Long time no see ( Open to Anyone )

[sassy]

“Well if you are definitely going for the end of the year. The Christmas celebrations there are spectacular. Go to the Plaza de Musica, it’s a little Spanish quarter there; they have great parties. You and who?” she asked, not really caring who Hector was. She smirked as Dawn poked fun at Leland, but he didn’t react except for a narrowing of his eyes. Saski sipped her chocolate, Leland was right, it was warms and toasty and hit the right spot. Leland had a few ideas of what he would do to sabotage the Halloween ball, and Saski liked them, that and he had agreed with her idea. “Well,’ Saski began but was interrupted by someone entering the common room. She turned around to see Vincent Crabbe, Draco’s moronic henchman enter the room, the big lummox sat and grunted to them…a grunt to greet Saski Stark, she do didn’t think so, and did not respond to it.

Saski shot Crabbe a cold look, ‘what a wet blanket’ she thought, he and Goyle were the worst. The two of them followed Draco like bodyguards, and he used them to do his dirty work. Draco was a coward, and everyone knew it, he talked big but had nothing to back it up with, except Goyle, Crabbe and his father’s name, which didn’t mean much to Saski. She laughed at him as Leland asked about his clothes, “Poor dear, dribbled on yourself? Next time wear your bib,” she said with a smirk.

[Vincent Crabbe Jr.]

Vincent glared at Saski. He considered mentioning that it had in fact been a stupid, worthless Hufflepuff, but could forsee that they would most likely only sneer at him and that it would do him no good. He wasn't stupid. He could tell that. Even though people treated him as if he couldn't tell.

Vincent curled his fists into podgy balls, thinking about how nice it would be to make contact with someone's stomach right now. But he wasn't going to do that. Not without Draco's presence.

[sassy]

Saski smirked at the look Vincent was giving her, “Do it Crabbe? Just do it? I dare you!” she thought. Saski would love an attempt to get at Draco and his gang. The Malfoy gang shamed Slytherin and purebloods. If you were going to be a Slytherin you shouldn’t need other people to do your dirty work. A real Slytherin does it himself. She was tempted to provoke him, just to see what he’d do.

She saw his fists curl and she slowly brought her cup of chocolate to her mouth and took a sip, her eyes looked on Vincent. She licked a bit of chocolate off her lip, “You know you should clean that up before it stains,” she said smirking and then she took another sip.

[Vincent Crabbe Jr.]

Vincent released his fists and then curled them up again. It gave him satisfaction just thinking of it. And that Hufflepuff would certainly be getting it when he saw her again. After this.

"I would," he said, almost smouldering, "but I'm going to make the Mudblood who did it do that for me."

He wished that Draco would appear. He would know what to say. Vincent detested Saski Stark and her inferior, stuck up family, but he could not act without the presence of at least Gregory.

[sassy]

Saski loved it, she was getting to that stupid oaf, “You let a mudblood do that to you and get away? You really need to be in another house…Hufflepuff maybe? Certainly not Slytherin.” Saski knew what Crabbe and the other idiot Goyle thought of her and her family, but she didn’t care. The Stark family line went on much farther than any Crabbe or Goyle and even the Malfoys barely made equal. Crabbe senior was even a worst buffoon than his son, having been sent to Azkaban prison.

She glared at Vincent, “Would you like to do something Crabbe? You look like you want to do something? Am I right?”

[Samantha Driscoll]

"Have I finished all that Father has asked me to read? I believe that chapter about ancient dark curses I can finish tomorrow; perhaps I can take a break and go to the common room. It has been a while since I have conversed with any of my fellow Slytherins. Mother has told me repeatedly over the summer to mix with the right people, I shall take her advice," thought Samantha Driscoll as she walked to the Slytherin common room on the night of the Halloween ball.

Samantha walked into the Slytherin common room after giving the portrait their common room password, her tight off-the shoulder robes of periwinkle blue showing off her slender figure. "Salazar. Unoriginal as the password is I think I like it… it reminds me of the reason I am proud to be in this house... the house of the noble Salazar Slytherin," she mused. "I do not know why it is that I have always liked the cold," she thought, going to sit by the fire anyway beside Grant Night. "I see I am not the only one who preferred not to go to the ball and spend the night with those unworthy of my company," said Samantha, her deep voice sounding as arrogant as it always did. She flashed the group a smile that did not quite reach her icy blue eyes and leaned back into the couch. "Posture," she reminded herself, shifting in her seat until she was sitting upright in the couch. She pulled out her wand from her robe and carefully summoned a mug of hot chocolate, though she was not feeling particularly thirsty. "I believe I usually enjoy this with more sugar, I do not know, at least it will warm my hands," she thought as the heat emitting from the mug warming her hands.

Samantha smiled at Grant as she took a sip of her drink. According to her parents the Nights were an influential and powerful family in the wizarding world, and if there was one thing Samantha knew she liked without any doubt it was power. She knew Hendrix and Grant wished to follow in the footsteps of their family, and to possess considerable skill in the Dark Arts. She then turned to Saski and Vincent, who were apparently in the middle of a fight. Samantha could not guess what had just happened between them but Vincent had his fists curled up into balls and was looking daggers at Saski. Saski was another girl Samantha admired; she knew what she wanted and how to get it, and her pride in her family and status had no limits.

[dawn]

Dawn sat sipping on her Hot chocolate as Crabbe walked in. She wasnt to fond of him as a person- but he did well on the Quidditch feild. Dawn didnt address him as Leland and Saski began to jump on him with anger and annoyance. Dawn couldnt help but just grin on Crabbe's replies. He was such a dunce it was hilarious. Saski kept on him as he kept loosing brain cells as her tortured remarks stunned him.

Glancing up Dawn spoke up. "Well with the sabotage, I doubt right now is a good time." she said as she knew someone would go against her. "It is late." glancing up to the clock it read 11:35. "If anyone was still up their, it would be Slytherins having fun by reeking havoic. But as No slytherin's are there it is just the elves." Dawn said in her normal strong tone as she saw Samantha walk in.

Dawn and Samantha of course, were in the same year. But Dawn never was close to her. Dawn stayed with her group of friends, the Queens. But Samantha never made it an objective to be fully fond to Dawn. Dont get Dawn wrong- she had a good family and Dawn liked that about her. But they never talked more than a few words to each other. Hearing her speak, Dawn replyed. "Precisely. " in a matter of fact tone as she walked over and sat down. Glancing at her, she looked away.

Leland havent spoke in awhile along with Grant. "Are you two boys asleep or something?" Dawn said as she set her mug down in her lap, with her hands still around it.

[sassy]

Saski looked at Vincent like he was a piece of used toilet paper, how she loathed him, how she would like to take him out, hanging him up like a dirty carpet and beat him. She smirked at her own thoughts. She was formulating exactly how she would humble the buffoon when who should walk in but Samantha Driscoll a girl was in her year. Saski knew her by sight, but they had never conversed, though the Driscolls were of good blood. However Samantha seemed to like to keep to herself and thus she had never become a Queen, like Saski, Dawn, Israel, Pansy, Hendrix and Melantha. To tell the truth Saski could not recount ever seeing Samantha associate with anyone. “No you weren’t,” said Saski to Samantha’s remark and she smirked at her in response to the smile she gave. Saski thought she could like Samantha, if her sensibilities matched her own and the others. Everyone knew the Queens, and their group was elite and not everyone could get in, you had to have the right bloodlines and breeding from birth, and even then you still were not assured a pick, but Saski had gotten one and so had all her friends.

Dawn addressed Samantha, just as Saski had, with a blunt short acknowledgement, and then she jumped on Grant and Leland who seemed to have gotten lost. “Very true Dawn. Did you boys get lost, or did Crabbe here shock you into silence,” she said and gave Dawn a look and a smirk; she could not help it she had to get at Crabbe whenever she could, the boy was utterly useless.

[grantn]

Grant was lost, watching Saski tear into Crabbe; he was thoroughly enjoying watching her work, she was so good at it. When Samantha walked in he looked over at her, “Hello Samantha,” he said, “I see you decided to join us down here. Nice robes,” he said in a smooth tone, flashed her a smile and turned back to the others.

“Sorry ‘bout that Dawn, just watching Saski work, or am I the only one in here enjoying the show?” he said and laughed, he knew he was not and he did not care if Crabbe was offended or not, he could knock him on his rear by blinking at him. Grant gulped his chocolate and rested it on the chair arm, “Besides you ladies seem to have everything under control eh Leland,” he smiled. He ran his fingers through his dark hair, “Too bad we hadn’t decided on doing something before or we could have had some fun tonight and spoil the fun for those half-breed, mudblood cretins up there,” he said and pointed upwards.

Grant did not fear expressing is nature there, he was surrounded by those who shared his opinion, maybe not as fervently as he and his sister did, but nonetheless they did do their best, or should he say their worst to others.

[Vincent Crabbe Jr.]

Vincent said nothing. He wasn't sure quite how to answer that. He hated it when at times like this his wit completely deserted him. It just wasn't fair. But soon enough, he would be able to follow in the steps of his father, and then he would be a feared and respected Death Eater. Then he would not be obliged to speak through words but merely through actions. That was when he would show his true strength. That was his reasoning, anyway, and what his father had led him to believe.

Vincent was, nevertheless, relieved when Samantha Driscoll entered the Common Room. Now, there was a girl who actually had a right to be proud. He wouldn't go as far as to say conceited - no - he would reserve that description for Saski Stark.

The others were speaking, mentioning his name from time to time, but Vincent could not make sense of what they were saying. He processed slowly what Saski had said and realised that it was an insult. Well, he would not say anything now. He slowly uncurled his fists and then clenched them again. Finally he let them go. He would not tell Draco of the ridicule he had had to endure, but he would certainly make sure that Draco's opinion of her was not one of high regard.

[Samantha Driscoll]

Samantha noticed that the two girls did not give her the warmest of greetings, but although she often did not feel very confident she had mastered the arrogant look and the air of complete self-confidence every Slytherin possessed a long time ago. She also had pride in her family and knew her ancestors went back as long as all of the students gathered, so she was not at all ruffled or annoyed. Samantha smiled slowly at Dawn when she asked the boys if they were asleep or something. "You know boys, most of them are easily distracted," she said, her voice deep and slightly teasing. She tucked a strand of her raven black hair behind her ear, and her eyes darted toward Vincent, Leland and finally Grant as she did so. "Thanks," she said, her tone as smooth as his, but inwardly she was feeling flattered as she knew all the Slytherins praised each other coolly, she was the same herself. She did give a smile though, it happened before she could stop herself.

Samantha wondered whether to cross her legs or not, looked at the other two girls who did not have them crossed, and decided against it. She then turned to look at Vincent, noticed he was looking at her, and she stared at him a playful look in her eyes, and then she turned back to the others. Samantha always liked looking at boys like that; as if she was trying to give them a hint, it gave her pleasure to see the effect she had on them. "Pity you have to tease Vincent, Saski, wreaking the ball would have been infinitely more interesting as you said Grant, and at least it would have required some planning and more effort." Samantha usually never insulted a Slytherin, she was of the opinion that they were all belonged to the same noble creed and should stick together and plan to conquer the magical world and rid it of anybody who was not a pureblood; she saved her hexes and insults for those kind of people. Although her comment might hurt Vincent it was her own way of steering the conversation, but she doubted he would understand that. Samantha was quiet for a minute or two, leaving the others to speak as she still felt she wasn't too comfortable with them, but she was beginning to see they all had similar ways of thinking.

[jersey]

Jersey sat alone in the dormintory reading an owl her grandmother had sent her. The chills that Jersey got when reading the owl were indescribable. The thought of going home to that beast was something Jersey did not want to do. Jersey ripped up the owl and got up from her bed. How could her life be so miserable? Everything was perfect until her parents died.

Jersey walked over to her mirror and looked at herself in it. Her strawberry colored hair dangled in her face and her green eyes sparkled like diamonds. She was wearing her favorite yellow shirt with flower edgings. Her sister had given it to her before the start of the new school year. She gave herself a smart like smile and headed downstairs to the common room. She walked straight into a group of 1st years conversing, giving them all a strong push to the side with her 2 hands.

She saw a group of kids her age and decided to join them. She gave them all a cold smile when she arrived and grabbed a cup of hot chocolate, not caring at all if she was even welcome in the group. Jersey pulled up a chair next to Samantha and began complaining. "Man, how is it possible that I was ever a first year. I don't remember at all taking up space in places where people walk." Jersey glarred over to the group of first years, making sure they knew not to mess with her.

[leland]

Leland sat, leaned back. He watched Dawn as she glanced from him to Grant. Blinking and getting out of his daze- Dawn spoke to him. Samantha spoke up after her as Leland sat up. "No, Not asleep. Just amused on how farcicaly dense, Crabbe over there is." With a evil grin Leland nodded toward Crabbe and his stiff fists. Adding on, Leland leaned with his elbows on his knees he said, "But I bet boyo, thinks in speaking a different language."

With that said Leland snatched up the book, Dawn previously brought over to him off of the table. Standing up, he walked over Dawn's legs as he went towards the shelf to put the book away. Remembering Samantha's comment he spoke, as he slipped the book back into its spot-"Yeah, as well as girls. Put them in a class room with a group of 16-17 year old males. Lets see who will know every single word the professor says." Leland looked at Samantha as he grinned in a 'you- know- im- right' way, as his blue eyes twinkled in the flames.

Walking towards the fireplace. The flames caught his attention. Suddenly a slam of a body smacking the floor got him out of his trance. Rising his head to see what it was, he saw Jersey Scott, a fellow sixth year walk towards the group. She merely blew a blizzard over everyone with her cold welcoming grin. "Good to see you t-" Leland said as he was cut off as Jersey vented her anger. Turning around Leland placed his elbows on the mantal and listened to her. "The difference between all of us when we were first years, and all of them now are, We actually are all pureblood. I can bet you they have a few strands of muggle in their blood. The castle will fall apart when we leave. We are what holds this place together. We are what gives pureblood a name." Leland preached as he rubbed the back of his neck as the heat from the fireplace warmed it.

[sassy]

Saski smirked at Crabbe seemed lost as to what to say; he was such a fool. Vincent Crabbe Jr. was as stupid and ridiculous as his father and would grow to be just like him, Saski thought. ‘I hope he never has children, I fear the fate of the world with more Vincent Crabbes in it,’ she thought and sipped her chocolate. Saski had never cared what anyone thought of her family, she knew where they stood and anyone of note knew it too, only lesser purebloods had anything to say against a Stark, and those who did often were the leaches of other more prestigious pureblood families, like the Malfoys.

Saski listened as Samantha shared her piece, “Well, you are right there Samantha, boys seemed to be so preoccupied,” she said teasing, “at least some of them, the rest are just blank,” she said and her eyes darted to Vincent. Saski looked at Samantha, “Well Samantha if you had been here earlier you would know I suggested wrecking the ball, and we were coming up with a few ideas, but then Dawn pointed out that it was getting late and most people would have left by now. Just to catch you up,” Saski said snidely. Just then another girl, Jersey, joined the group and helped herself to some of Leland’s chocolate and began to rattle on about being a first year.

Leland had cut in a few moments before and then he began to preach about what fate the school was being left with. “Well maybe things will change and some purebloods, true purebloods will be around when we’re gone,” she said and looked at Leland with a smirk.

[millicenbulstrode]

Millicent looked around herself; all she could see was green surrounding her. Deciding that she was not ready to turn-in just yet she mad up her mind to get out of bed where she had been hiding from the world hoping to get a little bit of peace. Sitting up and opening the hangings Millicent saw that she was indeed alone. Jersey had been there a while ago but Millicent had made sure her own presence was unknown. Stepping out of the bed Millicent went over to the mirror and straightened her dark green robes that she had placed on after class and took her hair out of its ponytail. She then brushed her hair and pulled it up into another ponytail. Adding some lip-gloss Millicent thought she looked perfect. In all actuality there was nothing perfect about her appearance, from her boring, long, straight black hair that she never did anything with, to her heavy set frame and chubby face; Millicent was often compared to a hag in appearance.

Stomping down the stairs Millicent was engulfed by younger girls coming back from the ball. She glared at them and made threatening gestures knowing they would give her the room she not only wanted but also deserved; everybody knew Millicent was not opposed to using physical violence to get her way. She remembered in second year when she had shown that to the entire school in duelling club. She had been placed with The Boy Who Would Not Die’s mudblood friend Granger and placed her in a headlock despite the rules against physical touching. She chuckled as she approached the fire with that memory fresh in mind. As she reached the seating near the fire she noticed a group of seven of her fellow senior. She heard them talking about the fate of Hogwarts once they were gone and what would happen if enough true purebloods were not around. This was the type of conversation Millicent had been trained to participate in. She cringed at the thought of mudblood filth running the school more with no opposition from true wizards.

Millicent walked up to the group and pulled up a chair to sit down with them. “Hello all” she said simply before giving her two cents on the topic. “Those bloody mudbloods and mudblood lovers bread like crazy. I am scared for Hogwart’s future. I am glad we got in just in time before that filth take total control of this school.”<br>