RP Ravenclaw Tower

Not much point doing common room and dorms because we only have one Ravenclaw. It's blue.

Evangeline got up earlier than her roommates, thankfully her own age, and washed and dressed promptly. Her uniform was neat, with a straight skirt, shirt, tie and robes, and slightly heeled black shoes. Her hair was brushed straight down her back, and the front part twisted on either side and clipped back. She put in some earrings, picked up her satchel and walked down for breakfast.

Evangeline woke that Thursday, dressed smartly in her uniform, and plaited her hair so that it swung in a long braid that ended midway down her ribs. She stepped into her shoes, picked up her satchel, and trotted down the stairs for breakfast.

After a dreamy, deep sleep, Evangeline woke with a smile and got herself dressed. She put on her bellbottom jeans and a slim-fitting jumper that showed off her slender figure to perfection. Once she had put her hair in two low ponytails so that her hair rested on her shoulders and Dow her front, she skipped downstairs for breakfast. She could hardly wait for the awkwardness with Sirius.

With her hair loosely curled, Millie was just going down to breakfast when she passed the entrance to her tower. She stopped, then cleared her throat and poked her head up through the doorway.

M: Evangeline?

Not that that was possible but okay. Evangeline trotted down, perfect as usual with her hair in two low pigtails.

E: Hi!

Creative license.

M: Hey!

Evangeline was alarmingly perky for someone who had just gotten into a drama llama fight the previous night.

M: How was your...night?

E: Well, I went to sleep, and then woke up in the morning.

M: Right, so are you...ahem. Okay. Shall we go to breakfast?

E: Yes!

Evangeline smiled and started walking.

Millie gave her a weird look behind her back before she caught up.

Evangeline stood before her mirror, adjusting her freshly straightened hair over her shoulders, so long without all of the kinks and curls in it that it almost reached down to her hips. She dabbed on some lipgloss and adjusted the dress she'd picked out with Millie before; dark pink, v-neck, wrap-around, down to her knees. It showcased her figure beautifully, and there was no question that she was stunning. Tucking her curtain of hair behind her ear, Evangeline smiled at herself, picked up her bag and cardigan and went to meet Andrew.

Halloween night:
Evangeline was putting the finishing touches to her elaborate costume. Her dress was black taffetta with velvet crimson roses adorning it in a Tudor style. The hem was trimmed with ermine, as were the long black bell sleeves that went over the sleeves of the slim-fitting red under-dress. Ermine also went around the low scoop-neck collar (made modest by the sweetheart neckline of the red underdress), and the deep red velvet cloak boasted ermine over the shoulders down to the wrist. She had strung pearls around her neck, draped twice so that one row was around her neck choker-style, adorned with a ruby, or a very good facsimile, you never could tell with Evangeline, set in gold with three tear-drop pearls hanging from the bottom of it, and the other row tucked into her cleavage. From her ears hung earrings that matched the charm on the necklace, rubies in gold with tear-drop pearls. Rings dripped from her elegant fingers, meaning that she had to hold them up a little, giving gravitas to her movements. Her lips were painted dark, sultry red, eyelids painted bronze-y brown. She had waved her hair so that it ran down her back, and taken the front section back and secured it at the back with a gold grip, sleek. On her head, she was fixing a gold coronet beset with tiny rubies and pearls. Delicate red slippers were revealed amongst black petticoats when she walked. Once she had fastened her bracelet around her wrist, the same gold, pearls and rubies, she smiled at her reflection, slid her wand up her sleeve, and left to meet with her friends.