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 Posted: Sun Feb 01, 2015 7:18 pm
I hear singing, I hear singing-
Singing to me, the damned girl!
And to the waxing moon...
I hear the birds singing;
To my beauty, my beauty...
And to the growing night.  M O R V E N
G R A I N N E
V A S S
SLYTHERIN │ FOURTH YEAR │ BLOOD TRAITOR
Morven narrowed her eyes at him. "I don't fight with my hair, and I can braid it myself." She didn't even like her sisters messing around with her hair. If he liked braiding so much he could grow his own hair out and play with that. She scoffed then. "Finders keepers? You stole it." He didn't look very menaced by the fork. She put it down but kept it within reach. And what was him and these books? He was practically obsessed with finding out if she found them useful. It was almost like a small child repeatedly asking if someone had liked their gift. Then again, given his maturity level, that made sense. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize this was a conversation," she said sarcastically. He might as well have been a ghost; her eyes were on the hair clip. She knew it was probably silly of her to be making such a fuss about it, but it was hers and she liked it and if he dropped it and it broke he'd be sorry. Fueling her outrage was the fact that if she tried to grab it from him, he could simply stand up and hold it above his head and she'd have trouble getting it back without tackling him. Something told her an outright fistfight over a hair clip would not be received well by their older housemates. But playing nice wasn't in her nature. It was almost impossible for her to sit here and smile sweetly and politely request it back. That was not how things went for Morven. She didn't bend for other people, she made them bend for her. "The books were acceptable," she shrugged almost scornfully, because she could, and even if she gushed poetry about them, who was to say he'd give it back? She was a little worried he was going to break it on purpose just to get back at her, but that was a risk she was going to have to take. The dearly beloved daughter,
Is now a dead and buried girl!
Tell me my girl, who has damned you?
Over there on the moor and in the corn...
Take my body, my rings, and my dress-
Under the moon they have burned with me.
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Posted: Mon Feb 02, 2015 6:25 am
I see you in my head and eye.
Your eyes are vacant and your mouth is bright.
And all you say are things I don't want to hear...
So I smash my hands against my broken ears...
We'll be the thoughts that you were warned about!
We are the shadows in your basement!
When you say doomsday, they say everything's alright!
But it's all the same, get yourself a number.
Oh, we've been watching you sleep.
We know your tricks, we know all your bad habits...
We know your secrets, we know what you've lost...
We sneak into your closet and have dinner with the skeletons!  ᵉ ᵛ ᵃ ᶰ ᵈ ᵉ ʳ
ᵗ ʳ ᶤ ˢ ᵗ ᵃ ᶰ
ˡ ᶤ ˡ ˡ ᵃ ᶰ ᵗ ᶤ ᶰ ᵉ
ˢˡʸᵗʰᵉʳᶤᶰ │ ˢᵉᶜᵒᶰᵈ ʸᵉᵃʳ │ ᵖᵘʳᵉᵇˡᵒᵒᵈ │ ʰᵉᶤʳ
Vander was aware of Wendy's presence nearby- with a book again, it was a wonder she wasn't in Ravenclaw too- but didn't so much as look at her until he heard her sliding down the bench towards him. He took in a shuddering breath at her question and muttered something that sounded a lot like 'shut up, Wendy' but it was hard to tell because he was staring at his lap for a moment before he finally looked back up at her. "Go right ahead," he said sarcastically. "What do you think? I can tell my sister all about it later." He knew Wendy, and she was probably holding back a grin right now, if she was capable of making that sort of expression. At least it hadn't taken him half a carriage ride to get his composure back. All along you've been asking what's wrong with me!
All along you've been living your predicament!
Saying you were innocent, but what's that got to do with me?
We are the cracks in all you dream about!
We are the noises in your attic,
We'll be the people you were warned about!
We are the monsters in your closet!
Now despite your hopes, despite your prayers, you're broke like us.
We watch you when you're asleep, we hear as you grind your teeth...
We're always wearing smiles, but we're never what they seem.
You run when you're awake, but we still kill you when you dream!
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Essy ze Ninja Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Feb 02, 2015 12:12 pm
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sσмє тнιиɢs scяαтcн тнє sυяғαcє ωнιℓє σтнєяs sтяιкє αт чσυя sσυℓ
Somehow, along the way from the carriages through the entrance gate and disembarking on Hogwarts grounds, Camila had lost touch with Morven and Gunilda, not that it mattered much. She was sure she would see each of them once inside the Great Hall, trying to pick out a seat on the benches of the Slytherin Table. But for now she meandered through the crowd of lost students in the antechamber, some trying to find their friends while a sly couple had just crept around the corner of one of the corridors, more than likely on their way to a broom closet to snog, or something ridiculous like that. Camila even felt the small pang of jealousy as she paused to watch the pair depart, unsure of what house the two even belonged too before moving on. Maybe if it had been Gryffindors, she might have snitched. It would certainly give her house the jump start it needed to earning the house cup this year, anyway. She huffed, turned up her nose and sauntered inside past the double doors that lead to the four house tables.
The sorting was already well under way, and as she eased closer to Morven, she found her friend already riled up and armed with a fork. ”Careful where you aim that that, yeah?” Camila teased as she garnered a seat directly across from the duo. She quickly caught sight of the clip, it was the only thing that Morven had her eyes on. ”Are you still being mean to my friend?” She implied rather heavily, seeing as how she could only assume what (or who) had pissed off Morven during the train ride so far. Not to mention, she had hardly forgotten his proposal during the Yule Ball last year, and how immediately awkward it was. What kind of a prat would ask one of two girls to dance, knowing one would be left out, or worse, be left out and jealous.
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Dressed in: Slytherin Uniform14 yrs ☪ 5' 3" ☪ 128lbs╚════════════════════╝
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Posted: Mon Feb 02, 2015 1:49 pm
  Location: Hogsmeade Station -> Great Hall – Slytherin Table Mira walked into the great hall prepared to run from Benjamin and to avoid her sisters at all cost. Heading over to the Slytherin table she easily spotted Wendy who seemed to be sitting a bit down from Vander. Upon hearing the last name Lillantine, Mira looked to the front as she slid into a seat beside Wendy. Hearing the two talk about the outcome she looked to Evander. "So your sister's a Ravenclaw." she commented before looking up at her sister's name. 'Oh god... please be far away from me... please...' Mira thought as she waited to hear the house her sister would be apart of. Hearing yet another Ravenclaw, Mira was grateful for the distance but it also proved her sister was smart and brainy. Half rolling her eyes, Mira looked back to her housemates. "Looks like my sister will be joining her..." she muttered wishing her sister would have just died. Might of been harsh but that's how the Slytherin girl felt about it.  Status: Happy… Oh god my sister… With: Wendy & Evander Wearing: Slytherin UniformOOC: --- Spice the Rat Anger and resentment,
A dark path you tread,
I would be careful, young one,
But, I know where you belong...
Slytherin!
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Posted: Mon Feb 02, 2015 8:05 pm
 ıllıllı ωєи∂у мα∂єℓιиє ¢нαιѕту ıllıllı
3я∂ уєαя ѕℓутнєяιи
ρυяєвℓσσ∂ αи∂ вяαи¢н мємвєя σf тнє ανєяу fαмιℓу "Oh, I could care less," Wendy said in a sing-song voice, before her tone grew far less amused and back to its neutral tone, "There are far worse houses to belong to. Though I suppose does that mean your sister is actually the true brilliant one of you and your siblings?" She paused as Mira joined them and sat next to them. When Mira asked about Evander's sister, Wendy nodded, "Indeed. And to think Mr. Lillantine here was telling me how all the Lillantines have been sorted into our noble house. Shame... though, I suppose eras must come to an end. Regardless, good evening Mira.""Mira Mitchell, may I introduce Evander Lillantine, the heir of the Lillantine family. Mr. Lillantine, this is my friend Mira Mitchell: she is the younger sister of the girlfriend of the heir of the Avery family," Wendy said formally as the name Grace Mitchell was called and announced to be put in Ravenclaw. Wendy politely clapped once, not a bit interested and glanced to Mira who was half rolling her eyes and muttered something under her breath about her sister joining Evander's if Wendy had heard correctly-though she wasn't sure. "I suppose the Chaisty family is the only one that can claim all Slytherins now," Wendy said folding her hands in her lap, primly. "Well, unless you want to consider the main branch of the Avery line a part of the Chaistys considering the current heir married a Chaisty and that of course leads down to David and Cathaline. Regardless, I trust your summer was well enough Mira?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 02, 2015 8:30 pm
 ☄ Looking: Like Trouble ☄ At: Hogsmeade Station ☄ With: Morven Vass☄ Ooh! She does look mad!>
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Benjamin shrugged when Morven snapped that she didn't fight with her hair and then scoffed about his claim of 'finders keepers'. "Stole it? Me? No soy un ladrón," He said sounding half offended before continuing with a smirk, "I found it in your hair and picked it up, that's all. And, I'm trying to return it. No reason to be so suspicious, Gatita." He ended with a chuckle and a shrug, apparently not the slightest bit bothered by Morven's scorn or insistence on remaining neutral on the whole matter of the books. Granted, he did keep bringing the books up. He was still laughing as Camila came over teasing Morven about the fork and sitting across from Morven and him and Benjamin sobered up as Camila asked if he was still being mean to her friend. "Not at all," Benjamin said taking a tone of extreme seriousness. "I was offering to return something she lost back at the platform in London and asking her about something she picked up from my place this summer when she decided to stalk me all the way to my home. Really, it is quite sweet she was that interested, though she really should have owled first since I was technically working."He shrugged, "None the less, out of the kindness of my heart I lent her an extra few minutes of my precious time to help her out when she stopped by." He smiled innocently as he held out the hair clip in front of Morven and added, "I really would love to know why everyone suspects me of being up to no good. I'm purely harmless and innocent. Honestamente." He ended emphatically with a nod. ☄ Translations: (1)I'm not a theif. (2) Honestly.
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Posted: Mon Feb 02, 2015 8:33 pm
ＬＯＵＩＳ . ＭＡＵＲＩＣＩＯ. ＡＤＤＡＲＩＯ
Ｓｅｃｏｎｄ . Ｙｅａｒ ,. Ｓｌｙｔｈｅｒｉｎ
9" ｈａｚｅｌ,. ｕｎｉｃｏｒｎ. ｔａｉｌ. ｈａｉｒ, . ｒｉｇｉｄ
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___ Louie habituated himself with the usual once over; straightened his tie, readjusted his robes, then smoothed the wrinkles of his trousers. Ever since his mother and father had returned from their year long voyage overseas, they'd been horrified at what they found. Well, besides the case of spattergroit he carried home with him from school, they discovered their one and only son had gone wild. His father hadn't been pleased, to say the least, but his mother was furious. 'Too blasé', she said, 'too lacking in the sprezzatura expected of any Addario', and whatever rubbish she hissed through clenched teeth. His cousins had nearly been evicted as a result, their American recklessness had poisoned him... or so it seemed, because they came around, eventually, once the shock had settled and normal routine had taken its place.
___ It was a curious notion, really, to have a palate cleanser, so to speak, gifted to him in this life. Now that his freedom was unbridled, he felt like a new man, revitalized in a feverish youth like the young and beautiful, Dorian Gray, only he didn't need a painting to do it. Louie's shadow stretched under the arch of the entrance way, the antechamber was as expansive as he remembered, and the candles flickered fiercely while the cool night air flowed in. He followed the herd through the short stampede to the fork in the road where the students separated by hues of crimson, emerald, sapphire, and gold under an enchanted night sky.
___ He reached the threshold quickly, meandered along with the assortment of Slytherins to their house table were they would sit and all blend together as two giant, writhing serpents slithering on either side of a table. Louie found himself, for the most part, in solace, several spaces between the first years and that prefect, and then his fellow second years on the other side. He pricked his ear to listen in, but it was boring on both ends. He turned casually to address the prefect, whom he now recognized as the Slytherin Seeker. ”You're on the quidditch team right?” He inquired boldly, hoping to mitigate the tension and ease conversation into an amiable exchange instead of all this fang bearing. ”Have you any advice for the try outs? Maybe which positions have the higher or lower competition, in house?”
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Posted: Tue Feb 03, 2015 12:45 pm
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Second Year | | Twelve | | Slytherin | | Single | | Half-Blood
Maisie bid a quick farewell to the small group she arrived at Hogwarts with and walked over to the Slytherin table. She took her set next to students she didn't know and looked up at the Sorting Ceremony, not really paying that much attention to the ceremony itself. Maisie really didn't care who all got sorted into Slytherin, she most likely wasn' going to speak to them. She had a hard time speaking to the people in her own year...or, any year for that matter. While Dmitri wasn't typically better than her at things, this was certainly one of the few he was: making friends. Sitting in the carriage with the three of them made Maisie realise just how lonely she was, after all her only friend was her brother. How pitiful. She wasn't going to act desperate, though. No, she'd find friends eventually...maybe. Maisie let her eyes fall down to the table, chewing slightly on the inside of her cheek as she thought about it.
uniform x ooc :: free for interaction
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Posted: Tue Feb 03, 2015 2:20 pm
I hear singing, I hear singing-
Singing to me, the damned girl!
And to the waxing moon...
I hear the birds singing;
To my beauty, my beauty...
And to the growing night. M O R V E N
G R A I N N E
V A S S
SLYTHERIN │ FOURTH YEAR │ BLOOD TRAITOR
Morven was glad to see Camila's arrival, as if it were a reinforcement of some sort. "Thank the gods you're here. You can be my character witness after I murder him." While her friend didn't exactly help matters, she didn't make them worse, either, so she supposed she should be grateful for that. She stared at him as he set off on an elaborate story that sounded more like the plot of a crappy romance novel then anything else. "Next time, I'll be sure to," she sniped, not about to let his very, very tall tale go unchallenged. "And don't spew bullshit, you'll ruin everyone's appetites. If I recall correctly your mum had to yell at you to get back to work at least once, and you looked about to pee yourself when she told me I could hex you if I wanted. I'm still thinking about taking her up on that offer," she advised him, before snatching the clip he held out, giving it a look of pity at being in his grasp for so long, and shoving it into her sweater pocket. She wasn't about to put it back in her hair- he might be tempted to steal it again later, and it probably needed to be disinfected now, anyways. A cleaning charm wouldn't be strong enough. The dearly beloved daughter,
Is now a dead and buried girl!
Tell me my girl, who has damned you?
Over there on the moor and in the corn...
Take my body, my rings, and my dress-
Under the moon they have burned with me.
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Posted: Tue Feb 03, 2015 7:29 pm
I see you in my head and eye.
Your eyes are vacant and your mouth is bright.
And all you say are things I don't want to hear...
So I smash my hands against my broken ears...
We'll be the thoughts that you were warned about!
We are the shadows in your basement!
When you say doomsday, they say everything's alright!
But it's all the same, get yourself a number.
Oh, we've been watching you sleep.
We know your tricks, we know all your bad habits...
We know your secrets, we know what you've lost...
We sneak into your closet and have dinner with the skeletons! ᵉ ᵛ ᵃ ᶰ ᵈ ᵉ ʳ
ᵗ ʳ ᶤ ˢ ᵗ ᵃ ᶰ
ˡ ᶤ ˡ ˡ ᵃ ᶰ ᵗ ᶤ ᶰ ᵉ
ˢˡʸᵗʰᵉʳᶤᶰ │ ˢᵉᶜᵒᶰᵈ ʸᵉᵃʳ │ ᵖᵘʳᵉᵇˡᵒᵒᵈ │ ʰᵉᶤʳ
Vander gave Mira a rather ugly look at her comment. It was none of her business, anyways. She should worry about her own sister... or not. That mutter sounded like the tone he used when talked about Cyrus, and Vander sometimes fantasized about what his life would be like if Cy had suffered an unfortunate accident before he could even toddle. "Aren't you perceptive. Hello Mira," he said coldly, then turned his stare on Wendy, who was enjoying this a bit too much. "And that's not quite a feat- there aren't that many Chaistys left, from what I've heard." She could get up on her high horse about it all she wanted, but her mother was dead and her father was in prison, and nothing was going to change that. All along you've been asking what's wrong with me!
All along you've been living your predicament!
Saying you were innocent, but what's that got to do with me?
We are the cracks in all you dream about!
We are the noises in your attic,
We'll be the people you were warned about!
We are the monsters in your closet!
Now despite your hopes, despite your prayers, you're broke like us.
We watch you when you're asleep, we hear as you grind your teeth...
We're always wearing smiles, but we're never what they seem.
You run when you're awake, but we still kill you when you dream!
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Essy ze Ninja Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Feb 04, 2015 2:56 pm
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sσмє тнιиɢs scяαтcн тнє sυяғαcє ωнιℓє σтнєяs sтяιкє αт чσυя sσυℓ
”Ooo, murder,” dark eyes flashed in sinful delight as a grin crept up to her face. It didn't take long for her to shift her gaze back and forth between the two, sizing up the passed conversations she missed out on, and what emotions remained from it. She blinked up at Benjamin as he began to recount his tale and she couldn't help herself. Mmmmmhmmmm,” she nodded slowly, pursed her lips and scrunched up her brows until her forehead wrinkled. ”Suuuuure,” smiling whimsically, she bestowed him the theatrical nod of her head and the gentle pat of her hand to the air space near him, because touching him—if even to sarcastically pat his arm—was too much effort for her to waste. ”I'm sure that's exactly how it all went.” Camila rolled her eyes, shook her head and spared a tiresome glance at Morven to share in her obvious displeasure; it must have been exhausting for her to keep up the charade of a well behaved student and not throttle the bloke where he sat. But it sure didn't look like her strawberry blonde haired friend of hers, (seriously, is it blonde or red? Because Camila would back and forth on that color all day if she could.) was going to wait long enough for an opportunity for violence, and instead, ripped right back with a few of her own scathing words.
”OoOoOoOo, Benji got in trooouuubleee,” Giggling behind her hand, Camila bit back her laughter at the third year's self proclaimed innocence. ”¡Ay, claro que no!” She gushed with comical enactment. ”Serás un ángel,” her Spanish was almost as fluent as his, but of a distinctly different region. She paused for the moment, and offered Morven an apologetic smile. ”Sorry Morv, I don't usually speak Spanish around people that can't understand,” Camila shifted her attention towards Ben then and with much emphasis continued, ”because it's rude.” She wasn't going to pretend that she hadn't overheard him call Morven his kitten, among the other bits of eavesdropping she'd done over the year.
[Translations://Oh, of course not! -/- You're an angel,]
╔════════════════════╗☆═━┈ Fourth Year┈━═☆Slytherin Table with Morven and Benjamin
Dressed in: Slytherin Uniform14 yrs ☪ 5' 3" ☪ 128lbs╚════════════════════╝
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Posted: Wed Feb 04, 2015 3:20 pm
☄ Looking: Like Trouble ☄ At: the Slytherin Table ☄ With: Morven Vass and Camila Rojas☄ Ooh! She does look mad!>
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Benjamin shrugged when Morven thanked the gods her friend Camila joined them and spoke about murdering him. Camila was obviously not buying the story and Morven worked very hard to counter it calling the story bullshit. Sighing dramatically, Benjamin said, "Actually, Mum was yelling at me in Spanish like she usually does since she can come up with more colorful death threats in Spanish usually than in English. Which, speaking of her giving you permission to hex me-she probably told you that you could murder me too. Honestly, I'd never get anything done if I worried every time Mum threatened to hex me or murder me. I get those from her at least twice a week."He shrugged smiling innocently as Morven took the clip from him and then to Camila who was laughing at him and went on to call him an angel and apologize for speaking Spanish around people who can't understand because it was rude. "Ah, I wouldn't claim angel, but I understand my awesomeness might make you think I came from Heaven, besides my own humble beginnings," Benjamin said with a smirk at Camila. "Also, all Gatita has to do is ask and I'd be happy to translate," Benjamin said with a smirk. "Or you can for her. She told me I couldn't call her Mori so I had to improvise. Thus the fitting name of Gatita was born. She reminds me of a jagua tirika...adorable, y probablemente puede matarte, pero no lo hará. Oh! And... ella es divertida cuando está enojada. Just like a jagua tirika. I say Gatita is fairly fitting-if not more so than Mori."☄ Translations: (1) jagua tirika: (Guarani) ocelot (2)adorable, and can probably kill you, but will not. (3)she is funny when angry
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Posted: Wed Feb 04, 2015 7:20 pm
I hear singing, I hear singing-
Singing to me, the damned girl!
And to the waxing moon...
I hear the birds singing;
To my beauty, my beauty...
And to the growing night. M O R V E N
G R A I N N E
V A S S
SLYTHERIN │ FOURTH YEAR │ BLOOD TRAITOR
Morven reciprocated the glance from Camila with a look that said, 'feel very sorry for me'. She propped her elbows up on the table so she wouldn't be as tempted to smash her head into it. She was far too hungry and tired for this, though if he kept inducing this level of outraged irritation into her system she might be willing to overlook the tiredness, at least, to get her small hands around his skinny neck. The fact that her friend then broke into Spanish too didn't really faze her- it was probably tempting, right, but more so that all her anger was focused on him so she didn't have a lot left to spare for anyone else. If only she knew another language... she felt like knowing some common insults and swears in Welsh didn't really count. It wasn't as though she could hold a conversation in it. It was mostly just so she had some interesting sounding backups when the English language failed her in terms of verbally ripping people apart. Though, if they didn't understand the Welsh, it sort of lost the effect. At what Seymour said following his dramatic sigh- was he considering going into the theater arts?- she gave a sharply curving little smile, and said, "Well, if you say she gave me permission to murder you, you must be right." She wasn't surprised he got death threats so often, if acted this way with his parents. The idea was almost darkly comical to her, because as belligerent as she always had been to her father, she'd never have dared take a certain tone with him or said anything too far past the invisible line she and her sisters had never crossed. They could never quite make that line out, but they had always known it was there. It'd been an unspoken vow of sorts between them. If she was really going to be sad and pathetic she'd have ruminated on how she'd never had a mother to threaten her with anything, since she'd only ever had a mother for several months. But she wasn't, because it wasn't like there'd ever been any memories of anything to miss. "Heaven... hell... I understand they get confused sometimes," she chimed in dryly as he addressed Camila. "And I'll pass, see, because I have this funny feeling that I don't want to know what you've been saying, Seymour." And if he had any instincts of self preservation rattling around in that head of his, she thought darkly, he wouldn't want her to know either. She did manage to pick up 'adorable' from what he said, and 'jagua', which sounded an awful lot like 'jaguar', so now she was speculating if he was comparing her to a wild cat. Which was funny, really, if only he knew how far from feline she was every full moon. If he did know, he'd probably never tease her again. That sort of banter probably went out the window when you realized you were sitting next to a monster. There were a lot of words people used for werewolves, particularly female werewolves, and adorable and comparable to any sort of feline were not among them. She shook her head a little, and not really wanting to look at him, stared at Camila instead, wondering if she'd just go ahead and translate anyways. Morven wasn't dying to know, but she wondered how bad it really was. And the oceans would dry up before she asked him. The dearly beloved daughter,
Is now a dead and buried girl!
Tell me my girl, who has damned you?
Over there on the moor and in the corn...
Take my body, my rings, and my dress-
Under the moon they have burned with me.
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Posted: Thu Feb 05, 2015 2:38 pm
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sσмє тнιиɢs scяαтcн тнє sυяғαcє ωнιℓє σтнєяs sтяιкє αт чσυя sσυℓ
Camila rolled her eyes and proceeded to twirl a lock of dark hair around her finger, the lengthy explanations and capitalized exaggeration flipped that switch in her brain and lost all manner of attention. She would have felt sorry for Morven, if she hadn't already been distracted by the reflection in her goblet of pumpkin juice to smooth down a few stray strands of hair and reapply strawberry lip gloss. It was so easy to tune them out, too, words fluttering in one ear and out the other, only occasionally catching the barest of attention which piqued her brows and unclouded her gaze for a moment, but never actually to speak. She wondered what the other two were thinking; what were they hiding? Is the tension taut, or has her presence made it that way? And are they always like that with each other? Her vision flickered back and forth, clearly paying attention to something, but it certainly wasn't their words, hopefully they wouldn't take much notice. Because it really begs to wonder, she realized now, in these empty moments between time, what are they all really after? Everyone has a motive, even she, but what about them? She found herself suddenly curious of them, not just their souls, nor the heart and how it beats, but the secrets and the lies they keep. How many did Morven have? Camila wondered with pursed lips. And Benjamin? The one who tries so hard to seem like he doesn't try at all, what could he be hiding?
”Clearly,” Camila quipped up shortly after Morven had chimed in, she hadn't been too distracted to dismiss Benjamin and all of his damn cockiness, not to mention that smirk, too. One of these days it'll get him in trouble, and she can't wait for the howler that'll be sure to come. ”Oye, cálmate,” she waved her hand, she didn't even know why, but speaking Spanish always had her flailing her hands around. ”You can say whatever you want ya? But you're not gonna go around calling my friend your 'kitten,' got it?” Bloody hell, it's so demeaning, and not to mention, she had no damn clue what else he tried to compare her too. She'd gotten mixed up on a few of the words, translated most, and had to think twice about certain conjugations of verbs, but had managed to catch the gist of what he'd said, maybe if he'd said it a bit slower, she'd have understood better, but she wouldn't ever actually admit that.
[Translations:// 'Hey, calm down,' ]
╔════════════════════╗☆═━┈ Fourth Year┈━═☆Slytherin Table with Morven and Benjamin
Dressed in: Slytherin Uniform14 yrs ☪ 5' 3" ☪ 128lbs╚════════════════════╝
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Essy ze Ninja Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Feb 05, 2015 5:43 pm
☄ Looking: Like Trouble ☄ At: the Slytherin Table ☄ With: Morven Vass and Camila Rojas☄ Ooh! She does look mad!>
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Benjamin was still smirking as Morven said that he must be right if his mother gave her permission to murder him. And he had fallen silent for the time being, raising a brow, waiting as Morven went on to finally add that she had a feeling she didn't want to know what he was saying. He shrugged innocently at Morven and then glanced to Camila, finally, when she spoke up his attention had mostly been focused on joking and Morven's reaction. Benjamin rolled his eyes as Camila told him to calm down and he waved a hand unconcerned, which he dropped as Camila went on to ask him about saying whatever he wanted and then translated 'Gatita' and told him he was not allowed to call Morven 'his kitten'. Benjamin's face fell briefly before he started laughing, managing between laughs, "I'm a great many things, but I'm not stupid. Dios salve el alma of anyone that stupid to call Mori his or her anything. She is more like a jagua tirika..." he paused realizing he had used the Guarani term for the animal instead of its Spanish or English term as he generally had learned wildlife by their scientific name or Guarani name. Guarani was slightly more common in Paraguay anyways, even if he wasn't exactly fluent, "...um un ocelote? Ah, yes, an ocelot. I mean have you ever seen one in the wild? Like not at the zoo or something. Their adorable and cute but ferocious little buggers. Hell, I heard about one who killed this ten foot python..."He shrugged, "Anyways, you'd be stupid to try to seriously tame one of those or think it could be your little kitten." He shrugged innocently, " Besides, wildlife aside, I've never been much of a cat person anyways. House cats are obnoxious and annoying. Regardless, I suppose I'll have to go back to 'Mori' then... shame... I thought Gatita was fitting considering..."Sighing, and giving Camila and Morven a half smile he looked away, tapping his fingers on the table, apparently growing bored of the conversation. Camila kept calming Morven down which ruined half his fun. Well, there was always another day he could bother tormenting the redhead upperclassman. For now, he supposed he could settle for plotting, after all he still needed to figure out someone to take notes for him for some of his electives since Timothy decided to bail on him. And it still was not cool if you asked Benjamin. ☄ Translations: (1)God save the soul/(2)Ocelot
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