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|  Fiiiight wheee yay! And hiii, Nem <3 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
SPOILER!!: Bernie & Nem! <3 Quote:
Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl  Bernie had never, in all the two years she'd known Claudine, seen her raise her voice like this. Claudine had honestly seemed less distraught than this when the acromantula were attempting to tear her limb from limb. She opened her mouth to say something, but didn't really know what to say. Except.....
"FINE," Bernadette declared, popping up from her hiding spot. She didn't give Claudine the dignity of handing her the crup carrier, though. Instead, the cowardly lion set the carrier flat on the ground, turned on her heel, and stalked off into the Great Hall.
Forget the Slytherin. Forget the cute, whimpering crups. Claudine could deal with her Head of House on her OWN. That's how Snakes were anyway. All...sticky....and slimy...and sneaky... didn't Snakes always stick together? You know what lions did with Snakes? ATE 'EM. Or at least played with them first, pouncing on them and spilling their guts and everything. Forget Snakes. Bernie had a PRIDE of FRIENDS who were NOT AS TROUBLESOME as Claudine Blaze. And she was going to go sit with them, now, thanks. Quote:
Originally Posted by Felixir What was this all about?
Nem, who had stopped just short of the Great Hall's doors to charm his robes dry somewhat, simply couldn't help but hear some sort of unpleasantness nearby. Really. Couldn't help it. It was a frequency his ears were tuned into by default. And was that Blaze's voice?
He didn't have to go very far to find out that, actually, it was. Nem stood a little ways away as Grantham stormed off, and he swept his rain-soaked hair off to one side, trying to decide if this was entertaining enough to grant it an audience.
Wait a minute.
"Is that a crup?" Nem said suddenly, and quite a bit LOUDER than was really necessary, stepping forward and pointing at one of the carriers. "Wicked. I didn't know they'd changed the rules." Again. Loud. So loud.
Whereas Claudine was trying to control her temper, Bernie apparently didn’t. Truth be told, the Slytherin did not feel any sort of surprise at the other girl’s outburst. “Fine,’’ she stated furiously. And what aggravated her even more was Bernie putting the carrier on the ground and not handing it over. Ugh. Why were Gryffindors always so annoying? She hated them. She hated the whole lot of them, especially the girl stalking away from her. “I cannot believe I considered you of all people my best friend. I don’t need you, Bernadette Grantham,’’ Claudine called to the retreating back of Bernie, her voice spitting venom in every syllable. The third year hated herself for what happened next: hot tears started to spill down her cheeks. She was not angered often but every time that she was, she ended up in tears of frustration.
Blinded by the waterworks, she had been oblivious to the presence of Nem. Not until he was practically shouting. Claudine ground her fist quickly against her cheeks and eyes. There was no need for anyone to know that she was crying. Even the sniff that came next was hurriedly disguised as a cough. “Nem. Please not so loudly.’’ She looked pleadingly at her housemate. “Yes, they are but they’re for someone. And I’m pretty sure that the rules have remained the same.’’ Otherwise Bernie wouldn’t be so afraid to be in possession of the creatures. “Why don’t you go on to the Great Hall, Nem? These will be out of my hair soon.’’ Yes, Nem, go on. Nothing to see here.
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