Recent content by Elodie Wynshaw

Elodie spotted a book, pulling it down and glancing over the description. "Ooh, okay, I'll take this one." She stepped back, smiling at the girl and motioning for her to follow. "Millie? I like that, it's pretty," She offered, taking a seat nearby. "I hope I didn't interrupt- what were you...

Dad? How am I supposed to be a prefect?

Elodie hummed, scanning the books. "I don't know what I'm looking for," She admitted. "Some fantasy books, maybe," She decided, thinking that she enjoyed that genre a lot. She peeked at the girl with her. "I'm Elodie, by the way. Elodie Wynshaw. What's your name?"

Elodie smiled softly, slipping his shirt on without buttoning it up. She folded her arms across her chest, walking slowly and just enjoying the cool breeze and the night sky. She hummed softly, giving him a gentle smile. "Thank you," She murmured. "This is nice," She sighed, stopping and...

Elodie listened to Oskar talk, nodding a bit. "I can understand that," She offered. "It's hard to explain, it's just... more settled," She bit her lip, thinking of her room in the loft at Byrons place. She smiled a bit, thinking of her adopted dad and the sweet giant of a dog Hephestaus. She...

Elodie paused, looking over to him as he offered her his flannel. She smiled softly, blushing a little. "Oh, that's so sweet, thank you," She half held out her hand. "Do you want to walk with me?" She asked, thinking a nice walk around the lake would be a better way to spend the night. "The...

Elodie chuckled, nodding and swaying along to the music. It wasn't the most elaborate or skilled dance, but she liked how flowy she felt. "That's what I was hoping," She agreed. "But hey, it did mean I get to dance with you, so I'll call that a good night," She offered with an easy smile.

Elodie smiled, following along with Tempest to the dance floor. She swayed along to the music, chuckling at the answer. "No, not with anyone," She agreed. "No one bothered asking." She shrugged like it didn't mean anything. She wasn't too upset about it, it wasn't like she couldn't come here...

Elodie relaxed a little, feeling better when the girl took the napkins. She stepped back, smiling. "You're welcome, I just wish I could do more." She offered apologetically. She blinked, though, as she spoke her name. She tilted her head, thinking a moment. "Oh! Tempest," Elodie gave her an easy...

Elodie had decided to actually attend the dance this year, thinking it would be nice to perhaps get out and dance a bit. She didn't have a date, and she realized after she was there that perhaps being here on her own wasn't the best idea. She was wandering aimlessly, unsure what to do- dance...

Elodie blushed, surprised by the words. She and Dante had spoken before, of course, but she'd been unsure if they'd be considered friends. She adjusted her view, sure then that he must be one of her friends. She smiled shyly, a litte taken off guard. "Oh, thank you," she offered, brushing her...

Elodie listened to him speak, just continuing on her way to the owlery. "That's good, I think, it's nice to be able to talk to your parents," She offered, thinking of Byron automatically. She smiled as he spoke. "Ooh, thats cool!" She replied easily. "I think I noticed you spending time with...

Elodie hadn't noticed Oskar walk up, and started a little when he spoke. She turned to him, a small smile on her face. "Hi, Oskar," She greeted, keeping her voice just as soft. "A little," She admitted, rubbing her hands over her arms to generate warmth. She turned a bit towards him. "You aren't...

Elodie nodded along, thinking it was pretty cool that Oskar was from Sweden. She smiled softly at his words. "Oh, I understand that," She offered softly. "I moved not too awfully long before starting school, but I moved somewhere better, so I just miss that now that I'm away. I wish we could go...