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[Illiana Verona]

Illiana Catalina Verona
witch. nineteen. quiet. good.

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Illiana clutched her books to her chest as she walked our of her seventh period physics class. She had seen a girl, Jen Doon who had fumbled through class barely awake, and a boy Todd who was failing the class. Illiana watched Todd walk out of the class late as Mr. Kendell asked him to stay late. She would help him, and she should but she was too shy. She wrote down a few tips and tricks on a sheet of paper and folded it a few times over and used her telekinesis to push the notes into his pocket.

Illiana and sighed walking away from the school building heading for her dorm room where she shared with another girl. Illiana Verona was not your typical girl- girl who only gossiped all the time, she was one of those quiet ones who never spoke more than a word. Thankfully the teachers almost never called on her. She pushed a strand of her blond hair away from her face and turned to look behind her- typically not something she usually did.

When she looked back she saw, well a guy who seemed to be staring at her. Oh no, lord no, she thought to herself, Guys, they were bad news, and she had a feeling- no she didn't have premonitions, just a little thing nagging at her to steer clear. Illiana's eyes looked around, shifting uneasily. She was a shape shifter and could become almost anything she wanted to be, she was also a good witch and wouldn't use her powers for evil. Her mother had been evil, not a good witch. She had been selfish and loved her wine.

Illiana turned away, jumping as she ran into someone she recognized from her History class; Erica Miller one of the popular and snobby girls. "Watch it, silent loser." She said in a nasty tone turning away from Illiana. Illiana didn't react at her words, they didn't bother her as much as others could. With a past like hers, there was a lot of things that could hurt her, as well as some things that just didn't matter. Some girls like Erica didn't understand harsh life. Illiana mumbled to herself, a slight English accent tainted her tone, "Oh...-" She didn't bother making another sound and walked off.

-words- 456
-muse- alright
-notes- um, idk how she's gonna see/ meet anyone- feel free to join. I hope you can read the font. xD
-tagged- (OPEN|)
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[PRUE HALLIWELL]

I DON'T GIVE A DAMN 'BOUT MY BAD REPUTATION
LIVING IN THE PAST IT'S A NEW GENERATION

Prue had just finished up a literature class and was walking around campus, not ready to go home yet. She didn't have any more classes this afternoon, and she thought of maybe coming back tonight to see if anyone was throwing a party. And maybe, just maybe she would run into Adam again. She hadn't really kept it a secret that she liked him. Why should she? This wasn't high school. And who cared if he was mortal? Aunt Paige married a mortal, and it worked out fine. Of course she didn't plan on telling Adam about her being a witch until later, when they had a good, steady relationship. Well, if they had a good, steady relationship. She wasn't too sure how he felt. But luckily for her, she knew that there was potential. Her father was a cupid and helped match people up.

So naturally, she was able to tell who was right for her and who wasn't. Of course she couldn't find her soul mate, any one person. She was only able to tell who was a potential match for her. The same went for her sisters. And she had a good feeling about Adam. As she walked, she spotted one of the sophmores. She'd seen the girl around before, and tried to recall a name. Illiana, maybe. It was a strange name, but pretty nonetheless. She watched as another girl, probably another sophmore, bumped into Illiana and gave her a dirty look. Prue's eyebrows furrowed at this. Well that was just rude. Illiana seemed to think so too, as she seemed to be talking under her breath and seemed upset about the whole thing. Prue changed course and walked toward her, managing to catch up to her pretty quickly.

"Hey!" she said once she got close enough. "You're Illiana, right? I'm Prue," she said, holding out her hand. The girl looked like she could use a friend, and Prue was always introducing herself. She liked to know who everyone was.

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TAGGING Illiana !
WORDS 000. !
WEARING CLOTHES !
NOTES My first thread with Prue, yay! Sorry it's crappy though !
LYRICS BAD REPUTATION BY JOAN JETT !
CREDIT R A W R IT’S E M M A ! OF CAUTION !

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[Illiana Verona]

Illiana Catalina Verona
witch. nineteen. quiet. good.

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Illiana sighed, there wasn't really much to say to Erica. She ignored it and continued on before being intercepted by another girl. She jumped as the other spoke her name, Illiana nodded, not saying anything. She wasn't much of a talker and just a listener. She thought she might seem a bit rude and responded in her English accent, "Hi." Was the one word she said. The nod previous was to answer the question. Illiana felt a tinge of unease as she met the girl, Prue. She seemed to be nice and just friendly, which Illiana was grateful for. She smiled lightly, not sure what exactly to say.

Great, just great. Illiana thought. my social awkwardness really does get in the way. She sighed mentally and dropped her physics book. oops... she thought to herself when she reached down the book seemed to leap into her hands. Oh... shoot. Just the time for my abilities to kick in. She glanced up, hoping Prue hadn't seen that. If she had... she didn't know what to say. Luckily it hadn't been too far of a move.

She remembered the time she first discovered she was a witch. That had been scary especially with her first power, controlling the elements. She used to make water splash when she was startled or cause a fire in the house back home- which explained the burnt cans. She knew for a fact that her mother used alcohol to heighten her powers- though it didn't work all that well and her mom always ended up wasted. Both her parents did. That was years ago and Illiana knew they were dead, though she didn't know where Sera and Lillia, her two sisters were, which made her a bit sad.


-words- 402
-muse- alright
-notes- s'okay I need a bit of time to warm up.
-tagged- (CARA|OPEN)
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[PRUE HALLIWELL]

I DON'T GIVE A DAMN 'BOUT MY BAD REPUTATION
LIVING IN THE PAST IT'S A NEW GENERATION

post coming soon

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TAGGING Illiana !
WORDS 000. !
WEARING CLOTHES !
NOTES My first thread with Prue, yay! Sorry it's crappy though !
LYRICS BAD REPUTATION BY JOAN JETT !
CREDIT R A W R IT’S E M M A ! OF CAUTION !

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