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pinecone · 06-18-2015, 08:02 PM

SPOILER!!: Our new nemesis/Lex

Lysander was beyond incredulous as the girl claimed she wasn't bullying him, right after stealing his glasses (an issue he had faced several times in his childhood with many bullies), and told him he had a personality that sucked doxy eggs! "If this isn't bullying, but rather the common courtesy you show your friends, I have absolutely no desire to ever be within fifty yards of your annoying little being ever again," he countered sharply, his exposed eyes unable to see her but now set into an infuriated glare.

As she suggested he make her give them back, his jaw clenched so intensely it appeared as if steam might begin coming out of his ears any second. "Make you?" he repeated, his voice nearly shaking with anger. "What are you? Five years old?" Who was this girl? It's like she was manufactured to be his direct, infuriating opposite -- his absolute nemesis. And he was only two steps into the ministry! As she suggested he play nice in order to get his glasses back, since she was also holding his wand hostage, Lysander let out a disbelieving scoff which sounded more like a nerdy guffaw. "You are a nightmare," he muttered, not bothering to cover up his voice in the slightest as she moved on to the next person in line.

....

It took Lysander about five straight minutes of silence in which he contemplated several options, all through a solid glare set at Lex's vague form which was all he could see. He could walk away! But...she had his glasses..and his wand. He could demand to see her superior and complain! But...he had no way of visually spotting said superior and if he asked her, there was no chance of her being decent enough to follow his wishes. So what was he to do? All of this computing happened in the first thirty seconds and the rest of his time was spent avoiding the inevitable. Play nice, Lysander. It wasn't the first time he'd heard that request. "LEX," he demanded her attention sharply before clearing his throat. He paused, thinking for a moment before an expression came onto his face that can only be described as a painful grimace. And then, silently, it transformed into what can only be described as a dazzling, sparkling bright white smile. Without his signature glasses and signature scowl, Lysander looked much less like a life-size insect and much more like...like...well, like a charming, handsome young man. He had the slightest smile lines that peeked out underneath striking cheekbones, and for once his curly hair was more of a feature than a detriment, his green eyes all the more visible without the eyewear covering them up. More or less, it's like that thing in a rom-com where the nerdy chick protagonist takes off her glasses and everyone realizes she's hot and might be viable for prom queen.

"Lex, may I have my own private personal property back? All of it." He could sense that he was forgetting something and once he remembered, his face faltered for just a moment before returning, though this time with slight pain behind his concentrated gaze. "Please." Oh dear Merlin, he was going to barf.

06-18-2015, 08:02 PM	#83 (permalink)
pinecone Puffskein Join Date: May 2015 Location: Westeros Posts: 1,025	SPOILER!!: Our new nemesis/Lex Quote: Originally Posted by DaniDiNardo Closer inspection told her that these things were absolutely HUGE. Huger than when they'd been on his face. Was that even possible? Lex turned them over and over in her hand, held them up to look through them then went back to turning them over and over. For a moment the man was all but forgotten...until she remembered the point was to see his face. Ah yes, now she remembered. Lex dropped his glasses next to the wand, faaaar from where his hands had rested then turned to look at him again with a grin. COULD HE TELL SHE WAS GRINNING??? "Would you look at that, you aren't half bad to look at even with a personality that sucks doxy eggs. Don't worry, lots of girls don't really wanna talk and don't really wanna have deep conversations anyway. They'd never need to know you could make manticores cry." Just take her cousin for instance! Arisa didn't truly care about a single word that left a man's mouth. She might have gone on giving her world class famous advice but then he...was calling her a bully? What now? "I'm not bullying you. Don't be such a pansy. It's called taking an active interest in your well-being and I think someone needs to but clearly it won't be you." Her face contorted into a rather stubborn look then. Brows set, eyes locked, arms folded. Give them back? *"I'm gonna have to ask you to make me. Could accio them. Oh wait. I took your wand too. Guess you'll have to ask nicely* and start being a little more friendly or go without." His choice. She would let him think it through for a moment while she got this next visitor. Lysander was beyond incredulous as the girl claimed she wasn't bullying him, right after stealing his glasses (an issue he had faced several times in his childhood with many bullies), and told him he had a personality that sucked doxy eggs! "If this isn't bullying, but rather the common courtesy you show your friends, I have absolutely no desire to ever be within fifty yards of your annoying little being ever again,"** he countered sharply, his exposed eyes unable to see her but now set into an infuriated glare. As she suggested he make her give them back, his jaw clenched so intensely it appeared as if steam might begin coming out of his ears any second. *"Make you?"* he repeated, his voice nearly shaking with anger. *"What are* you? Five years old?" Who was this girl? It's like she was manufactured to be his direct, infuriating opposite -- his absolute nemesis. And he was only two steps into the ministry! As she suggested he play nice in order to get his glasses back, since she was also holding his wand hostage, Lysander let out a disbelieving scoff which sounded more like a nerdy guffaw. "You are a nightmare,"** he muttered, not bothering to cover up his voice in the slightest as she moved on to the next person in line. .... It took Lysander about five straight minutes of silence in which he contemplated several options, all through a solid glare set at Lex's vague form which was all he could see. He could walk away! But...she had his glasses..and his wand. He could demand to see her superior and complain! But...he had no way of visually spotting said superior and if he asked her, there was no chance of her being decent enough to follow his wishes. So what was he to do? All of this computing happened in the first thirty seconds and the rest of his time was spent avoiding the inevitable. Play nice, Lysander. It wasn't the first time he'd heard that request. "LEX," he demanded her attention sharply before clearing his throat. He paused, thinking for a moment before an expression came onto his face that can only be described as a painful grimace. And then, silently, it transformed into what can only be described as a dazzling, sparkling bright white smile. Without his signature glasses and signature scowl, Lysander looked much less like a life-size insect and much more like...like...well, like a charming, handsome young man. He had the slightest smile lines that peeked out underneath striking cheekbones, and for once his curly hair was more of a feature than a detriment, his green eyes all the more visible without the eyewear covering them up. More or less, it's like that thing in a rom-com where the nerdy chick protagonist takes off her glasses and everyone realizes she's hot and might be viable for prom queen. "Lex, may I have my own private personal property back? All of it." He could sense that he was forgetting something and once he remembered, his face faltered for just a moment before returning, though this time with slight pain behind his concentrated gaze. "Please." Oh dear Merlin, he was going to barf.