Recent content by Christina Le Fevre

Christina's cheeks were delicately pink. It brought out the blue of her eyes more and she smiled at Pippin, stretching her soft pink-red lips. "Je suis un troisième an." She said to Antoinette, "J'apprendrai l'anglais l'année prochaine.. Au moins, j'espère à." At that point, she turned her head...

Christina's eyes widened at what was going on. It was unexpected but not completely.. Well, a boy as nice as Pippin seemed to be must have crazy parents. And then the woman spoke to her. Christina gave her a small, sympathetic smile. Though she couldn't sympathize really; she hadn't got a...

Christina was glad that Pippin seemed to have understood her but.. Now she had to try and understand him.. arrow? Pointing? House? Yes. House. She watched his other mimes. Was he saying he lived nearby, then? Yes. Surely. And then she could see smoke coming from somewhere. She watched his next...

Christina smiled upon hearing the boy- Pippin's name. She began to giggle at the boys next words, the back of her petit hand raising to her mouth to hold in further giggling. Christina was a small girl- Alright, she was average height but she was quite thin with it. She didn't eat much. She...

Christina lowered her wand a little but not very much. She raised an eyebrow at him. It was a pity she couldn't speak English.. But she could understand it. "Tu ne vas pas me faire mal?" She asked, her voice now calmer and less threatening. She had been startled but the boy didn't seem such a...

With the Tri-Wizard Tournament going on at Beauxbatons, Christina found people noticed her even less than usual. Most people may have found this upsetting but Christina thought it brilliant- She could finally explore the forest without fear of being caught by a Professor. Christina skipped...

It was March and the weather was truly beautiful. The Beauxbatons had their weekend at the local town currently and Christina had decided to go this time. She was a little nervous, not having any friends to hang around with- She pushed them away through fear of losing them- and so she sat in a...

Christina gave the girl a weak smile. There was a loud cheer and then footsteps as one of the social workers made her way towards Christina. "Dinner" The social worker said, pointing to her mouth and miming eating. This was how Christina was learning English. She sighed and nodded to the social...

"Christina Le Fevre." Christina said in her french accent. She looked directly into the girl's eyes and held her gaze for a moment. "What is wrong with me?" she managed to say. Christina knew a small amount of English.

Christina turned to the girl and gave her a slight lopsided look. "Je manque ma maman," Christina sighed and fiddled with her hair, "Maintenant je suis suppose pour obtenir adopté mais personne ne me veut. Les choses étranges continuent à arriver à moi." And the truth was; A lot of strange...

Christina missed her mother. Her father had dissapeared after Veronique's death. Now Christina was stuck in a children's home. She in the window on the third floor of the children's home. She had none of her posessions except the doll she had recieved one birthday. Christina sighed as she...

Christina sat in her room, cuddling a pale blue teddy bear. Outside, the sky was dark and grey and the ground had a neat blanket of snow. It was 6am. Christina wanted to play outside but she couldn't if her mother wasn't awake and she could only wake her at 6:30. To a four year old, 6:30 takes a...

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Christina pouted and folded her arms. "I want a magic stick like daddy's.. His made the bench better- WHERE'S MINE?" She shouted suddenly, her temper rising. She stamped her tiny feet on the ground.

Christina stared at the man before her. "That's the man from the park, mummy," She looked up into her father's face, "He was the one who repaired a seat with a stick." She grinned. "Hello, daddy," She said cheerfully, as though she'd known him her whole life, "I'm four today.. Did you bring me a...