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Post by sabrinedeferrars on Mar 25, 2012 15:14:33 GMT -5
(This is my first time, sorry if I have messed up, feel free to inform me how this works :') )
Stumbling into the common room with an irritably annoying Pansy Parkinson draping off of her shoulders, she looked around the common room that was a dungeon. "Pansy, Please. I've told you to leave for the fifth time, I can find my way around now, thanks.." Sabrine muttered in annoyance to the pug-faced girl. "No no Sabrine. You'll be needing my help. Draco will be here any moment now.." Pansy said, and she ascended onto her tiptoes and searched the common room, as if Draco would just appear out of nowhere.
Sabrine knew why Pansy was being so uncommonly nice to her. Not because she was new, but because she could start up a conversation with Draco. Pansy had no real interest in befriending Sabrine at all. "Stay here, I'll be right back! I'm just off to erm, find someone." Pansy said to you sharply, before stumbling across the common room and out of sight. Once the coast was clear, Sabrine walked away from Pansy and into a more secluded area of the common room, where she dropped her bag down and settled down. Before she sat on the floor, examining her school time table, she heard a yelp (Charity.) to Sabrines horror, she looked down to notice a crowd of three, rather good looking people, who were older. She felt intimidated already, though Sabrine stood her ground. "Sorry." She mumbled before removing her bag from Charity's foot and putting her head down, covering her face as she had become bright red from embarrassment and Sabrine began to read her time-table.
((Sorry that it's look! introduction post)
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Post by sabrinedeferrars on Mar 25, 2012 15:14:48 GMT -5
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Post by Ramzzy Radulescu on Mar 25, 2012 17:42:14 GMT -5
Charity regained her composure as she stood up straight. She flipped her red locks over her shoulder and glared down at Sabrine. "And who are you?" She questioned scathing as she raised a newly pierced eyebrow. "I've never seen you around here..." Charity peered at her curiously before stepping back and putting a hand on her hip.
"You're a Slytherin? You haaavvee to be kidding me." Charity stretched out the word with disgust as she turned to Autumn. "The Sorting Hat is sure slacking off as of late." She let out a delicate snort as she turned back to her. "So, what are you? A first year?"
There seemed to be more and more fake Slytherins popping up. Charity seriously doubted that this one had any Slytherin in her. She seemed to shy and timid. She had even said sorry! What type of Slytherin says sorry? A fake Slytherin.
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Post by sabrinedeferrars on Mar 26, 2012 11:09:40 GMT -5
Sabrine put her time table down slowly, feeling her blood boil slowly. She was still red from embarrassment, but nobody should talk to her, whether they are older than her or not. Parting her hair out of her eyes, she glared at Charity with bored eyes. "I'm Sabrine De Ferrars, and yes I'm new, but it would be appreciated if you change your tone." Sabrine said bluntly, not breaking eye contact with Charity, though she tried to discreetly examine her eyebrow piercing, she scoffed quietly to herself. "Yeah, came here this morning." She replied to Charitys remark. She stayed sat on the floor, peering at her time table when she heard Charity's harsh comment. "You're a Slytherin? You haaaaaaaaave to be kidding me." The girl spat in disgust. "Excuse me to be so blunt, but do I look like I'm joking?" Sabrine spat back. She would've stayed quiet if the crowd of people just shut up and said hello back to her, but if this was the kind of first impressions she would get from people, Sabrine was sure she'd be getting into a lot of arguments. She heard Charity then comment "The Sorting Hat is sure slacking off as of late." with an added snort on the end. ""Listen, I don't know who you are, but I happen to be in my 6th year, thank you. And curtly, calling me a fake Slytherin doesn't make you any realer, and I bet you're a mudblood." Sabrine retorted a little too loudly, when she argued her voice automatically raised. "Oh, and by the way; I don't really know the qualities of a 'fake Slytherin' pursues as I haven't been here long, but you better watch your back, and your name is..?" Sabrine questioned, now standing face to face with Charity, well. Face to shoulder, Sabrine was quite short, this did not help her hot-headed persona.
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Post by Ramzzy Radulescu on Mar 26, 2012 13:38:30 GMT -5
Charity's eyes narrowed as she shrugged. "Hmm, sixth year has spunk." Charity couldn't help but smile at the smaller girl. What a cute temper set off by a few remarks. She may just be a Slytherin afterall, just not a smart one.
"You're cute but listen. Telling me to watch my back is sort of moot. See, there is a few things you obviously don't know, one of them being your place, but I am Charity Anderson, seventh year Slytherin, married to Tom Riddle." Charity looked at Autumn and rolled her eyes.
"If you're looking to be the Slytherin Princess, that spot is already filled. Calm down, hot shot." Charity gritted her teeth at the mudblood commr T and raised her hand to strike her but slowly lowered it. Self control is how you got to the top, not blowing up and striking out.
"I'm bored." Charity shrugged as she looked back Yari. "And cold." She added as Yari jumped to give her his cloak. She pulled it around her and picked at a cutical. Charity sighed and turned away, Yari grabbing her bag.
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Post by sabrinedeferrars on Mar 26, 2012 14:48:49 GMT -5
Sabrine smirked slightly at the older girls comment. Her smirk soon grew wider on her face, but when she realized this was the Dark Lady standing in front of her, Sabrine almost fell into a curtsy but slowly composed herself quickly, not wanting her to be a suck up. Sabrine's parents were both death eaters, and they had already signed Sabrine up to be one as soon as she was considered ready. But when accused of trying to be the Slytherin Princess, it was Sabrines turn to roll her eyes. "Not to be rude, but i'm not looking for a petty title, although I'm jealous of the power that you have, that is what I lust the most; but I just wanted you to welcome me, nothing more." Sabrine said; with a bored expression on her face. Noticing the hand raised to Sabrines face, she didn't flinch; she just stood there, waiting to accept it. She's grown up in a family where she knew the pecking order, and lower down in the pecking order would have to be punished; until it was time for Sabrine to raise from that order. Watching Charity walked away, she wasn't sure whether she was relieved or sad; it felt rather good to get into an argument with somebody else that stands their ground. Maybe Hogwarts wouldn't be so bad..
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Post by Deleted on Mar 27, 2012 13:40:48 GMT -5
Quinn had heard some of the banter going on even before she had made it into the Slytherin Common room. She had gotten a petty first year to tell her what the password was, even though she was a Gryffindor. Although, at this point, she was almost positive that it didnt matter what house she was in. She had earned the right to free reign over the castle. She walked deeper into the common room, this had been the first time that she had actually been inside in her seven years at Hogwarts. She rolled her eyes, recognizing Charity's voice as the loudest and rudest of them all.
"Charity, dear god. I can hear you from outside." The Gryffindor girl muttered as she walked into the dimly lit room. She nodded to Charity and then raised an eyebrow at the new girl, "Another mini-Charity?" She questioned and shook her head, "Wonderful, just what we need." She said, her voice oozing sarcasm.
She walked to one of the couches and plopped down, pulling out one of her books. She had originally needed to talk to Anderson, but since she wasn't alone, she might as well get some studying done until she could have her to herself.
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Post by sabrinedeferrars on Mar 27, 2012 13:57:37 GMT -5
Sabrine couldn't help but grin when Quinn walked into the common room, something about her radiated a really positive vibe. A smirk grew deeper on her face as she was compared to Charity. "Unfortunately, I'm not as rude as Charity," Sabrine remarked whilst peering over Quinn's book she was reading.
"And you are?" She heard Quinn question Sabrine gently, turning a page and scribbling into her book. "Sabrine De Ferrars, you may have heard of my parents? Death Eaters? I came here about thirty minutes ago, what about you?"
Sabrine awkwardly paused after introducing herself as Sabrine, the one whose both parents were death eaters, and had helped in the murder of Bertha Jonkins. She really had to shut up and not bring up death eaters in every conversation she had with someone new, she shouldn't just assume that everyone would accept Death Eaters; she saw a rather dorky looking kid with round spectacles that had befriended a red-headed girl in her year, and he looked the type that would oppose her parents views.
"No offence, but what exactly are you doing here? You don't look like a Slytherin?" Sabrine asked, examining the girls Gryffindor uniform, the familiar red and gold striped scarf that was wrapped comfortably around her neck.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 27, 2012 16:17:37 GMT -5
Quinn's eyes traveled up the pages of her book and stopped when she landed on Sabrine's face. The girl was pretty, she would give her that. But if she was going to attempt to read over her shoulder, they were going to have a problem. Never the less, she decided that she would at least give this De Ferrars a chance to prove herself worth of Quinny's friendship.
"I'm Quinn." She said and grinned. She placed a small bookmark into her book and closed it tightly, "Quinn-" She stopped herself. What exactly was her last name these days? She couldn't quite remember and her nose wrinkled, "Quinn Last-Name Undecided." She finally agreed upon and grinned. She was not one to flaunt her title. Unlike Charity who she was sure had dropped the Dark Lady bomb already. And apparently Sabrine too, clearly stating that her parents were Death Eaters.
"What am I doing here? Isn't that the question of the hour." She put her feet up onto the coffee table in the middle of the room and shrugged her shoulders, "I tend to wander the castle. Pending on my mood. I like to try out different houses." She tried to be as nonchalant as possible, and cast a look at Charity. The kind of look that said, We need to talk about something really important and we need to talk about it NOW.
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Post by Ramzzy Radulescu on Mar 28, 2012 1:23:14 GMT -5
Charity sighed, removing her head from Yari's lap as she stood up and.picked her way to Quinn, every movement of hers emanating dominance. Charity knew who she was, had work very hard to pull herself up to the spot she was, bloody fingernail by bloody fingernail. Many may admit they don't like Charity but everyone had a certain amount of respect for her.
"Listen, Dijete, you better watch the way you're talking to and about your superiors." Charity knelt over the couch back, crossing her ankles. "Because you're a small bug compared to the Dark Ladies. You, are nothing but some new girl who needs to learn her place. This is life. Here, you aren't the top of the food chain, we are." Charity reached down and drew a small heart shape on Quinn's leg.
Charity let out a small laugh as she turned away, drawing patterns on Quinn's legs in a fasinated way. "She has more right to be here than you do actually." Charity wasn't sure what was fasinating her. The fact that Quinn had once been her best friend and ever since she married Tom she had hated her or the fact that Quinn has practically begged for her help. She raised her eyebrow before she glanced back at Sabrine. "Right now you're talking to a seventh year as if you only matter. Hunny, the world revolves around nobody. It just goes and you're getting lost in a fantasy."
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Post by sabrinedeferrars on Mar 28, 2012 14:47:41 GMT -5
Sabrine let a soft smile fall on her face when she spoke to Quinn, and nodded at her introduction, however; Her expression fell slightly when Charity spoke to her. "Sorry, I'm not too sure if you have pronunciation problems, but allow me to correct you; De Ferrars."
She rolled her eyes at Charity once more, "Sorry, I don't believe I said anything about her not being able to be here? Or her not having a right? I just wondered why she was here, thanks." Sabrine felt herself raise an eyebrow after seeing Charity rise an eyebrow at her, she knew Charity was judging her, but she didn't care.
"Oh yeah, just thought I'd add, since when was introducing myself to Quinn being considered as 'watching how I talk?' sorry, I didn't know I wasn't allowed to introduce myself."
After Charity made her last remark about the world revolving around Sabrine, she scoffed;
"And right now, you're being really rude." Sabrine said, mimicking Charity, putting on a patronizing voice. "Honey, nobody said only I matter, only you did? And who said fantasy was a bad thing?" Sabrine said, leaning back on a wall as she sat down, feeling for her packet of cigarettes and wondering when she could have one. She needed to calm down, this chick was giving her stress.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 28, 2012 15:21:18 GMT -5
Quinn watched the banter between the two Slytherin girls like she was watching a tennis match. Back and forth, the ball lobbed onto one court and then slammed back. Eventually, she just stopped turning her head and remained facing forward, staring into the fireplace that was positioned in front of her. It was not uncommon for Charity to argue like this. And from the looks of things, it was also just as normal for Sabrine.
She became vaguely aware that Charity was tracing patterns on her knee and she brushed her arm away, throwing a glare her way. She hated when Charity tried to act all nicey-nicey with her. Things hadn't been the same since Quinn had married into the 'family.' Quinn pushed her hair away from her face and shook her head.
The two of them were beginning to give her a headache and she slid down on the couch so she was practically folded in two, "Be nice, Ladies." She said and rolled her eyes. She felt like a mother sometimes. It made her feel old. However, there wasn't much else she could do to diffuse the situation and even if she could, she wasn't sure that she wanted to. Better Sabrine be the target of Charity's attacks then Quinn. She stuck out her tongue ever so slightly and went back to reading her book.
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Post by Ramzzy Radulescu on Mar 29, 2012 1:10:34 GMT -5
Charity lashed out, standing up quickly. Her hands clenched as she looked around for the nearest book, which just so happened to be Quinn's. She ripped it away from her a threw it at Sabrine.
"It means child in Croatian, you illiterate pig!" Before the book even made contact Charity stopped it mid air and walked briskly to Sabrine, grabbing her collar in her slender hand. Charity pulled Sabrine up and slammed her against the wall.
"What I mean to say, Neno, is that you continue to talk like you own this place. I don't know where you came from and don't frankly care but you're getting off on the wrong foot. You seem to want to be on my bad side." Charity let her grip go and backed up. "One more remark from you, Tfal, and you go ass up. Consider this a warning. I have power, child, connections to my husband, and I always use them to my advantage. Do you think I married him for his looks?" Charity turned, pulling the book from the air, as she walked to hand it back to Quinn.
"Sorry about that, sister, but I had planned on bludgeoning her with it. Then I realizes it would ruin my manicure."
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Post by sabrinedeferrars on Mar 29, 2012 10:58:03 GMT -5
When Charity told her the meaning of the random word she misheard, Sabrine couldn't help but laugh, even though Charity had her pinned up on the wall. She felt herself going red from embarrassment "Alright, Alright you win; my stupid mistake" Sabrine said, giggling so much her hand was clutching her mouth and her shoulders were shaking from her stupidity.
"It means child in Croatian, you illiterate pig!" Before the book even made contact Charity stopped it mid air and walked briskly to Sabrine, grabbing her collar in her slender hand. Charity pulled Sabrine up and slammed her against the wall.
Sabrine stopped giggling when she mentioned the word power. She was starting to admire Charity and nodded slowly at her, if anything, Sabrine was anxious to gain power, especially when Charity remarked 'Do you think I married him for his looks?' This is exactly what Sabrine used to tell her old friends from her old school, that she would marry somebody with money or power, regardless of their looks, and many people referred to her as a gold digger.
Sabrine released a small smile at Quinn before turning to Charity.
"I love the way your mind works." Sabrine commented, before sitting down slowly and opening the book Charity tried to assault her with.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 29, 2012 11:33:06 GMT -5
Quinn gaped when Charity took the book out of her hand and attempted to chuck it at the girl. There went all her studying that she had planned on doing while in here. She watched the scene unfold between them and took in information as it came to her. It seemed like the two girls would get along just fine after the initial brawl that Charity usually had to start. Sabrine seemed to take things rather well and almost stood her ground against Charity. Quinn knew what a hard feat that could be sometimes. Quinn smiled to herself and then pulled her knees up to her chest.
Charity had most definitely called her sister. Quinn smiled at her for the first time since the pair of them had begun this brutal feud, "No problem." She said and shook her head, "God forbid your manicure be ruined. It's not like Tom doesn't have enough money saved so that you can go every day for the rest of your life." She looked down at her own nails that were looking chipped and worn. She hadn't taken much care in her appearance lately. Ever since she had seen Jason the other night, she couldn't get her mind off of much else.
That had been what she wanted to talk to Charity about. Jason. She thought that Charity would be the one who would understand and offer her some sort of advice. Sure, their friendship was on the rocks at the moment, but she needed someone to talk to. And she had been beyond alienated as of late.
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