LLEWELLYN, mallory vanessa

Peppy, pleasing, warm and really very friendly, Mallory is a very, almost obsessive about her dance, she spends hours and hours in a dance studio either teaching or having lessons herself. Though she's very new in town, she's friendly and happy to make friends, not only is she easily befriended but she's a hopeless romantic and when a move is made, she cannot help but respond. She's lovely sweet and rarely helpless or tearful, find yourself in her company and even when she's occupied by another task at hand she will always talk, happily and kindly,she's a friendly little creature, though can be shy when she wants to be, which isn't often as shyness often looks like foolishness. The best time for her, when she has no shyness of any sort, is when she's dancing, she simply forgets everything wrong with the world and any sadness and hardships surrounding her and is just released into the peaceful state where the only thing in her mind is the next movement she has to make. However, she's not the most... traditional of dancers, of course the way she has been taught ballet is traditional but when she performs and choreographs dances for herself, classical pieces often become mixed with the piano part of a pop song. The effect, well you'd have to see it for yourself but with a good pianist it's often astounding but she hardly has a big head about her talent, she's down to earth, kind and respectable with a good reputation, though reputations are there to be tarnished. Could hers be? Perhaps but the only things likely to go wrong in her life at the moment is her lessons not going as planned or not getting the grades she wished for at school. However she only has a few weeks before she graduates and she'll happily leave and teach full time, unless something unexpected, like a scholarship to a dance school, should come her way.

Mallory Vanessa Llewellyn was born the twin to a three hours older twin brother. A quiet baby, her birth parents couldn’t cope with a second child as they hadn’t known that her mother was expecting twins. They wanted to give one up for adoption and the fairest way was to give up the youngest, the one they doubted they had been expecting. A rich, kind English family adopted her and took her to their home in Chichester, where they brought her up with her two adopted sisters, from her birth parents the baby received no contact and no pictures were sent to them either. Officially and in her adopted parents’ minds they were not her parents.

All three children grew up happily despite the age differences, Florence was five years older than Mallory and Francesca was three years older. Somehow they always managed to manage their differences, to help each other with their homework, friendship issues, even in family arguments one could always find comfort in another. They joined various local clubs and joined after school clubs, they were always popular, though it was often because of their parents’ money, though it didn’t always bother them. They had each other and were always relatively close; despite the adoption, that none of them, apart from their parents, knew about.

Mallory was always the least popular of the Llewellyn girls, even less so after her high school prom at sixteen. It had been a really wonderfully beautiful evening but no one seemed to get along. Everyone seemed to want to get away from each other, couldn’t wait to move on to college in September. As a result she felt it was really awful. Mal had climbed onto a table and lectured her fellow students, how much they ought to miss each other in ten years time, how awful they’d been to each other in the past five years and how they ought to get on with each other for just one night. They’d laughed at her, thought her ridiculous and so she’d run from the prom embarrassed, but luckily only ten minutes from home. When she got home she was met by her sisters who helped her to see sense, and the next day her friends came to see her, they comforted her and told her that it was just the light heartedness of the evening and how excited everyone was about leaving senior school and moving onto college.

After that Mallory really was happy enough to be heading off to college with the rest of her year though after her attack at them at the prom they could all safely say that they weren't quite so happy about going to college with her. After they had all been at college a few months, her father’s company decided they needed to move him to Newport as more of the sales were on the West Coast of America, it was worth a huge amount of money. Neither of Mallory's parents was pleased, having the girl they considered to be their daughter so close to her birth parents and her twin brother, but despite this the family moved without the juvenile knowing about the adoption, her two sisters did however. Since both of her elder sisters were over eighteen they didn't actually have to move legally, but decided to anyway, thinking that America would be better for them.

Six months since the move and Mallory's got used to life here in Newport. She's found herself a notch in dance and sports among other things, even though she’d had to be moved down a year when she moved because she wasn’t taught American history at her English schools. Despite having bumped into her brother and birth parents she hasn't recognised them nor they her. Perhaps she'll never find out about the adoption, perhaps she will, though one thing is for sure. Life in Bluewater is certainly nothing like Chichester

It had been twelve long weeks since Mallory's parents had uprooted her from England and dragged her to move over to this town. It was nice here, and it had some really beautiful dance facility's but, really it wasn't her favourite place. She missed home, she missed her sisters and her friends, heck she even missed the house she had hated for seven years of her life. Since she'd been in the town, one might say she had overly thrown herself into her dance and her sports, even taking up a new one. If you were trying to analyse her behaviour, you would then assume that sport was her safe place, her one true release which was true, of dance at least. Where one she would spend perhaps five hours a week dancing, now she would spend ten at least, however, she still had time to do other things, she was on the lacrosse team at school, she played tennis with her parents and at the weekends she was having surfing lessons. That's where her only problem in this town came, but she was certain that what she thought about her instructor was merely a school girl crush, it had to be, he was so much older than her that it was just ridiculous. It was also be frowned upon, by everyone, especially her parents, though perhaps not her sisters.

Today, Mallory had been given the day off school. Purely on the basis that she was supposed to be meeting Florence off of a plane from England. The teen had hardly been able to sleep the night before, she was so excited to see her sister though she had probably gotten her hopes up too high. That morning she had gotten up far too early, she went for a run, a swim and the spent two hours in a dance studio rehearsing for a recital she had, that had set her up nicely for the day and around mid afternoon she made her way off to the airport, she wasn't exactly overly early but she knew the plane could be late.

Mallory stood by the gate waiting for her sisters plane, she saw on the board that a plane had just landed and she hoped it would be Flo. It wasn't to be. Shortly after she saw that her phone rang, pulling it from her pocket she noticed the caller ID said Florence was calling her, this could hardly have been her plane then, "Hey Flo, what time are you getting in," despite Florence being five years older than her, they'd always gotten on best, they'd been closer than she and Francesca had been, though the oldest of the Llewellyn girls did have a fuller life than the rest, "About that Mal, I won't be coming in today, somethings come up, I'll call you at the weekend," that was all Mallory got by way of an apology. She barely had time to say a choked goodbye before her sister ended the call. Fighting tears she backed away from the gate, she'd so been looking forward to seeing her sister, they'd always had so much fun together and, it was a horrid thing of her to do, to cancel on her. With blurred vision from tears she refused to let fall, Mallory tried to walk away but as she did so she tripped over someone's suitcase. As she landed on the floor with a bump all the tears she'd held back fell and she felt like a stupid child, she just couldn't help it. Mallory climbed to her feet and dusted herself off, clearly her next stop would be the dance studio again.

laue; gmt; three or four years; none yet; harry potter; seven