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Droo · 12-19-2007, 10:58 PM

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Originally Posted by Linda Black

Excelsior laughed. "Not at all, my dear Cassandra, not at all. It must be hard for you, knowing how many other students here at Hogwarts look down at you and talk about you behind you back. They talk about you behind your back, you know, saying all kinds of things about you, how insufferable you are, how mean spirited, how you have to be right all the time. There are a lot of people here who would rather not have anything to do with you at all, if the truth be told. How must that feel? And then the business with Erikson. My, how that must hurt. It does seem that no matter what you do, dear, dear, Cassandra, you just can't seem to capture his attention."

Excelsior hadn't been placed in Slytherin for nothing. He didn't always say that much, but he never missed a trick as far as observing what was going on with people around him. He didn't want to use this stuff against Cassandra but this was the exercise, and the teacher seemed to be impressed. That was the important thing, wasn't it? He would apologize to Cassandra later, if they were still talking, she was, after all, his inspiration and role model. He really did feel bad for badgering her and ashamed that he was so good at it. That was an unfortunate trait that he tried very hard to keep hidden.

Cassandra's smiling face looked as if a freezing charm had hit it. Not a twitch, not a movement. Her eyes were fixed on the boy's. This kid was good... she didn't much care what others thought of her, but he kept bringing up Erikson... If this weren't an assignment, Cassandra's wand would be out and the kid would have been against the back wall, hanging upside down and crying his head off.

"Talk is cheap, Black." She said, her lips barely moving. "Do you really think I care what people say behind my back? What common people think?" She rolled her eyes. "The people who matter, find me charming... the ones that dont, like that little Ravenclaw, or Gryffindor, who dumped you, like the sack of day old maggot larvae you truly are, do not affect me in the least. As for our Herbology Professor," Cassandra's eyes darted to DeLuca then back to Excelsior, "the only attention I need from him is directed towards my work and as I am one of his top students, I don't see your point."

She stared at him for a second before adding, "And I would appreciate that when you address me, you turn your head. Your breath smells like something vile crawled in your mouth to die there and then came back to live just long enough to fart. The assignment was to offend me, not my sense of smell."

12-19-2007, 10:58 PM	#102 (permalink)
Droo Blast-Ended Skrewt Join Date: May 2006 Posts: 15,697 Hogwarts RPG Name: Sebastian Price First Year	The Harpy of Hogwarts \| Dungeon Mistress \| Bimba di Serpeverde Quote: Originally Posted by Linda Black Excelsior laughed. "Not at all, my dear Cassandra, not at all. It must be hard for you, knowing how many other students here at Hogwarts look down at you and talk about you behind you back. They talk about you behind your back, you know, saying all kinds of things about you, how insufferable you are, how mean spirited, how you have to be right all the time. There are a lot of people here who would rather not have anything to do with you at all, if the truth be told. How must that feel? And then the business with Erikson. My, how that must hurt. It does seem that no matter what you do, dear, dear, Cassandra, you just can't seem to capture his attention." Excelsior hadn't been placed in Slytherin for nothing. He didn't always say that much, but he never missed a trick as far as observing what was going on with people around him. He didn't want to use this stuff against Cassandra but this was the exercise, and the teacher seemed to be impressed. That was the important thing, wasn't it? He would apologize to Cassandra later, if they were still talking, she was, after all, his inspiration and role model. He really did feel bad for badgering her and ashamed that he was so good at it. That was an unfortunate trait that he tried very hard to keep hidden. Cassandra's smiling face looked as if a freezing charm had hit it. Not a twitch, not a movement. Her eyes were fixed on the boy's. This kid was good... she didn't much care what others thought of her, but he kept bringing up Erikson... If this weren't an assignment, Cassandra's wand would be out and the kid would have been against the back wall, hanging upside down and crying his head off. "Talk is cheap, Black." She said, her lips barely moving. "Do you really think I care what people say behind my back? What common people think?" She rolled her eyes. "The people who matter, find me charming... the ones that dont, like that little Ravenclaw, or Gryffindor, who dumped you, like the sack of day old maggot larvae you truly are, do not affect me in the least. As for our Herbology Professor," Cassandra's eyes darted to DeLuca then back to Excelsior, "the only attention I need from him is directed towards my work and as I am one of his top students, I don't see your point." She stared at him for a second before adding, "And I would appreciate that when you address me, you turn your head. Your breath smells like something vile crawled in your mouth to die there and then came back to live just long enough to fart. The assignment was to offend me, not my sense of smell." __________________ Last edited by Droo; 12-19-2007 at 11:08 PM.