are?" If he was from an important family, so much the better.
OOC-Guenther, I'm not really sure your background either. Is he from a "good pureblood family"? That will help me with Chelsea's reaction. Thanks.
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You'll do.
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Guenther Heindrich
March 23, 2008 12:04 AM
REALLY? by Guenther Heindrich
(OOC:He's a half-blood...his mom's a witch...dad's a muggle...sorry...I haven't been able to get on the computer for awhile.)Guenther blinked for a second and then grinned. He didn't figure it would be that easy. The butterflies were gone from his stomach and he had this sudden rush of energy. "My name's Guenther Heindrich." He shrugged. "Obviously a German name. Are you related to Adam?"
She seemed to him to be very different from Adam, so it was hard to imagine that they were related, but there was a good chance that they were.
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Chelsea
March 25, 2008 11:46 PM
Sure by Chelsea
Heindrich...it only sounded vaguely familiar. Perhaps Guenther was a foreign pureblood. As he said, it was an obviously German name. It certainly wasn't a well-known name here in the United States. Chelsea couldn't imagine where she would have heard it before though if he wasn't from some minor or foreign family."Obviously a German name. Are you related to Adam?"
Oh, Merlin, so that had to be where she'd heard the name Heindrich, from Adam. Chelsea barely paid attention when her brother talked unless she felt like tormenting him and he spoke so rarely in her presence anyway, possibly for that very reason. The only names of interest Chelsea had ever heard him mention were Spindler, St. Martin and Carey. Guenther's last name hadn't really even registered then.
But still, Guenther was three years older than her and even if he wasn't pure, it wasn't the end of the world. Holly wasn't from a pureblood background either and Chelsea liked her just fine. It wasn't as if she had to marry him or anything, just go to the dance with him. Plus, well, he was three years older than her and that was impressive, no matter what his background. "Yes, he's my brother." Chelsea said, not allowing her usual disdain for Adam to seep out, in the rare event that Guenther actually liked her brother.
OOC-It's fine. I'm glad you're back though. :) I'm going to just go ahead and post at the ball as it's up.
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