Who do you think you are? (Monica,Cougar)

[jarles]

"Yeah me too" could be heard as two Slytherins passed by a tree leading to the lake. Jeff had been hanging with Monica all afternoon. They were really having fun. He walked toward the lake a bit more when a Ravenclaw hit him in the chest. "Watch it you filthy mudblood before I turn you into a set of china for my mother." He looked down on him as he stood dumbfounded. He looked younger than Jeff. "Well! What have you to say for yourself or does being in the prescence of a superior being block up your pityous mind?" Jeff snorted out.

[Monica Henshaw S5]

Today was a day unlike any other. Well, no two days were the same, but I wanted to start off this post with a generic clichéd statement. Hence, today was a day unlike any other … obviously. It was a fine day, and all that crap. The sun was shining, the clouds were fluffy and the breeze was a nice addition. Monica strutted down the hallway with Jeffery, looking every inch the pompous arise that she was renowned for, complete with her affluent robes. ‘Sneer,’ went her thin lips at a couple of harmless Hufflepoofs. ‘Sneer, sneer,’ sneered her sneering lips as she chanced (hah, chanced – wrong thread, moron ~ .) upon some nerdy Ravendorks. ‘Sneer, sneer, growl,’ went her thin enough already lips + sneer as some Gryffindog wenches came into range. Was this school full of idiotic ankle biters? Yes. And that was just the kids. The adults were much, much worse. But today was a day unlike any other. I repeat, today was a day unlike ANY other. It wasn’t everyday that a radiant, beautiful, well-mannered, presentable young lady came to call upon you. And a Slytherin, as well. So her step had a spring in it, her wand was nice and shiny, and her hair smelt deliciously fruity and was full of body. She clearly was going to enjoy today. Monica bent down and kissed the small child on the forehead.


The boy had the look of an indolent pose. But Monica’s eyes bespoke of the gratifying awe she felt being in the domain of such an august personage. ‘A perfunctory smile graced her sharp features. The younger boy did look vaguely familiar, and she was sure it was connected in some way to some foreign diplomat, but there was too many of them to put a face to the name. Nevertheless, that small sense of familiarity guaranteed the boy a meeting that would be slightly more harsh than if she were from a lesser house and of a lesser family. ‘ Monica looked at the boy. She could read on his face to what he was thinking. She then commented. “I don’t believe a Slytherin would bother making up such a preposterous tale, unless there was a grain of truth to it.” Hopefully that would have established the fact that he was only willing to entertain her claims, provided that they were true. And even if they weren’t, she would be most predisposed to making sure the legitimacy of her fiction was never questioned, and if it were, she would coach him carefully into being as believable as possible. There were methods that were on hand to people like this, that would aid a person into believing what they thought true, and if it came to that, Monica had no qualms about employing them to bring down the pathetic subset of the wizarding protectorate that had deemed themselves their defenders.

[Cougar Farmer R7]

Cougar had had his fun running around and sitting by the lake. After a little while, he decided he should head back to he castle. He decided to run, which would turn out to be a bad idea. As he came around a tree, he ran smack into (no one but) TWO older Sytherins. This most assuredly must not be his day. As the insults began to fly from one Slytherin then another, it took him a minute to find a come-back. "Look, Dude, Whatever your name is the only thing superior about you is your superiourly large head. Girl, you didn't need to do that I wouldn't be interested. What is with you? You think everyone is interested just because you all are rich daddy's little girl. Now if you two will excuse me I need to be on my way. Or is that too hard for two "Superior" minds to figure out?" Cougar ended defiantly.

[jarles]

What!.. was that? a puny little slime insulting what will soon be his master? This should be punished severly. Jeff grabbed for his wand , but kept his cool. "You know why don't you go play in some dirt or whatever it is you slimeballs do? And my head is superier as is my mind powers and anything else you may think about me. Ans Monica is perfectly attractive, just because you have no chance doesn't mean you should go denying that fact." Jeff planted his feet where they was as to say he wasn't going anywhere. He crossed his arms and flexed them a bit to show ripples if muscles pouching out a bit.

[Monica Henshaw S5]

Her eyes glazed over the boy who began in a piping voice. Squeak, squeak, peep went the voice, as it rose in childish indignation and outrage. Absently she nodded to indicate attentiveness, as she idly wondered what the house elves were cooking up for lunch. Something hot would be welcome in this dratted weather. An eyebrow rose slightly to when she heard the last statement. The little loudmouthed brat had to whine about being short, the extremely efficient dueling mentoring program and generally act like a paranoid android. Tengo pelo bonito, tengo pelo bonito, thought Monica to herself as she struggled to contain her ire. Were all children that annoying at the boy’s age? Luckily she had only one and that one was at boarding school all throughout the difficult years. Eyes glazing over once more, she stared at the Ravenclaw, intrigued. The boy’s lips moved and sound issued forth, but no meaning entered her consciousness. He was just that boring. Or perhaps she was learning to master selective hearing. At any rate, this meeting was quickly losing its entertainment appeal.


A slight quirk of Monica’s eyebrows betrayed her amusement at the boy's tongue-in-cheek response. Monica stood their, listening to every word that came out of Jeffery’s mouth. "You know why don't you go play in some dirt or whatever it is you slime balls do? And my head is superior as is my mind powers and anything else you may think about me. And Monica is perfectly attractive, just because you have no chance doesn't mean you should go denying that fact." Monica then added ‘Let me assure you the concerns you currently harbor about the slytherins are what I’d expect from a child your age.’ She smirked mentally … if that was possible. Let the little twerp make of it what he would. It essentially meant she didn’t care what he thought because he was a midget. Because you’re an annoyance and now you’re going to annoy my friend, she thought more privately. And because she had taken the time to plan out her theories and provide evidence, no matter how circumspect and unrelated. She could respect that, and be amazed at him if the undeveloped immature mind would even comprehend that. But most of all, it was more than likely the little poop would be greedy and cram it in his mouth, probably rendering him, making him to be unable to speak. Thus ending their argument.

[Cougar Farmer R7]

At my age? Cougar thought. "You do realize you arent but one year older don't you? Or do you Slytherins exceed your years" Cougar snapped. He had initially planned on walking off, but he decided how many times he could throw these two for a loop. He was already contemplating what could next be said about two snobby, immature Slytherins on the Hogwarts Grounds. He re-slung the bag he had to one shoulder and waited on a response from one of them.