The Beginning

Kiara Tine

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10/2014
Sitting in her dorm room, the second year beauxbatons girl was bored. She didn't quite know what to do, and there was no way in hell, she'd do homework. Not in a million years. Kiara Tine was bored but she wasn't that bored. The reason for her boredom, was that it appeared all her roommates were out. And this didn't lend itself well, when she wanted something to do. And there was no point in her finding a false friend, that would trail her around like a lost puppy. Kiara hated that. Her Slytherin traits were still clear in her Beauxbatons way. Despite the fact few knew that the now, blonde Kiara had once gone to Hogwarts New Zealand. How silly a move that had been. She'd found her brother, but he'd been a fairly big disappointment. A hufflepuff, with a passion for music. he was practically muggle. Which was why she pretty glad he was in New Zealand and she was in France. But, this thinking wasn't helping her become less bored. She needed people. Her dorm room girls. She needed them. She didn't know them all that well, but she wanted people. Kiara Tine was pretty much certain, that she would be able to be the queen bee of Beauxbatons. Just like Blair Waldorf had been Queen bee of her school in the American show. Kiara wanted people to follow her, and follow the styles she set. It was why she was so careful picking what she wore. On this day a short floral dress, with a low hanging pendant, with the beauxbatons crest. It was a fairly unique item. Her father had had it specially made for her. It was a symbol to her. She wore the crest of the school she would rule. Eventually. The second year Beauxbatons girl sat on her bed and sighed. She reached under her pillow and took out the book she was reading. Pretty Little Liars And this gave Kiara an idea. In the book, there were close friends. The centre of everything. She knew it was a book, but that kind of friendship would help her achieve what she needed. Kiara wasn't as nice as the people in the book. But, a fake smile here, and a compliment there, and generally, the false blonde could appear nice enough to be anyone's friend. She could appear friendly. But, Kiara had a sharp tongue and claws to match. And she was little b!tch and it wasn't like she didn't know it.

All she needed were for her roommates to reappear and the beauxbatons could get started. How to break the ice, she thought to herself. And then it seemed silly that she'd questioned it. "Truth or Dare" Kiara muttered. She knew that it would be a little hard to play truth or dare. Or to make them all want to play it. But Kiara was sure that if the girls wanted to stay in the dorm they would realise they had to play. Kiara cleared some space at the centre of the room, and placed a bottle on the ground. She looked up her small amount of work and smiled. Realising that the girls would be back fairly soon, the blonde went to her mirror and made sure the light make up she was wearing looked fine. Then she went and took a seat on the end of her bed, waiting for the rest to turn up. If all went well, they could end up as close friends, and learning secrets along the way. Obviously she couldn't really trust that they would all tell the truth, but the more they played, the more likely that the truth would be spilled. Kiara was pretty certain of that fact. She knew that once a little bonding over secrets was done, then little by little she could take over the school. First get friends to stand by her. And then start eliminating the enemy. And at the same time, never getting caught, and doing fairly well in lessons. The second year Beauxbatons girl was pretty pleased with herself. Now all she needed were the girls.​

OOCOut of Character:

I think we should have everyone post at least once, before Kiara declares the beginning of the game.
They should all be on a first name basis, so no introduction should be necessary.
 
Sydney had just gotten back from the library. It was one of the few places where she could just deal with the silence and focus on something. Though the thing was, she wouldn't ever get caught reading an actual book. In her arsenal was an array of magazines, both magical and muggle, focused on fashion. No, she wasn't totally narcissistic, but she knew that to get far in life, you had too look your best. Everyone in her family knew that, and used it to their advantage. Her brother was a professional singer, her cousin was an artist, her father was a very successful journalist. That, plus the fortune her mother had left in a trust fund, set Sydney up to be a very, very, very happy girl. For that reason she was rarely seen in the same thing. Sure, she would have the same shirt, but never the same complete outfit. Today she thought about her routes, wearing a stylish black beret with a pair of ankle-high boots, jeans, then a white tank-top with frills at the top. Also, after realizing that it was slightly chilly, she wore a black leather jacket. As for her makeup, well, she was never a fan of wearing too much, depending on the occasion. Right now she only had lip-stain and the smallest trace of blush. To be honest, she wasn't one to make friends. Sure she talked with her roommates easily, but that was about it. Another virtue taught by her family was to stay loyal to the ones you were close to, but never trust them. And it was then that Sydney realized that it was time to make some friends, some alliances for the war that was school. Beauxbatons was filled with people that could ruin you with one word. Admittedly, Sydney was one of those people. Inside her mouth was an acid tongue. She was Pandorra's box. If you made her upset, she'd go all out on you without hesitation. Was it fair? No. But hey, life wasn't ever fair, why should she be?


Her mind scanned the options that she had before her. There were a couple of girls that could be good friends, but not what she needed. They needed to be smart, cunning... wise as well. Maybe her roommates. One in particular stood out as a leader, Kiara. It seemed to be a good idea. Sydney never was much of a leader type anyway. She was more of a right-hand-girl type for most, since she knew everything about everyone and everywhere. For example, she knew that back at Hogwarts there was a lot of drama going on between the students, as usual. And even with adults, her brother was caught in a triangle. As stated before, she knew it all and let everyone know that she did. "What a day, right..?" She mumbled to herself, walking in the room and just plopping on her bed. Well, now was the time to make friends with these girls. But it seemed that only one was in the room. "Oh... Where is everyone?" It was strange having such an empty room. Usually, at this time in the day everyone was doing their own thing in their section of the room. But she guessed that today it was different. She shrugged to herself and took off the jacket, just lounging on the bed and taking out her magazines again. There was a cute dress on the page, and she made a mental note to ask for her dad to buy it for her at some point in his travels to and from the states.
 
It was a warm summers day and the breeze outside was just right for Maya. Walking through the shade of the trees that shaped the landscape of Beauxbatons, she smiled and breathed a deep sigh of relief. The fresh air allowed her some freedom and pain relief. As she walked back to the castle, she gripped the letter in her hand and squeezed it. The pain that the letter had brought was mad, killing pain that seemed to blot out the fresh day. Taking deep breaths to stop her kicking something, she finally reached the castle. Her family had written to her to tell her that because of the recent stealing she had done, she was now not allowed at home on her own. This would mean constant watching like a jail-guard, and this in itself was too much for the agitated 12 year old to take. She was one of the youngest in her year and now that summer had arrived, she was nearly the only 12 year old left. Entering the castle, she decided to make the best out of the situation that she was in. If she was going to be labeled a thief, then why not stick to it? And if her adopted family would label her a troublemaker, why not live up to the expectations? All her time at home so far, she had spent trying to rectify her mistakes, to please her family and keep her place at her school, that her brother Damien had lost. But now, in the momentous occasion of walking through the entrance hall, she decided to become what she was labeled.

Maya was wearing a low-cut flowery t-shirt and mini shorts, showing off her tanned complexion that she was so proud of. She hadn't worn a necklace that day because she didn't own one that she was proud of. No, if was time to get one. Her eagle eyes adopted their magpie sense, being able to spot something of worth from a good distance, and, as she walked, she scanned the students with the razor eye-sight for something worth taking. At least if she could have something, that would be a start. Looking down at her feet in a stance that made her look so innocent, she let the older students pass as she studied her flip-flops. They were plain black with plain black straps, and her toenails were painted Beauxbatons blue. To any outsider, she could have easily passed as a school patriot or worshiper. But she knew the different, beneath the false persona and looks, there was a girl, waiting to be released, waiting to become what she knew she was made to become. Smirking at the thought, she regained her proud posture and walked the halls, heading for her dormitory. Scrunching up her letter as she walked, she opened the door to find two of her dorm mates inside. Kiara and Sydney is she could remember right. Ignoring the girls was something that she had adopted doing, and walking over to her bed, she gave Kiara a small smile as acknowledgement and then flopped on her bed, lounging down. Looking around the room, she stuffed her letter under her pillow until she could find something better to do with it, and she looked over at Sydney who was reading a bunch of magazines. "Mind if i read one?" She asked, giving a sweet but fake smile that she was well known for. Her innocence was the only thing that had really got her through her schooling career so far, because no one suspected the quiet but clever little girl who's big eyes could never do wrong. Smirking inwardly at the idea, she propped herself up on her pillows and frowned down on the room. Something was different about it and if she tilted her head to the side, she could see that a space was cleared in the centre of the room. "Whats going on here?" She asked, her tone bored and only half interested.
 
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Euphemia Al-Revis knew that better than almost anyone, because when all was said and done, she was the one left alone on the bridge. Fairytales always ended happily ever after, and her story was nothing like that. As the third daughter of a distinguished family, the well-loved child, she's held the world in her arms before. Her father's taken her aside many times and told her about the family , distinguished and successful, famous and upright - and he's told her about what she has to do, what is expected of her. She loves her father, loves her mother, loves her siblings…..However, that was before, for as time passed by she realized that the once happy home that she had always dreamed of had become empty. Of course, her home wasn’t really empty; in fact, it was full of staff and furniture and light. But her parents were never there, so it might as well have been empty, the way she saw it. It was because they begin to lose their time for her. She had always waited for them, waited for them to actually return to the way they were before. She had always tried her best to please her parents; play the piano, get perfect grades from her tutor, everything, and their praise was enough for her to be fine. However, as the cycle went on, Euphemia had lived more or less like an empty shell, for despite of all the praises that she had received, there was still something lacking, that is, the love from a real family, and before she knew it, she had learned to block everything out. Of course, she still had that innocent and sweet smile on her face whenever her parents would talk to her, she still do her best to be praised, yet, all of those had began to be only for selfish reasons. She learned to do things her way, to pretend, in order to satisfy her own need of being loved, of pleasing everyone around her, and of being able to use everyone around like her own toys. They never did suspect a thing, for after all those years, all her parents and all the others had ever seen was that sweet and innocent little girl that would always go by the rule, they never did saw who she really was behind that angelic façade.

"Too easy…” She muttered as she finally finished the essay that she had been working on all this time while quietly enjoying herself by being bathe by the warm sun along the gardens of the school. The library would have been her first choice but then again, the stillness of the air as well as the hawk eye of the librarian in there doesn’t suit her liking at all. And besides, all those books that were placed along those shelves were all too useless in his opinion, just like how useless are the students around her by then. Euphemia had always believed that there were only two kinds of people in the world where she lives, those who are useful, and those who are useless, and to her dismay, she seemed to be surrounded by trash. Brushing her skirt off as she finally stood up from the bench where she had been sitting, she finally decided to go back to her room, a room that she shares with those few people that looks useful enough in her opinion. She wasn’t quite sure of that yet, but at least, they don’t look like trash to her. For that day, she was wearing a crimson lacy tank top with a ripped white tank on top of it. The white tank had writing on it but most of it was illegible, paired with a black skirt with crimson lace trimming on the bottom. The outfit was completed with a black studded belt and her regular red X clip which she nestled nicely in her hair. Opening that door to their room, she found that there were only three of her doormats inside, and they pretty much look like they were not doing anything. Pretty much common in her opinion, that is, aside from the cleared space in the middle of the room as well as an innocent looking bottle placed in the ground. Cocking her head to the side , she decided to just ignore it and settle herself down to her bed, mildly interested with the magazines that Sydney was currently reading.​
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It was suffice to say that Kiara's plans were ones that needed a little work. She had not even taken into consideration and thought about if the people around her would even like what she suggested. if they would be willing to follow her rather than follow others. She didn't think any of her dorm room friends would be the type to actually want a hierarchy in the school. If they would believe in being Kiara's minions while she ruled. Obviously, Kiara knew she could never call them that to their faces. But, she was pretty much ready to pretend that each was at the same level as her. But, the ex-Slytherin knew that, that was not something that could happen. The previous queen at hogwarts had been Isabella Chaos. And that had been a most prized role. Every girl wanted to be her, and each boy wanted her, but as a slytherin, Kiara had quickly learned that she needed to be nice to some and a b!tch to others. A sharp tongue, that put people in their place. While the blonde thought that she had this, a part of her realised that it was something that she would have to work on to take the title for herself. And unlike her dorm room friends, she didn't really think that any of them had what it took to rule. She knew that it was a very Slytherin thing to think that, but, she was sure, she was a little bit richer than all of them. And not to mention, she had the angelic look down to a T. Her parents did anything for her. They knew full well, that the lack of time they were able to spend with her, was made up by the money and presents they presented to her. Her brother didn't know how to do this. He was silly. He wasn't the guy that she had wanted for her brother. He was dorky, and dorky was not the image that Kiara wanted. Kiara wondered how he had managed so long without the parents. Without the money, but each time their parents tried to give him something expensive, she knew he was looking at it with no clue of what it cost, and how much he could sell it for. Instead Kiara had found that her brother just left things lying around and just played his guitar. So stupid She thought to herself. But as she did this, the first girl walked in. Sydney. A pretty girl. Naturally brunette like Kiara, but Kiara was now a blonde and thought she was slightly prettier than Sydney. The eyes of the girl were quite a brownish colour, but, Kiara had a lot more clear and light blue. She knew she had more to offer. But, before Kiara could respond another girl walked in.

Maya Cooper. Out of all the girls in the dorm this was the girl she trusted the least. She wasn't ever sure why, but, it was why most of the items that Kiara had were one of a kind, so that her light fingers wouldn't get their hands on anything. Kiara didn't steal things but, it didn't mean she couldn't. The girl spoke, and Kiara had to keep herself from sighing. "Maya, excitement will not kill you. Nor will partial or fake joy." Kiara responded meeting the girls eyes. Just as the red head of the group joined. Each dorm room needed a red head. Kiara had always been jealous of the girl's flaming red hair. But as a girl who wanted to be queen, she could not stand out in such a sense. She hated that Euphemia had the nicest hair of the lot of them. She had nothing really against the girl, just didn't think she should be a red head. "I see you've all noticed what I've set up." Kiara said standing, she knew there were other girls to arrive, but starting with the others would not hurt anyone. "We've been dorm mates for the past year. And so I think it's time for a little fun. High School style, truth or dare. And If you don't want to play, I don't want you to be here while we do." Kiara said, looking at the three girls in the room. "So, who's in?" Kiara asked, wondering who would even want to play. Even though they were only 12, Kiara had the mind set of a Slytherin that liked to see humiliation of others. And she was not a chicken, she would do whatever was asked of her. A Tine trait, never ever backing down.​
 
Frances Spade was thought to be a proud girl. Her parents owned one of the world biggest and hottest clothings line in the world. But she didn't care much for their wealth, afterall she had been the one to really get the line going and spreading with her early photo shoots. Being a the daughter of two muggles and yet a witch also brought aid to getting a line started in the Wizardery world. Now when she was back home in New York she spent countless hours infront of the mirror and camera. She didn't care either way but she did enjoy having the freedom of her parents always being so busy, not that anyone really understood her home life. It wasn't ever brought up or mentioned.

Noticing a trio of roommates standing around one blonde she snuck in quietly to see what they were up too. Her mind didn't automatically think that they were up to something bad, but it was always suspicious to see them standing around and not really doing much. Of course Kiara was going to start a game. She knew the girl back from Hogwarts, they both were in Slytherin together, however Kiara moved here and after awhile of being prestered by fans of her parent's clothing line Frances followed. And it wasn't the she intentionally meant to follow Kiara, it just happened that way, but it seemed to work out for the best either way. "Truth or Dare?" She asked knowing the game but with Kiara she wasn't very sure if the ending was going to be something she wanted to partake in. There'd have to be a hefty award for her to play such a game with the group. Frances was also sure back in America they played differently then however Kiara played it, for instance there wasn't ever the need of a bottle to spin that was just for kissing games which she was still to young to be apart of.

Fixing her dress she looked around at the other girls. A brunette, a red head and two fake blondes. Or atleast she knew Kiara had brown hair, she had when she went to Hogwarts. Maya's roots were growing in dark, so either she has died in the past or her hair has decided to suddenly get darker. She was the only real blonde in the room, then again she did have to worry about all those dumb jokes being true and the others didn't. France's eyes rolled in their sockets as she moved over to her bed to put her bag down. She normally wasn't the studious type, but exams were begining to kill her grade. Frances suddenly realized how fake yet real all the girls sharing the same dorm room as her were, including herself.
 
Sydney was never one to turn down an offer. Even when she was four, she never hesitated when her big brothers dared her to eat worms or drink murky lake water. And today, she was not going to shy away from truth or dare. However, inside she did have the slightest of doubts that it would end badly. Whether it be if someone got hurt, or if someone did something absolutely, positively crazy, she'd at least have fun. That was all the girl cared about presently. After all most of the day had been uneventful. Nonchalantly, she passed over a spare magazine to Maya and gave a slight smile. Though she was a smiley girl, the smiles were very rarely true or sincere. "Here." The girl smiled even more. It was nice to see another girl with a love of fashion as she did.

"I'm up for it." Sydney chimed, though still had that sense of hesitance that had kept her safe all her life. All her life she would just be shoved inside and not be allowed to do much. As her father's only daughter, she was just treasured and spoiled to death. Anything she wanted she would get by some means, even if her dad had to work a little more or a little less. Although with his 'special' job, it wasn't that bad that he worked more. Sure he would come home with bad injuries, but it was all for his little girl. Her mother on the other hand would stay home and take care of her out of choice. More often than not they'd just sit together and have tea parties with many, many stuffed animal guests. Sydney's favorite was her stuffed animal koala bear named Sam. As much as now she tried to be an adult, that was the last amount of childishness left within her. It was still located on the side of her bed, fitting in perfectly with the navy blue comforter with silver accents of dragons and stars. Yet another thing she tried to hide was her love of dragons. In fact, when she got out of school, she wanted to be a dragon trainer in Romania or Wales. And out of fear that she'd be called more masculine, she never told anyone. Though maybe that one day she would tell someone, but that wasn't today.

OOCOut of Character:
Sorry my muse is low :x
 
Koty was just on her way back from mailing a letter to her mother and father. It was the typical drill. Each week she'd send them a letter that pretty much outlined her previous week at school. Some of it was fact while other parts of it were complete fiction. Truth be told Dakota wasn't quite the little social butterfly her parents had hoped she'd be. It wasn't that she didn't have friends because she did, but it was just that her parents had thought that a girl of her background and upbringing would be floating around on top of the world with a flock of friends following her around as if she were something to be adored. In all reality Koty wasn't like that at all. She was a follower, never meant to be a leader. She usually did as she was told which suited her just fine because she never felt comfortable making decisions for herself. With her book in hand she headed back to the girls dormitory hoping that this weeks string of lies to her parents would keep them happy enough with the life that they believed their daughter was leading.

Coming up on the door she heard the other girls talking. Smoothing her hand over her neatly kept hair the blonde looked down and made sure her clothing looked presentable. Once she was satisfied that her appearance was appropriate for a little gathering of the girls she entered and took a seat near the rest of the group. Koty listened intently as the other girls chattered about and then out of nowhere she heard Kiara suggest a game of truth or dare. Now, while Dakota had lived a pretty sheltered life before coming to school she knew that about ninety percent of the time that game ended up with either someone getting in trouble or someone in tears. With this particular gathering of females it really could have gone either way. Apparently everyone else was up to playing and petite blonde piped up saying, "I'm up for anything." She was a bit cheerful saying it as she was being the perfect little follower she'd always been.

Sorry it's late and complete crap...work is kicking my butt big time :/
 
Maya smiled properly at Sydney as she leant her the magazine and took it, flicking through the first pages. Euphemia arrived in the dorm along with Frances and Dakota and suddenly they were all there. Raising her eyebrows at Kiara as she addressed her, she smiled sarcastically and turned back to her magazine. Looking around the dorm, she personally assessed the girls with her. Kiara Tine. The girl who thought she was everything. She probably wanted to rule them all, but Maya wouldn't let that happen. If there was nothing else good to say about the self-centered girl, it was possible to say that she had nice things, and this was one thing that Maya was raving jealous of. Eyeing the girls special pendant, she realised there would be no way to claim it for her own now because it looked a one-of-a-kind. Sighing at the fate that met her, she moved onto the next girl. That would be Sydney. Sydney was nice enough, she seemed to be the only girl in the dorm who was nice to Maya and for this, Maya skimmed over her with her judging style. She had nice enough brown hair, but Maya knew that she personally preferred her own blonde hair. Holding up her hair to the light now, Maya sighed at the memory of it. She had used to be blonde when she was born, and then when with her third adoption, she had dyed it brown to fit in. But, soon she had returned it back to its blonde. The only issue was that you could still see brown in it. Sighing again, she let go of it and turned to the next girl. Euphemia. It felt that out of all the girls, she was the one that Maya knew the least, and holding this to herself, she smiled plainly at the girl, thinking that now was as good as ever to make a new friend. Moving on, she found herself looking at Frances Spade. From what Maya had seen so far, this person was proud and arrogant. It was a well known fact that her parents had the money and the fame and she didn't let them forget it. From what it looked like, she was definitely the richest out of the lot and that made Maya jealous. Turning away from the girl who had the life that Maya wanted, she found herself scrutinising the final member of the dorm, Dakota. Maya thought her pretty and wasn't completely sure of her character, so had left her name-card blank. The girl seemed quiet and easy to be a friend with, so Maya decided this was what she would do. Smiling at the pretty girl, she turned her attention back to what was happening in the room.

Everyone was gathering around the floor where Kiara had suggested a game of Truth and Dare. Smirking at the thought of any of them sitting out of it, she shrugged and pulled herself off her bed, leaving the magazine on her pillow so she could read it later. She didn't want to miss out of on the game and she wanted the others to think well of her. Knowing that some of them probably weren't fooled by her innocent nature, she hoped that she could impress them into being her friends. Because, underneath the side of the arrogant troublemaker, she was a nice girl who had just had a hard life. Sitting down on her floor, she crossed her legs and looked up expectantly at Kiara who seemed to be hosting the game. Maya personally would go as far as she needed to in the game, realising that behind her innocent nature, she had a reputation to uphold for doing anything. Smiling sarcastically at Kiara who had commented on her lack of interest earlier, she raised her eyebrows, waiting for the game to start. The troublemaker stayed quiet, for fear or putting her foot in it and saying something bad, so she just smiled, and sat there, looking around as she tried to work out how to make friends with the girls that she had specified to be her new friends. They didn't know it yet, but she would do anything to please them and therefore get them on her good side. It was hard for Maya, because so far, she felt like she had no friends.
 
Euphemia was like a princess. And she knew it. She had the life style of a princess. She had the house. She had the clothes, the shoes. She had the face. A perfect little round face, with flaming red perfect hair--and beautiful big eyes. She never valued anything. She knew if she threw it away, she could always get it back. So why bother to take care of it?--Nothing was ever important to her. She had everything. And if she suddenly found that she didn't-all she had to do was ask, and she got what she wanted. Easy as that. Even when she was told 'no'--she found a way. Always. And now, all she ever wanted was to get some friends, those who could be useful enough and would be trustworthy enough as well, and these dorm mates of hers look like likely candidates for that part. Kiara Tine, she’s pretty, and she exudes and aura of authority, something that Euphemia didn’t really mind that much, for she’s not really a type of person who would go out of her way to lead a group, she prefers to be an observer, an overseer. Then there was Sydney, the dark haired girl who seemed to smile a lot, though in Euphemia’s opinion, most of those smiles were fake, she knew it, for her smiles were just as fake as hers. Shifting her wait to her right a little, Euphemia cast her glance to another blonde in the room, that is, Maya Cooper. She really had no idea about what she’s like, she looks cunning, but she might just be a good friend if only she wouldn’t use that slyness of hers against her. There’s also Frances Spade, this girl she knew about, not personally, but she had heard a great deal about the girl’s family. They seemed to own a clothing line, and obviously, they were rich, probably even richer that Euphemia’s family. And lastly, Dakota, she’s pretty and she seemed nice as well, she might be the easiest to befriend too, though Euphemia didn’t really know her that well. When it comes down to it, she didn’t really know all the other girls that exactly that well, all she ever knows was their names. Pushing herself up from the bed, she decided that the best thing that she could ever do just so she will be able to know the other girls more would be to actually participate in the game that had just been suggested by Kiara.

Truth or dare, Euphemia had heard a god deal about the game, and she was pretty sure that at the end of it, things that were not meant to be revealed might have been exposed. It would either end up with one of them doing something really crazy, or in worst scenario, one of them being thoroughly embarrassed. Not that she cared about that, but seeing that she would be playing the said game with her dorm mates, she wasn’t sure if she would want to take part in it. Despite that, she didn’t want them to view her badly, she wanted to please them, and at that she had decided to just participate in it. “I’m in..” She said nonchalantly as she sat down on the floor, waiting for the others to do the same as well. If everything turned to be good, she might just gain new friends, useful and real ones at that, now all she needed to do was act good, and everything would then be fine, at least, that was what she thought.
 
Frances rolled her eyes as she glanced at the magazine Maya was looking at, her face plastered across the open page. For being a model she hated seeing herself in pictures, everyone figured she must be some high and mighty person, yet Frances disliked the whole idea of modeling. Which was why out of everyone in the room she would be considered the brains of the group. She needed an excuse to get away from her parents obsession with her being in all the photoshoots, and that was to study. They never really understood anyways, being muggles and all. Frances knew she would be the envy of her roommates if they every found out how rich her parents were, but the young girl had no real care for money. Her closet at home was basically empty as the girl prefered not over spend on things she didn't need. But her makeup drawer was full of things she could need, the same here at school. She kept it light but she always had plenty of choices and with blonde hair and blue eyes it was easy for her to pull off any color on her pale skin. Fixing her dress she suddenly wished she could wear a pair of her jeans, but she needed to fit in here which would mean she'd have to wear the pair of ripped jeans she was wearing in that picture that was featured in the Magazine. She knew alot of her clothing should have been her parents but she really prefered other designers, it gave her a different look from those around her. Which made her wonder how many of the girls in the room who actually had money bought her parents clothing line.

Watching as the girls sat on the floor she gave in and followed in suit, sure that she could pick up the European way to play quickly. Kiara was sure to go over any rules anyways. Putting her legs to one side she leaned against the post of one of the beds with the opposite side. Even though they were all girls and young, ladies manners were drilled into her head and she couldn't help the eligant pose. Girls all around the school commented on her flowing movements, nothing seemed choppy and she credited it to growing up as a model. Everything there had to flow nicely, always moving into a new pose but it had to be smooth, most of the good pictures were shots of the girl in the picture moving in between poses anyways. She was next to Maya and so leaning over she told her of her earlier thoughts on the girl. "Your roots are growing in, Maya, we can fix it later if you want," she said shooting the girl a smile before leaning back and looking up to Kiara waiting for everyone to agree of leave. She wouldn't miss an opportunity to have friends at this school, Hogwarts hadn't been much fun without them.
 
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The Beauxbatons blonde was sure that what she was doing would be the right thing. That these girls in front of her would be the ones that would help her. She knew it would take a little work and trust needed to be earned. She was just like the other girls, unlikely to give any bit of it away, even if lives depended on it. She knew it was unlikely that it would all be true what was said in a game but it would at least open doors to a truth. Kiara had been about to continue when Frances, from Hogwarts walked into the room. She gave a small smile, the girl had never really been very Slytherin, but they weren't at hogwarts and Beauxbatons had a completely different set of rules. Different social structure and it was in all, something that Kiara was glad for. it was something to look forward to and there was always something to be done. It was a lot of opportunity for a girl of twelve, which was why she was really trying to get everything together before launching her first attack for total dominance. She glanced around the room, as each girl, some what reluctantly agreed to play. A smile crept onto the Blonde's face and she walked round the room. Looking at each girl. "The game is simple. We sit in a circle, and one person spins the bottle. Whoever that lands on, has to either do a dare, or answer a truth. If you fail to do your dare, or fail to answer a question, there will be consequences, that will be decided by the others of the room. If you refuse to suffer the consequences, you are out of the game." And of this dorm her mind added. of course she would not actually say anything like that, but it was what Kiara was thinking. She doubted that any of the people in this dorm would actually not do a dare or not answer a truth. They all had a competitive edge to them, and they all had a confidence to them. If false or not it did not matter. All that mattered was if they would back down, and Kiara could imagine all of the girls in front of her being the types to never back down and never walk away from a challenge. Kiara was like that, she needed to prove herself and be the best. She didn't want to have to just walk away as if nothing had happened, that was not her. And people knew that. She was very unlike most.

"Sit." Kiara took and waited till the other girls had followed suit. She knew that Frances, unlike the others knew a little more about Kiara and not to mention that Kiara was well aware about Frances and her part time job. The blonde was somewhat jealous of what the girl did. Kiara had no real interest in modeling, but it was a career choice not that beyond her. She knew she was pretty, and she knew that she was going to be the right shape when she was older, Kiara took after her mum, and Kiara knew that her mum could be a model. If she wasn't so old. Kiara waited until all were sat down in the circle and then she gave a smirk to each of them. "Lets begin." Kiara said, in a tone to try and get the tension increased in the room. She leaned forward and took the bottle and turned it. It spun for a while until it stopped on one of the girls. Kiara smirked. "Okay, Truth or dare?" Kiara asked. She waited until the girl had responded before speaking.​
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OOCOut of Character:
Okay people, this is how it's going to work. Kiara starts, the next person to post is the person the bottle landed on.
Then I will have either a truth and a dare in spoilers at the end of the post. The next person posting, will pick one, pretend
that Kiara asks them the question/gives them the dare, and then they do it. Once the dare or truth has been completed, that
person is the next to spin the bottle. And should have a truth or dare spoilers at the bottom of the post, and the person to
post after that is the person receiving the truth/dare. If you have any questions, or need further clarification PM me.


What is the most expensive thing you own, and how much was it?
I dare you to write Fake in pen on your forehead, and keep it there until after dinner.




Next person post. yada yada yada. Bottle lands on me! yada yada yada. Truth. Answers truth.
Yada yada yada. Spins bottle. yada yada yada. Lands on someone.
truth= insert question
dare= insert dare

Next person after ^. Etc.
 
Frances sighed as the bottle spun and landed on her. Of course she knew Kiara best in the room and she could only fear what things she would ask or make her do. Of course in Frances' mind the things Kiara could make her do were worst then what could be asked of her. So she sided with truth. It wasn't a hard desicion back home in America her and the other young models would often play this game and it usually went about in turns of everyone picking truth first before someone was daring and picked Dare. By which point the girl you had to make the dare needed the advice of everyone else to come up with a really good one.

Picking truth she sighed at the question and stood up going to her trunk. She didn't know why she even brought the boots with her, but she did. And she wasn't ashamed presay that she had them, instead they made excellent riding boots. Holding them up she showed the girls before placing them back in her trunk and sitting down. "Those boots are, the cost around $2,250USD," she said shrugging her shoulders before spinning the bottle. She didn't enjoy the fact that she was rich, and she didn't enjoy that her parents bought her things she didn't need, but the girls sitting around her wouldn't understand that. "Right, Truth or Dare?" She asked looking up to the next girl.

If you could be anywhere else in the world right now, where would you want to be. Why?
I dare you to
Give yourself a wedgie as high as it can go.
 
Sydney stared at the bottle facing directly in front of her and sighed, laughing it off and giving a playful grin. In honesty she wanted to do dare, but at the same time, truth was so much more safe. She didn't want to make the girls wait, either. That would just be so rude of her to do, after all. In other games that she had played the other girls took forever to pick truth or dare, and she would often make a comment here or there just to make them hurry up. The brunette couldn't help if she was impatient, she was just raised in an environment where she never needed to wait for anything. The fact of the matter was that she wasn't spoiled, but she just knew what she wanted and she would do anything to get it.

"Truth." She replied with bored expression, deciding to pick a dare later on for the sake of hilarity to ensue. The question, however, caused her to think about one or two seconds. "California, obviously." Sydney Kirkland loved everything about California. After all she was trying to get into acting and was finally succeeding, the favorite of her family's houses was located there, and then she was in love with the high-class areas. But for the sake of hurrying the game along, she just smiled and shrugged. "I love being around all of the cameras, and the warm weather is just so heavenly." With that she took the bottle in her hand, spinning it and waiting for the next person to answer her own questions. At the same time, she was wondering, maybe one day all of the girls could come visit her in California.
What's the craziest thing you've ever done?
Put on the most tacky outfit you can think of.
 
A gasp escaped Euphemia's lips as she saw the bottle pointing towards her. She hadn't expected that it would land on to her that fast, but then again, this game was a game of luck it seemed, the chances to guess who would be picked next was something that is hard to calculate. Clasping her hands in front of her, she tried to decide whether she would choose truth, or should she choose dare. Truth seemed to the the safest choice though, for at least, she wouldn't have to do anything that would result to her being embarrassed or something, but then again, choosing truth would mean that she have to share a part of her to the group, that thought was pretty disturbing as well.

Sighing softly, she had finally decided to choose truth, she wouldn't want the others to wait for her choice after all, and besides, the question wouldn't be that hard, right? However, hearing the question asked, Euphemia cannot help but to pout. Really, it was so unfair in her opinion that the questions asked for the others was much easier than the one asked for her. It cannot be helped though, for surely, as the game progress, questions would be more difficult, and surely, dares would be harder as well. "I sneaked out of my room by jumping off the window. My mom wouldn't allow me to go out, that's why I escaped and went on a shopping spree, they haven't discovered it though..." She said, smiling a little at the thought of her unsuspecting parents. They believed everything that she had said, even if her reasons were not that logical. "That was it." She said with a shrug as she took the bottle on her hand and spun it the same way that the others did. "Truth or dare?"
What was the nastiest joke you ever played on someone?
Exchange a clothing item with the player on your right.
 
Maya nodded at the girl who suggested something about her hair. Smiling genuinely back at the girl, she smirked as the game began. It seemed a little childish, but once Maya heard the questions asked, she found it more interesting, rather than the typical questions normally posed. Which boy do you like? What's your favourite board game? Those questions were childish and for babies that didn't fancy a proper game or dare. Raising her eyebrows at the answers given, she eyed the riding boots that Frances held up. She knew that they were way out of her league of money, and a lightening bolt of jealousy ran through her as she found herself wishing that her parents hadn't ever put her up for adoption. Perhaps they were multimillionaires and could have brought her something like that. No, instead she was bundled into a care home where she was unloved and no one actually thought twice about what she wanted in life. Sighing at the prospect of her own fate, she jumped slightly as she found everyone looking at her expectantly. Realising that the bottle was indeed facing her way, she inwardly groaned and randomly selected the answer.

"Truth." At the end of the day, if the truth didn't work for her, then she could lie. No one in the dorm had bothered to get to know her well enough to tell whether she was lying or not, and her innocent look made her completely perfect to get away with doing wrong. The question was posed and she thought for a minute, trying to work out the point of these questions. "Thats easy. I guess it depends on what your thought of nasty is, but it was one summer. There was a horrible muggle..." At the mention of the word she frowned, restraining herself from spitting. "Well, he liked to annoy certain people and so i taught him a lesson. When he was in the forest, i managed to fling a wasps nest at him. The thing i didn't know was that he was allergic to wasps and therefore had an allergic reaction." She paused, making sure that the girls knew that the story wasn't a joke necessarily, but more of the meanest thing she had done. "He is fine now, but it taught him a lesson. So, thats the meanest thing i have ever done to anyone." She finished, holding eye contact with the girl who had asked her the question. Taking hold of the bottle, she paused momentarily before spinning it. When it landed on the next girl, she looked her in the eye and smiled. "Truth or dare?" She asked, her dark eyes shining with amusement as she tried to think of the best question or dare to ask.

Out of everything that you have ever done, what is it that you feel most guilty for doing?

Put a tray of ice-cubes on your stomach until they melt naturally (so without using a wand to speed up the process)

(OOC: Sorry for the lame truth and dare, i actually can't think today.)
 

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