09-20-2014, 11:41 PM
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Hogwarts RPG Name: Ruth (Rae) Elliot Gryffindor First Year x12 x12
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Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl
Awww, did the mention of 'elves' scare the Mistress of All Evil? HA. Anastasia's lips curled upward into an amused smirk. That duck did look good though. She would surely have some of her own ONCE ALEXA VACATED HER SEAT, that is.
And besides that... "I didn't know you had a sister," the Headmistress commented idly. All that nonsense about a revolt though... and her playing dumb about her roles and titles... well frankly, it was becoming a chore to watch this charade.
"All right, I've had enough of your games," Anastasia declared, flicking her wand into her wrist and twirling it between her fingers. "I am the Headmistress of this school and I wish to eat my dinner at my rightfully earned place of honor, which you are foolishly occupying. So, you have two seconds to go to where you belong, OVER THERE," and she pointed to the Gryffindor table, "or I will remove you. Now go."
As for that last bit, with the 'rule through her nonsense...' well, Bunz had frankly lost interest and stopped listening. She did physically hear her, but it just went in one ear and out the other. Having received no guarantee on the tart, Maleficent opted to leave it be as well. Somehow she would find this kitchen the woman spoke of and she would watch the elves herself. Yes. FORCE them to make her a proper meal that wouldn't bring about the end of her. With this plan set she had now only to defend her thrown from this over zealous peasant standing before her--half sitting on the desk as it were.
Her eyes flashed with indignation. "You DARE presume to unseat ME???" Her voice's pitch fluctuated as she spoke but her eyes never wavered even for a second. "The nerve! The gall of you! No one unseats ME."
Oh but hang on, she was the head of this place? Ahem. Maleficent took a moment to compose herself, afterall, a queen must always be composed, even when dealing with the most difficult of subjects. "The Head you say? You're the one who's got the crown I want then." That was easy enough to gather. "Alright then, hand it over and I might let you live despite your insolence." A hand stretched forth toward her and she gave an expectant look. A crown fit for a queen, then she would truly be in charge. "Well hurry it up, I haven't got all evening now that I know where this wretched food comes from." And blast it all that looked like blueberry pie. She would have to let them make her one as well.
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