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Post by Charlotte Monroe on Oct 5, 2008 1:54:57 GMT -5
Charlotte was momentarily caught off guard...Rabastan actually needed a *reason* to sleep with Sam...other than well that she was there? Of course, this wasn't Beauxbatons, but still Sam was two years older and guys were trying to get into her pants when she was thirteen. She had slammed so quickly into Beauxbaton's bloodstream that she had become a drug, heaven knew what people were doing there without her. Gag...it made Charlotte incredibly angry and more determined. Insanity was hardly attractive but sparks of it were shining in her eyes.
"Because she's Samantha Montgomery. She's...she's...well because she's... *Samantha Montgomery*" she could hear herself and she hated the way she sounded but it was true, and there was no way to say exactly what Samantha Montgomery was but it was something in most guys opinions that had to be taken and possessed, consumed, it was something that in Charlotte's eyes that had to be destroyed.
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Post by Rabastan Lestrange on Oct 5, 2008 3:13:37 GMT -5
Rabastan sighed. "That's my point," he said, dropping his arms to his chest.
He hated the girl, and she would obviously not come to him. There was no interest. "Sorry, Charlotte. I'm not interested. Find someone else. I have a couple of room mates that sleep with anything that breathes... proposition one of them."
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Post by Charlotte Monroe on Oct 5, 2008 3:15:55 GMT -5
She regained a semblance of normalcy and narrowed her eyes at him, "May I ask why...?" she said now crossing her arms over her chest. She asked him because she wanted the best. Besides Rystain wasn't the type, and Devin...well there was Devin.
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Post by Rabastan Lestrange on Oct 5, 2008 3:22:58 GMT -5
"I'm not interested in her," he answered, clearly. "Contrary to popular belief, I'm actually a little picky about who I sleep with."
It was true, though his standards weren't sky high, they existed.
"And I'm wary of why you want me to so badly."
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Post by Charlotte Monroe on Oct 5, 2008 3:32:06 GMT -5
She shrugged, "You were my first pick, but by no means my last. That little ...princess." she spat the word, "Ruined my life and I will ruin hers." there was a heated look in Charlottes eye that told him she was in her own world one that was dangerous to cross.
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Post by Rabastan Lestrange on Oct 5, 2008 3:48:43 GMT -5
Rabastan laughed. "Then definitely no thank you... I'm not getting in the middle of a cat fight. Talk to Devin," he repeated.
"Until then, Charlotte, have a good night. I'm sure I will see you later."
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Post by Charlotte Monroe on Oct 5, 2008 3:53:13 GMT -5
"Just a moment..." she said her voice perilously close to icy however there was a thin layer of politeness over it, "You wouldn't attempt to ruin my planning by telling the little twit would you Rabastan?" she asked. Any congenial thought she had towards the man was gone, she had a code you were either with her or against her, but Rabastan was big fish in his own way and she didn't want to deal with him when taking Sam down would take all her energy as it was.
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Post by Rabastan Lestrange on Oct 5, 2008 4:43:35 GMT -5
"I already told you I'm not getting in the middle of a catfight," he repeated. "Whatever happens goes on between the two of you and whatever playboy you can rope into it. Satisfied?"
(Sorry so short)
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Post by Charlotte Monroe on Oct 5, 2008 4:45:28 GMT -5
"Hardly." she answered as her eyes raked over his form, she sneered however as if to say that he wasn't that special anyway. She could, and she would get someone else to destroy Sam. The girl had to pay, and she had to be taken out before Sam could plot her defenses or worse, her own revenge.
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Post by Rabastan Lestrange on Oct 5, 2008 4:53:08 GMT -5
Rabastan smirked. "Another day, sweetheart, and I could garauntee your 100% satisfaction."
He let the smile fade, ignoring her sneer and her coldness. "Can I go to bed now?"
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Post by Charlotte Monroe on Oct 5, 2008 5:06:59 GMT -5
Somewhat mollified by his parting words she nodded, "Yes of course." she smiled resuming her proper debutant air. She was a lady after all, she could act like one.
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Post by Rabastan Lestrange on Oct 5, 2008 5:11:53 GMT -5
"Thank you," Rabastan said, nodding once. "Have a wonderful evening."
With that, he turned and went up the stairs, already leaving the encounter behind him.
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