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Post by Deleted on Jul 5, 2014 16:16:13 GMT
Another headache danced across his head forcing his eyes closed once again. He slowly rubbed his temples, and tried to calm his racing thoughts. The owl sent from home had touched off this round of head pain. He always felt bad when he heard from home, his father seemed to reach out from the parchment and smack him directly in the face. He was told to remain at the school for all holidays this term. This should have been good news to Al, who really didn't like spending time with his parents. However, this term they had planned a tip to Egypt. Al had been looking forward to taking in some foreign culture. Now it seemed like he would be left alone in the castle to deal with any holiday alone. It's not like they ever got him anything, anyway. He exhaled and opened his eyes to the group of herbs in front of him.
He hadn't finished sorting his herbs at the end of class, and he was told to stay behind and finish. His stomach rumbled because he was missing lunch. He tried to force himself to concentrate and put the herbs away in the appropriate vials. Time was slipping bye, leaving him less and less time to go eat before rushing off to Potions class. It was going to be a long day, and so far it had started really bad.
He figured his father had timed out the delivery of his owl to make sure Al would get the letter as soon as he woke up. That was something his father would do. He could imagine him lounging in his study, smoking one of those dreaded pipe tobaccos, and tapping his fingers together in delight as he thought of his son spending the rest of the day with more knowledge that his family didn't want him. Al huffed and stuffed more herbs in a vial than he needed. The delicate tube almost exploded in his hand. Small slivers of glass embedded themselves in his palm. Al inhaled, and tossed the herbs onto the table with a grunt.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 7, 2014 10:45:35 GMT
Quite unlike, Liaz's morning, Morgana was having quite a different start to her day. She hadn't recieved any letters from anyone in fact, she hardly ever did. Most of those who wrote to her were those who were unable to muster enough courage to speak to her. Always conveniently leaving out their names so that they wouldn't have to confront her. Though they were decieved by her appearance, she was rather easily approached actually. Partially due to her neglected childhood but also in part from her parents, particularly her mother's, rather violent and frightening urging that she refrain from drawing as much attention to herself as much as possible. Those two years of tutelage in the art of deceit were the most time she'd ever spent with either of her neglectful parents. And even then, it was a scant amount as they had taken the oppurtunity to hire another adult to do most of the work. Morgana fantasized about breaking the mould she'd been forced to fit. Daydreamed of hexing muggle sympathizers and recieving the adoration and affection of her peers. Those spells usually ended as nightmares however. The nightmares, of course, were a hazey, indescrible event as it was obvious her mother couldn't possibly do anything to her personally. Regardless, one does not shake the sort of systematic programming that Morgana endured for two years and another six year's summer vacation. She does however eschew the doctrine of silence often. Indeed, the mould is cracking quickly.
Morgana sat comfortably cradling a poisonous mushroom head in her arms. The mushroom was mature, but the spores were still undeveloped. Affection was said to speed up the process of the mushroom's lethality. Morgana cared little for Herbology outside of growing poisons. It was a hobby of hers nonetheless and made her a bit of herbology enthusiast at the same time. It was as she was hugging her mushroom quietly that she heard Liaz's over-stuffed vial smack the table. Morgana turned her head toward the sound and muttered a curse under her breath. She wasn't inclined to help anyone, but she was quite sick of hugging a mushroom. Carefully unwrapping her arms, Morgana pulled away from the beloved fungi and looked in the direction of the discared vial, she discerned that it must have been one of the fifth years in the greenhouse next ot the one she was currently in. Without much thought, Morgana got to her feet and left the greenhouse and made her way to the next one slowly. Spotting Luiz through the doorway, Morgana leaned against the frame of the door lightly. She stared at the Slytherin boy coolly, effectively blocking any chance of escape.
She noted the color of the boy's robes. "A Slytherin should not be so clumsy." Morgana said with a teasing smirk. She silently wondered how powerful his spellwork was. Morgana gave a small yawn to display her boredom. She turned in the doorway, as if to start walking away.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 7, 2014 16:23:44 GMT
His fingers actually paused in their path to his mouth. He had intended to try to pull one of the slivers of glass from his bleeding index finger using his teeth. However, a voice stopped his thoughts and he turned. Her words seemed to drip with a venom that he associated with her personality. She wasn't really a bully, but it was obvious that she didn't like him. There had been many occasions where he went out of his way to avoid her. It was nearly impossible today, and he turned his attention back to his cuts.
'How could this day get any worse?' He thought to himself not daring to say the words out loud. Al wasn't afraid of her, but he saw no point in causing a fight where one might not happen in the first place. He expected to be cut by her sharp tongue, but words never hurt as much as the damage she could probably do with her wand. She was only a year older than Liaz, but he imagined she was more skilled in those spells that were designed to do harm. His headache began to pang inside his temples as he tried to pull a long shard of broken vial from his finger. He glanced over as it appeared she was going to walk away, but he thought that might be a rouse. She was a cunning girl as he was well aware of from their previous verbal spars. He wasn't sure what she was about, so he decided it was best to at least say something.
His mind raced as he tried to think of something that wouldn't sound like a threat, but might keep him close to the upper-hand that one would desperately need when in a conversation with the likes of Morgana. He sighed having nothing come to mind through the pain in his head, and finally settled on; "Thanks for the advice, but you might want to be careful. Someone might think you actually cared." He knew almost immediately that it was probably the wrong thing to say, but it was already too late. He closed his eyes and shook his head before biting down on the glass and pulling it out. He spit it to the side, and examined his cuts. There were at least two more pieces stuck within the soft folds of his fingers. These would probably have to wait.
He turned his attention to his fellow Slytherin, and leaned back against the desk to make sure he was facing her. His wand was tucked away in easy reach, but he knew from past experience that she was far quicker than he was when it came to an attack. He could probably out draw her, but his spells were mostly defensive in nature. If she was more than merely bored, he might be in trouble. It struck him -and not for the first time- that is was almost unbelievable how someone so attractive could be so plainly evil natured. He forced the thought to slide down the back of his mind as he tensed for what he imagined would be an all-out assault from the beautiful Slytherin. |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 8, 2014 2:45:25 GMT
Morgana turned about face as soon as she sensed that the fifth year was about to speak. A skill she had become quite adept at. Mostly it was only a matter of knowing who she was dealing with. Some people were less predictable though those were mainly Gryffindor. Morgana grinned as she bit her thumb absently. His words were relatively meaningless to her. She was more annoyed by the fact that he had tried to take the last word from her. Morgana stepped into the greenhouse finally. She quickly scanned the small structure for the professor. Her hands were now clasped together in front of her, she smiled at the boy sweetly.
"I do care. I care just as much as anyone. I'm just willing to make the choices that need to be made to progress society. That is why Professor Snape made me a prefect." Morgana chuckled softly and trembled slightly, enjoying the effect she had on Liaz. "Soft, bleeding heart types have never been productive in any sense."
Morgana scanned Liaz for his wand, leaning closer to do so. Her sweet smile strengthened momentarily as she recalled the incident in her fourth year when she tried to poison him. Her expression faded slowly however the thought of that event reminded her why she could only work in poisons instead of more openly. She straightened herself back up and crossed her arms over her chest as she grimaced at Liaz coldly. She was just wondering what poisons would be best to use on her own parents.
"I could concoct a salve for your hand. If you were willing to pay, of course." Morgana expected him to decline. She didn't mind. The comment was meant to remind him of her prowess with poisons rather than to offer help. She turned her attention to the rest of the greenhouse again. She walked through the rows of plants slowly, examining those she passed slowly. "This is what passes for herblore in your year? Professor Holland is too generous." Her back was to Liaz now as she bent over a particularly pathetic bubotuber. "Ugh!" Morgana pulled it out of its pot and threw it upon the floor. "Disgusting."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 8, 2014 15:48:57 GMT
His headache was much more painful than his fingers. He wondered if this was due to the way her words rolled over him with menace, or if it was something he didn't yet understand. He had endured much worse insult than she was offering him, but he knew without a doubt that the intentions behind her words were what could do the most damage. Al was not a stupid person, and he knew who meant him harm and when they meant it. He had his bouts with Morgana in the past, mostly when he tried to sneak in and out of the Slytherin common room out-of-bounds. The prefect had managed to give Al more detentions than any other Professor in the school. He didn't think this was an accident.
He offer of a salve for his hand most likely meant that she wanted to kill him slowly with one of her vile concoctions. She had tried it before during his first year at the school. Last term Al had spent a week in the Hospital Wing for just the smallest nibble of a cookie she gave him during the Halloween Feast. Morgana had even had the nerve to visit him late one night and eat one of her own cookies while sitting at the end of his bed. He didn't think she was evil, not even then. He only felt like she was misguided and he had been an easy target. He blinked and placed himself on his guard as she walked past to examine the pots surrounding the room. He sighed and shook his head. Another insult about his lessons -one he hadn't even finished his aching mind added- was tossed in his direction by her almost purring voice.
Al crossed his own arms over his stomach and appeared at ease. His finger tips brushed his hidden wand to reassure himself that it was still there. He could have it out before her, even though he wouldn't dare cast an offensive spell at the prefect. Snape would have his head on a tray in his office if Liaz did something to one of his chosen. "No thank you. I appreciate the offer, but your salves would be better suited fed to my father than anywhere near me." He bit his tongue knowing he had probably just gave her more information that could be used against him. Sometimes he felt so stupid. Was there really any hope for him at this school, especially under the current circumstances? He narrowed his eyes and prepared for more of the worst. |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 9, 2014 6:31:15 GMT
It was times like this that Morgana wished she was better at legilimens. One thing that often annoyed her about many innocent victims was their reluctance to speak their minds. Just another reason she much prefered bullying Gryffindor and Hufflepuff students. Many of them were better duelists than she was but they foolish revealed so much about themselves with very little effort on Morgana's part.
The bubotuber had been near death, so it refused to expel sap when she held it. But after colliding with the floor, it burst open eagerly. Morgana turned toward Liaz again. she walked toward him slowly, swaying slightly. Her sweet grin had returned by the time she was standing next to him. With greater poise this time, she leaned towards him once more. She could smell his fear and recognized the movement to check his wand was where it was.
"I'm not a bad person. Tell me. Don't you think so? Wouldn't you rather be my friend?" Morgana giggled softly at first but betrayed a hint of excitement with a slight hiccup and change of tone.
"Did you know that you are very attractive?" Morgana held her hands together in front of her again. She continued slower, "Do you remember the cookie I gave you? I baked them myself." She shrugged and spread her hands again to rest at her sides. "I thought they were rather scrumptuous." She looked away to her left moving only her head as she sped up her speech once more. "I did mean to poison you. But only to get you alone. To get your attention."
She turned her head back to half face Liaz to gauge his response. For the moment, she doubted he would be convinced by this interpretation of last year's events. She was sincere for the most part. Few other boys, especially those in Slytherin made Morgana feel the way he did. Though she doubted it was love. Her attraction to him was one more based in victimizing him. Hence the poison. Regardless, she was often swept up in her emotions concerning him that she bought into this interpretation of her motives from time-to-time. When she had applied the poison to the cookies, she had only been thinking of punishing his muggle acceptance and friendship with inferiors. At the moment, her intent was to disarm him so that she could play with him for awhile.
The slip he made about his father caused some unexpected havoc on her own defences however. She bit her tongue quickly, suppressing a desire to fulfil Liaz's demand. Morgana wondered if playing this game wasn't more dangerous than she'd originally thought it might be.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 9, 2014 18:35:50 GMT
Although most of Al's skills were moderate at best, he had been gifted with quick thinking and fast hands. He was aware of Morgana's abilities. They shared a common room, and he spent a lot of time studying people. He wasn't afraid of her, even though he knew she could hurt him if she so desired. The idea of being poisoned wasn't exactly something he would enjoy, but he doubted she could poison him just with conversation. If there was going to be a fight that extended beyond the normal verbal sparring she would have to cast a spell. So far, Morgana gave no indication that she was going to do anything but tease him. He swallowed lightly and listened to her dig in with her sharp tongue.
His eyes remained glued to her as the false flirting begun. She had done this before, on at least two occasions. The first time it had really shaken him up. He had almost believed that the beautiful Slytherin had real interest in him. One of her well manicured fingers had run up his chest and touched his cheek softly. Al had found himself with a loss of words, and couldn't breathe. Her words had moved through his mind and went straight down his body like an electrical charge. When he had moved in to try to kiss Morgana the girl had laughed in his face and walked away without a comment. Liaz had been embarrassed and confused. He found that he had also been a little heart broken at the same time. She was deadly, and she hadn't even cast a single spell.
This time he was more on guard, even though he couldn't help but swallowing with an audible click in his throat. He hesitated to respond and suddenly felt lucky he hadn't answered her immediately. Did she slip for a moment? Did he see a crack in the normally unreadable mask she seemed to hold on her face? Al could never read her expressions, but for a brief moment he thought he saw her flash a look of confusion that matched his own on the night he tried to kiss her. He played over what he said to her, and touched down on a single though. Why would mentioning his father effect her in the least? Did she enjoy poisoning people so much that it thrilled her to think of doing it to a complete stranger? Was Morgana really that evil? If so, Al knew she was more dangerous than he had originally imagined. What else could it be? She didn't know his family as far as he could remember.
He danced through possible replies, and decided not to mention his family again. He didn't need her to know about his own weakness, nor did he want to get her excited about poisoning when they still had to share the same living spaces while at school. He sighed, "I suppose you expect me to believe that you would actually lower your expectations and be interested in someone like me? I find this little game boring now, Morgan. You tricked me once, I am not going to let you do it again. Might as well tell me what you want, or try to jinx me, or whatever it is you're actually here to do. I have things I have to do." His eyes dropped down to their immediate surroundings until he found what he would need. Several stone flower pots rested under the desk, and he had a defensive spell that would use those pots as a wonderful distraction if she flew into a rage and decided to attack him.
Did he expect it? When it come to dealing with Morgana, you never knew what to expect. Expect the unexpected, that was the smart thing to do when she was around. Again Al wondered how someone so beautiful could be so dangerous. |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 13, 2014 9:19:24 GMT
Al's reaction ignited Morgana's anger but also stirred her pity for him. She hated when he insulted himself even if it was exaggeration. It was so unnatural for a Slytherin. At least it seemed so to Morgana. She wondered if she and other Slytherin harbored an as yet undetected self-loathing. It was part of the reason she hated the boy before her, she couldn't help but compare herself to him. And hated the possibilities that those comparisons produced.
Morgana found it hard to keep a grin and her mouth curved into a frown. She heaved a sigh and pulled the pin out of her hair, letting it fall to frame her face. She put the silver pin in her mouth and pulled her hair back behind her shoulders.
"And what do you know of my expectations? You think I'd prefer a brutish oaf? Or am I only fit for the prudish snobs more afraid of getting dirt under their nails than I am?" Morgana might have seemed on the verge of tears to those who knew little of her. Al would know that she was working herself up into a rage. "What are your expectations anyway? Am I even good enough for you?" Morgana let her hair drop again. She was glaring at Al darkly by now. "Thats it, isn't it. You're trying to tell me that I'm worthless next to one of your precious half-bloods, aren't you?"
Morgana cast a glance back at the slow-oozing bubotuber plant crushed on the ground. It gave off a faint decaying stench, she hoped it still had some potency left in it. Though she was beginning to doubt it now. She turned her head back to Al quickly. She really didn't like to compare herself to such a weak Slytherin. But she couldn't help it. The very thought gave her such headaches.
"I nearly changed my mind about you when you suggested poisoning your dad. You'll always be weak. It would be a mercy to put you out of your misery." Morgana, of course, had a desire to kill. But the threat of that abuse she'd gone through during her pre-school tutelage had stayed her hand on more than one occasion over the years.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 2, 2014 22:41:02 GMT
Al shook his head and sighed lightly. He knew she was good enough, in fact before she tried to poison him Al had harbored the slightest of crush on this girl. Of course the crush was at a distance as he was too afraid to open himself up to the likes of Morgana. She was deadly with her sharp wits and even sharper tongue. Al was physically faster by a long run, but Morgana was faster with her dangerous mind. In fact, he thought she might be faster with her wits than anyone else he has come across in the school.
He almost answered her when she spoke. He stayed his words when she began playing with her hair. It was memorizing to watch her beauty flow when behind those eyes rested a bitter heart. Al felt almost romantic in the moment and added his frown to hers. He forced himself to turn away and whispered, "That's not what I meant." He wouldn't allow her to play on his emotions. She wasn't sad at anything he said. In fact, Al thought she might be working herself up for an outburst. That fury would be directed at him. He turned his gaze back to her with a stunned expression when she mentioned his dad.
Could he? Could they?
Al didn't know if he had the heart to perform such an action. Yet, did Morgana? Could she be the deciding factor that would free Al from his prison? He doubted she would be interested in helping him, but the thoughts were already moving through his head like a crawling spider forming a web in a high corner. He ran a hand across his eyes and nodded to her. With a swallow, Al answered.
"Please, you don't even know my father. As if you'd ever help me poison him. Not that I would, but why would I even consider it? I am not weak, I am smart. Who wants to spend the rest of their lives in Azkaban? They would punish someone harshly for killing him..." But, if they could get away with it? He shook his head and looked at her. There was no way she would be interested in helping Al. He knew she despised him. There was nothing but venom in the way she looked at him. Al didn't know if he could poison his father, but being free... Being free would be something he would love to know. Was Morgana his only hope?
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Post by Deleted on Aug 4, 2014 4:49:43 GMT
Morgana watched Al closely, her mood was soothed immensely by her calculations of the decay timing of bubotuber pus. She came close to grinning as her brain worked the estimation slowly. She was incredibly horrendous at mathematics and forced to work slowly at any equation she tried. Of course, she wasn't always expecting to use her limited knowledge of mathematics much.
She came to the conclusion that the pus might cause Liaz some slight discomfort and that made her stop thinking about hurting him for a moment. She grimaced across the room at Liaz.
Morgana lifted her hairpin into the air vertically first then she pointed it at Liaz horizontally. She waved the harmless bit of silver at him as though performing a levitating charm. She began to chortle quietly. "You sound like a child. You can only hope that no one knows you or your dad. More likely than not, most people that catch the slightest glimpse of you know exactly what you're feeling and thinking." Morgana moved closer to Al slowly, her hips swaying gently and her arms held out at her sides. "We're all damaged. Its a damaged world. The Death Eaters didn't win because they're right or because they were fated to. They've succeeded because the world they inhabit is just as flawed and damaged as they are. People that put their hope in fate are no better at thinking than slugs." Morgana stopped a few feet away from Liaz and leaned against a table as she leered at him hungrily. "I know you, bun bun. I may not know every subtle detail of any given day of your life but I have an accurate enough idea of who you are. So does everyone else. Even if they don't want to let you know that they know or are too foolish to realize they know."
Morgana didn't even know why she was speaking about knowing about him by the time she'd finished going on about it. She was more concerned with what she could do to damage Liaz. Either physically or emotionally, she did not care which way he hurt at this point. Perhaps thinking that others could see his pain might work. Even Morgana wasn't completely sold on her own blabber however. So she doubted Liaz would buy it. He wasn't the average dunce of a Slytherin so she didn't expect him to anyway. "You're so sweet. You listen so well. Most people ignore my words. I often have to repeat myself because everyone stops listening when I start to talk. My mom even hits me if I interupt her. What does your daddy do?"
Morgana leaned against her table as she spoke, occasionally lowering herself to lay her side against it. She didn't like talking about her pain but she was too interested in hearing about Al's pain to stop herself. She finally lifted her legs over the table and lay upon it. She gazed up at Al with her head resting on top of her flat hand.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 7, 2014 15:16:28 GMT
Al listened to her but acted like he wasn't being as alert as she would expect from her fellow Slytherin. In honesty, she had begun to drone on and on like she has the habit of doing at times. He knew that it was normally a distraction that she would use to draw in her victims. It had worked on him the first few times he had encountered her while in a particularly cruel mood. He had come to learn her tricks, and often knew what she was up to before she could pull something too devastating on him. Al rolled his eyes and started to open his mouth to try to get a word in edgewise when he smelled a sharp tang in the air.
He struggled to put his finger on what the odor reminded him of, as he had little to no experience with petrol. He was sitting in the room because he wasn't as adept at Herbs than most other students in his term. He just didn't take to the class like he should have, and couldn't wrap his mind around why it should be so interesting for him. It was obvious he was never going to be good at Potions, and Herbology goes hand-in-hand with Potions. Those were two of his worst courses. However, as she continued to speak, Al came to the realization that she had done something to directly harm him without him catching on at first.
He fought hard to remember what was said about the bubotuber in class. He flipped through his mental files and something struck him. Bubotuber pus had healing properties, one of which was curing acne. He doubted she was interested in helping his grooming; Al didn't have a problem with acne in the first place. The healing qualities were only effective if the pus is treated. What happened with the pus if it was raw? He couldn't remember, and his head began to ache even worse. Al turned his attention back to the dangerous beauty who seemed to lay down on the desk. She was so close he could almost reach out and touch her.
She had asked him a question. He regretted tuning her out for the moment it took him to think about the bubotuber. He sighed, and replayed the last little bit she had said to him. He almost jumped when he realized that she had let slip a little detail about herself that he had never known. She echoed his own thoughts about ignoring her words, and then she casually mention her mom hitting her. He tucked away that bit of information for future use and started to answer her last question. He paused before the words even touched his lips. Why would he give her the pleasure of telling about his relationship -or lack thereof- with his father? He shouldn't.
"Actually, I get on better with people I'm not related to. Once you get over all the limitations that your pure-blood status lays on you, you'd be surprise about what is out there. You learn a lot more about others, about the real current state of affairs, about the whole world. Some people lock themselves into only associating with one group of people, and that closed minded type is ignorant of all the true possibilities of the world around them. You think you know something, but to be honest you lack any real understanding of what happens outside your own little circle." Liaz was well aware that he was droning on like she had. In fact, he was making it up as he went.
He believed what he said, but he could've condensed it into two sentences had he felt so compelled. Instead, Al was trying to buy himself some time to recall why he should be so alarmed over the bubotuber pus, and what this girl was really doing so close to him. He was really happy he had decided to bring what he had in his pocket today. |
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