Giselle Richard
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- Messages
- 77
- OOC First Name
- Sally
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- Walnut Wand 14 1/2" Essence of Vampire Blood
The young girl walk toward the great hall which was filled by these filthy students who knew nothing about the future. Future was gloomy and it had nothing to do with either money or love, it was as dark as it could be. Giselle knew that her future wasn't as bright as the rest of the students that was sitting in the great hall, this explained why she glared at them with her eyes full of hate and jealousy. Those students who were talking to each other with a wide smile on their face was Giselle's enemy. Honestly, she didn't hate them but she envy them. She had a high potential on being on of the death eater not because she wanted to be one but because she hated other people for no reason including the muggles.
Life had been hard or her, it was harsh and she hated her life. The brown haired girl walk toward the Gryffindor seat and sat on it grabbing random food in front of her as she placed it on her plate. Immediately she stabbed on it and held the fork tightly until her hand was red as she looked at some students who were laughing together. Giselle was going to be one of those who were going to be feared by most students, but she couldn't care less. Her life was ruined anyway so why bother being scared of them? Or even think about how they feel. She was poor and she had been working all her life and yet, no one care about her no one even support her financially. Giselle could remember perfectly when she was stared by those businessman on the street with such a nice suit glaring at her like she wasn't a human being. Disgust... That was all she remember. The girl's eyes turned red as she continue chopping the meat in front of her.
Life had been hard or her, it was harsh and she hated her life. The brown haired girl walk toward the Gryffindor seat and sat on it grabbing random food in front of her as she placed it on her plate. Immediately she stabbed on it and held the fork tightly until her hand was red as she looked at some students who were laughing together. Giselle was going to be one of those who were going to be feared by most students, but she couldn't care less. Her life was ruined anyway so why bother being scared of them? Or even think about how they feel. She was poor and she had been working all her life and yet, no one care about her no one even support her financially. Giselle could remember perfectly when she was stared by those businessman on the street with such a nice suit glaring at her like she wasn't a human being. Disgust... That was all she remember. The girl's eyes turned red as she continue chopping the meat in front of her.