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Post by jonathangrant on Apr 11, 2007 12:55:53 GMT -5
Jon covered his bleeding cheeck- Ceci was wearing the extra-long witchy nails again. He could feel tears welling up somewhere in his eyes- tears of bitter unfairness. Anyway, how come he allowed her to fuck about all she wanted to, and whenever he was busted, he got a goddamned puffy cheek? Because she was the type of wife a pureblood wizard had to have. Even if he was a squib. His father had made it quite clear- if you want to progress in this world, you have to have the set reputation. And a rich, pureblood, regal wife was a big part of that. Jon slithered further away, and stood up, wiping his eyes and straightening his soaked, muddy clothes. The ladies were, thank goodness, enveloped in their greenish-red aura of jealousy and hate, and they fortunately didn't notice the poor casanova that hid in the welcoming shade of a lantern. He looked at his 'friends'. They seemed to be in a heated argument, which was already threatening to become a catfight fairly soon, if he didn't barge in and stop the nonesense. Of course, if he just quietly slipped away now, Clarice would forget all about it in the next half hour, and this beautiful stranger would avoid him forever. If he waded into the boiling waters, he would most likely get slapped and clawed at and insulted by Cici, but, this option provided more chances to save the romance that was so obnoxiously disturbed by that asshole on high heels. The last phrase had caught him on a hook- he won't be bowing to the 'power' of some pathetic asshole in a skirt- that wasn't correct of a man from a good family- it's time to put that girl in place. "Excuse me, ladies," he interrupted smoothly...
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Post by Clarice Chatereux on Apr 11, 2007 13:08:14 GMT -5
Cici could not beleive her eyes. The arrogance! The girl was standing there with a look that definately didn't show any guilt for stealing another person's boyfriend. Well, things have to be cleared up, then. "Excuse ME, but wadda you think YOU'RE doing?" she said, putting her hands on her hips, "so you think you can just come along and steal people's boyfriends?"
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Post by sacri on Apr 11, 2007 13:19:22 GMT -5
True Chasidia was too caught up in imagining all the delightful ways to get rid of the horrid creature who had slapped her to actually bother paying any attention to Jon. Her cheek hurt, she was bleeding and the girl was still being a whore.
She raised an eyebrow, tilting her head to the side, “Yes you’re excused for being an ignorant, egotistical, whore!” See, that’s a Chasidia moment, not giving a crap about thinking through her words. How sad was it that she could swear in French easier then she could speak it?
“Someone elses boyfriend?” She said eyebrow still raised as she glanced at Jon, a bit of a judgemental look on her face before blatantly ignoring him and turning back to Cici. “Sorry honey, but you don’t seem that loyal either, after all half a dozen people saw you coming out of that broom closet followed by that idiot seventh year.”
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Post by jonathangrant on Apr 11, 2007 13:47:50 GMT -5
Jon winced. Things were getting worryingly close to magical violence. What he least needed right now was two girls fighting a magical duel over a pathetic squib like him. "Ladies, ladies," he chimed, his eyebrows raised in phafos, "no need for all that... Let us, perhaps, return to our worldly habitites. Cici," he adressed the blonde, his head tilting to one side in an expression of guiltiness, "Cici, my love- you are my bestest ever friend, you know that- I don't deny it either- but don't you think that harassing my other good friends is going a little too far? Erm, this, erm, young lady and I were just having a private little chat about schoolwork- you know, potions and stuff... You don't want that nonesense to invade your lovely mind, my dear. You know I'll help you with any hardships that you might have in school... Especially the one in Music..." Cici visibly shrunk at the mention of the words 'hardship' and 'music'. Jon knew that she was deeply in love with the music professor (without his knowledge, however) and he knew, also, that if the headmistress found out, she wouldn't be the least bit happy. That was his ace against his rabid girlfriend. Or, after this time, perhaps rabid ex-girlfriend. Jon could feel her wand at his throat already. She won't like it if he dumped her. Especially not publicly. He then turned to look at his new acquanitance, who was standing in a war-like pose, her face portraying hatred and even doubt... Ah, he'll wait for her reply before continuing...
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Post by Clarice Chatereux on Apr 11, 2007 14:02:34 GMT -5
Cici blinked. She sensed danger. Jon, her lovely darling, was speaking of what oughtn't be spoken of. She cleared her throat and ventured, "Jon? Are you threatening me?" crocodile tears spilled from her cyanic eyes, "Jon, you know how much I love you, you know how much I care for you! I was only worried SHE," Cici threw the girl a deathly look, "was going to... to seduce you! You know how much I love you still! Please don't leave me!" She raised a tentative hand to his cheek. "You're bleeding... Did I hurt you?" She grinned, "well, let me see, perhaps I can sooth the pain..." She pressed her mouth into his cheek, licking the scratches that she made...
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Post by sacri on Apr 11, 2007 14:06:45 GMT -5
Chasidia just watched, arms still crossed as she tapped her fingers on her forearms as she listened to the two of them, eyes taken on a definete dangerous edge to them. Scratch this up as one of the definete stupid things she got herself into, she seemed to be quite talented at doing this. Part of her just wanted to walk away and let these two have their pleasant little lovey dovey hissy fit at each other. Although it would be an amusing show to watch before she could get mad at Jon herself.
Of course, things can hit a point when one just no longer wants to watch. At all. Like Cici's extremely horrid acting performance. "Oh please," Chasidia muttered rolling her eyes, "I was not the one seducing you silly little twit." She said sighing softly as she turned on her heel taking a seat on the bench and angling her body away.
Yeah. So not watching that.
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Post by jonathangrant on Apr 11, 2007 14:13:00 GMT -5
A crowd was forming. Jon could sense dozens of eyes set on the scene. He could hear voices, soft giggles, obnoxious snorts as his classmates placed bets on who would win this fight. Her tongue slipped from his cheek into his open mouth. She pushed it further, leaning into him, sending the crowd collected around them into wild applause. Jon could hear his sister muttering something- the people erupted in loud whistles and cheers. He wasnt' having it any more.
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Post by Clarice Chatereux on Apr 11, 2007 14:24:54 GMT -5
Cici couldn't beleive herself. Suddenly, Jon slipped out of her clawy grasp and pushed her away, hard- so hard she fell backwards on her ten inch heels, and a stunned third-year caught her back. Jon whirred around on his heels in a dazing pirhouette of his cloak, and faced her, his features sharp, carved into his pale skin. "You know, Cici, you know very well- I do not like being interrupted. I do not like it very much. In fact, I do not like it so much, I am beggining to dislike you. We are, of course, still friends, Cici- but, please, no more make-out sessions in the middle of the day." He turned to the youngster that was still hoisting the blonde by the arms, "and you, kind sir, may keep her as long as you like. I have no rights for her, never had. I give her entirely over to you. Watch her well...." he winked. Then, he took a step back and performed a grand theatrical bow, "ladies and gentleman, I am sad to announce that the entertainment is over before it even began. Please, you can all go back to your previous activities... Cici, Liz, everyone else I know personally, adieu!" he smirked mischievously, and ran to the side of the rejected angel. Cici watched for a moment, stunned, and then erupted into huge theatrical sobs, that soon grew into full-fledged wailing tears.
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Post by sacri on Apr 11, 2007 14:32:03 GMT -5
She couldn't help but smirk slightly as Cici was rejected, raising a hand to her cheek to check if her lip was still bleeding. It was, and that didn't make her too happy, besides she was all ready irritated. "Would you shut up all ready?" She spat at the wailing idiot, her head all ready hurt and she wasn't in the mood to the listen to the girls complaints.
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Post by jonathangrant on Apr 11, 2007 14:39:36 GMT -5
Jon saw a grin briefly cross the girl's face. He smiled. It was amazing how much chicks liked to fight amongst themselves... Now, he can peacefully complete his business with this lovely lady, and then, tomorrow at the latest, Clarice will be crawling back to him, asking for make-up sex... Lovely, lovely girlies... He sat down next to the girl, but far enough that she mightn't think he was ganging up on her, and whispered softly, but loud enough for her to hear, "I'm sorry about that- that wasn't meant to happen... I understand that you, erm, don't want any more to do with me, but could I perhaps have the honor of escorting you to your common room?"
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Post by sacri on Apr 11, 2007 14:45:56 GMT -5
"Things never happen the way they're supposed to happen..." She said softly, gaze down as she wiped the bit of blood that was on her finger off on her jeans. "Because there are things we just can't control." She said, her voice was still soft as she tapped her finger on her knee, eyes staying away from him. She knew if she looked she'd be once more be entranced by that man, and stupid things after stupid things would just continue to happen around her.
"If you'd like too... I'm not going up just yet..." She said softly, gaze still down as she looked at her feet. It was getting chilly.
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Post by jonathangrant on Apr 11, 2007 15:04:13 GMT -5
He stood up abruptly, shuffling his feet. People had to have some sort of emotion to relate to in their interlocutor- and since her primary emotion now was nervousness, Jon tried to seem nervous too. He cleared his throat numerous times, and ventured, "Yeah... It's getting, erm, kinda chilly here.. Probably that brat's aura that's doing it... Let's get out of here, eh?" He looked at her and put on a nervous smile. His hand stretched out to tough hers.
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Post by sacri on Apr 11, 2007 15:37:17 GMT -5
She sighed softly as she opened her mouth to respond before closing it once more as she glanced up, eyes stopping on his hand as she slowly raised hers to his. Part of her just wanted to stop caring about everything that was going on around her and to just go with Jon, and let things happen. But the rest of her knew it would just turn into a tangled mess she wouldn't be able to control and she would greatly regret it later.
She slowly stood up, looking up at him but avoiding her eyes as best as she could, "I-I don't know... I can't."
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