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Post by Rose Holt on Aug 27, 2009 15:46:14 GMT -5
It was one of her days. Or rather, by learning Chance's schedule she knew when he'd use the lounge and when he'd be busy. He should have been busy today, so the lounge was hers and she needed it.
Rose was exhausted, all of the studying she had put herself through, then the indecision about life after Hogwarts. Or perhaps not indecision but the decision to take part in the troubles to come. She could have been anything she wanted to be, gone to any school after this, any job for that matter, but she knew things were going to get bad, and she had a self appointed duty to fight for her own beliefs, even when a large part of her told her to run.
Perhaps Chance had a lot to do with that part of her, his constant belittling, and never letting up, she'd never tell him how much he hurt her. She was determined this year not to let him make her cry...even if her only defense against him was avoiding him. Well, not really avoiding him because he could make her cry, but rather if he tried she'd lose her temper and probably hex him immediately...really it was for his own good.
She heard the door creaking open and stopped in her tracks, "What are you doing here?"
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Post by Chance Valerian on Aug 31, 2009 2:27:47 GMT -5
Chance, for having such a bad boy, couldn't care less imagine, was actually quite studious. His Herbology class had been canceled (something about one of the plants attacking students in the previous class), so he thought it was best to take that time, already devoted to school work, and use it to read ahead in another class or two. His mates were all naturally ready to have fun and goof off, and maybe any other day he would have joined them.
It was his own misfortune that today, he wanted to stay in. He never really paid attention to when the Head Girl would be in class or the lounge... no, that would have meant spending far too much energy thinking about her. Besides, there were other prefects that used the lounge too. It was just quietter than his common room was going to be.
But of course, she beat him there. He sighed, not bothering to hide the obvious displeasure on his face. "Oh look. A friendly face. In case you've forgotten, I'm allowed here too." He just barely held back from calling her a mudblood. He knew he had to be slightly better this year, being Head Boy and everything, but he really did hate the fact that the Head Girl had no trace of magic in her family whatsoever.
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Post by Rose Holt on Aug 31, 2009 6:08:46 GMT -5
Rose sputtered for a moment, "I-Of course... I just meant...well..." then finally gaining her words, her eyes narrowed, "Don't you have a class?" she spat back at him. It wasn't that she was trying to pick a fight or even trying to be impolite in anyway, he simply triggered the defensiveness inside of her, and for good reason considering much of the time he was the only one who could break her down.
She never knew why or how he could get such power over her, how his words could hurt her so much, and every time she vowed not to let him upset her, she ended up letting herself down and being hurt all the same.
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Post by Chance Valerian on Sept 5, 2009 17:11:48 GMT -5
She could be such a b*tch for being Head Girl sometimes.
"I don't know whether to be disgusted or irritated that you know my schedule," he replied, dropping his bag by one of the chairs he liked, and he plopped himself down in it sideways, one leg draped over the cushioned arm. In here was the one place where he didn't have to hold himself like the pureblood child he was.
"Why, going to report me?" he added, leaving out the fact that his class had been cancelled as he pulled a book from his bag.
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Post by Rose Holt on Sept 5, 2009 21:39:35 GMT -5
She pretended to be flattered in a overly excited way, " Oh, you mean there's room for even more disgust? And here I thought it wasn't possible...oh admit it Valerian you secretly adore me." she smiled placing a hand against her chest, she paused for a moment then made a face, "What a truly disturbing thought."
Raising a brow at his lazy posture she gave a thought as to her own, her legs were over the side of an arm chair as her back leaned against the other arm. Though the pose did hike up her skirt quite a few inches she didn't really give much thought to it until he appeared and suddenly felt a flush tinge her cheeks as she straightened and sat up properly. Because she had felt vulnerable she was being more offensive than usual.
"As if you'd ever get in trouble for anything you did." she said with disdain, " I don't think you even know the word punishment, daddy's money buys you out of everything. It even got you head boy. Have you ever had to work hard for anything in your entire life?"
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Post by Chance Valerian on Sept 5, 2009 21:50:34 GMT -5
Chance looked up from his book, eyeing her in a way that would make most people feel like scum. It was definitely a belittling look, though he wasn't entirely aware of it. She was a mudblood, and walked around the school like a queen, like she owned the damned place, and he was supposed to feel sorry for her because her life was hard? Too many students adored her, everything thought she was little miss perfect. Chance was not fooled.
"Nope, don't think I have, come to think of it."
He wanted to annoy her. Chance, in fact, had a lot more on his shoulders than most boys his age, and he had as little to do with his father as possible. But she didn't need to know any of this.
"For your information, since you're so concerned, my class was cancelled. And I'm reading a text book, since your infatuation with my life seems to have kept you from noticing."
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Post by Rose Holt on Sept 5, 2009 21:59:21 GMT -5
She rolled her eyes, disgusted with her own tone when talking with him. He could get to her even when he wasn't being overly obnoxious.
At his look of scorn she did her best to hold her head up straight, as if she were the one who was looking down her nose, "Right, I forgot how much *I* go out of my way to make *your* life miserable." she didn't care to argue with him anymore, they were simply too volatile to tolerate each other's company. While practically any other girl would kill for a chance(pun intended) to be alone with him, she couldn't wait to get out of his presence.
She was gathering her things together and getting to leave when she noticed his text book and her eyes narrowed. She had never taken much time to get to know Chance, mostly because going anywhere near him was less preferable than having tea with trolls, so she never noticed before that he might actually study or work for that matter in anything. She took it for granted that all he did was act the rich playboy, but here he was studying, and an advanced subject at that.
She wasn't saying anything but she had paused in her actions to stare at him thoughtfully, it was enough to grab most people's attention.
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Post by Chance Valerian on Sept 5, 2009 23:42:28 GMT -5
"You're way too uptight to be so pretty," Chance told her, his tone casual, even almost like he was disappointed by the fact. He'd never paid much attention to her when they were just prefects, and wondered if she'd always been this impossible, or if it was something she decided she needed to act as when she was made Head Girl. Anyway, it didn't matter. As a mudblood, she wasn't going to go very far in this world.
He glanced up again, narrowing his eyes when he realized she was staring at him, assessing him. What gave her the right to assess him?
"Like what you see?" he asked.
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Post by Rose Holt on Sept 6, 2009 0:18:13 GMT -5
It was like being hit with a sledge hammer ten times over when Chance called her pretty, her staring changed to gawking but it was a trick, some sort of trick, it most definitely had to be. In no world certainly not the one they lived in, would he ever have anything complimentary to say about her.
"I'm just amazed how so much arrogance can fit in a chair." she replied coolly, "Speaking of your overwhelming ego though, isn't there a skirt somewhere waiting for you? I can't believe you'd actually prefer studying over ...well whatever else it is you do."
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Post by Chance Valerian on Sept 6, 2009 23:39:48 GMT -5
It wasn't a compliment, not really. If it was, it was backwards at best since he called her uptight as well.
He smiled as she retorted, and he had to admit, he liked the way she said certain things. He liked it when she was flustered or angry, especially when it was because of him.
"Again, it's really disconcerting how concerned you are with my activities. You might want to seek some kind of help because, Liliana, it's never going to happen between you and me. I don't consort with people like you."
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Post by Rose Holt on Sept 7, 2009 3:47:57 GMT -5
"I would have thought it obvious by now, oh adorable one" she mocked," I was sort of hoping that there was some other thing for you to occupy yourself with so you would leave. I was here first after all, and since it is beyond noticeable that we simply can't be civil to one another, I don't think it wise we remain in each other's company. We both have images to protect as the heads of the school and this bickering does nothing for us."
Her words were calm and collected, she was trying very hard not to give him the satisfaction of being flustered. Besides anything he said alluding to her wanting him was utterly ridiculous if not nauseating and didn't merit a sincere retort.
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Post by Chance Valerian on Oct 1, 2009 1:10:10 GMT -5
CHance hated when she played that card. The 'we have to represent the school and arguing is simply childish' card.
He decided not to look at her, and to ignore her for the most part. Honestly, how could Dumbledore call this a legitimate wizarding school when mudbloods were made Head Girl and Head Boy?
"You could just stop talking to me and go back to doing whatever it is you do. I've every right to be here that you do. Moreso, really."
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Post by Rose Holt on Oct 1, 2009 3:27:36 GMT -5
Anyone else talking about her in such a way she probably would have been able to shrug off, she really didn't understand why he in particular rubbed her the wrong way. Perhaps it had something to do with the fact that he had been there since the beginning. Others who tried to rile her with such comments had never seen her affected by them, but him on the other hand, he had made her cry and he knew that his words hurt.
"How could I forget, you believe that blood places higher than ability. I think it's rather pathetic how you fall back on your ancestors mere existence rather than depend on your own skill to determine which of us is the better magically. Then again perhaps the prospects of failure keeps someone as blue blooded as you in a perpetual state of cowardice. You dare to judge me over that which I had no control, at least I think your a bloody prat because you act like one." she said very shortly while gathering her things to leave. He simply frustrated her beyond her endurance.
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Post by Chance Valerian on Oct 25, 2009 3:31:27 GMT -5
Chance feigned a yawn, and then glanced at her almost lazily. "I'm bored now. Do you promise you're leaving?" he asked as she gathered her things.
He bit his tongue to keep from telling her that he was better than her magically as well as by his lineage. But sometimes it was easier to get at her if he didn't argue. Rose was the type that hated apathy. Truth was, they were pretty evenly matched magically.
"You're so dramatic, Rose. You could have just sat here quietly and I wouldn't have bothered you. I think you're just looking for the fight."
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Post by Rose Holt on Oct 25, 2009 12:41:36 GMT -5
It was hard not to simply expect the fight where he was concerned. He had done so well getting under her skin in the past that it was nearly impossible to disregard him, as much as she would have liked to been able to.
"Fortunately for me, I don't care what you think." that was a lie, one that she believed in, but truth be told she did care. Not just about what he thought, but what everybody thought, that's why she worked so hard, and for someone to come along and tell her that she wasn't worthy because of something she had no way of fixing, hurt her to the core.
"You're rude, egotistical, and underneath that pretty boy face you're rather ugly inside. You're just a little boy who will never grow up. For all you like to think, the truth is *you're* beneath *me*, and I pity you." she spat with a heavy dose of indignation. Her eyes lit up, and passion made her features all that more alive. She was like an angry goddess, giving him a scathing set down.
It was, as he put it, dramatic, and this time it was true that she had started things, but it wasn't always the case. Certainly she had never sent him running back to his dorm in a fit of tears over the things she had said, and Rose wasn't the type to cry easily. So this time she put up a good offensive rather than resorting to defensive which is where he always took her in the past.
In a swirl of golden locks she turned away from him abruptly and got to the doorway as quick as she could hoping she could escape whatever parting words he might have had.
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Post by Chance Valerian on Nov 27, 2009 16:29:03 GMT -5
"Says the girl who started the fight," Chance shot back. "I'm sorry, whose the rude one? And for you to even claim that you're above me makes you egotistical too. And we both know that you care what I think a little too much, isn't that right?" She'd pushed one too many buttons and he wasn't about to let her get away with it.
He stood up, crossing the room in a few easy steps and slamming the door shut just as she opened it. "So when I say that you've got nothing to back up your words, that you're worthless and will amount to nothing, and that I'm already regretting the breath I'm wasting on you.... it hurts. And it hurts because you know it's the truth." He gave her a hard, piercing look for a moment, and then opened the door for her.
"Next time, I would suggest just letting me read in peace."
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Post by Rose Holt on Dec 4, 2009 20:57:23 GMT -5
He was building a fire inside of her that rivaled any other, for once in her life she was good and angry. She didn't back down from fights because she couldn't fight, it was rather that there were other ways of handling confrontation, at least that was what she told herself.
When he started her mean words were already piercing her with regret, but as he continued it would appear that she couldn't even escape a seventh year without tears caused by him. He filleted her nice and prettily right there picking at her insecurities of never being good enough. A long time ago she vowed she would show him and every other pureblood that she was just as good, just as worthy, but in that humbling and crushing moment she realized in his eyes she never would be. It didn't matter how good, or how perfect she was, she would never be good enough for Chance Valerian, she didn't know why that hurt so much but it did and she couldn't help the evidence of pain written all over her face.
Nor could she help the utter loss or confusion as she stumbled away from his mean words.
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