Mornings...

[ROSE MOLLY MALFOY]

She woke up that morning with most of the girls already busing about some break up or a new couple. Gossip was something Rose never paid attention to. She hated mornings, waking up was something she didn't like to do. Especially when you wake up with a dorm full of them gossiping people. Of course she had her friends with them but still that didn't mean she was best buds with everybody who was in here. That and her best friend was her cousin.

She did her morning routine and when she was finally awake she and her friends made their way to the great hall for breakfast. When they arrived they weren't the first. In fact their table was almost full and some students were studying some more on the last minute and others were talking about a bit of everything. The ravenclaw chaser always made her homework on time. She studied good and according to her father it was a good thing that 'she had her mothers brain'.

The sixteen year old ate and talked with her friends, though most of them wanted to gossip some more they had successfully turned the subject to the up coming potions test. She never had a huge problem with potions. She never actually had a problem with any subject. She wanted to become a healer, something she had only decided last year. And she needed pretty good NEWT's to get there. Her parents told her she could do it and so did her teachers. She looked at Jessica Andersen, who was a muggle born not that she minded, and she began talking about one or another singer guy that apparently was popular to her.

She didn't actually pay attention to it. Not that she was nervous for the test that they had pretty soon but her mind was just everywhere and nowhere. She and her friends left for their classes. Because they were in their 'advanced' classes they no longer had everything the same. In fact only she and Jessica had transfiguration as an advanced class. Both of them made their way to the class room, it wasn't open yet so they just waited outside the class room for other students and the teacher.

They were early, as always and it wasn't like they could go panicking about some test and study some more. No both of them were a bit bored and made some small talk. Maybe someone would save them from their boredom soon. Maybe it was one of her friends from another house, she had friends in all the houses. Or maybe just maybe it was the boy that had recently caught her eye. Of course she wouldn't tell him that.

Tags: OPEN
Year: Rose's sixth
Notes: mmm this can be interesting

[superstition]

Same age, same family, same face of failure. With a routine that would surprise most, Albus Severus spent half the time his roommates spent getting ready getting out of bed. He honestly wasn't very much of a morning person, and it showed by his continuous slowed movements and the fact that he wasn't even making a mad rush for the bathroom, like the rest of them were. "No, me first!" "Hell no, me first!" Said conversation was continuously replayed around the room, and for moments Albus wondered whether they were secretly girls in disguise, given the amount of arguing there was over the time spent on getting ready. Instead, he muttered a quiet charm that sufficed enough to spruce his appearance up, ran a hand through his hair and affixed a tie onto his shirt. Having made Prefect the year before - which was a surprise, considering he had always thought that the honour would fall to Scorpius. But then again, Scorpius wasn't exactly the most idealistic student, and Albus had been granted this privilege most wanted.

Tugging at his tie once more as he headed out of bed and in the general direction of the Great Hall. Breakfast, he figured, was certainly more important than looking good. He wasn't all that interested in the ladies - they probably didn't like him anyway - and he certainly couldn't attend classes on an empty stomach. Steeling his resolve as he walked up the steps as he made his way from the Dungeons to the Great Hall, he was reminded once again why he was thankful for being in the Dungeons. While the steps were murderous to conquer in the morning, they made an excellent assistant when any young Slytherin was in the need to escape back to their Common Room fast, as Albus himself had witnessed a few incidents before.

Stifling a yawn as he turned, took a left on one of the corridors and headed for the side entrance that most Slytherins made use of when it came to entering the Great Hall, he was pleased to see some of his housemates already up and ready, and sat into his customary seat that most people didn't take, if only because they knew Albus sat there out of habit. Morning breakfast of bacon, eggs and fruit, plus the unforgettable orange juice soon filled the boy's stomach, and when he was full, he rummaged through his book bag, glancing at his schedule today. Transfiguration as their first class, and it was with the Ravenclaws. Immediately, a smile appeared on Al's face as he glanced around the dining area, hoping to catch Rose before she left. As his cousin and of the same age as him, it was obvious that Albus, honest to Salazar, loved her a lot. And the idea that they had a same class was more than appealing to the Potter.

Sad to say, however, she wasn't there. Figuring that she had probably made off for class already, Albus hurriedly grabbed his bag and headed in the direction of the Transfiguration classroom, skidding through hallways with a practiced style, as though he was used to it. Greeting every one he knew (including the Professors) as he scurried along the corridor, he was lucky enough to make it into the classroom a moment after Rose. Beaming as he hugged her from behind - a surprise attack! - he gave a laugh, before greeting, "Rosie!"

[/color] A nickname most didn't use save Albus, for it was something he had grown up calling her as. And habits, after all, were hard to break.

TAG! Rose Molly Weasley (since you're not a Malfoy yet 8)) & anyone!
STATUS! Done[/blockquote][/blockquote][/font][/size][/justify]

[MEISSA AURELIA RIDDLE]

YOU BETTER GO AND GET YOUR ARMOR

Her laugh rang clearly and demanding throughout the corridor full of genuine amusement at the little attempt of the Weasley girl to 1. try and insult her when she was clearly a superior being in every single way and 2. that she actually attempted to fight back and mock her. With no reply for the moment other than the highly mocking laughter that ripped from between her perfectly rouged lips she didn't bother with any fake sympathy or fake emotions as was the red heads only defense she instead tilted her head to one side, ceased her mirth and began with a drawl, both eyes and words laced with barely kept amusement You really are amusing when you manage to convince yourself you're somebody.

Continuing with a contemptible smirk on her face she raised one eye brow delicately, the dark elegant arch hitching up a few millimeters towards her tumbling golden curls. What a wonderful argument I must say, I was half expecting an equally eloquent 'I know you are but what am I,' but your ingenious twist on the saying leaves me in complete awe

[/color]she was half waiting for the boy at their side to snap into action, to 'teach' Meissa a lesson as he was always going on about, but the goblin red head was entertainment enough for now, and would help her pass the time before the lesson started perfectly.

And as for the matching, I'm afraid not, you eyes are more the colour of putrid flesh in my opinion with a perfect smile fixed on her features she was as sincere as the day she was born. It really was quite funny to watch the girl attempt to stand up for herself, and obviously her fellow Slytherins agreed as they were stifling giggles behind her.

To Meissa arrogance was not a gift, it was a privilege, a privilege like all others that was reserved for the worthy, for girls and boys, men and women like herself, who's appearance, heritage and intelligence far surpassed all over measly little insects around them, such as a Weasley. With a shake of her head she gave another small chuckle, a condescending action that infuriated even the most controlled, regarding Rose as if she was a small child that did not deserve her time, which was exactly how she saw her. With that raggedy long hair that was ages past needing a style and her pathetically out of date clothes that had no doubt been passed down through about 5 generations she was simply not on the same level of hers. Hence her ability to rise above the little 'cave woman' remark, My Cave? Well honey, how is the Burrow lately?[/color] condescension to the extreme, that place the Weasleys called home was little more than a few sheets of corrugated iron glued together to form a hideous blight on the landscape. Because last I checked your hovel was half the size of my Cave's green house[/b] though Rose had no doubt not intended to actually refer to Meissa's Estate, the Slytherin girl did always love to bring up the magnificent place she called home.

Relaxing idly in the corridor she flicked her hair, content to wait with a wide smile on her lips, the smile of a hunting cat who had cornered her helpless prey. Rose wouldn't draw her wand, Meissa knew this, after all, the Slytherin was a prefect and she would not hesitate to report her, and even if she didn't the duel would be uninteresting. Though the Weasley girl no doubt felt confident of her power and ability when it came to her wand, it was foolish and just plain thick if she entertained the thought that she could beat Miss Riddle, Meissa had been taught to spells that Rose could only read about in books since she had been able to hold a wand, her knowledge far out did the orange haired troll, that was plain, not only did she excel far beyond her reach in classes she was and always would be, the daughter of Lord Voldemort. Dur, she could annihilate everyone in the hallway.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/center]

[ROSE MOLLY MALFOY]

Rose hadn't been alone in her thoughts for long. Of course she was chatting with her friend but even that didn't warn her for what was coming. She felt someone hug her from behind and yes she was rather surprise. Jessica hadn't even warned her. Rosie came a familiar voice. Ooh yes she had known him since she had been born. "Al" She was happy to see him. Transfiguration was a class they had with the slytherins. And most of them just ignored her so she didn't have a problem with them. And her cousin was one of her best friends.

He was one of the few that called her that. Some of her elder relatives called her Rosie to annoy her but with him it was just natural. They had grown up after all. The next voice she heard was one she'd rather just shut up. Maybe she should, she knew a spell for it and she was a witch. Rose and Meissa never got along and as she recalled it neither of them had even tried to get along. She really didn't mind not being friends with her. Little annoying slytherin pure blood that she was. Maybe it was wrong of her to think that way, it wasn't her house nor her blood status that made her who she was. It was the lack of brain.

She rolled her eyes before looking at her. Rose wasn't one for fighting or arguing but she wouldn't just let this insolent little wench let her insult her nor her family. She wouldn't give her the satisfaction of Rose getting detention or even slipping out of her mode. She wouldn't be standing her yelling at her like someone who had nothing better to do and she wouldn't duel with her either. Meissa would loose, she thought but nothing was certain, but it would give her then to say look i got a reaction. She'd be in fault then.

"Vile?" she asked her as if she was talking to a friend or a family member. She refused to let this little stupid girl get under her skin. Rose was better then her and she'd prove that. "Are you talking about yourself Meissa?" She didn't want Al to get in trouble with his friends, if he called them that. And she didn't need him to fight for her either. Her next remark was on her house colors. Well then so what she loved her red hair and she loved the fact that she was of ravenclaw. She personally liked blue. "Matches my eyes doesn't it." Again in that same tone as if she'd be talking to a friend. It was all fake of course.

Her remarks didn't go further then her family name, blood type or the way she looked. She wasn't exactly original. "Well meissa we both know I'd stand with the sack and you." she stopped to put in a fake sympathetic sigh. She continued on a sympathetic tone as well. "You simply will never look decent. Maybe it is just best you crawl back into the cave you call your home." Yes she had just called Meissa a cave woman, oddly satisfying really.

Tags: OPEN/Meissa/Albus
Notes: I don't think rose likes meissa

[MEISSA AURELIA RIDDLE]

SORRY CHELS I COULDN'T RESIST, I WILL NOW OBEY MY POST ORDER RULES BAHAHA <3




YOU BETTER GO AND GET YOUR ARMOR

Her laugh rang clearly and demanding throughout the corridor full of genuine amusement at the little attempt of the Weasley girl to 1. try and insult her when she was clearly a superior being in every single way and 2. that she actually attempted to fight back and mock her. With no reply for the moment other than the highly mocking laughter that ripped from between her perfectly rouged lips she didn't bother with any fake sympathy or fake emotions as was the red heads only defense she instead tilted her head to one side, ceased her mirth and began with a drawl, both eyes and words laced with barely kept amusement You really are amusing when you manage to convince yourself you're somebody.

Continuing with a contemptible smirk on her face she raised one eye brow delicately, the dark elegant arch hitching up a few millimeters towards her tumbling chocolate curls. What a wonderful argument I must say, I was half expecting an equally eloquent 'I know you are but what am I,' but your ingenious twist on the saying leaves me in complete awe

[/b] she was half waiting for the boy at their side to snap into action, to 'teach' Meissa a lesson as he was always going on about, but the goblin red head was entertainment enough for now, and would help her pass the time before the lesson started perfectly.

And as for the matching, I'm afraid not, you eyes are more the colour of putrid flesh in my opinion with a perfect smile fixed on her features she was as sincere as the day she was born. It really was quite funny to watch the girl attempt to stand up for herself, and obviously her fellow Slytherins agreed as they were stifling giggles behind her.

To Meissa arrogance was not a gift, it was a privilege, a privilege like all others that was reserved for the worthy, for girls and boys, men and women like herself, who's appearance, heritage and intelligence far surpassed all over measly little insects around them, such as a Weasley. With a shake of her head she gave another small chuckle, a condescending action that infuriated even the most controlled, regarding Rose as if she was a small child that did not deserve her time, which was exactly how she saw her. With that raggedy long hair that was ages past needing a style and her pathetically out of date clothes that had no doubt been passed down through about 5 generations she was simply not on the same level of hers. Hence her ability to rise above the little 'cave woman' remark, My Cave? Well honey, how is the Burrow lately? condescension to the extreme, that place the Weasleys called home was little more than a few sheets of corrugated iron glued together to form a hideous blight on the landscape. Because last I checked your hovel was half the size of my Cave's green house though Rose had no doubt not intended to actually refer to Meissa's Estate, the Slytherin girl did always love to bring up the magnificent place she called home.

Relaxing idly in the corridor she flicked her hair, content to wait with a wide smile on her lips, the smile of a hunting cat who had cornered her helpless prey. Rose wouldn't draw her wand, Meissa knew this, after all, the Slytherin was a prefect and she would not hesitate to report her, and even if she didn't the duel would be uninteresting. Though the Weasley girl no doubt felt confident of her power and ability when it came to her wand, it was foolish and just plain thick if she entertained the thought that she could beat Miss Riddle, Meissa had been taught to spells that Rose could only read about in books since she had been able to hold a wand, her knowledge far out did the orange haired troll, that was plain, not only did she excel far beyond her reach in classes she was and always would be, the daughter of Lord Voldemort. Dur, she could annihilate everyone in the hallway. [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/center]

[superstition]

SAMMY I'M GOING TO KILL YOU - I kid, I kid. ♥

He was just about greet her. Even had a happy idea on the tip of his tongue, but that was all rudely dismissed when Meissa made her opening statement, easily attracting just about every member of their house's attention. Staring at Meissa curtly when she seemed to take fun in insulting his cousin, Albus' protective nature rose, although at sixteen he really wasn't a very brave soul. That was why he was in Slytherin, and not bloody Gryffindor, for heaven's sake. Staring at Meissa at her words, he couldn't say he wasn't used to them. Even in the privacy of their common room, she never once desisted about commenting about his dreadful family, as she put it. Blood traitors, the lot of them, and the only reason why she was even speaking to him was because he was in the same house as her. Any less and he would have been given the boot. And while Albus was always quick to point out that she was in close contact with Louis Weasley too, Meissa seemed to insist that because he was a Pureblood, he would be the only exception. He didn't mind it in the common room, but to bring that argument out in the public place like a classroom simply didn't sit well with Albus.

"Meissa,"

[/color] he started, only to be interrupted by Rose's reply. In silence, he listened as Rose gave her own string of curt remarks, and suddenly Albus felt terribly out of place. It was never nice to know that two of the people you knew were arguing, and you might have just been the main cause of it. Perhaps he shouldn't have gone and greeted his cousin, no matter how much he loved her. It was a very wrong move, considering that it seemed to have sparked all of this. Shooting a glance to the Slytherins behind Meissa as they stifled giggles, Albus tilted his head, straightening up as he tugged at his tie and all but demanded their silence with the single glare in their direction. There was still some benefits in being a Potter, and given that Albus was a very amiable soul in the Slytherin house, he had his own fair share of friends. And fans, regrettably.

But the blind idolism came in handy now, for he was able to silence them effectively. Scratching the cut on his cheek - an incident from a Quidditch match since he was young - he rolled his eyes when they started arguing about how big their houses were. Honestly, comparing property? They weren't property investors, last he checked, and as he made a slicing motion between the two, he said evenly, "Godric's Hollow and Grimmauld Place is much larger than both your houses, and you know that. So that's one point down."[/color] Turning to Rose after he said that, he shot her a stern look. "Rosie, you know better than to fuel any arguments, remember?"[/color] Oh, but his words weren't only for Rose, for immediately after that he turned to Meissa.

"And Meissa, has the ideals of playing nice ever occurred to you? Ever?"[/color] In a similar drawl he addressed the elder Riddle twin, eyes narrowing slightly in her direction. "It's the first class of the day, honestly. Can't we not argue?"[/color] Well, he knew the answer to that, but there was no harm in trying to put reason into their heads, right? Well, the answer was bound to come soon enough. Clearing his throat, he continued to speak to Meissa, although this time in a lower, and perhaps slightly threatening tone, "And Rose is my cousin. Stop picking on her."[/color] Because being picked on was never nice business, and even if Rose could stand up for herself, he just didn't like the idea of someone bullying the oldest child of Ronald and Hermione Weasley.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/font][/size][/justify]

[kara]

scorpius had woken up long before any of his dormitory mates. he had showered, groomed, and dressed himself all before the sun had even finished its morning rise. while his dormitory mates began to stir and climb from their beds, scorpius returned himself to his, drawing his curtains closed. he tucked his hands under his head as he listened to the usual morning fight over who would get the loo first. he listened to the scuttle of a pair who were using their fists more than their words in their fight and to the sounds of albus potter climbing from his bed. scorpius closed his eyes and waited.

he had never had a large appetite for food, so he rarely attended the first meal of the day. instead, he would lay in his dormitory until the only sound in the room was his own heavy breathing. he had it all timed perfectly. he would climb out of bed a good fifteen minutes or so until class, which would give him enough time to reach the transfiguration class room and give him plenty of time to chat up anyone he felt the particular need to. usually, he spent his mornings chatting up meissa riddle, who he had taken a particular fancy to this year. he never believed in the title of boyfriend nor girlfriend, so they weren't. he did feel a sort of ownership upon her, though. he even allowed her to have that same feeling toward him.

he yawned and pressed out the wrinkles of his clothes as he climbed from his bed. he pulled his school robe on and tossed his heavy school bag over his shoulder and made his way to his first class. if he had realized the show that was taking place, he surely would have made his way to the class room sooner. he elbowed his way through the crowd of slytherin students already witnessing the scene, and shook his head in amusement and chuckled as he noticed meissa playing ring leader to this particular show. of course she's considered playing nice, he answered albus potter's question, and reached forward to stroke meissa's cheek with the knuckle of his index finger. just not with you, or your lovely cousin here, he offered rose weasley a wink, feeling meissa dig her heel into his foot. he winced and removed his foot from under hers. i love it when you play rough, he nearly hissed, before turning his attention back to the two cousins in front of him. so, what have i missed? he grinned.

[ROSE MOLLY MALFOY]

Sometimes Rose wondered when someone would think of shutting Meissa up. Everything that came out of her mouth was just junk. She really wasn't interested in her and she didn't understand her interest of fighting. Really was it that hard for her to stick with her low life no good brainless friends and leave everyone with morals, brains and some sense of respect alone. The only person she loved and respected was herself. Hell she'd probably even kill her own family if it would make her happy. The one thing Rose never got is why she always fell for it. Why she again and again continued to fight with her while it didn't matter.

Her little gang of slytherins behind her were giggling as if they didn't have their own opinion. People weren't born with a wanting to be cruel and vile it is how they were raised. And it clearly was that everyone behind Meissa was raised to be stupid. No wait maybe they were the exception and they were born stupid. Rose didn't get a chance to remark on her back again as Albus decided that he'd get into this as well. She didn't want to bring him in trouble with his friends. He was right, even though she didn't like to admit it to him, he was right. "Yea" She muttered low enough for Al to hear and probably her friend as well. She should be smarter and just ignore her.

Al might just be a little naïve if he thought that she and Meissa ever would be playing nice. First class or not they would fight and argue and honestly Rose was surprised that it hadn't gotten worse. Well worse as one of them getting into the hospital for something serious. She had noticed that Scorpius malfoy had joined their conversation. Fantastic just what she needed. Rose would never admit it, seeing as she'd probably would be considered crazy. But she had a crush on him. Silly really, as if she'd be with him, he was a Malfoy for crying out loud.

She rolled her eyes when he called her lovely and winked at her. Hadn't he have anything better to do. "Keep it to yourself." she said. Everyone knew his reputation and really what did those words mean coming from him? She was a little bit embarrassed when Al stood up for her. Stop picking on her. he said. She could handle herself, he knew that. Of course he did but still she understood why he did it. He only tried to help. As he always did. She just rolled her eyes at the happy couple, Meissa and Scorpius, and kept it to herself. Hoping that the teacher would be here soon. Her morning had been ruined by that little slytherin wench anyway.

Tags: OPEN/Meissa/Albus/Scorpius
Notes: not much i know but my muse is giving me problems

[MEISSA AURELIA RIDDLE]

OI STOP DOWN SIZING MY MANOR <3


YOU BETTER GO AND GET YOUR ARMOR

When her name was spoke by the boy she fixed a pleasant, enquiring look on her face, looking for the world like she couldn't see why he would state her name in such a tone, but quickly returned it to the Weasle, awaiting what other pathetic replies she had in store for her. They would be weak and pointless, but amusing none the less.

The scoff was evident. Meissa herself, unfortunately and through little means of her own, had visited both her fellow students homes, and to say Godric's Hollow was larger than her own was just silly, of course the house had it's delights, it was a quaint, attractive home, but the estate that had been built hundreds of years before with a fortune that many would faint at today swamped it easily. With ten bedrooms and a ballroom to boot it was the necessary size for a family such as there's. No the Riddle-Lestrange family lived in luxury, something every one of them was extremely proud of. If you wish to remain deluded Potter, so be it, but do not throw me in the same category as that when she finished she tossed her head sharply in the direction of said red haired troll.

As he continued though, addressing her after his cousin, her expression changed completely, melting into something that was not alien to those she did not like.

With a highly genuine and strangely polite way she piqued up with a quick and surprisingly pleasant No honestly, being nice... occur to her? Never. Tilting her head to the side with a wide and most picture perfect stretching her lips she fixed her eyes on Albus, suddenly enjoying this moment immensely, especially as he spoke again. A giggle poured from her lips, one that she stifled in a very girlish way with the back of her hand. Oh Albus, why didn't you say so?! though she played the act well, an exclamation that reminded her slightly of Marilyn Monroe that muggle icon, any sincerity in her routine had long but faded and in an instant the icy shield that separated her from the world so often slid back into place and she was once again regarding him with a cool demeanor that many viewed as impenetrable.

At that moment though she had answered, Scorpius decided to show up behind her, not that she was going to complain. Tilting her head slightly she caught sight of him, a small smile already on her lips, genuine positive emotion for once. Listening to him join her in her little barrage she she snaked one arm around his back, gripping him loosely to her side. It hadn't been annoyance that caused her to dig her heel in, more that he was stealing her show, and he knew how much she did love to be center of attention plus, that disgusting wink he had thrown at the rat was an insult to the population at large, let alone Meissa who firmly staked claim over the boy. As he hissed however she gave him a flawless grin, locking eyes with him for a moment secretly extremely glad to have him at her side, after all, whether it had been returned or not, Meissa had spent half of her adolescent developing fiercer and fiercer feelings for him. Answering in a slow drawl she gave her own wink Do save it for the bedroom Scorpius darling.

As for tweedle dum and tweedle dee...

The term 'picking on her' brought a giggle to her lips, aw poor Rosie really couldn't handle herself then? She had to get the big bad Potter boy to fight her battles? Oh well, what should Meissa really have expected of a freckle faced blood traitor anyway. Deciding Albus was much more interesting she fixed her attention back on him. Smoothly, her expression and words changed, and a few words left her lips, her tone echoing the silent threat in his own without even so much as an ounce of effort And I ask you not to disgrace our hospitality Potter his name was spat, as she imagined his Father's had been years before from every Pureblood Slytherins lips.

[superstition]

STOP BULLYING PEOPLE ): Since that's not going to happen... ♥

"Honestly, Scorp, you choose the most excellent time to enter,"

[/color] he said in greeting to the fellow Slytherin in his year that had just entered the class. Watching with an entirely neutral expression as the fellow male took his place beside Meissa, once again Albus felt completely awkward, since he was stuck in the middle. Jeez, talk about being friends Scorpius, you sure knew how to abandon a boy when he was in need of help. The sixteen year old tugged at his tie once again, watching as the banter between the two representatives from the Ravenclaw and Slytherin house continued, along with Meissa throwing yet another insult towards his cousin. "Meissa,"[/color] he started again, but sighed when she chose to give her attention to Rose again. Jeez, ladies and their sensitivities.

Running a hand through his brownish black hair, his green orbs swiveled between Rose and Meissa, and when there was finally silence, he would have said something, had Scorpius not untimely said words that would very much have been reserved for the bedroom. Shooting the Malfoy a curious look, Albus found himself at a loss of words temporarily, and so when Meissa decided that he would be the next target of her bullying, his eyes widened momentarily. When he collected himself though, his lips were placed in a severe frown as he straightened up, looking every bit impressive given his naturally tall height. "Pot calling the kettle black, Meissa. Where's that Slytherin charm that you're supposed to be displaying? Choosing to outright insult a person - and I thought that you had at least some intelligence in you. If you want to do it, at least aim for the subtle, or have you lost that talent too?"[/color] His mother had once said that Albus would live up to his namesake, and it was probably now that he lived up to his second name. Having never met the man but only hearing about him, Albus had done a reasonably impressive impersonation of the former Headmaster.

Green eyes flashing dangerously, his hands were calmly placed behind his back as he gave that damnable smile that showed that he wasn't the least bit fazed by anything. Not something someone would want to see when they were trying to get a rise out of the other, but the sixteen year old sure knew what to do in order to make another tick. Relaxed, calm and completely undisturbed, other than the promise of severe words should Meissa push this - which he didn't doubt that she would - he calmly waited for the other's answer. Damnable smile, damnable behavior - if anyone wanted to wonder why Albus had never once cracked under the pressure put on by the other Slytherin's when he had first come, one simply had to remember that he was a Potter with some powerful namesakes. And it seemed that in terms of infuriating people, he happened to have a damnable twinkle in his eye, just like Albus Dumbledore.[/blockquote][/font][/size][/blockquote][/justify]

[kara]

scorpius tore his eyes away from the lanky red head and placed them on the girl his arm was snaking around. save it for the bedroom, eh? yes, ma'am. he smirked. scorpius kept eye contact with meissa for a moment, before turning his attention to the other male in their small dramatic square. hello albus, he greeted his dormitory mate. honestly, women hold grudges for too long and fight too often. he winked at albus, and returned his attention to meissa. can you save this feisty behavior for tonight and behave? he asked, knowing there was only a fifty to fifty chance that she would give up this fight.

[ the worlds worst post right there, fellas. sorry. ]

[ROSE MOLLY MALFOY]

Keep calm girl Rose told herself over and over and over again. Really she could say it to herself all she wanted. All she wanted to do is be exactly like her mother had been when they were talking crap to him. Then i hit him she had told Rosie of her time at hogwarts. And how she had hit the father of a certain fellow student of hers. She had found it amazing that her mother had done that. Not picking anything they said to her or about her. Just staying calm and when the time was right she had given the guy a right hook. She wasn't the only one who thought that was amazing.

When meissa didn't want to be placed into the same category as she was she could understand. After all she did stand way way above the little brainless girl she had nearly said that to her. That she could never reach her level, but she just let out a little laugh. She hoped that it would remain unheard. She did not want to start fighting again. Though she did not like saying nothing it probably was for the best. And she had smarts something the other female could learn about, her posse included. Bunch of stupid little silly girls with no real deep going thoughts, opinions or anything really. The only thing they all cared about was the type of blood. She detested people like that.

When she and her current boyfriend started a conversation on whatever would go on in their bedroom tonight rose felt sorry for her cousin. She was so glad that she did not have to put up with it. Of course some nights not all of the beds in her dorm were full but still, hearing them discussing it so openly, it was a little bit discussing. Yea she really did feel sorry for the people that would have to put up with them.

She tried, she really did try but it was quite hard not to start laughing when her cousin returned the favor of insults. Though his method might just be a little more effective then hers. For more then one reason. Probably starting with the fact that they were in the same house, she had given up all thoughts about the other female having an ounce of intelligence or subtlety in her. She'd rather stake pins in her eye balls then acknowledge that she had one of those two things. Good for her, she hadn't.

She tried to shut she second male out just like she did with the other female and her little posse. She didn't want to hear neither of them. Meissa was just, and there were no other words for it, horrible. And malfoy, well even with her father telling her not to become friendly with him, and she hadn't. She found herself having a crush on him. It would pass, the fact that he was discussing his bedroom affairs with the person she hated the most in this whole castle both discussed her and angered her. She didn't know why she was feeling the latest though. She just shut it out and ignored them all together. It would work right?

Tags: OPEN/Meissa/Albus/Scorpius
Notes: Nothing to do with the topic but I'm really really thinking about making Luna

[MEISSA AURELIA RIDDLE]

YOU BETTER GO AND GET YOUR ARMOR

With a wave of her hand she waved the ugly troll -sorry- the Weasley girl into insignificance. Yet unfortunately she was forced to turn her head and regard Albus, though there was an annoyance at his words that she could not hide, for years it had niggled at her that he had the gaul to stand before her, head held high and fire remarks back at her like she was some little play thing that simply amused him no end. It hadn't been on in their first year, and it wasn't on now, no matter how much leeway she did allow him from time to time. Hardening her expression she drew her legs in, straightening her figure from its slouch and meeting his eyes on full.

Now Meissa did not appreciate being called unintelligent, and she especially did not take it well from those who knew such an accusation was false. The smile that had remained now twisted into a half scowl, laced with anger at his behavior. He was a Slytherin, and sometimes he needed to remember what being one meant. It did not mean turning on each other and running to the aide of inferior Ravenclaws and it did not include breaking rank. Raising one hand in a slightly harsher way to silence the boy at her back, she narrowed those glittering green eyes of hers. My Slytherin charm is reserved for those who are worthy Potter, something that you would no doubt know if you were true to your house the scathing words dripped from her lips in a way that it was obvious she had finally come to the end of her playfulness. And subtlety is for those with enough intelligence to grasp such an art, in some situations the only way to get your point across is to spell it out, how have you not noticed? Your cousins seems strangely deluded that she is above me in many ways, I find it my job to set her straight no doubt he would fire back, but she had allowed his satisfaction at seeing her unhinged and she would not allow it once more.

Stepping back slightly she draped herself over the arm of Scorpius, tilting her delicate features up to him in an expectant gesture. With his arms around him she suddenly felt much more enthused and he topped up her stores of 'feistiness' as he liked to refer to it as. I suppose I could try she drawled, allowing the boy to reign her in slightly like no other could, not even a family member, and especially not Albus Potter. At least the flobberworm that called herself Rose had decided to remain silent. An amused smirk curled her lips at the name, Roses had never been her choice of flower, she found them common and over rated herself. Go figure.