NO ONE CAN STOP WHAT I MUST DO :: victoria

[daniel]

It was another chilly December morning at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Rain softly pattered against the castle windows, but everything was quiet outside the impressive building. Inside was another story; students crowded into the Great Hall for breakfast, and others slept in to enjoy their weekend. Daniel, on the other hand, was a different story. There he was, sitting in the library like an ideal student. A book in his lap, notes sprawled out around him. His quill dripped ink onto a blank sheet of paper, a cup of black coffee in his spare hand. He would drink from the cup, grimacing. The Gryffindor usually liked his coffee sweeter- if he ever had it at all- but he needed something to keep him awake. What better then drinking something bitter? Setting down the cup, he rubbed at his eyes. Every fiber of him screamed drowsy, tired, EXHAUSTED- but that didn't mean that he was going to sleep. Hell no. His thumbs dragged down the bridge of his nose as if he had a pounding headache. He had stayed up all last night. No big surprise, he sometimes had to do it. The work load in his fifth year was already completely unbelievable- and as their professors constantly reminded them: 'this is not the hard part'. God, if this wasn't hard... he and his classmates were done for. He was taking many more classes than most of his friends, so therefore he spent many a night pouring over some Arithmacy notes or translating some Ancient Runes- two of the three classes he was taking without his regular group of friends with him. Last night he had finished off most of his homework, but he still had some Muggle Studies work to do- an essay on what muggles use instead of magic.

Propping his head against his open palm, he lifted the quill from his paper and tapped it against the hard surface of the table. The Gryffindor shifted in his seat, taking one of the many books piled on top of the wooden table he was working at. “What the hell is a telephone?", he muttered under her breath, speaking his thoughts out loud. Daniel frowned, scribbling down on his notes again. "And all this guns and knives business to kill someone... it sounds so messy. And painful.". The teenager bit his lip, and leaned back in his chair. God, muggles lived such a bloody hard life. His brain couldn't actually comprehend it all. Running a hand through his black hair, he gave up. “Whatever...I'll do it later...”. Getting to his feet, the Gryffindor proceed to stack his notes and books into a neat pile. His book bag was swung over his shoulders. With a swish of his wand, the stack of research was levitated into his bag. With his coffee mug in her hand, Daniel pushed his chair back in, and headed towards the exit of the library. Well, at least he was going too. The boy paused, his brown eyes landing on a stack of newspapers, close to the entrance of the library. "The new Daily Prophet?”, he muttered, walking towards the stack to pull out his own copy. The kids in the Great Hall were probably still waiting for their owls to deliver copies, this is what was so great about the library!

He took a small sip of the now cold coffee, frowning at the potent aftertaste, flipping the paper over with his free hand. His eyes began to scroll through the article. He ignored the news about the weather or the newest gossip. Rather, his eyes focused on the main stories. What happened next was priceless, for all those who were in the library at the time. While turning the page, Daniel's thumb scraped the corner of the newspaper. A few drops of blood fell from his hand, and he winced. Paper cuts honestly did hurt like hell. He quickly tried to bring his thumb up to his mouth to suck on, not registering that at that same moment, his cup of coffee was at his lips. His hand collided with the cup of coffee, and the cold drink flew up into the air. Time appeared to stand still for Daniel as the cup began to make its descent. It seemed to be coming down in slow motion, the lid coming off, its contents spilling everywhere...

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TAGS! victoria/lottie (;
NOTES! so yeah (: thought I'd leave it up to you where the coffee ends up.
INSPIRATION! The Killers
CREDITS! Template By arro @ Caution!
LYRICS! "If You Can't Live Without Me,
Why Aren't You Dead Yet?" by Mayday Parade

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[victoria]

Being a fifth year was very hard work, her older brother often told her she’d spend night after night studying and then he’d laugh. There was a good thing about being a Slytherin; there were always pros and cons for being in a different house. The eldest Rookwood had made it clear to his little sister that she should do all her work herself rather than force a timid Hufflepuff to complete your charms essay for you. The word Slytherin would automatically brand you for life, if people saw you were a Slytherin they’d avoid and if they saw you were in a foul mood they’d do anything to stay out of your way, or do as they were told.

A lot of people in Slytherin were wary of Victoria’s personality, they had seen her bad side and it was never pretty but she wasn’t like the other Slytherin’s, she wouldn’t be spiteful to a poor first year Ravenclaw, nor would she bully others. Sometimes if she was in a bad mood all hell would break lose which was very often but then again she had the personality of a Gryffindor, but the hat chose Slytherin. Most likely because of her short-temper and that it was a family tradition, both her mother and her father had been put in Slytherin and when she was younger and they got the first letter home from her brother stating he was in Slytherin, she knew she’d also be placed in that house.

It was pretty early in the morning but thankfully it was the weekend and there was no morning class for her. Since the Slytherin common room was located under the black lake there was hardly ever any sunlight and she often found it hard to tell if it was the evening or the morning and she’d always gaze over at one of the other girl’s clocks on their bedside table, and according to the clock it was eight o’clock. A groan escaped her lips and she tossed and turned for a few minutes before she decided to get up, it was always a struggle and she was always in a bad mood in the morning.

Victoria got herself dressed into a pair of blue denim skinny jeans, a maroon hoodie and a navy blue gilet before slipping on a pair of converses. She was honestly to tired to function but she had a very long day ahead of her, first off she’d probably grab some breakfast, something convenient and she could eat on the go, then she’d go up to the library to finish off her potions essay. Hopefully that would take her an hour or two and then she had Quidditch practice in the afternoon with the Slytherin team, and it was all quite a lot for her, considering she was currently doing her OWLs and should be studying all the time.

The fifth year tied her hair up into a messy bun and sighed loudly; pulling her bag out from under her bed and made sure she had all her potions books, notes, spare parchment and a quill. It was all in there which meant it was time to go and do some studying, something she never did look forward to but it had to be done. Victoria left the dungeons and walked straight over to the great hall. The Slytherin table was almost packed and she leaned over her elder brother and grabbed herself a slice of toast and rustled his thick brown hair before leaving again.

Toast was always easy to eat, and you could eat it on the go which was useful for Victoria since she was definitely on the go, she took a bite of the toasted bread that was oozing with butter and smiled slightly at the warm taste, she’d always liked toast, who didn’t like toast? She made her way up to the fourth floor wondering what she should tackle first, finish off her toast or eat her toast and work at the same time? No, she couldn’t get crumbs on her essay; the potions professor would go mental if half her breakfast was stuck to the parchment again.

The blonde girl hadn’t got in the door until she felt a cold liquid fall on her favourite hoodie. Her face scrunched up and she exhaled loudly before examining the mess on her hoodie, it would most likely wash out but that wasn’t the point. From the smell it was coffee and she hated the smell of coffee, hence why she never drank it or went near it. Victoria turned her attention from the obvious stain on her hoodie to the culprit and saw a very familiar face, a Greyback. They were both in the same year and had a few classes together, the only difference was the fact he was a Gryffindor and she was a Slytherin, there was suppose to be some sort of house rivalry but Victoria Rookwood was not a typical Slytherin girl.

Mornings always took her toll on her and she cocked a eyebrow at the Gryffindor, her Slytherin side kicked in and she throw her toast in his face just to make a point. Beverages and food should never land on someone, and she was getting her own back. “Thanks for that Greyback,” Normally she’d be civil but mornings definitely weren’t her thing and nearly everyone knew to avoid her in the morning. Hopefully he apologized otherwise there would be hell to pay.

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daniel greyback.
longest post, yaay <3.

[daniel]

Daniel wasn't usually this clumsy, in fact it was a rare occurrence for him not to have full control over his actions. He was naturally a fairly... graceful being- for a guy. For a brief moment, he amused himself with a quick image of a guy prancing around like a ballerina, but he quickly got the image out of his head when he saw the sight in front of him. The coffee that he had been drinking only thirty seconds before had found its way from the air, but as soon as Daniel caught a glimpse of the sight before him, he suddenly wished that the beverage was still flying above his head. Victoria Rookwood. They didn't know each other too well, they had the odd class together- but judging by the furious look on her face, he was about to get to know her all too well. As house stereotypes go, Gryffindors had the hottest tempers, but Slytherins had by far the worst. Daniel could only hope that she was possibly an exception to the rule. 

Nevertheless, she looked mad. Okay, she obviously got out of bed on the wrong side. Or maybe she was always so irritable... though to be fair, she was covered in coffee. However, Daniel found his lips curving up into a smirk as he observed the facial expression of the shocked Slytherin, covered in what was his wake-up drink. He found it fairly amusing how the tips of her platinum blonde locks were now splattered with this bitter refreshment, and how her maroon hoodie was now stained a dark brown. To Daniel, this was definitely a source of entertainment. Not other people's misery exactly... just their reactions to the problem. And Rookwood's was one of the best, if looks could kill...

He let out a small chuckle, but this was a big mistake. How did he know? The second after he snickered at her, a piece of buttered toast hit him square in the fact. Ugh. Butter. Daniel hated butter. How did she know? On second thoughts, it was probably a coincidence- he was just being paranoid. "Thanks for that, Greyback", he heard the Slytherin say. Not that he was sure that it was her, seeing as his vision was obscured by the piece of bread, the butter clinging to his face like seaweed to a rock. He gingerly gripped the crust with his thumb and first finger, and peeled the greasy toast off his face.
"Want this back?", Daniel said sarcastically. He dropped this... excuse for a meal to the floor, and it landed butter side down. Just like the paradox.

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OUTFIT! coming soon...
STATUS! complete
TAGS! victoria/lottie.
NOTES! fail of a post compared to you xD warning- I ramble a LOT in this (:
INSPIRATION! The Killers
CREDITS! Template By arro @ Caution!
LYRICS! "If You Can't Live Without Me,
Why Aren't You Dead Yet?" by Mayday Parade

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[victoria]

Over the years of Victoria being here she had learned a lot about other people, considering the fact they were quite a lot o them studying at Hogwarts and you almost always learned who to stay clear of. There was the obvious house rivalry during Quidditch, after all everyone wanted to win the cup for the year and Slytherin’s were pretty rough when it came to Quidditch, they’d do anything to win and with a captain with Adora they were always encourage that violence was almost always necessary during Quidditch. Since she’d been at Hogwarts she’d been called all sorts by mostly everyone, the list was endless and she learnt within time it would always be that way, no matter what happened someone would always say something that would hurt you but she had put up a wall so nothing really bothered her, unless they were of course important to her.

The Greyback’s were near enough famous because of their father, Fenrir Greyback. He was a former death eater and there were a fair few of them running around, she knew that there were four of them in Slytherin and people said that the other Greyback’s didn’t matter, they weren’t important and were a sad excuse for a Greyback. Although she had to admit that Daniel Greyback was fairly attractive although she’d never say that to him, she did have a reputation that wasn’t actually real but hey, she had to pretend. She wasn’t the best Slytherin, she had those moments when she was far to kind to the other houses than she should be, but then again that was when there wasn’t any other Slytherin’s around, but she was pretty sure a few Slytherin’s saw through her fake Slytherin personality, although the anger was genuine.

Victoria wasn’t exactly happy about the mess, she definitely looked a state and she could feel the anger bubbling away. Hopefully the coffee stain would wash out and it would be obvious that it would wash out of her hair. There wasn’t really any harm done, she was just in a bad mood, if she bumped into him tomorrow she’d probably apologize for her terrible behaviour but until then she could be as rude as possible, after all she was in a bad mood and he had just spilled his cold morning coffee on her and she wasn’t best pleased.

There was a satisfied look on her face as the toast stuck to his face, and she watched as he took it off and dropped it on the floor, “Nah, you can have it, looks like you could use some fat on you.” The way he was acting was really starting to annoy her and she couldn’t help but frown, “Why can’t you respect those who are better than you!?” Before she thought about it she shoved him and instantly regretted what she had just done, she didn’t want to upset him but she was in a pretty bad mood. Victoria sighed and ran a hand through her blonde hair and leaned to the side.

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daniel greyback.
i rambled too, it's cool, haha. <3

[daniel]

Arguments. Daniel's... pièce de résistance. He couldn't remember the last time he hadn't won an argument. In fact, he couldn't even remember the last time he had an argument. Most of Hogwarts knew that to enter into an disagreement with him, Daniel Chrostopher Greyback, was morale suicide; an extreme dent to most's confidence. He was great at finding those little flaws that you hate about yourself, and expressing them in a way that you have no retaliation but to stutter. At any rate, that's what his… 'opponents' seemed to do. The last time the Gryffindor had not won an argument he had put up a good fight; they were at it in the common room for half the night until some snotty prefect came down and told them to shut the hell up. So even then he hadn't technically lost, per se. This was definitely one thing that he couldn't stand to lose at. 

In general, Daniel was fine with losing. Okay, not fine exactly. No one likes to lose. Most people- the ones with sense preferred to win rather than suffer defeat, in any case whatsoever. Take a Quidditch match- when you are on your broomstick, up high in the sky, the adrenaline pumping through your blood, what is on your mind? You want to win. You're not playing the match so you can lose- that would be the most pathetic thing. You're playing to win. That's just one example out of thousands. And this was one of them- if Victoria Rookwood was looking for a fight. If not, he wouldn't complain. To be perfectly honest, he was starting to get a bit of a headache and he wanted nothing more than to crawl up to his dormitory and get some sleep. Daniel was in a very snappy mood, mornings weren't really his thing. He was fine late at night, pouring over some work, or just reading a book- but the saying 'the early bird catches the worm' meant nothing to him. In fact, in his opinion 'the early bird' tended to be stupid and over positive. In most cases, anyway.

Unfortunately now in his fifth year, he was getting so much homework that firstly, he was regretting not dropping a couple of his electives, but more importantly- he had to wake up early in the morning, or like today stay up all night, to complete most of the homework off. He honestly didn't understand his Muggle studies essay, so that was off the list. But he still had a bunch of essays to do for other classes- and only today to do it. Tyson, the Gryffindor Quidditch captain, had organised a massive Gryffindor practice for tomorrow the whole day long, so they could get the team just right. Bloody perfectionist.

So Daniel had a lot to do, but he wasn't going to miss a chance to beat a Slytherin at something. Slytherins and Gryffindors had had a rivalry for centuries, admittedly some Slytherins were all right, but from what Daniel had observed since their first year, Victoria Rookwood looked to be a fair Slytherin stereotype. She seemed to hate most others, at any rate. Although Daniel wasn't great at spotting pretenders, so for all he knew she could be the sweetest person on the planet- though he seriously doubted that. Her anger looked like it was fading away to him, but as soon as her mouth opened he knew he was wrong. Insulting his weight? Wasn't that something that girls bitched to each other about? At any rate, he'd never... discusses his weight with people at Hogwarts. It wasn't really something that guys did. Though she did make a valid point, his mum was always nagging him about being so skinny. He was a fairly scrawny boy- not exactly the perfect build for a keeper, but hey. 

“Why can’t you respect those who are better than you!?”. Without warning, Daniel was then pushed by the blond Slytherin. He stumbled back, she sure was strong. And... better than him? Ha. Typical arrogant Slytherin.
"Better than me?", he said, scoffing. "You've got to be joking. Even flea-ridden rats are better than you". Okay, maybe that was a bit harsh, especially considering Rookwood did look a little sorry about what she had said. Too late now. Daniel bit his lip as she ran her hand through her platinum blonde hair, and leant to the side. She was actually pretty good looking, Daniel thought to himself. However, good looks didn't mean good personality, this was often the case with Slytherins.

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NOTES! haha we are fellow ramblers<3
INSPIRATION! The Killers
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LYRICS! "If You Can't Live Without Me,
Why Aren't You Dead Yet?" by Mayday Parade

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[victoria]

The house rivalries had gone on since Hogwarts was founded and everyone could tell what sort of person you were by just looking at your house robes. If you were a Hufflepuff you’d be considered shy and wise, maybe even intelligent. Ravenclaw’s were definitely the more intelligent one’s out of all the houses, they’ prefer a nice night in the library rather than going to a large social even that didn’t matter to them. Gryffindor’s on the other hand could be quite loud at times and the rivalry between Gryffindor and Slytherin was pretty high, and most Gryffindor’s and Slytherin’s were enemies even before they had formally met, the only excuse for a Slytherin to talk to a Gryffindor was if they were family, if not then it would cause a bit of complication if they were socializing like nothing was wrong.

This was a perfect example of the rivalry around Hogwarts, both fifth years and opposite houses which made for the perfect excuse to argue over nothing. Now thinking about it if Victoria was a decent human being she should apologies for being so rude and pushing him and be on her way, but that wasn’t the point. Being a Slytherin you couldn’t just apologies and be on your way, you’d never live it down in the common room and some people would most likely think of that as a weakness and no one would take you seriously anymore, you always had to have a slight temper, whether you was in a good mood or not.

There were worse people in Slytherin than herself, for example Adora Flint, she was a typical Slytherin and she was ruthless, Victoria would allow a younger Gryffindor to run away free with no fighting or anything. Although she wasn’t quite as nice to the people her age or older, she just didn’t see the point in letting older people walk all over you and nothing seemed worse than a fellow Slytherin walk all over you. But Victoria wasn’t going to let Daniel Greyback walk all over her; he was a sad excuse for a Greyback and most likely let the name down. Pathetic!

People would think they knew you just because of the badge on your robes, but did the other houses see the atmosphere in the Slytherin common room, the laughing and joking. No they didn’t, so how did people possibly think they could suss out Victoria Rookwood? They couldn’t, they didn’t know her Slytherin personality was actually a cover-up and she wasn’t going to let anyone see her real side, the caring side of her, that would ruin her reputation and she didn’t want to allow that to happen, not yet, she still had two more years of Hogwarts, maybe when she was a sixth year or seventh year but not yet.

The Gryffindor was obviously looking for a fight but she wasn’t really in the mood to be arguing with some immature Gryffindor, it wasn’t on her to-do list. She should be sat in the back of the Library finishing off her Potions essay but she was still stood in front of this thing arguing about who was better, when it was obvious she was. After all she was a pure-blooded Slytherin and Slytherin’s were always right, most of the time. “Move, you’re a waste of space.” She shoulder barged him out of the way and walked over to one of the large tables and slung her bag onto the table. She pulled out her notes and books and yanked the chair out from under the table, and it must have been obvious she wasn’t in a very good mood, he had pretty much ruined her whole day.

Victoria sat down and rested her head into both of her hands, trying to clear her mind for the long hour ahead of her but it was proving difficult. “Bloody Greyback..” She muttered and sighed loudly looking at the books stacked in front of her.

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daniel greyback.
not my best post, haha. <3

[daniel]

"Move, you’re a waste of space.”, Victoria Rookwood said with an annoyed tone, pushing past him to the only free table in the library. Unsurprisingly, all the working students were glaring at him and the Slytherin. They did have good reason; the library was not really a place for arguing, especially with that hawk of a woman, Madame Pince, swooping around the place. She must've be about ninety, but her passion was still books. She'd never been married as far as the students knew; and according to some rumours that Daniel had heard down the Charms corridor, she hadn't left the castle in eight years. Although he sincerely doubted that it was true; considering most rumours were usually a load of rubbish. Take the latest piece of gossip going round the Gryffindor common room; that the head of Gryffindor was having an affair with the head of Ravenclaw. Utter rubbish. And that was just one example; Hogwarts was a minefield of fake information that almost everyone but Daniel believed.

Madame Pince would be furious if she noticed the coffee stains now soaked into the deep crimson carpet. But the librarian and her razor sharp eyes would and could not notice the darkening discolouration forming in the red carpet, seeing as just the other day, the elderly woman had been hit by a third year's stray spell, and the nurse had told her to stay in the hospital wing for the rest of the week. Some seventh years had volunteered to run the library while she was in bed, but they weren't really too bothered about the library, so Daniel didn't have a problem there.

He would have a problem when she got back from the hospital wing though; the 'Pincinator' as she was known to the first years would absolutely freak when she saw what he had done to her 'precious carpet'. He had to figure out a cleaning spell, and unfortunately they hadn't learnt that charm yet in class. Daniel turned to the nearest bookshelf, and grabbed the fairly popular handbook: Cleanliness for you and your husband. Not the most manly title out there, but it would probably tell him how to get this stain out. He looked around the library, and groaned. Sod's law. The only free seat was right opposite Victoria Beccy Rookwood. He braced himself, and sat down in front of her, opening the book to the first page.

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OUTFIT! coming soon... when I get onto a computer =P
STATUS! complete!
TAGS! victoria (:
NOTES! I'm sorryyy for the wait<3 I've been super busy =S
INSPIRATION! The Killers
CREDITS! Template By arro @ Caution!
LYRICS! "If You Can't Live Without Me,
Why Aren't You Dead Yet?" by Mayday Parade

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[victoria]

Being a fifth year was a lot of work and in all honesty she really didn’t want to spend her weekends stuck in the library completing work, she wanted to be with her friends and have a good time with them all in the common room. The girls had already spoken about their evening tonight and when the queried whether Victoria would be joining them in their amazing events for the weekend she had to decline the invite simply because she was stuck with assignments that she hadn’t completed yet and her parents cared more about her academic studies than her petite social life. That’s all her parents ever asked her, they would question her on her grades and tell her a social life wasn’t important unless the academic life was first so either way she’d have to pass her OWLs, if she didn’t she knew what they’d say and she didn’t want to let them down. Not now and not ever.

Studying the notes she had taken in class she tried to figure out what she was going to write next, she was intelligent but it was hard to organise herself and she didn’t know if she should continue her previous paragraph or separate it. Potions wasn’t a hard class, it was quite easy for Victoria to grasp and she was a top student in potions and it happened to be her favourite class. She flicked through the potions book in front of her trying to get some ideas before feeling the need to have a break but she couldn’t, she had only just sat down and she didn’t want to fail her essay because she neglected it and her parents would go mental if she did that. They’d literally blow up and then she’d end up with several howlers off her mother who would most likely express her feeling of disappointment in her daughter, and they always expected her to do as well as her brother.

That was when it caught her eye, the male she was previously arguing with had sat down in front of her but she continued to look through her potions book and fiddle with the edge of her parchment wondering if she could manage this essay, it was proving difficult. The fact he had sat in front of her and he had got on her nervous was really starting to annoy her even more, “Do you enjoy following me? You could of sat with someone else rather than in front of me, what makes you think I want you sat there?”

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daniel greyback.
aww <33

[daniel]

[/i]? Him, Daniel Greyback? Merlin, he'd never live it down. This book was known for being very popular with house wives and such, to be perfectly honest, Daniel didn't know why it was in a school library- before today. Now, he was eternally grateful to it; or he would be once he found the correct spell. Daniel flicked through the handy manual, passing by various housework spells, from charms to fold your clothes, to jinxes to get rid of doxies in your curtains. Daniel actually had a lot of experience dealing with doxies: only last year the flat that he lived in with his mum, little half sister and step father had become infested with all shapes and sizes of doxies. He had spent most of his summer break trying to get rid of them. Unfortunately, Daniel wasn't able to use magic outside of school considering his age, so he had to use other methods, like spraying them with some sort of poison. It didn't help that he had to do it on his own; the adults were busy in the shop- and how much good can come of a two year old with a poison spray?

The Slytherin looks up from her notes, and glared at him. “Do you enjoy following me? You could of sat with someone else rather than in front of me, what makes you think I want you sat there?”, she stated in annoyance. Daniel rolled his eyes.
"Don't flatter yourself Rookwood, I'm only here because, if you used your eyes, you'd notice that there are no spare seats anywhere.", the dark haired male snapped, feeling a pang of guilt straight after. He slumped backwards, continuing to turn the pages of the girly book. He glanced up at the blonde girl, and gestured to the front cover of his cleaning book.
"And let's be honest, how much of an twat would I look carrying this around with me.", he said, his mouth twitching a little with laughter. He was giving the Slytherin a little oppertunity to let bygones be bygones, simply because they were now sharing a table. [/justify][/ul]

notes;; cbb to use my template xD not my best post, but hey.
words;; 404... I swear so many of my posts are 404 words... okay two, but still xD
tagged;; victoriaaaa

[victoria]

Draught of Living Death, should be in one of her potions books she wouldn’t be set an essay that she couldn’t find information on, maybe she should of listened in class the offer day but she was busy doing something else, what was she doing? Oh yes, she had been talking to Jaylen about the upcoming Quidditch match and she seriously wouldn’t shut up about it. Victoria and Jaylen were okay friends but there was suspicion from Jaylen’s behalf, she wasn’t quite sure about the blonde Slytherin but she’d always play it cool and act like a Slytherin should act. Maybe she should stop talking to the other Slytherin’s in class and pay more attention to the class. If she had paid attention she would know exactly what to write. Should she write the method or what? This was proving difficult but she was sure she could manage eventually. Victoria flicked through her Potion’s book and found her page, reading through the small text she twirled her blonde hair around her finger and studied the text carefully.

What in muggle’s name was a sopophorous bean?! Victoria sighed in frustration and jotted down some notes before she continued to read the text in the book. She had missed out the most important lesson and she didn’t know what to write after doing the method. Was she supposed to write some sort of conclusion? Normally she was good at Potions but since she had been building her reputation she had missed out on quite a few lessons since she was to busy talking to her fellow Slytherin’s and throwing parchment at the Gryffindor’s. There were a few things that were starting to distract the young Slytherin, hearing other people writing their notes, others flicking the pages of the books and the fact Daniel was sat in front of her and she couldn’t take her eyes off of him.

A small sigh escaped from her lips and she looked down at her potions essay, only two paragraphs, she was sure it had to be a good couple of paragraphs, two wasn’t good enough. “I can hear you breathing,” She stated and glanced up at Daniel before dipping her quill in her ink well, studying was definitely something she didn’t enjoy, not now and not ever. According to her brother NEWTs were much harder than OWLs and Victoria was finding it hard to keep up with all her work for her OWLs. “Well, there is room on the floor.” The blonde didn’t bother looking up she carried on starring aimlessly at her parchment and queried on what she should write, she had to write something other wise she wouldn’t be able to handle it in completed.

Victoria looked at the front of his book and chuckled slightly, a cleaning book? Surely that was a women’s job, not that she cared. If he wanted to read about cleaning that was fine, but she didn’t need any distractions with her Potion’s essay, she needed it done by tonight and she was clearly struggling. “Even if you wasn’t carrying it around, you’d look like a twat..” She trailed off and rested the feather of her quill against her cheek slightly. She had zoned out into her own little world and before she could think it slipped out, “Sorry.” Oh, well done Victoria.

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daniel greyback.
aww, it's cool <33