- Messages
- 666
- OOC First Name
- ★ Missy
- Wand
- Yew Wand 14" Essence of Fairy Dust
Willow Autumn stood in front of the mirror in her bedroom, criticizing her looks at every angle.
She wore a simple outfit - a Vintage silk dress with ocean blue tights, completing the look with silvery bronze peep-toe shoes. Even at her standards - it was a below-par effort into glamoring it up for the once-in-a-year event. Although she would have preferred to wear last year's Yule Ball outfit again (Dark glittery Blue with a black bow) she knew she would have been judged for wearing it again. She couldn't help but think that the Students get more uptight about each other on this one day, night, event. Never to give up the good fight, Willow started to fiddle with her hair but that just started to annoy her also - Settling down with soft curled ends and spraying it with shiny soft hairspray until she choked on the own fumes. So far, not so good. But make up had to be easy right? She hated wearing the stuff, she was twelve and preferred to roll around in mudslides - although her peers would beg to differ. Like always, her Aunt would send up some new cosmetics - and here she was brushing her face with liquid foundation and settling it with powder. She glanced at the Eyeliner. Her head started to scream no, but her hands applied it - thick and strong around her crystal blue eyes. A coat of the Mascara on her thick lashes and she was done. She wasn't pleased with her effort and promptly placed the floor length mirror on the ground. Exhausted by the effort already, she grabbed her clutch and made her way down to the Great Hall - Where she felt completely out of her zone.
She wore a simple outfit - a Vintage silk dress with ocean blue tights, completing the look with silvery bronze peep-toe shoes. Even at her standards - it was a below-par effort into glamoring it up for the once-in-a-year event. Although she would have preferred to wear last year's Yule Ball outfit again (Dark glittery Blue with a black bow) she knew she would have been judged for wearing it again. She couldn't help but think that the Students get more uptight about each other on this one day, night, event. Never to give up the good fight, Willow started to fiddle with her hair but that just started to annoy her also - Settling down with soft curled ends and spraying it with shiny soft hairspray until she choked on the own fumes. So far, not so good. But make up had to be easy right? She hated wearing the stuff, she was twelve and preferred to roll around in mudslides - although her peers would beg to differ. Like always, her Aunt would send up some new cosmetics - and here she was brushing her face with liquid foundation and settling it with powder. She glanced at the Eyeliner. Her head started to scream no, but her hands applied it - thick and strong around her crystal blue eyes. A coat of the Mascara on her thick lashes and she was done. She wasn't pleased with her effort and promptly placed the floor length mirror on the ground. Exhausted by the effort already, she grabbed her clutch and made her way down to the Great Hall - Where she felt completely out of her zone.
Out of Character:
- Award for the worst intro to a rp goes to Missy!