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Post by Desiray on Apr 10, 2005 5:04:53 GMT
The dream was vivid and made Desiray toss and turn in her sleep, her body getting tangled in the sheets of her four poster bed. She groaned and gasped, sweat beading her kneck and face. She wasn't at school anymore. No, she was somewhere else. The large cloaked figures took a man, dragging him to a chained chair. He pleaded to the council to let him free. He claimed that he was innocent. Desiray watched helplessly as her father lied more and more about his master, Voldemort. The council finally sentenced him to Azkaban and the cloaked Dementors took him away, kicking and screaming. Desiray yelled for them to bring him back. She screamed that he was innocent. That he wasn;t a Death Eater, though he was. She wanted her daddy back. Her fathers screaming finally faded as they dragged him away. The council asked for Desiray's mother, but instead of taking Alexandria they grabbed Desiray and didn't take her to the chained chair. They dragged her straight into Azkaban. She kicked at the Dementors, feeling weaker and weaker and they sucked her energy away. The fog overcame her senses as she struggled. Hazily she saw a Dementor lower it's hood and leaned down to Desiray as if to give her a kiss.
She screamed and sat up straight in her bed, the sweat hot and sticky from her nightmare. She wiped her hair from her forehead, panting. Desiray took several deep breaths and swung her legs over the side of the bed, taking tangled sheets with her. She freed herself from the bed sheets and stood, her knees wobbly. How she had known what the Dementors looked like, she did not know. Maybe it was all her imagination or the description of them in her mother's letters. Yes, that was it. Her mother had given her these nightmares. Writing in vivid details of her time in prision. Desiray took another shaky breath and walked out of her dormatory, grabbing her night robe and thanking God for keeping her Dormmates asleep.
She quietly shut the Dormatory door behind her and walked down the stairs to the Common Room. She loved this place. The green snake wounding it's way across the wall and the fireplace, usually blazing. But the fire had gone out now, only the softly glowing embers remained. She sat down on the dark green couch and laid her head back, against the cussion. Her eyes closed slightly in exhastion and she sighed, wishing the nightmares would leave her. She shook her head, knowing it would never happen.
Instead of thinking of her strange dreams, she decided to think of what her new target would be. Or she should say, who. Desiray's new game was dating. It was her favorite game and the best part about this game... was stealing boyfriends. Even if their girl's are one of Desiray's friends. She yawned and thought of who she should go for...
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Post by Dixie Holden-Greene on Apr 10, 2005 8:12:11 GMT
Sleeping? Who needed sleeping? Besides those who weren't pretty enough to get by with no sleeping. Actually, the evidence of her two days without sleeping was beginning to show under her brown eyes. The dark circles made her look older than she was and Dix didn't quite like that. She looked at herself in the mirror, tilting her head this way and that, pulling her hair up into a huge clump on top of her head and posing infront of the mirror. She puckered her lips together, then in a really bad British accent, said, "Dixie, darling! You are simply marvelous!" She laughed at her ignorance and let her brown hair fall down her back before picking up the drink that was on the table. It was some sort of concoction Mack had made for Dix to drink, supposed to keep her up, keep her happy and hyper. And so faar it was working!
The drink still in her hands, Dix spun in circles, laughing as her silver silk robe spun out around her. She felt lightheaded and was quite happy with this feeling. She continued to spin and this time closed her eyes, raising the drink above her head. She grabbed at the hem of her robe and pulled it up so she wouldn't stumble on that, "Wooo hoo!" She called, feeling even more better than before. Imaginary music was alive in her mind and she was enjoying the beat and the step it made her do. She opened her eyes and saw white spots, but didn't mind. Dix laughed again and looked in the mirror, blew a kiss to her reflection, then skipped down to the common room.
She stumbled out into the common room, her glass that was filled with the beverage before, no longer full. Dix looked into the empty glass and frowned, this was no good. No good at all. She bit her lip and looked aroudn the common room, her brown eyes settled on Mack's bag. Why that girl left her things lying around was beyond Dix but, right now she didn't care. She knew Mack had some more tonic in her bag and Dix wanted it! Dix walked, more like stumbled, over to the grey bag and opened it. She went through it, and was briefly reminded of the homeless people in New York, in a moment she pulled out a bottle of a pink looking liquid, "Jack pot!" She said with a joyous tone. She unscrewed the top and drank. Her eyes wandering around the common room, she wasn't aware of someone else in the room. Until now. Dix bound over to the girl and leaned on the back of the seat she was sitting on, "Ello! Am-ah-zing night, innit?"
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Post by Gregory Goyle Jr. on Apr 10, 2005 8:29:32 GMT
Gregory enjoyed having this knowledge. Had he not known about it he probably would never have survived through the year. The location of the kitchens had come in handy over the year. Not to mention those filthy house elves where always willing to serve him. As they should. It had become a nightly tradition for him to travel to the kitchens after curfew, pack his pockets and arms full of food, that way he could survive over the night. Tonight was no exception. He was on his return trip to the common room. Arms and pockets packed with all sorts of treats. He wasn’t even waiting to enter the common room to eat his food. Anything he could reach with his mouth he ate on the move.
He reached the suit of armor. “Salazar” He mumbled through a mouth full of food, spraying crumbs everywhere. The suit of armor understood him well enough and moved to form the archway. He stepped into the dark common room. How he missed the two girls on the couch, he didn’t know. He moved to the couch, still oblivious to the two girls presence. He clumsily pulled his wand out of his pocket and pointed it at the furnace. “Incendio” He said, muffled a bit since some food was in his mouth. The common room was filled with light and warmth. Gregory always enjoyed to eat his food in front of the fire before bed. With the addition of the light though he noticed that tonight he was not alone. He looked at the two girls with a blank expression. Forgetting about the food in his mouth.
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Post by Desiray on Apr 10, 2005 8:40:21 GMT
Desiray half started to doz off as she sat on the couch, her eyes closed and her head laying against the cusion of the couch. She was jolted from this half sleep by someone's footsteps bounding down the dormatory staircase. Desiray looked up quickly, her eyes wide. It was girl and she seemed drunk on something either that or extremely hyper (or both, Desiray thought), stummbling. Desiray watched, unnoticed, as the girl staggered to a brown bag and rummaged through it desperatly. The girl laughed in triumph, holding up a bottle of pink liquid. Desiray felt her eyebrows raise as her thoughts became answered. The girl was extremely hyper. She sighed softly and jumped again when the girl suddenly ran over to the couch and addressed Desiray, drawling out the words.
Desiray got a disgusted look on her face and smiled, sarcastically at the girl, "Um... hullo..." she loved how her voice matched her face. Disgusted and disgraced that this strange thing was let into Slytherin.
"This whole place has gone to the dogs," she whispered. Just then, the wall moved into an archway and Desiray sighed as Goyle entered. Naturally his pockets were bursting of food and, to no surprise, his mouth was crammed full of food also. He didn't seem to notice Desiray or the girl leanign on the couch, but instead he just plopped down on the couch and lit the fire. As the light filled the common room, sending flickers on the snakes painted onto the walls- making htem look as if slithering about the Common Room, he noticed Desiray and the girl. All he did, once he noticed them, was stare at the two stupidly, blankly, as if he had no brain to fill his rather large head. Desiray raised one eyebrow and tried not to look too disgusted.
"Oh my..." she said, sighing loudly, "I am surrounded by idiots," she turned to Goyle and addressed him, "Doggie, why don't you go back to your master," she shook her head and laid her head back again, against the cusion.
"Someone please save me from this Hell house." she mummbled to herself.
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Post by Dixie Holden-Greene on Apr 10, 2005 8:52:04 GMT
As Dix was about to say something more to this girl, someone else entered the common room. Dix swiveled around, and slipped on her robe. She did a full circle and tumbled over the back of the couch and landed with a soft plop. Dix groaned lightly, rubbing her elbows and looking at them to make sure she wasn't severly harmed. It was then the common room was lit up. Dix blinked and shielded her eyes from the sudden light. Oh the pain! The pain! Dix crawled on the floor, to the bottle which had rolled to the other wall, she picked it up and stood up. Hitting her head against a candle holder, "Ow!" She cried, she then rubbed her head while drinking more of the pink tonic.
"Hey, that,"Dix said in a cold tone of voice, her finger pointed it at the girl, "was not nice at all. Do we insult you?" Dix raised an eyebrow in the girls direction. Then the thought came to her, like a foghorn in a thick roll of fog. She sat down in a chair, across from the girl and crossed her legs, drinking the tonic, "Though I could say a few things about you. Your hair, its dreadful. Your complexion is all oiley. Honestly," Dix smirked before she took another sip of the tonic. She then turned to the boy, who Dix knew to be Goyle, "You, don't need to take her crap. And me? I need to...to...drink this stuff." She smiled.
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Post by Gregory Goyle Jr. on Apr 10, 2005 9:05:13 GMT
Gregory cast a curious eye at one of the two girls. She apparently was either drunk, loony or hyper. Maybe a combination of the three. He finished the bite of food in his mouth and dropped the armload of food onto the couch so that he would have his arms free. Before he had a chance to do much though the girl sitting on the couch turned to him and spoke to him. It took him a moment to realize that by doggie, she meant him, and by returning to master, she meant go back to Draco. It took him a few seconds to recognize this as a insult and he narrowed his eyes as he looked at her. Cracking his knuckles, but before he could come back with a response the drunk/loony/hyper girl spoke up.
She told him not to take any crap from her. He nearly frowned at her. Like he needed some fifth year telling him what to do and what not to take from someone. He simply shook his head though and allowed the two girls to bicker at each other. Verbal arguments weren’t his forte. That was Draco’s department. Gregory will stick to the physical fight and the hexing. He picked up a cake from his pile and began to munch on it. Watching the girl on the ground began to speak about certain aspects of the other girl. His thoughts drifted back to the girls insult.
Over the years he found that people made fun of the same three aspects of him. His size, his intelligence, and his connection with Draco. Even people in his own house couldn’t be clever enough to think of anything knew, not that he was able to come up with anything. He had heard those insults so many times, he didn’t even know why he let it bother him. Maybe it was just for the pure satisfaction of pounding any kids face in that was brave enough to insult him face to face.
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Post by Desiray on Apr 10, 2005 20:27:22 GMT
Desiray tried very hard not to laugh at the girl as she fell and tripped and hit her head on candle holders. She was failing at this attempt to stay quiet. Her giggling subsided, however, when the girl got right up into Desiray's face and started to insult her. Desiray felt nothing about these petty comments. Infact she didn't even notice. I am not going to take this from a half drunken thing like her, she thought angrily. Desiray sat up straight and put her face so close to the girl's that their noses almost touched.
"I don't care what a drunk, clumbsy, stupid mudblood like you thinks! If you are not a mudblood, at least you should be. You act and look like one," she glared with all the fire she could summon from her Death eater heratage, "And yes you DO insult me. To no end, I might add. You stumble in here as if high on something or drunk, expecting me to fall for that idiotic display of wanna-be rudeness! I am NOT the type to take that crap from someone as foolish as you," Desiray laid back against the couch cusion and sighed, "Now if you could please leave, the stench of that drink is making my nose burn,"
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Post by Dixie Holden-Greene on Apr 10, 2005 21:02:35 GMT
Instantly, Dix's giddiness left. Malice flashed in her eyes and she stood up from her seat, the drink still in hand. She walked over to the girl, and in one quick movement, turned the drink upside down on top the girls head, "Some people just cant' hold their alcohol. Then again, this isn't alcohol. It's a potion that keeps me up. Though, if it were alcohol I wouldn't waste my time being down here." Dix said in a cold tone, she raised an eyebrow and tilted her head. She then stepped back, crossed her arms, and continued to look at this girl.
"Your minute words do not impress me. Listen, you can insult me all you want, but in all I still come out on top. I have better grades than you, better friends, a better family, and believe it or not a better person all around. Desiray Cestbon, you are nothing. You are definitely not prettier or have better fashion sense than me. So, if you think I should be a mudblood what do you think you should be? A house elf? Personally, I think the rags would be suiting. After all, they can't be any worse, then," Dix pointed to the girls outfit, "that."
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Post by Desiray on Apr 10, 2005 22:52:42 GMT
Desiray gasped as the cold liguid soaked her shirt, causing her to shiver. She looked down at the white fabric and glared as the liquid turned it pink. She took deep breaths as the girl went on and on about how horrible Desiray looked. She looked up at the girl and glared even harder.
"You stupid b-" she said a word then that would make her old foster father gasp and put soap in her mouth. Desiray stood and got into the girl's face.
"Me? A house elf?" she smiled slyly, "But would a house elf do this?" Desiray made a fist and punched the girl right in her nose.
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Post by Dixie Holden-Greene on Apr 11, 2005 0:15:44 GMT
Before Dix could say, or do anything, there was a crack and pain shot through her nose. She came back up, holding the nose so the blood which was flowing from her nostrils wouldn't spray everywhere. Desiray shouldn't have done that, Dix wiped at the blood and then looked at her hand. She shook her head, redirecting her gaze at the girl. Hatred in her eyes. Dix didn't make many enemies, she didn't like to be the target of someones hatred or target someone else for that same hatred. But right then. She made an enemy. Or at least Desiray did. And you didn't want Dix as your enemy. Dixie was a girl with a lot of connections, connections to dark places. Very dark places.
Suddenly, Dix burst out in laughter. Slowly at first, so it sounded a bit like a chuckle then it erupted into balls of laughter, she was laughing so much she had to hold her sides because they were aching. She would glance at Desiray then continue to laugh. 5 minutes later, Dix stood up straight, wiped at the tears that had fell from her laughter and looked at the girl, "No. A house elf wouldn't do that. Because, a house elf wouldn't lower itself to a muggle brawl." She said, a wicked smile on her lips. She wiped at her tears again and then headed towards the girls dormitories. She paused though, to turn and say one more thing, "You, are not worthy of being a house elf. Surprisingly, they are above you. You just made that quite clear to me. G'night." Dix said the last part in a sing song voice, she then went to bed.
((Dix is out of here....))
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Post by Desiray on Apr 12, 2005 22:17:26 GMT
Desiray, who's face had a smug look about it, watched as the girl stumbled back in shock as Desiray's fist came down on her. Her eyes filled with hatred that made Desiray smile more smugly. That self-gratitude look vanished off her pretty face and was replaced with shock as the girl, Dixie by name, started to laugh. Desiray felt her eyebrows raise and her mouth open slightly. Dixie's laughter soon turned from soft giggling to roars of laughter. Desiray blinked, trying to understand why this girl, who was just punch in the nose, was doubled over in complete and utter hilarity! Desiray's mind went completly void of anything but thoughts of how crazy this chick had to be. She didn't think of Dixie as her new enemy... no. She now felt sorry for her. The girl had gone mad! Purely uncapable of anything remotly relating to normacy! Desiray watched as Dixie recovered from her laughing fit and satrted to talk in a smuggish voice, but Desiray wasn't listening, she was too busy trying to get her face back to normal and wipe off that "You-have-got-to-be-kidding-me" face. Dixie then started up the stairs and faintly Desiray heard her say g'night in a cheerful tone.
Desiray, who had failed at taking the look form her face, stumbled back and fell onto the couch. zshe shook her head in utter amazment. How did this girl survive in such a noble-a place as Slytherin house? How? Why!? Desiray was at a loss for words. She looked to Goyle, who was busy munching on those damn cakes of his and sighed. As if he was going to say anything intelegent. Desiray managed to close her mouth and shut her eyes, laying her head back and rubbing her temples, trying to understand what just happened and why, who in earth Dixie had completely lost it!? She felt the sudden need to ask Goyle what happened, but when she looked at him again, she couldn't... he looked as if he didn't understand and if Desiray didn't understand then certainly neither did him! She thought for a moment... right?
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Post by Gregory Goyle Jr. on Apr 13, 2005 6:17:27 GMT
Gregory was completly content to just sit and watch this show with his late night snack. The forming 'cat-fight' was really starting to heat up and it was extremely entertaining. The two girls exhanged some words. The meanings of which escaped Gregory at that moment. Than, in a completly surprising move, the one girl that seemed a bit crazy, did something that made that fact doubltess in his mind. She stood up and dumped the contents of the drink ontop of the other girls head. The girl responded with a punch to the nose. A muggle tactic, but Gregory couldnt deny the uselfulness of punching people.
The girl now had blood comming out of her nose. For a moment she looked like she was about to explode and attack. Instead, she started to laugh. Confused Gregory watched as she said a few words and than left the common room. Leaving Gregory and the other girl alone. The girl looked at him with a slight look of dissapointment. She had a questioning look on her face and he merely shurgged at her. He finished the cake in his hand. "Good punch. Though.....A lot of power comes from twisting your waist. Try that next time."
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Post by Desiray on Apr 14, 2005 23:32:22 GMT
Desiray was busy rubbing her temples in complete confusion when Goyle started to talk. She stopped to rub her temples and looked at him, no longer very angry but just confused. His comment about her punch made her blush. She hated it when her temper caused her to act like a dumb muggle, but a complement it a complement no matter what it's about. So she she smiled slightly and nodded at his advice. Goyle had been in many fights and he must have been very good at it to notice something that small.
"But what was with all the damn laughing?! I just don't understand! It was just so... so... confusing." she cursed under her breath.
"Stupid b-" and there was that word again, "made me try and get into a fight. Stupid..." she was refering to herself at that moment. She hated it, her temper. But most of the time it got her where she needed to be. Beating the crap out of students usually won her respect, a twisted sort of respect, but respect non-the-less. She sighed.
"And thank you for the complement and advice, I wouldn't have expected it from you," she said this softly and winced. Oi, she thought, I am being nice to Goyle! she thought for a moment, but then again gettung close to Goyle may win me a chance with Malfoy... she smiled. Malfoy, the only other student that hated Potter almost as much as she did. She didn't even know him and she hated him. She smiled more and decided that being nice to Goyle would be very awarding.
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Post by Gregory Goyle Jr. on May 11, 2005 5:42:41 GMT
Gregory gave her a dumb look and shruged his shoulders at her question. He really hadnt understood the laughing. To him it just looked like the girl had lost a few bolts in her brain. He picked up anothe cake and began to eat it. He had to agree with her, the laughter had been confusing.
He shruged at her thank you. He was a bit to preocupied with his cake to open his mouth and speak. He shot a glance at her and noticed a certain look in her eyes. He couldnt identify it, but she got that look on her face of a person who was deep in thought, plotting something. Gregory himself had never experienced that feeling. He continued to look at her as he grabed another cake.
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