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Post by Charlotte Monroe on Oct 3, 2008 4:12:57 GMT -5
Charlotte was waiting in the Slytherin common room. She had thought about "invading" his turf by appearing on his bed but that might give him the wrong idea, she wanted him for business not pleasure, although she knew he could give irresistible pleasure, which was why she was choosing him for this particular task.
How dare Sam think she could thwart her again? How dare Nicolas break up with her! How dared the fates! But she wouldn't put up with it this time. Oh she may have truly cared about Nicolas, perhaps that's why she was stung, but she wasn't heartbrokenly in love with him the way she had been the last time Sam had taken her man. A woman scorned was a dangerous thing and Sam had scorned her just one too many times it was time for the b*tch to die...or to experience excruciating torment.
Charlotte smirked at the latter slowly relishing her malicious plans while the clock ticked time away she continued to wait until finally he was there.
"Just the man I was looking for." she purred when Rabastan entered the room.
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Post by Rabastan Lestrange on Oct 3, 2008 4:17:01 GMT -5
Rabastan raised his eyebrows, appraising her for a moment before he decided to let it go.
"It's only because I'm tired that I'm not coming back with something witty and suggesitive," he told her, sitting down near her. "Be warned, I owe you one."
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Post by Charlotte Monroe on Oct 3, 2008 4:21:15 GMT -5
"I am forewarned." she said as her eyes followed him almost hungrily to where he sat, when he was there she tilted her head, "and what makes one of the handsomest Slytherin's exhausted at this time of night?" she asked nearly suggestively.
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Post by Rabastan Lestrange on Oct 3, 2008 4:56:37 GMT -5
Here, he looked up at her and finally smirked. "You don't really need me to answer that, do you?"
(Ugh, my posts get so tiny when I get tired)
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Post by Charlotte Monroe on Oct 3, 2008 5:00:27 GMT -5
"Really?" she asked surprised, "And she exhausted *you*?" Charlotte inquired, "Girl must have stamina." she shrugged then pretending indifference but if he was quick he'd see the spark of interest in her eyes.
Rabastan was legendary for his bedroom antics, and while she hadn't had the go around ...yet... she knew those who had. But perhaps she was being too kind to Sam, yes Rabastan would be able to finish the job, but the problem would be...Sam would enjoy it...she shouldn't enjoy it. Still it was a matter of urgency.
"It's too bad however..."
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Post by Rabastan Lestrange on Oct 3, 2008 5:08:52 GMT -5
"Is it?" He asked, relaxing in the hair as he watched her with only mild interest. "And why is that, Charlotte?"
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Post by Charlotte Monroe on Oct 3, 2008 5:12:10 GMT -5
Her eyes settled directly on him and there was no coy pretenses or shields up as she stated quite evenly, "I have little use for exhausted men." she replied without batting a lash. She didn't have any use for tired men, or the emotional sort which she assured herself Rabastan was not. He wouldn't care if he used Samantha, Charlotte just had to find his price.
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Post by Rabastan Lestrange on Oct 3, 2008 5:27:29 GMT -5
Well, fine, if she was going to be like that, he'd leave.
"Well then, you have little use for me and I can go to bed."
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Post by Charlotte Monroe on Oct 3, 2008 5:34:25 GMT -5
She wondered if he caught her meaning but by the look of his offense she gathered he didn't, " What I mean to say...is that exhausted men...have no use for me either, and I'm feeling very useful tonight. I was hoping that you wouldn't be so tired because I might have had someone in mind for you to tire out instead."
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Post by Rabastan Lestrange on Oct 3, 2008 5:49:38 GMT -5
Rabastan shook his head and stood up. "Sorry, doll. I'm not interested tonight," he told her. "Catch me another time."
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Post by Charlotte Monroe on Oct 3, 2008 5:54:59 GMT -5
"It doesn't have to be tonight, but it isn't exactly me I want you to catch." she said inwardly annoyed that he was leaving her, more so annoyed that if she was offering herself he'd tell her some other time. She stood up with him, "Surely you have a few more moments to spare for an old friend? We've been attending the same school for what...several years at least...is there nothing I can do to spark an interest?" she asked her hand lightly at his chest.
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Post by Rabastan Lestrange on Oct 3, 2008 5:57:01 GMT -5
He raised an eyebrow, looking down at the hand on his chest and back to her eyes. "Not you, hm?" he asked, doubtful. He didn't like being propositioned. He wasn't a prostitute, and he didn't enjoy feeling like he was being bartered with as one.
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Post by Charlotte Monroe on Oct 3, 2008 6:04:28 GMT -5
Unsure whether or not to be insulted that he was now thinking it over when it wasn't her she went on as she planned without thinking about it, " I've heard you're legendary, at least at the school anyway, your reputation is...deplorable at best, and down right ghastly when it comes to the fair sex..the untamable thoroughly mountable Rabastan Lestrange...can have any girl he wants...or can he?"
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Post by Rabastan Lestrange on Oct 3, 2008 6:09:49 GMT -5
"I'm still waiting for the point of all of this," he said. He hated when girls played these games. He was Rabastan... a girl never had to play a game with him.
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Post by Charlotte Monroe on Oct 3, 2008 6:19:31 GMT -5
"The point is..."she paused narrowing her eyes at him, "Don't you ever get bored with it? Sleeping with one insipid girl then another? My God do you even remember what it was like to have a good challenge? Something to chase...I'm not talking about your little Andromeda affair, she may be a challenge but only because you made it that way. After all you had her in her hands, you got bored, and you moved on causing Andi to pretty much deplore you...and it was an instant challenge...but even that would be minor compared to this."
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Post by Rabastan Lestrange on Oct 4, 2008 7:55:19 GMT -5
"The goal isn't really to find the insipid ones, but I see your point," he said, liking Charlotte less and less the more she talked to him. She was pushy, that was why. It was highly unattractive.
"If it's not you," he started, not yet asking who she was inferring, "Then what would you get out of it?"
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Post by Charlotte Monroe on Oct 4, 2008 9:48:18 GMT -5
She smiled cruelly, " The personal pleasure of watching one of society's dearest angels fall from grace." she answered honestly, oh she could taste it. She had read Rabastan wrong and her push tactic was affecting him negatively but she didn't know that. She thought he would be pleased with the idea and he didn't quite seem to be saying no. "You have to admit that if a woman is seen with you privately more than once her reputation is pretty much in question."
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Post by Rabastan Lestrange on Oct 4, 2008 15:58:11 GMT -5
"And it's her own fault. They know who I am," he told her, crossing his arms over his chest. She was bothering him, and he knew he wasn't going to like this proposition.
"Get to the point, Charlotte, please."
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Post by Charlotte Monroe on Oct 4, 2008 17:42:24 GMT -5
She could see that she was losing him and decided to put the fare out there, Lord knew half the men in the world wanted to get into Sam's pants, he could probably be already on his way to seducing her.
"Surely you've noticed a new addition to our happy little home. Sweet little thing really, the vicious b*tch that she is." Charlotte mock smiled, " Truly society's little angel...diplomatic mouth but tuning out her words you know that mouth is made for something other than talking."
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Post by Rabastan Lestrange on Oct 5, 2008 0:28:32 GMT -5
So she wanted him to sleep with Sam.
That was never going to happen. Rabastan had no interest whatsoever in the girl, though he was one of the few guys that could say this.
"Why, again?" He asked, scratching his neck, a little apathetic about it.
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