Recent content by Ursula Ciccone

Everyone always thinks I'm a puff because I'm friendly - Nope just a friendly Slytherin! <3 House Stereotypes are totally the worssssst

Ursula watched Vil's face. She had never thought that seeing someone cry would hurt her so much, but her chest tightened and she felt her face heat up with worry and an emotion she wasn't sure she could describe. She wanted to make her stop crying, but she wasn't sure what she could do. When Vil...

Ursula was completely unaware that anything she said could be wrong when it came to talking to Vilhelmine. They were best friends after all and the girl often felt no matter what remarks she made they were always going to laugh in the end. However after asking for her to take a seat with her the...

Ursula was not a quitter, and even though her chest and lungs burned the teen continued to press forward. Her muscles in her leg were tight, and her nose ran slightly. It wasn't until she heard the panting girl behind her that finally Urs gave into her need to rest. She slowed her pace, panting...

Ursula was pleased with her friend's reaction, a small jump that meant she'd caught her off guard. Giving a toothy grin Ursula nodded. "It's both our colors. That way if we have to spend Christmases apart, you always have something to remember me by." She gave a playful wink to her best friend...

[font=times new roman]Ursula had been planning for the New Years party since the day her best friend had ripped down the flier from the wall and thrust it to her blue orbs. She hadn't thought of doing anything over the holidays other than wait for her letters from home about her younger brother...

Ursula felt proud as she fell into a faster rhythm, but she knew she wouldn't last too long running at an elevated pace. Once she got far enough ahead of the girl whom was competing silently with her, she would fall back into a regular jogging speed. However it seemed this girl was not giving...

Ursula shifted her Celeste eyes to the side, seeing that the girl she'd passed was passing her. Ursula moved inches closer to this blonde with every second that passed until it was no longer a mistake that the two of them were in competition, and Ursula was convinced she should win. She'd been...

The patience to always wake up at five in the morning was never waning for Ursula Ciccone. The dark haired american stretched her legs on her way down from the towers, her jumper hugging her closely, her thin leggings a mild blue color. Something not so stand-outish that someone might stare. The...

Ursula was secretly worried that Vil wouldn't like her gift. Though it wasn't something she could have forever, for once they were caught or daylight came they'd have to pack up, it would hopefully be a good memory. Ursula had found memories are sometimes the best gifts a person can give after...

Ursula was completely unaware of anything in Mine's mind. She tried not to dwell hard on mind reading knowing unless she really tried hard in certain classes, it would never happen. And that was okay in the girls mind. After all, what could she do if she wasn't interested but remain oblivious...

The dark haired woman was so sure that the surprise would be the suprisiest - was that a word? Most surprising was probably more correct but less fun to say. The military born girl watched her friend look at all the bits and bobbles that she'd placed around their little "campsite" and smiled...

Ursula was a master planner. She'd been deciding for weeks what she was going to do for hers and Mine's friennaversery. Much like her Hufflepuff friend Urs had to be super sneaky, and while normally she wasn't one to break rules, for Vilhelmine she would do pretty much anything. After all the...

Ursula put her hands behind her back and placed her legs shoulder width apart in te at ease position. She looked forward diligently to show respect to the professor. "Sir, we built a pillow fort so we could talk about school, Sir." She answered before Vil would have a chance. "Sir, if I may...

Ursula had never been a heavy sleeper, so when a voice awoke her she sprung to her feet topping parts of the fort. Her arm was brought up to her head in a salute and the girl spoke in a fairly loud tone. "Private Ursula Ciccone, first year of the Ravenclaw house, sir, yes, sir!" She answered...