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brave-at-heart-xo · 09-14-2011, 11:17 PM

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Originally Posted by Slitherclaw

“Wait. It is?” I had been meaning that as a joke, not anything serious. So the original Slytherin WAS evil and twisted. So I wasn’t crazy. “Gosh…he was a really evil man, wasn’t he?” I really didn’t like discrimination. I mean, no one did. But somehow, I noticed it in people more than others did. Out of anyone I knew, it would be me that noticed if some guy was picking on this guy or that guy based on any reason. And I knew that in Europe the difference between Solid bloods (or Pure bloods, as they said here) and Muggle born was much greater than it was at home.

This was really what happened? Woah…This was like, totally story worthy. Superduper story worthy. Play worthy? Yes. “So um…are there…you know…” I scratched the back of my head. “Any plays written about such story?” Cause I mean, I could get famous. Like, you know, big time.

But lets forget all that.

Something much more important had arisen to my attention. We were both a lot closer together than we were before. It looked as if I had scooted towards her…and, to my glee, she had scooted over to me. This was, by far, much more important than any old British Wizarding fairy tale, even if it was true.

In the past, that is to say a few days previously at Florean’s (heh), Cinderella had seemed like a perfect girl. The girl who could do everything. However, she now evidently had a different side as well. And I like it. A lot.

She even had the whole mischievous grin and hair style pretty much nailed without really trying. And let me tell you one thing: That girl looked Fine. Well, that’s what some people would say. I would say she just happened to seem irresistibly cute, especially like this. Somehow she had gotten her whole persona into a little trouble maker. Somehow even her creamy chocolate eyes and precious auburn curls were suddenly glinting with a hard, bright (and awesome) glare of mischievousness.

“We’re forbidden, eh? Well I guess that just means I must hold on to you for as long as possible.” And I did. I didn’t even register the many ways that sentences could be interpreted. “Never? Neverever? What if…you know. I wanna see a friend. At night.” I grinned.

"Yes, it is. Try not to sound so shocked." She meant it to be teasing, but he did actually sound genuinely surprised. "I guess you could say that. Back then and up until the second Wizarding War, there were always those people who thought purebloods were superior. It's just how it went. I'm sure there are still people who think that, actually. Purebloods, half-bloods, Muggle borns; it used to be a big deal. Blood status was really important here. It was the source for a lot of continuing rivalries; some passed down through families. I never had to experience it firsthand, but my dad used to tell me stories about it a lot."

It was strange, explaining something as important as this to someone; most of the students knew it. It was second nature to everyone by now, at least for the ones who had magic in their blood somehow, and those that didn't usually read about it before coming here. It was history. She hadn't realized that he might not have had to deal with all of this back in America.

"A play? There might be. I know there are books, because things like this basically shaped our culture here. But I'm not sure about a play." Even if she was a little theatre geek, she had never come across a play about her history.

She glanced out of the corner of her eye, taking note of their sudden closeness. They had both moved towards each other, and the space between them was down to mere inches. She couldn't help but smile happily, a light pink heat filling her cheeks. Every other thought left her head, their closeness was all she could focus on.

There was just something about right now, this moment, who they were. Back at Florean's when they had first met, there was something about him there, but it wasn't like right now. There he had been charming, perfection, everything a girl could have wanted and more. But here...this was new. He was mysterious and wonderful and alluring. He was a whole new definition of the word trouble; even his eyes seemed to dance with mischief as they stared at hers.

"We're absolutely forbidden." She said softly with a devilish grin. "I guess we'll just have to hold on to each other. For as long as possible." And in that moment, it's all she wanted; for him to hold her and not have to let go. "If you got caught, you might get expelled, and I don't want to risk that. Even if it was really important. At night."

09-14-2011, 11:17 PM	#165 (permalink)
brave-at-heart-xo Jarvey Join Date: May 2010 Location: Pennsylvania Posts: 619 Hogwarts RPG Name: Adelyn Grace Bennett-Black Fifth Year	Quote: Originally Posted by Slitherclaw “Wait. It is?” I had been meaning that as a joke, not anything serious. So the original Slytherin WAS evil and twisted. So I wasn’t crazy. “Gosh…he was a really evil man, wasn’t he?” I really didn’t like discrimination. I mean, no one did. But somehow, I noticed it in people more than others did. Out of anyone I knew, it would be me that noticed if some guy was picking on this guy or that guy based on any reason. And I knew that in Europe the difference between Solid bloods (or Pure bloods, as they said here) and Muggle born was much greater than it was at home. This was really what happened? Woah…This was like, totally story worthy. Superduper story worthy. Play worthy? Yes. “So um…are there…you know…” I scratched the back of my head. “Any plays written about such story?” Cause I mean, I could get famous. Like, you know, big time. But lets forget all that. Something much more important had arisen to my attention. We were both a lot closer together than we were before. It looked as if I had scooted towards her…and, to my glee, she had scooted over to me. This was, by far, much more important than any old British Wizarding fairy tale, even if it was true. In the past, that is to say a few days previously at Florean’s (heh), Cinderella had seemed like a perfect girl. The girl who could do everything. However, she now evidently had a different side as well. And I like it. A lot. She even had the whole mischievous grin and hair style pretty much nailed without really trying. And let me tell you one thing: That girl looked Fine. Well, that’s what some people would say. I would say she just happened to seem irresistibly cute, especially like this. Somehow she had gotten her whole persona into a little trouble maker. Somehow even her creamy chocolate eyes and precious auburn curls were suddenly glinting with a hard, bright (and awesome) glare of mischievousness. “We’re forbidden, eh? Well I guess that just means I must hold on to you for as long as possible.” And I did. I didn’t even register the many ways that sentences could be interpreted. “Never? Neverever? What if…you know. I wanna see a friend. At night.” I grinned. "Yes, it is. Try not to sound so shocked." She meant it to be teasing, but he did actually sound genuinely surprised. "I guess you could say that. Back then and up until the second Wizarding War, there were always those people who thought purebloods were superior. It's just how it went. I'm sure there are still people who think that, actually. Purebloods, half-bloods, Muggle borns; it used to be a big deal. Blood status was really important here. It was the source for a lot of continuing rivalries; some passed down through families. I never had to experience it firsthand, but my dad used to tell me stories about it a lot." It was strange, explaining something as important as this to someone; most of the students knew it. It was second nature to everyone by now, at least for the ones who had magic in their blood somehow, and those that didn't usually read about it before coming here. It was history. She hadn't realized that he might not have had to deal with all of this back in America. "A play? There might be. I know there are books, because things like this basically shaped our culture here. But I'm not sure about a play." Even if she was a little theatre geek, she had never come across a play about her history. She glanced out of the corner of her eye, taking note of their sudden closeness. They had both moved towards each other, and the space between them was down to mere inches. She couldn't help but smile happily, a light pink heat filling her cheeks. Every other thought left her head, their closeness was all she could focus on. There was just something about right now, this moment, who they were. Back at Florean's when they had first met, there was something about him there, but it wasn't like right now. There he had been charming, perfection, everything a girl could have wanted and more. But here...this was new. He was mysterious and wonderful and alluring. He was a whole new definition of the word trouble; even his eyes seemed to dance with mischief as they stared at hers. "We're absolutely forbidden." She said softly with a devilish grin. "I guess we'll just have to hold on to each other. For as long as possible." And in that moment, it's all she wanted; for him to hold her and not have to let go. "If you got caught, you might get expelled, and I don't want to risk that. Even if it was really important. At night."