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Post by Rabastan Lestrange on Sept 3, 2007 14:02:11 GMT -5
ooc; fantastic, Numbers and Christian. and Jackie of course. good posts, all! (:
Colleen sat up straight, a laugh escaping her. The most light and childish laugh ever possible. It is true, Narcissa Black. You're just his doll. I know what he's like. I know how boys work, darling. I know. Dark emerald eyes were alive as a smirk slid onto her features; she wouldn't take back not a word, though she noticed Rabastan hesitating if to take back what he said.
It would be a slight disappointment if he did, but it wouldn't slow Colleen down. Yet, no word escaped her red lips anymore, her delicate chin once more resting in her hand. Now she would watch. Lestrange wouldn't want to follow anyone's orders, but would he go as far as going up against the leader?
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Rabastan raised a brow, freezing where he sat, chocolate eyes fixing at Malfoy, suddenly intelligent and considerate. He was clearly thinking, intensively, at his next move. He was suddenly alone, without any support. Maybe Bellatrix, but he still had this... this... He had to chose sides. Crouch seemed neutrally amused now, watching the situation with a light smirk on his features. Savage wouldn't have to fear. She hung out with people who hated Malfoy. They'd throw mud at him any day if they just got a valid reason to. The damn bitch, always covered by protectors.
Yet, to be honest, once Rabastan had wanted to be one of them. Colleen's friends got certain benefits. She did them certain favours.
Then the decision came to Rabastan and a small chuckle escaped him. "Malfoy, I'm saying this once," he said with a rather mature voice, suddenly. He leant forwards only slightly, resting his hands on the table, chocolate eyes fixating at Malfoy. "If you cannot stand a little joke, you aren't suitable for the people you consider as you 'friends'. Also, you and your family are in no position to mess with me or the Lestranges. Keep that very much in your mind, Lucius, before you start a fight with me."
He straightened again, leant back onto a slightest, his eyes never leaving Malfoy. It was clear now. He was arrogantly calm, he was confident, marking where the limit was. Bellatrix was gaping, literally, at Malfoy, and now Rabastan was going to use all the authority he had as a pure-blood. The black-haired Slytherin wasn't mocking, nor was he arrogant. He was stating the facts in a strangely mature wasy, considering he was who he was.
"Also," he said, his hand lightly placing itself on Bellatrix's back, moving as his arm slid around her shoulders and he pulled her a bit closer to him, feeling the warmth from her body as he didn't take solemn chocolate eyes off Malfoy even though he turned his head. "I think you should think twice before insulting this girl," he said, placing his soft lips upon Bellatrix's forehead, keeping them there for a second before as softly removing them, slowly withdrawing his arm from around her shoulders as he finished. "I like Bellatrix very much. Insult my girl, and you insult me, Malfoy."
The silence spread after his voice died out. Now he sat straight again, watching Malfoy without any hint of will to take his gaze off Malfoy. A joke, Malfoy. Don't you get it? Eyebrows arched for a moment. Just a joke.
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Post by Lucius Malfoy on Sept 3, 2007 14:13:32 GMT -5
Ooc: You're post was fricken awhsome, Char. :3
Lucius suddenly felt like he had been smacked in the face by his mother. he could hear her words now, telling him who to respect, which families to trust, which families had power. The Lestranges were one of them, one of the few who had just as much, if not more, power than the Malfoys. He looks up at him, a sudden tinge of fear embracing his eyes. He feels beaten, and he knows he is cornered. He has to give in, but he will go down with style. With flare. The Lestranges... No, he could not afford to make them a family enemy, not over a simple little thing like Bellatrix. He realizes then, just for a moment, Lestrange was offering him a way out. He was showing him that it would be okay, if he just threw away what he belived in and listened for once. It may have hurt for a moment, but it did not matter. He would get what he wanted with time. "... Just a joke..." he confirms, "Yes, just a joke." He looks up at him like a little boy who had just learned his lesson, his face still red with rage and now, perhaps, embarresment. The Alpha male was demoted to beta. [/size]
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Post by Bellatrix Black on Sept 3, 2007 14:27:16 GMT -5
ooc ;; Wow. That was a /spectacular/ post, Charlotte. bic ;; Things were moving way too fast.
No. Things were moving much too fast. She could hardly believe what had just happened over only a mere matter of minutes. It had all started out with the arguments and fights on the train... sitting down at the Slytherin table... picking on her beautiful sister... dealing with Lucius Malfoy's snide comments... And now it had ended like this.
Bellatrix had not looked away from Lucius Malfoy after he had shot such an offending statement in her direction, insulting not only herself but she was sure Rabastan Lestrange as well. Wow, that was what she had assumed anyways. Until he had stood up for her.
She felt his hand moving lightly across her back and then his arms slipping around her shoulders as Rabastan had pulled Bellatrix closer to him, not objecting to the motion but only remaining perfectly still at first and then loosening up a bit as she allowed her own figure to fit more perfectly to his body, staring at Lucius Malfoy still, not even knowing what on earth to say. Or to even do, for that matter. And as Rabastan had placed his lips down softly on her forehead, her mind was spinning as fast and as crazily as it ever had. If this was a result from an argument with Lucius Malfoy, then she'd be delighted to get into fights more often. He had actually kissed her in front of all them. Certainly this would get around to the eldest of the Lestrange boys, Rodolphus, but at this moment Bellatrix didn't care. She didn't see Rodolphus standing up for her right now, and yet Rabastan was directly by her side, their friendship bringing them closer (both literally and figuratively) together. And now perhaps that would lead to something more... But Bellatrix brought herself back to reality as Rabastan removed his arm from around her, an oh so small smile coming across her face.
I like Bellatrix very much. Insult my girl, and you insult me, Malfoy.
The words were like music to her ears and seemed to lift her up from the sudden depression that she had sunk down into after Lucius's displeasing words. She straightened up, staring at the Head Boy as her gaze hardened, Rabastan's mature side seeming to give her encouragement.
Things were going to get better. [/size]
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Post by Narcissa Black on Sept 3, 2007 16:28:28 GMT -5
Narcissa looked up at Lucius with almost frailty as he agree that is was just a joke. Her brow furrowed gently, so gently that no one could notice, as she became angry with him. What had happened to the /boy/ (yes, he was denounced to a boy) who had been trying to protect her only moments ago. Narcissa suddenly felt betrayed by Lucius himself. He was too busy worrying about blood ties than that of say, her honor.
And who was Rabastan Lestrange, with a name like that, to be "making jokes" about her and her beau. Narcissa's hand went limp in Lucius's grip as he practically bent over backwards for the fool.
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Post by Rabastan Lestrange on Sept 4, 2007 6:35:31 GMT -5
Rabastan's eyes were murderously solemn and deep as he nodded, grinning though his eyes didn't change. There was no doubt about it; he couldn't be brought down at all. Maybe just a tempered, unsophisticated teenager who didn't seem to have much cleverness, but he wasn't going to be insulted by anyone. The graveness lingered in his eyes. Maybe he was younger and less talented than Malfoy, but pride and blood only mattered. Yet, Rabastan didn't want to humiliate Malfoy completely. After all, he hosted respect and loyality towards the Head Boy. Being friends with Malfoy meant that mnaybe the Head Boy would look through his fingers if it ever was up for him to decide whether to notice the rule-breaking and give punishment or not.
Simply, in Lestrange's logic, he had to put the blame on someone else. As simply, that person sat by the table. To understand Rabastan you had to understand the value of being a pureblood. The arrogance, the pride, the attitude and the will to have authority and power. He was not keen to rule as the leader, but he would always long for the position of second in charge. And she was nothing compared to him. She had humiliated him and she was going to pay for it right now.
"I think you should watch your mouth, Savage," hissed Rabastan, and suddenly turned his eyes to Colleen, his grin erased. "You insult people." He enjoys it, her reaction. A tension ran through her petite body and she suddenly sat straighter, her chin never left her hand but put less pressure on it. His satisfaction didn't last for long as the smirk returned to her red lips. Why did she have to adapt to situations that rapidly?
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"Oh, is that so?" replied Colleen freeing her hand from the light strain to support her chin, letting her hand drop. Tilting her head to the side, a smirk was still evident on her features. "Putting the blame on me, Lestrange?" "You should learn some respect, Savage," Rabastan said arrogantly and Colleen displayed an eyeroll. "Sorry Malfoy, Narcissa," she said, leaning forwards to see them as she apologizes. She was eager not to let Rabastan have any satisfaction at all and she succeeded in her mission.
Colleen sure had to be the only Slytherin able to say that without even making a hint she meant it and yet sounding reliable enough so you couldn't blame her for not meaning it.
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This fight. The obvious intense fight that occured in their minds all the time. They fascinated Bartemius 'Roy' Crouch, and so he couldn't help but sneering lightly. Absently, he brushed his straw-coloured fringe to the side, for that moment forgetting that touching and fixing your hair only made it worse.
He was busy thinking about other things, which came apparent as his eyes went past Rosier to Narcissa and Malfoy. Bartemius had his reasons why he said nothing, and one of them was that he didn't want to be involved in these twists. He was above them. High above them. Therefore, in the eager to make a point, he straightened himself slightly.
Brown eyes travelled over the group and he sure sensed the tension in it. Someone had to cure them, take the tension away. "You know anyone we'd like to have in Slytherin from the first years?" he asked, maybe a bit boredly, glancing over at the door and then the Staff Table as if he wanted something to happen. Well, he really did.
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Post by Remus Lupin/James Potter on Sept 4, 2007 11:29:15 GMT -5
Remus looked over at Sirius and sighed dropping his head. He was being pretty rude to the male, though he couldn't really think of the thing he had had said to make him upset. Pondering the thought of a moment he hadn't even caught James stealing some chocolate from him, which happened to be placed in front of him for a snack. A sigh escaped him and he absently leaned onto his best mate feeling rather tired and still helpless from not being able to perform even the simplest of spells. Well simple on his standards.
"Did I do something?" Remus asked Sirius still leaning onto him for support. James looked over at them and took this chance of distraction from the Almighty Prefect to shove his mouth full of the sweet tasting home made chocolate. He knew that his best mate would surely scream at him once he found out and got his energy back. He secretly handed held out some to Peter from under the table not wanting to take the blame alone.
Professor McGonagall stood there explaining everything about coming up only when your name was called to the small group of first years. She held a parchment in front of her and pushed her glasses up her nose as she glanced across the nervous bunch. Well the majority of them looked nervous. Others who had apparently had older siblings here didn't look frightened at all. She started to call off names to the list starting with A until finally she reached the L's.
"Xenophilius Lovegood." She said looking across for the first year holding up the old dirty sorting hat by its tip.
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Post by Remus Lupin/James Potter on Sept 4, 2007 11:35:01 GMT -5
{{Sorry it took so long xP}}
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Post by Sirius B. & Xenophilius L. on Sept 4, 2007 17:34:42 GMT -5
Sirius felt tingles spread rapidly from the spot Remus was touching. They numbed him, heating the direct area, confused him, and yet he knew exactly what they were. He felt calmed, nervous, happy. Remus brought about a whole side of him that he didn't fully recognize. It was so different from what he felt when he got it on with some girl, or snogged said girl's face off. Those were trials. And he fully realized that. All this time he'd been testing himself. Trying to sort through his growing feelings for the boy now leaning against him. And he wanted to tell him so badly. Wanted the feelings returned. Because nothing else in the entire world was more important than the affections of the werewolf. But--but telling him... NO. He couldn't. Remus would hate him for loving him. It wasn't right for him to feel this way about another man. And Sirius Black dealt with that by denying his feelings. By getting it on with all those girls. And then dumping as each made him feel sick. Sicker and sicker each time because none of them could ever be Remus.
"Nothing, Rem. You've done nothing wrong." taking this very small chance, his hand drifted over to Remus' face, brushing some lose strands of hair behind his ears. "Can't have you running into things," he teased to keep up his cover. Xenophilius was in no way comprehending the fact that his name had been called. He was still humming, in fact. It wasn't until someone near him said in a nervously agitated voice, "Where is that Xenophilius guy?" that he looked up.
His feet took him to the front and he sat on the stool, fingers interlacing as his legs kicked slowly back and forth. A small grin alighted on his face and he said loud enough to be heard by a good number in the Hall, "I do hope the Nargles haven't taken any of the coming feast..." and with that he went back to humming peacefully and awaiting his sorting.[/center][/sup]
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Post by Bellatrix Black on Sept 4, 2007 20:07:18 GMT -5
ooc ;; Sorry that I couldn't get on earlier you guys. I had rehearsal and then a mandatory meeting after that. I just got home a couple of minutes ago. I hate late nights. Completely.
bic ;; The argument had come and gone so quickly. To be quite honest, time seemed to be flying by now, even since Rabastan Lestrange had put his arm around her and kissed her forehead ever so softly and gently. It was like her mind was in a blur, one that she couldn't dare see to comprehend intelligently and clearly. Everything was going by so quickly that it seemed like only couple of seconds had passed when the dark-haired chocolate-eyed Slytherin beside her had humiliated Colleen Savage and the girl had apologized to both Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy.
And she never thought that she would do this in her entire life, but Bellatrix fought against personal prejudice and nodded her head slowly, straightening up as she looked across the table and diagonally towards where her sister and her husband-to-be were sitting, an apologetic smile coming over her face. "I'm sorry Cissy," she said quietly, looking at her beautiful sister before focusing her gaze on the fair-haired beauty beside her. "Same to you, Lucius." Wow. She had used his first name. That was a first. Or maybe she just enjoyed putting emphasis on the fact that she had indeed asked for forgiveness for being the whole reason that all this had started up. [/size]
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Post by Lucius Malfoy on Sept 5, 2007 10:55:16 GMT -5
He looks at Colleen at the sound of her words, raising an eyebrow in response. It is obvious he is disgusted with her, however, and the loathing words he longed to speak seemed painted across his face. Oh how he lusts to let the poison spill from his tongue, speak the words that could slowly and agonizingly kill the victims soul. He knows better, though. He wasn't exactly in the position to start up another fight. So instead he stays silent, neither accepting nor disregarding her apology. Moments later, however, all the disgust upon his face is gone, replaced with surprise. It wasn't pleasant surprise, either. Bellatrix had said sorry. She had said sorry to him. On top of that, it wasn't sarcasm. He could sense no malice or anger in her voice - As if this was genuine. So surprised was he, he did not notice the look upon his supposed lovers face. Did not feel her hand go limp within his own. He didn't even look at her since the argument, said no more words than her name. Perhaps he truly didn't care much for her, and cared only for her blood or her beauty. Or perhaps this was just the way he was. Just like her, who had seemed so out of character, he too says something that one would not expect to pass from his lips. "Thank you, Bellatrix" Did he mean it? Just like the question of weather he truly cared for Narcissa, it was something that could not be answered so easily. He does not dwell on the subject long however, his attention now drawn to Rabastan. "There aren't many that I know of, not this year. Sadly the crop has been contaminated by Mud-blooded scum, we'll most likely get alot of half-bloods this year." He looks genuinely disappointed, knowing that the race to which he belonged to was slowly going extinct in Britain. He was beginning to fear that his son, {So confident was he that he would have a male child, the thought of any daughters was pushed aside} or Grandchildren would have to go abroad simply in order to keep the line pure. [/size]
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Post by Remus Lupin/James Potter on Sept 6, 2007 23:47:45 GMT -5
Remus couldn't help but feel something when Sirius' fingers ran through his hair slightly and ended with a lousy excuse on why he had done this action. It felt extremely nice to have his best mate’s fingers stroking through his mid-neck length blond hair. The motion had felt so great to the werewolf that he had actually leaned further onto Sirius nearly sitting on the males lap now. Reality had struck him like a rock when he realized the hushed whispers from other Gryffindor's at the sight of 2 infamous Marauders in such a couple like position. The smaller male pulled himself away from his mate at once his cheeks blushing furiously in embarrassment.
He hadn't even realized that Lovegood had gone up to be sorted. He wanted to just stand up and go to the common room, but he was a prefect and who would show these new Gryffindors to the Gryffindor Tower? It wasn't that Remus hadn't trusted the upper classmen to be honest with the 11 year olds; it was more on the lines of Sirius, James, and Peter taking advantage of him being a Prefect and act in his stead. He could hear the headlines now: 'First years found injured in the Forbidden Forest from a cruel prank!' No, it wouldn't be acceptable to leave the feast and have the 1st years fend for themselves.
The Sorting hat sat on top of Xeno Lovegood's head for some time commenting about what the boys true desires were. It had been deciding between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw. After all the words formed inside the 11 year olds head: "Yes, you're intelligent, and clever. Ravenclaw would suit you well, but here is the bravery and some strong powerful love with in your heart. Gryffindor might just be the house for you." The hat had continued debating over the two houses within Xeno's mind for a few minutes until finally it cried out loud enough for the whole hall to hear. "RAVENCLAW!"
The blue and bronze decorticated table had cried out in cheers of joy as they finally received their first new member to the Ravenclaw House. Professor McGonagall reached forward and lifted the hat off of Xeno's head so he could rush off to one of the empty seats at the end of the table. "You may go take your seat Mr. Lovegood," the cat like woman told him as her squared spectacles were pushed gently back up her nose. His eyes scanned down the list of students that still remained in front of her and she called out for the next 11 year old to come forward. Which she did as ordered.
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Post by Sirius B. & Xenophilius L. on Sept 9, 2007 14:59:40 GMT -5
Sirius felt like his entire life was complete at that point. Remus was... Leaning into him, almost on his lap. It was such a natural, comfortable position. And then Remus moved away. He sighed, looking away from the werewolf. He made himself smirk back however and crack a joke.
"Embarrassed of being a..." he paused and added the next part in a whisper, "dog, Rem?" he teased lightly.
Xenophilius probably wouldn't have moved had Professor McGonagall not specifically informed him he could. Sliding off the stool, he wandered over and sat amongst the Ravenclaws.[/center][/color][/sup]
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Post by Bellatrix Black on Sept 9, 2007 16:14:33 GMT -5
The little first year had been sorted and the entire Ravenclaw table had clapped and cheered, except for one. Little Angela Chalks merely sat in her place, her eyes beaming as she looked at Xenophilius Lovegood, smiling at the boy as he made his way to a seat and sat down. She waited for a second and then inconspicuously stood on, moving to sit beside him. "Told you so," she whispered with a grin, not once taking her eyes off of Professor McGonagall at the head of the Great Hall. [/size]
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Post by Remus Lupin/James Potter on Sept 12, 2007 13:14:55 GMT -5
"Oh, shut your trap you git," Remus told Sirius leaning onto the table now for support. "Anyway who are you to call me a dog Pads?"
"Hahaha, Moony has a point there Padfoot," James grinned as he turned his attention from Peter back to his other two friends. It just didn't seem like Peter was going to respond to him handing him some of the chocolate he had stolen from Remus. Though, it hurt his pride that his best mate would ignore him so easily. He glanced over at the sorting and didn't even bother to cheer when they had gained a new member to their own house, but did take the time to make faces at the 10 first years that had been place in the Slytherin House.
"James stop it!" Remus told him, and the male grinned at his best mate reaching his hand over and ruffled his hair.
"Stop what Moony?" He grinned, and the werewolf just sighed and dropped his head. What a hopeless case James was too him, and was sure that the only person in the whole entire world who remotely had a chance to change Potter's attitude it would be Lily Evans of course. "Though this year is going to be amazing with Remus being a Prefect and all," he commented and Remus folded his arms across his chest and sat up straight.
"Just because I'm a Prefect doesn't mean I'm going to let you get away with all those pranks, and picking on Snape and all!" He told them, and James just started laughing earning a few glare from around the hall at his loudness. Even some of the staff had glanced over at him, since sadly unknown to James knowledge McGonagall had just called up a rather large 11 year old girl to be sorted. {xD this happen to some girl at my graduation I felt sooo bad but it was sooo funny...} Remus made an Hmph sound at James and turned his head to face Sirius still looking rather annoyed.
"Good one Moony," James finally managed to say between his hysterical laughter.
"Mr. Potter if you're done laughing," McGonagall said calmly glaring over at the Marauders, and James covered his mouth nodding his head and dropping it onto the table. The sorting had continued until finally there were no students left to be sorted. Finally the Headmaster Dumbledore had stood up and looked out at all the students smiling at them his blue eyes sparkling brightly behind his half moon speckles. As soon as he opened his mouth the rules about Hogwarts came out and he told everyone new rules or rules that didn't apply anymore. As soon as he was done he waved his right hand, and food had appeared on everyone’s plates and the feast had finally begun.
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Post by Sirius B. & Xenophilius L. on Sept 13, 2007 12:38:22 GMT -5
"Wow, James. Just wow." Sirius commented, amusement lighting his eyes. "You've probably traumatized the poor child. And now she has to spend the entire year with you." he commented, watching the girl take a seat on the far end of the bench while casting glares toward the Marauders.
"You know I was only teasing, right Moons?" Sirius asked next, much more concerned with this matter than any of the others on his mind. He shifted position so that he was sitting on the bench as if it were a horse in order to get a better look at Remus. "You did?" Xenophilius asked the girl, tilting his head to the side in a daydreamish manner before waving his hand in the air near him. "Never the matter," he added, realizing that she might have said something on the train, though that part of his memory was rather fuzzy.[/center][/sup]
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