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Post by cathy on Dec 12, 2011 16:22:14 GMT 1
Cathy took a deep breath and pursed her lips, attempting to hide the fact that she was feeling unusually cold. It was a sign of submission and weakness and she didn't feel comfortable shivering and huddling about like some sort of common folk. She'd always been taught, from a young age, to mask her true reactions and morph them into something others could add to a perception which was required. So, with her pursed lips and scowl emanating cruelty, she wrapped her cloak tighter and walked away from the crowd. She needed to find a secluded corner to do a warming spell and for the hundredth time she cursed herself for not wearing full boots with the skirt.
She walked on until the houses became farther apart and she could see the Shrieking Shack in the distance. She didn't find the place creepy as most people around her did and she didn't mind finding some peace and quiet there. Instead what she found was even better. The brunette was recognizable from a distance, having kept an eye on her for so long and her scowl turned into a smirk.
Darla Selwyn, a Ravenclaw sixth year who her ex boyfriend and childhood friend was dating, a relationship she vomited while even trying to understand. She did not like Darla, to say the least. Not only had she stolen Nick's attention from his friends but she was a disgrace to the pure blood name. She wanted to hex her, kill her, anything and luckily for her, all the doubts she'd planted in Nick's mind, were working. When he'd come to Cathy, one his few trusted female friends, he'd been flushed and glowing with happiness. He'd told her that he was falling in love with the girl and it was the happiest feeling ever.
Of course, she'd crumpled her face and cried, recounting fabricated stories of her past about how love hurt and pained and was nothing but a weakness. And she'd watched with relish as his happiness had been twisted into fear and annoyance at the emotion. Easy as that. She didn't want to hurt him, but she knew it was better for him in the longer run and someday he would thank her.
"Well, well, of all the people to find in a haunted house, I find the Queen Banshee herself," she sneered, crossing her arms and flipping her hair to one side as she called attention to herself.
OoC - Let the catfight ensue...
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Post by DARLA ADRIENNE SELWYN on Dec 12, 2011 21:03:29 GMT 1
It was one of the coldest days of the year. Snow was flurrying down, and the chill in the air seemed abnormally cold—Halloween hadn’t even come yet. As such, Darla found herself in Hogsmeade Village—doing a little shopping for herself. Though she’d come with Dom, the pair had broken apart, going their separate ways to purchase just what they needed for the Halloween Ball. A ball, it was always so exciting! She loved the colorful dresses, the décor of the great hall, and of course, Darla herself loved to dress up.
She continued to talk down the snowy trail, the array of shops falling behind her, houses beginning to stretch further and further apart. She held her cloak tighter, the wind breaking through the material. Though she wore a bright and warm sweater beneath, the Ravenclaw mentally scolded herself for not wearing a scarf as now the chilly air running down her neck would pay for it. All the girl could do by now though was pray, and pray that a cold wasn’t coming her way. But the girl continued to trudge through the snow, nearing the boundaries of the village until at a distance she’d seen The Shrieking Shack. Often wondering what was inside there, the girl had never actually ventured into it, the people she’d been with always to afraid. But now, now she was alone, and she wasn’t afraid.
It took a moment, one long enough for her to bark up the courage to enter the rumored-haunted-adobe, just alas she entered, the wind no longer running down her back. It was dusty and bleak, and had a stench reminiscent of Borgin and Burkes with it’s old antiquities. The further in she walked, the more and more she felt as though the house was ready to collapse. The floor creaked badly, and the poorly supported infrastructure seemed ready to cave in. Then again, many old wizarding homes had a similar look to them, and they still stood.
It wasn’t long before she heard creaking from another room. The Ravenclaw, startled to say the least, retrieved her wand from the inside of her cloak, clutching it tightly. The creaking of the floorboard continued at a pace, clearly someone else was inside. Taking a deep breath, coaxing herself for the worst, she took a set into the foyer only to be greeted by none other than Caterina Zabini.
Caterina—she was a Slytherin, the same year as Nick and unfortunately, a close “family friend,” whatever that was supposed to mean. Nick and Caterina, they dated previously, if whatever she did to or with the boys could be constituted as dating. As such, she herself earned a reputation as a bitch, an awful person, and in Darla’s own mind, a parasitic virus. Eyes of daggers were exchanged from the Ravenclaw to the Slytherin as the first (and unsurprising) words from the viper’s lips came to be insulting. But regardless, the last thing Darla worried about was what sluts had to say about her.
”Yes. That’s right, you’ve accidentally stumbled upon my presence here when you followed me…” she replied with the blatant obvious. ”Sorry I didn’t realize it was you though, I didn’t hear your entrance music.” she added with a coy smile.
OOC: IT'S ON!
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Post by cathy on Dec 15, 2011 15:42:34 GMT 1
Caterina wasn't a particularly sadistic person. Sure, she loved tormenting people and getting on their nerves, but that was only because she didn't want tons of friends. Only followers. But when she was around people like Darla Selwyn, who'd stolen not only her best friend but her ex boyfriend-slash-one-night-stand-buddy she relished the look of pain and torment on their faces. She raised her brow, her mouth twisting into a mock surprised smile as she strutted closer.
"Look at that. The kitten's baring her fangs," she said drily, unaffected by her childlike insults. Darla wasn't the kind of person to insult people; sure she was feisty but Cathy was a league above her when it came to finding the worst in people. "Don't flatter yourself. I don't follow people of you blood around. Merlin, how Nick can stand to touch you is beyond me" she replied with contempt as she did a quick cleaning spell on one of the dusty windows before leaning against it. She had a feeling this was going to be a long day and she would make the most of it. An idea clicked in her head and she tilted it, a false confused expression on her face.
"The poor boy seems so upset and distant these days. I'm sure you know why. I mean, he told me of course, but I'm his best friend. Then again..aren't you the love of his life. I'm sure he told you what's on his mind," she said, choosing her words carefully. She'd known Nick a long time and she knew for a fact that he hadn't opened his mouth and spilled his feelings, keeping Darla in the dark. And she loved that advantage she had over her. She could play the jealousy card just like Marcus and those stupid bonds they had would be forever severed. "Of course", she said, putting a finger to her chin, "I was there to comfort him. The poor boy, all alone with only my shoulder to sigh on. Tch, tch," she said, clicking her tongue and shaking her head.
She crossed her arms and smirked back shrugging as if it was no big deal that she was exceptionally close to the girl's boyfriend and she was having a blast planting equal measured of doubts in her head.
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