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- OOC First Name
- Pat
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- Wand
- 17" Ebony Wand Essence of a Dragon Talon
- Age
- 3/2010
Nia sat in the fashion area of the Conglomerated Arts Club; as usual, on her own; as usual. It had become a common thing for the Fifth Year Slytherin but she didn't mind so much because it meant she got to do what she loved most with little hasstle from anyone else - apart from the odd member of the club who came to use one of the various areas, but Nia stayed well away from them. This wasn't because she was anti-social; far from it as she was brought up in the spotlight and well used to large crowds, but it was different for her in school. People knew her, or at least thought they knew her as the fashion diva mean slytherin who was a snot nosed, spoilt rich kid who only hung about with ones just like her, which was far from true. Her friends just happened to all like fashion and take pride in what they wear, there was nothing wrong with that, right? And sure maybe some of the 'Glam Squad' had a bit of a bad reputation in school, especially when it concerned the 'Goth Gang' but Nia made sure to stay well away from any of that stuff.
Sighing as the same old, same old thoughts went through her head Nia shook it lightly. She had made the mistake of trying to do some of her homework, being her OWL year she had to try extra hard, but it wasn't working too well for her. Getting up of the beanbag she moved over to the sewing machine and picked up where she left off on the latest of her projects. Glancing at her sketches she looked back at what she had done so far and got back to work. It was a simple enough dress but when an idea came to Nia she had to go through with it, even if she liked it or not.
Sighing as the same old, same old thoughts went through her head Nia shook it lightly. She had made the mistake of trying to do some of her homework, being her OWL year she had to try extra hard, but it wasn't working too well for her. Getting up of the beanbag she moved over to the sewing machine and picked up where she left off on the latest of her projects. Glancing at her sketches she looked back at what she had done so far and got back to work. It was a simple enough dress but when an idea came to Nia she had to go through with it, even if she liked it or not.