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Post by divaolo on Jul 9, 2009 22:45:03 GMT 1
Divaolo polished his prefect badge on his left chest then looking down at the boy, much smaller than Divaolo who stood tall with nice muscular arms, "What did I say?" in cold tone, staring ahead with his chocolate brown eyes at the little lad. The boy looked around, stammered, "Erm, you said the curfew is...," the boy gulped his own mistake, wished he could get away from Slytherin prefect. Of course, there was nothing greater than duck some point from another house. The yellow collar barely shone throughout in the dark end of the hall, and it stated the boy was in Hufflepuff. Divaolo sighed impatiently, "Dude, I said the curfew is at 9:30 PM for a small boy like you," he grinned evilly at the boy, "Five points from Hufflepuff for not in bed by 9:30!" he tipped his head higher, proudly at himself.
"But," the boy gasped, "The real curfew is ten o'clock! his hands threw up in the air, frustrated at the prefect for targetted him out of fifty students in the hall who scrambled around to run away from Divaolo. "Oh, sweety, that's another five points away for talk back!" He raised his left arm and pointed his finger to the corridor, where the Hufflepuff common room was. "Get out of here before I give you detention!" The boy scrambled away, angry at himself and cussing quietly. Divaolo chuckled darkly to himself, enjoyed by being a prefect. From there and here, he gave little boys hard time for hell with it.
Now, Divaolo was bored, all alone at the end of the hall and he ran his fingers through his soft hair, thinking what next to do. Perhaps wander to the seventh floor, pick on Gryffindor kids or something. He spotted a cat walking by, acted like he didn't notice Divaolo standing there whole of the time but Divaolo didn't like cats that much so, he just walked away, tried to resist tempt to tease the cat. |
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Post by MELANIE ELIZABETH VANCE on Jul 10, 2009 19:43:25 GMT 1
Elizabeth heard the raucous laughter of a Slytherin in the distance, something that was never a good sign. She swept down the corridor, her long Ravenclaw robes brushing the floor as she pumped her legs to arrive at her destination faster. She was there to hear the tail end of the point docking, and her eyes narrowed at the Slytherin Prefect. She did not understand why there were even prefects from that house. They were indolent, insolent, and all together worthless. The Ravenclaw's large brown eyes narrowed to slits, as she stared down the Slytherin boy, who looked her age, but was shorter than she was. Lord, that was embarrassing. Her plump lips also narrowed to a thin line that clearly expressed her disapproval of his renegade point-docking. Her long slippered foot tapped, and the only touch needed to make her the disapproving mother was the waving finger, and sagging wrinkles. But what could she do? She wasn't a prefect, that honor belonged to someone else. But, she did fancy herself a favorite of the headmaster... "How dare you, how DARE you?" Her voice quivered with her righteous anger and indignation. As if she expected anything more from a Slytherin. She let her eyes flounce that in his face. Nobody expected anything from a Slytherin. Nothing but laziness and abuse. Elizabeth's contempt hung heavy in the air. She was a high Ravenclaw, she would go places, she would annihilate people like this Slytherin. This Slytherin who was a lowly creature who could expect almost nothing from life. Suddenly, Elizabeth realized how ridiculous she must have looked. Reprimanded this boy for teasing some poor Hufflepuff. Even if she towered over him by a couple inches, she must have looked like a pompous idiot. A soft blush crept into her pale cheeks, and she waited for the Slytherin's cruel words to bite into her, and tear her to pieces. She let her words drop into the hall, and the echo only reminded her how stupid she was sounding. Perhaps she deserved it, meddling in affairs that were not her own. But humility was not the way of a Rowan Supporter, the girl, who was having mental warfare inside herself, thought. She would become a killer, a murderer of purebloods like this Slytherin. If she couldn't stand up to them now, how could she get rid of them as an adult?
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Post by divaolo on Jul 23, 2009 20:04:43 GMT 1
Divaolo was just sweeping around, heading back to his common room but the girl had stopped him from going his own way and screamed at him, he was pretty surprised to find a beautiful girl would stand up to a handsome boy like himself. "Whoa, darling," he threw his hands up in the air and claimed, "It was only harmless silly joke. No harms done," he stepped back, wondering what else would the girl do? Curse him? Divaolo didn't recognize her around, though.
"At least I don't pull his underwear up and telling him his daddy is worthless pile of crap," Divaolo shrugged as if the crime he had done earlier was nothing. He lowered his hands and didn't bother to draw a wand at the girl, after all it wasn't polite to do it at the ladies. He was raised to be a gentleman and he remained to be that way regardless if he had to live Slytherin reputation up. "Sorry," he said it softly, "Got a little bored. Um, sometime power can cause me gone mental, y'know?" Divaolo shrugged, dropped the innocent act and figured it may won't work on Ravenclaw after all they were supposed really smart students.
Divaolo crossed his arms, continuing look at the girl and resist to not snarl her to scare her out of hell for heck with it, but he was done being rude. . . for now. Divaolo ran his fingers through his hair as he was thinking of good come back to Ravenclaw girl for the reason why did he bullied on a poor boy, just something simple and easy but unfortunately his mind was blank. |
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