Recent content by Beth Titus

"Darling, I'm sorry, but I don't think he's coming." "He is," Beth said in a rather nonchalant manner, stroking the petals of one flower, and watching the tips begin to tint in colour. She turned her eyes on her mother. "Trust me," her eyes stared with certainty, and not a flicker of hesitation...

The sky melted from its early morning grey into a sour blue. The frost atop the buildings had begun to vanish, and the venue for the wedding was all too perfect. Beth stood in the gardens of the old manor house, watching the flowers awakening from their slumber, and the trees shiver as a cold...

[font=germand]The sun rose over the icy Welsh hills as morning dawned upon the residents. The year had spiraled past at light speed, and the day had already arrived. So soon. So young. Yet so certain that this was exactly what she wanted. The green haired girl sighed a smile through her open...

Beth gave the official a sideways from, a little uncertain of what exactly he meant by that question. It did not make her feel at all uncomfortable, and, in fact, she now felt completely at ease beside him, though nowhere near closer to making that apology he was due from her for the tiny red...

That was mean, Beth told herself as she entered the changing room, about to take off her Quidditch team robes, though she faltered. You should go and say sorry to him. "Why?" she unintentionally voiced the thought, though her team seemed too busy shivering and getting ready to head off, to...

"Oh, well then, that's alright." Beth drawled sarcastically, still twitching her wand as she held it against the back of her leg. The quaffle rolled closer and closer. She was no longer frowning, for all her concentration had been drawn to the wand she waved subtly, beckoning the ball to her...

"And why the heck not?" she glowered, lurching towards him, though holding back on thumping the guy, knowing it was not really his fault that things were as they were. "I love the weather, here, it's so much more interesting than the weather back home. It's often so cold, and the snow is snow...

Beth, wielding her broom in one hand with a vice-like grip, moved solidly towards the official, glaring at him as she looked him over. He was just a kid. Just young. Probably new, going by the way he tried to fend off her stare with his clipboard. "Oh," she said sternly, "is that so?" she shook...

The snow muffled her hearing as Beth met up with the rest of the team on the pitch. They muttered among themselves in chilly confusion. "What's the matter?" she asked with a frown, watching the lot of them shivering. She adjusted her eyes to the sky, snow reigning down into them. "Oh, come on,"...

Most of my characters have very few things in common with each other. The only thing I cal really think of is, generally, height: All my adult females (from what I recall*) are at least 5'9". (I'm 5'11ish") My adult males are around 5'10" and up. (All the males in my family are 6 foot, plus. The...

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I've finally gotten around to making this topic. Hooray! As you may (or may not) know, my character, Beth Bastone, and Justin Cliffeton (Zach) run the Hogwarts Monthly. Currently, it's just the two of us, and, at the end of this IC year, it will end up being just Justin.. And that's where YOU...

Beth had been stood by the refreshment table in her anemic-green dress. She had even taken the time to fasten her hair back into a wavy ponytail. In all honesty, the Yule Ball felt vacant of any inviting life, this year. Maybe it was the fact that the absence of her notebook and quill was making...

Last book I read: Chart Throb by Ben Elton. It's about a world in which Chart Throb is the new and improved X Factor, how it's all rigged, and how corrupt the lives of the people involved, are. It was an okay read, but probably my least favourite Ben Elton book. Currently reading: Dipping in...