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Post by Mackenzie Holden on Apr 4, 2005 17:33:25 GMT
"Lovely ladies
Waiting in the dark
Ready for a thick one
Or a quick one in the park
Long time short time
Any time, my dear
Cost a little extra if you want to take all year!" Les Mis. The musical that swept the world. Some nasty inclinations in it though. Mack didn't mind though, she enjoyed listening to the music of the Les Miserables and enjoyed the story of the musical. She hadn't read the book just yet, considering the unabridged was over 1000 pages long. And Mack wanted to get the whole story, not just the abridged. Her WWN was playing in her ear, making her sing along with the music. She was sure she wasn't causing anyone any horrid pain, knowing how sweet her voice was.
Mackenzie pushed open the student lounge doors, to find it near empty except for a few other students. Mack scanned the crowd looking for anyone she knew, saw no one, and sighed. She pulled up a seat in the corner and continued to listen to Les Mis as she read through a magazine. When she was half way through, and about to turn the page, a shadow cast over her magazine. Mack looked up and took off her head phones, "Do you mind? You're in my light." She snapped rather ferosiously.
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Post by bellatrixlestrange on Apr 7, 2005 11:08:38 GMT
"It's too stuffy in here," Faith complained to herself, scowling at the fire that was lit in the grate despite the already unpleasant heat of the room. Faith put a clammy hand through the fronts of her blonde hair and let excess air fall out of her mouth. Perhaps, if she could be bothered to move herself from the Student Lounge, then she would be able to find fresh air in the Grounds. Faith, however, had had a particuarly long day and it seemed a lot of effort to go all the way to the Grounds, when she could just stick her head out of a window.
Faith decided to do just that and heaved herself out of her armchair, crossing the room towards the window, which she opened with a flick of her wand. Immediatly cool air hit her with force, filling her lungs and sending refreshment towards every part of her body, clearing her airways. Faith closed her lids over brown eyes and breathed in deeply, feeling immediatly better. Her relief was spoilt somewhat, though, by a voice from behind her. It was snappy and short and Faith could tell, even before she turned around, that it was going to be a serpent, rather than badger, bird or lion, that was sown onto the person's robes.
Sure enough, sitting behind Faith was a Slytherin, who Faith recognised from classes, headphones hanging around her neck and a magazine spread out on her lap. Faith sighed, knowing very well that whatever she was about to say next would get her in more trouble with the girl.
"I apoligise," Faith said, frowning, "I wasn't aware that you had exclusive rights to the light from this window."
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Post by Mackenzie Holden on Apr 7, 2005 15:07:51 GMT
Mack looked up at the light blocker. A Gryffindor. Not a mudblood, Mack knew all Gryff mudbloods like the back of her hand. She closed her magazine and looked up at this girl, her eyes boring into her. Mack's eyes were like ice, pale blue with a hint of green, her sister; one of the toughest Slytherins that wasn't a Queen, even got freaked out by that lengthy stare. Mack stood up so she was eye level with this girl, and raised an eyebrow at her.
"Matter of fact, I own this whole side of the room. I'm here everday, after classes, and after curfew. What are you doing anyway? The windows are closed for a reason, and I doubt that reason is to surface your needs." Mack replied sharply. She swept a blonde lock of hair out of her face and crossed her arms firmly over her chest, her headphones still hanging around her neck. She stared at this Gryff, challenging her to say something that would make Mack even more mad. After all, Mack wasn't pretty when she was mad. Many people could vouch for that.
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Post by bellatrixlestrange on Apr 7, 2005 16:07:55 GMT
Faith sighed inside as the girl got to her feet, squaring up against Faith and fixing her with pale blue pupils. She hated confrentations, especially they stemmed from nothing, and Faith was pretty sure that blocking somebody's light counted as nothing.
"There's a reason why they're easy to open though too," Faith told the girl coldly, gesturing around her with a spare hand, though without breaking the match of the girl's stare with her own deep brown eyes, "To save people from suffocating from the heat in here. Seeming as though you own this side of the room, I've come to the right person, haven't I? I'd like to register a complaint about your bad management of this section of the longue."
She rolled her eyes sarchastically at the girl and stepped away from her, sitting down in a chair a slight way away. Faith wasn't going to walk away from the war of words but she decided that it was a safer distance over in her armchair.
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Post by Mackenzie Holden on Apr 7, 2005 16:16:11 GMT
"If people wanted to live, they could easily step outside and take a breath of air. They don't have to open the window and freeze everybody else out." Mack replied coolly, she sat down back in her seat and brought her magazine back up. Looking through it. She then listened to the girl's sarcastic remark, and her eyes darted upward, looking at the Gryffindor again.
"That's funny, because I have some complaints about you. Who would I complain to?" She asked with a tilt of her head and a scowl on her face. Mack shook her head, this Gryff wasn't worth her time or words, but Mack wasn't going to leave. So she was silently wishing the other girl would. After all, Mack was there first. She did have first rights into sitting at that spot in the student lounge. Mackenzie looked back down to her magazine, reading an interesting article on a pureblood wizard buying a new home near Ireland, it was in fact the house Mack's father had wanted to buy.
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Post by bellatrixlestrange on Apr 7, 2005 16:34:15 GMT
Faith closed her eyes, irritated, as the Slytherin retorted. It was occuring to her now how easy it would have been to mumble and apology and race out of the room as fast as she could. Most would've done just that, or atleast stopped to think of a tactful way of replying to the girl, but tact, incidently, was never Faith Oraco's strong point. Infact it was a defiant low point, she tended to let whatever fall out of her mouth and it seemed to have caught her out again.
"Try Faith Oraco, I'm sure she'd be delighted to hear them," Faith said lightly, not looking at the girl. She took out some parchment, ink and a quill, and still avoiding the Slytherin's eyes, balanced the ink pot on the arm of her seat. She dabbed her nib in the blue ink and silently continued with her Transfiguration essay, though a scowl remained on her face.
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