- Messages
- 2,363
- OOC First Name
- Ana
- Blood Status
- Half Blood
- Relationship Status
- Single
- Wand
- Curly 11.5'' Sturdy Elm Wand with Meteorite Dust Core
- Age
- 20
It hadn't taken Celia long to decide she wanted revenge for the howler. She didn't care if Seraphina and Jenna were gone; she was perfectly willing to redirect her fury towards more easily accessible targets. In her mind, the entire school had played a part in the destruction of her social standing and subsequent isolation. They had witnessed her humiliation, and for that, she would make them pay.
High up on her list of targets were the former Elite Sisterhood members. Celia saw them as an extension of Jenna, and without the older girl around, she would go after them instead. The irony of the sorority's role in her social life was not lost on Celia. She'd dreamt up the club as a way to find likeminded girls who she could befriend and use to boost her own popularity. But somewhere along the way, her vision for the group had become corrupted by Jenna's inane ideas, and in the end, Celia had found herself cast out from her own sorority, more unpopular than ever before.
So bitter was Celia that she could barely bring herself to even look at the corner of the Student Lounge where the Elite Sisterhood used to hold its meetings. It was a good thing the club was now dead. After taking a seat on the opposite side of the room, Celia pulled out a notebook and pen and began to mull over methods of revenge. The prefect pairings had been a good start, but she was sure she could do so much worse.
High up on her list of targets were the former Elite Sisterhood members. Celia saw them as an extension of Jenna, and without the older girl around, she would go after them instead. The irony of the sorority's role in her social life was not lost on Celia. She'd dreamt up the club as a way to find likeminded girls who she could befriend and use to boost her own popularity. But somewhere along the way, her vision for the group had become corrupted by Jenna's inane ideas, and in the end, Celia had found herself cast out from her own sorority, more unpopular than ever before.
So bitter was Celia that she could barely bring herself to even look at the corner of the Student Lounge where the Elite Sisterhood used to hold its meetings. It was a good thing the club was now dead. After taking a seat on the opposite side of the room, Celia pulled out a notebook and pen and began to mull over methods of revenge. The prefect pairings had been a good start, but she was sure she could do so much worse.