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- OOC First Name
- Daphne
- Blood Status
- Mixed Blood
- Relationship Status
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- Sexual Orientation
- Bi
- Wand
- Straight 15 1/2 Inch Flexible Rosewood Wand with Veela Hair Core
- Age
- 2/2031 (30)
Odette's hands were shaking. Blood was rushing in her ears. She knew she was sweating. This was the most horrible moment of her life.
But she knew she had to do this. If she didn't, she wouldn't be allowed to stay at school. She would be sent home in disgrace, her mother would hate her. She would never be a witch, never be powerful. She would be a failure.
And if there was one thing Odette knew what to do, it was act. She took a few deep breaths, closing her eyes for a moment. She willed herself to look calm and collected. Self assured, powerful. She had considered making a spectacle of herself and how guilty she felt and how sorry she was, but she had dismissed it. As important as her innocent act was, it wasn't worth looking weak in front of everyone. No. She would be quick, not too sincere, not too dismissive. Just a plain apology, let everyone draw their own conclusions. As if they wouldn't anyway.
She took one more deep breath before she got up and walked to the front of the Great Hall, in front of the teacher's table. The teachers surely knew what she was doing, she couldn't imagine Styx hadn't informed them, but the students had to be wondering what on earth she was doing. She wasn't noticed immediately, but slowly people started to quiet down and whisper as they saw her stand there, on the same spot she had been sorted at the start of this year.
When the hall was quiet enough, she glanced over her shoulder at the teachers. She knew it was a sign of weakness, but she had to be completely sure that she had to do this. Maybe they had changed their minds, maybe someone would take pity on her and tell her to go sit down again. But no, nothing like that. Everyone must have thought she deserved this.
So with a small sigh, she turned back to the large crowd. There were so many people here. She wanted to run, but she didn't. She focused her gaze right above the heads of the people in the back, like she had been taught on stage, and started to speak.
"A few weeks ago I spread some flyers through the school about Harley Tsuji." She said, her voice clear and unwavering, to her great relief. "The accusations on these flyers were not true." She paused, glancing just once at the Gryffindor table. "So... I'm sorry for spreading misinformation," she finished. She stayed where she was a few more moments, looking at a few people in the crowd to show she wasn't daunted by this, even though she was. Then she turned and marched straight out of the Great Hall.
She waited until the doors had closed behind her until she started to run, her panic catching up to her. She needed to be anywhere but here. She wanted to disappear.
But she knew she had to do this. If she didn't, she wouldn't be allowed to stay at school. She would be sent home in disgrace, her mother would hate her. She would never be a witch, never be powerful. She would be a failure.
And if there was one thing Odette knew what to do, it was act. She took a few deep breaths, closing her eyes for a moment. She willed herself to look calm and collected. Self assured, powerful. She had considered making a spectacle of herself and how guilty she felt and how sorry she was, but she had dismissed it. As important as her innocent act was, it wasn't worth looking weak in front of everyone. No. She would be quick, not too sincere, not too dismissive. Just a plain apology, let everyone draw their own conclusions. As if they wouldn't anyway.
She took one more deep breath before she got up and walked to the front of the Great Hall, in front of the teacher's table. The teachers surely knew what she was doing, she couldn't imagine Styx hadn't informed them, but the students had to be wondering what on earth she was doing. She wasn't noticed immediately, but slowly people started to quiet down and whisper as they saw her stand there, on the same spot she had been sorted at the start of this year.
When the hall was quiet enough, she glanced over her shoulder at the teachers. She knew it was a sign of weakness, but she had to be completely sure that she had to do this. Maybe they had changed their minds, maybe someone would take pity on her and tell her to go sit down again. But no, nothing like that. Everyone must have thought she deserved this.
So with a small sigh, she turned back to the large crowd. There were so many people here. She wanted to run, but she didn't. She focused her gaze right above the heads of the people in the back, like she had been taught on stage, and started to speak.
"A few weeks ago I spread some flyers through the school about Harley Tsuji." She said, her voice clear and unwavering, to her great relief. "The accusations on these flyers were not true." She paused, glancing just once at the Gryffindor table. "So... I'm sorry for spreading misinformation," she finished. She stayed where she was a few more moments, looking at a few people in the crowd to show she wasn't daunted by this, even though she was. Then she turned and marched straight out of the Great Hall.
She waited until the doors had closed behind her until she started to run, her panic catching up to her. She needed to be anywhere but here. She wanted to disappear.