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Post by Shenea Itotia on Jul 22, 2009 15:03:28 GMT -5
Shenea was a mess. Both in a physical and mental sort of way. She had spent her usual amount of time that morning preparing herself for the day. Long brush strokes through her hair, just the right amount of make-up, and clothing that fit well against her frame, but wasn't admittably as snug as anything she'd normally wear. There was no point, and she'd slowly started to realize this more and more as the day progressed.
What was the point? The attitude, the clothing, the make-up, everything. It wasn't getting her anywhere in life. Hell, it couldn't even help her hold onto a boyfriend. Her, Shenea Itotia, couldn't hold on to a man (boy...whatever) to save her life. There had to have been something seriously wrong with her. If she, one of the prettiest girls she knew, couldn't hold onto a man, well...there just had to be something seriously wrong with her.
Slowly the brunette's eyebrows pulled together. Prettiest girl? Who thought like that about themselves, really? Conceited, pureblooded, spoiled little Slytherins. No wonder she'd been tossed into the snake pit her first year. She was no better then the dark wizards and witches running around, flinging spells at people. At least she wasn't taking lives...though she certainly wasn't helping make anyone's any easier. A low groaning sigh left Shenea's lips and she allowed her body to slump back against the wall of the Hog's Head pub she'd been standing next to.
He knees gave way after a moment and sent her sliding to the ground. For once, Shenea didn't care. Not about the rain soaking her thoroughly, or the mud she'd just sat herself in. It didn't matter. She'd spent all her years at Hogwarts trying to be better then everyone else just to end up in this very spot and predicament. Sebastian had been right to call her spoiled when he had. She was, and she knew it now. Granted, that didn't change anything, and it certainly didn't change her mind about him. He'd cheated on her, and that was unforgivable. Both of the brunette's hands lifted from the muddy ground to press against her face. Luckily, the muck on her hands didn't come off- not that she'd have really cared by this point.
Shenea was miserable. Anyone who knew her, or even didn't know her could see that. And all because of some guy and the way she knew he was before she laid her claim on him. People didn't change...Ever. Not for the better, at least, and this was a lesson she was learning with every passing day.
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Post by Craven Malvae on Jul 22, 2009 15:30:14 GMT -5
It would figure that the first Hogsmeade weekend they went to in a long time, it would be raining like hell. Good thing he was a genius of some nature and saw the looming clouds on the horizon that were threatening to empty their bellies on the poor defenseless ants below. Unlike many of the students who were now cuddled up inside the pubs and shops, he could roam the streets freely with his handy umbrella and thick cloak. No, he was in the shops earlier, but all his shopping was done for this month (he had an enchanted bag filled with as much butterbeer as he could purchase, along with some candies and a new pair of scissors to trim his beard. The other pair weren’t working so well) and he preferred to wander around in the open air for a while.
The castle could get awfully stuffy, and watching people other than students was refreshing: it was a window into the outside world, besides the Prophet, and told him how things were going.
He was wandering passed the Hog’s Head when the shadow of a figure appeared in his line of vision. It was a student, because he recognized her (even if just a little) and because of her age. Craven slowed to a stop, just staring at her for a few minutes. She was silent, and soaked, and probably cold like you wouldn’t believe… Call him a bleeding heart (or perhaps, an example of what should be a regular human’s condition), but he couldn’t stand there and let her catch cold in this weather. (Once you got a cold, it took a long while to get rid of it without some medicinal help, and the potions were positively disgusting).
Without word of greeting or concern, he approached and stood above her, shielding the girl from the rain with the umbrella. His hand came from his pocket, warmed from his body head, and extended to help the girl up. Craven’s expression was patiently assuring, but he still didn’t say a word. It was too quiet to break the sound, and it looked like she wouldn’t appreciate the noise.
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Post by Shenea Itotia on Jul 22, 2009 16:06:30 GMT -5
She hadn't seen anyone approach, hell she hadn't even heard anyone approach. Ten to one odds say that had she not felt the body heat from another human being, she wouldn't have even noticed that they were there. A questioning sound was made in the back of Shenea's throat as the rain stopped thudding against her skin. Her head lifted slowly and her eyes found another student. She only knew he was a student because of the classes they had together. Nothing more. Had she never seen him before, she'd have probably passed him off as some fresh to the world, adult wizard. But that wasn't the case.
Nene's eyes fell to the extended hand before they hardened a notch. "I don't need charity or anyone to pity me." she spat, turning her head away to look in the direction opposite of where he stood. While this was true enough, some part of her brain really hoped he'd continue standing there and shield her from the rain. Now that he was standing next to her, and she could feel his body heat, she was starting to get cold, and at least with the umbrella over head, the cold water would no longer touch her skin from above. It'd be better if she stood, too, but that for now was irrelevant.
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Post by Craven Malvae on Jul 22, 2009 18:19:56 GMT -5
Her immediate disregard was somewhat unnecessary, but he wouldn’t leave that spot until she stood with him. Bronze eyes crooked a little smile, recognizing the stubbornness for what it was; if that was going to be the case, he would show her exactly how stubborn he could be. “I’m not being charitable,” Craven explained in the quiet rumble of his natural voice. “Charity is the act of giving; I’m sharing. And, for the record, I’m concerned that you’re going to catch a cold out here.” Shoving his hand back in his pocket (it would get cold if he left it out too long, anyway. This way he could keep it warm until she was ready), Craven twisted his body slightly to recline against the wall of the pub.
“Want a butter beer?” The question was asked with casual flare, as though they’d been friends for years and it was absolutely normal to be sharing the delicious drink between them. Craven dug around through his bag, pulling out two of the pretty glass bottles that housed his favorite drink.
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Post by Shenea Itotia on Jul 23, 2009 1:02:51 GMT -5
That...was most definitely a Gryffindor-esque response. A noise was made in the back of Shenea's throat and she rolled her eyes due to his words. "Only a Gryffindor..." she murmured, very much aware of what house he was in. After all, seeing the same people for seven years seemed to make you observe things about them (whether you wanted to or not...) over time. And observe she had. Sure, she didn't know the guy, not on a first name basis at least, and she most definitely couldn't tell a person his class schedule or his favorite color for that matter. He was simply a Malvae (one of three, or so she'd heard from one of her friends who used to have quite the eye for the bloke) and that was that.
She sat quietly, staring at her hands- which were now braced against her knees) for several moments before sighing and tipping her head back to look up at him. "You're not going to leave me be until I get up and/or accept your generous nature, am I?" Sharing didn't seem so bad...especially if it meant free butterbeer...
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Post by Craven Malvae on Jul 23, 2009 1:14:28 GMT -5
Ahah, she was a clever one. He smiled mildly down at her, amusement showing on his face. "Only a Gryffindor?" A short, rounded laugh sounded in his throat. "Only a Slytherin, my dear, would be stubborn enough about house rivalries to turn down perfectly good butterbeer." Oh yes he could tell who and what she was. Perhaps he was more observant than others were, but he payed attention to those who were around him. This was Shenea Itotia, a very pretty Slytherin who was fairly sly in her own right. He knew what happened recently with her boyfriend, and he was pretty disgusted by Sebastian's behavior. Cheating on a woman... It was a upsetting. However, he didn't intend to fill any spaces in the broken woman's heart; just a roof over her head and a butterbeer.
"No, I'm not. Then again, what if I'm just standing here?" Craven smiled down at her, his scruffy expression boyish and amused. "How presumptous of you... But you can still have a butterbeer. I've stocked extra this time around." To tempt her, he waved the unopened bottle above her head where she could see. "You don't have to tell anyboooody~"
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Post by Shenea Itotia on Jul 23, 2009 1:37:55 GMT -5
Shenea rolled her eyes, she couldn't help it. Why was it always so hard to be depressed and miserable around Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs? Being annoyed was easy- as both houses and their members were far too easily annoying, but depressed and miserable? Much harder to accomplish. However, a soft "Hmph" sound left her lips and she slowly eased herself back to her feet. Her knees still felt unreliable, but she didn't care. The body heat in such close proximaty was making her realize how cold she really was, and remaining sat down in the mud wasn't getting her any warmer. A cold really wasn't a good way to start getting over Sebastian. It was just another reason to be more pissed off.
Green eyes fell to the butterbeer as it was waved at her. Another huff of air and a quick grab stole it from his hand and pulled it back into the sanctity of her own bubble space. "Anyone sees or hears of this and you bewitched me." she informed him sternly, then popped the top on the bottle and took a healthy swig of the liquid inside.
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