When Egos Collide ((Tristan))

[aryasillhouette]

Arya wandered around the Common Room searching for something to do. There was no one to talk to; Hester was busy with some new friend her parents had found for her. That wasn’t usually Hester’s style, but Arya shrugged it off. Everyone eventually made their parents happy just so they wouldn’t have to hear them fuss. So here she was bored as ever wondering what she could find to do. She had done all the homework that she had been given, and now had nothing better to do. She thought about wandering around the school but that was the same old thing she had always done when bored, and it would mean having to deal with all the other students in Hogwarts, which meant having to deal with filthy mudbloods and half-bloods. Just because she had to be nice to one or two of them to make her parents happy, that didn’t mean that she wanted to be around them all the time. She had already chosen the one that she would be nice too, and that was it, no more. There was a reason for her being nice to Sadie. She felt sorry for the young Hufflepuff. Who wouldn’t after all the poor girl had been through, and still had enough strength to look the world in the face with a smile.

Isn’t this just typical. All dressed up and no where to go. Arya thought to herself. She could go to Hogsmeade but that wouldn’t be much fun either not by herself anyway. She needed something to do. Sighing and deciding things would fall into place properly; she grabbed a book and sat down next to the fireplace. Arya couldn’t concentrate to read the book; she just flipped through the pages hoping that she could think of something to do. She hated sitting around in the Common Room. Her mind wandered away to loneliness, what was she to do. There was no one she could talk to and it made her lonely. She wasn’t going to sit around like a sappy little girl crying about the fact that she had nothing to do. She was going to get up, get out of this Common Room and find something to do. She dropped her book; knowing that she could pick it up later or that she would get lucky and some younger student would see it there, see the name on the cover and take it to her dorm room. Grabbing her green hand stitched wrap, she headed out the door of the common room. Her black heels clacking on the floors as she made her way up from the dungeons into the Castle. She still wasn’t sure what she would do just yet, but she wasn’t worried about how she looked. Arya’s new black and green silk dress flowed around her softly, perfect for spring with only shoulder width sleeves, and a mid back cut. The pattern on the dress looking almost like the Slytherin snake. Her hair braided in thousands of little braids and pulled up into a beautiful S shaped bun on the back of her head, studded with emeralds and onyx beads so that it matched her dress perfectly. She walked through the halls, listening to the sound of her shoes, enjoying the fact that she knew she was the best looking among the students around.

Arya began daydreaming as she walked. Her dreams about the trip that she would be taking this summer, and all the people she would be meeting. She couldn’t wait really. A trip all by herself around the wizarding communities through out the world. Would she meet interesting people, would she perhaps find someone special while she was away. Arya stopped her walk by the big window that had once convinced her to dance in the rain. Standing there staring out the window, Arya floated away into her daydreams again.

[Tristan MacCay]

“There’s something about you, Katarina,” Tristan drawled lazily as he draped his right arm around the slender third year girl’s shoulders. She stared up at him with a look in her eyes that suggested he was a nut, before shaking her head. “I’m serious, you are a goddess. Not just by looks either, I wouldn’t be able to pull this off if it weren’t for you. I am,” Tristan dropped his arm and brought it to his stomach as he twirled his left hand and bowed deeply to her, “forever in your debt. Or,” he popped up and smirked, “at least until I feel I’ve paid my debt.” That was Tristan for you. Always thinking of himself and how it benefited him or how the outcome included him. Katya had gotten used to it by now, most definitely. He had been around her enough to give her at least that minor insight into his character. Tristan smirked again before flicking her forehead, causing her to jump up from her seat in the library and charge at him. Tristan, having anticipated this reaction from his little fairy supreme, moved to the opposite end of the table. And lucky for him there was now a table separating them so she just rammed herself into the wood rather into him. He chuckled and winked at her before turning around and leaving the library, casually calling a farewell over his shoulder as he pushed open the doors to the corridors. The sun filtered in brilliantly through the windows, but Tristan hardly paid any attention to it. It was a source of light, that was all. He never could understand how some people grew so ga-ga over the magnificence of the great huge ball in the sky; even if he was artistic and keen to things that provided a good outreach for his videos. Like Katya. Now, she had been an asset to his video.

They hadn’t done much filming, just conception. Katya, even though she was not the director of this video, had some fairly good ideas that Tristan had told her he would consider. All the while he tossed out his ideas and replaced them with hers. He wasn’t stupid, and neither was she; so he knew she realized he did this whenever they spoke about the video next. It was a silent agreement, one they both had made when Katya agreed to help him that day in the Courtyard. He would pretend to be all knowing and tyrannical, but would actually put her ideas to good use and she wouldn’t acknowledge it. It was the way things had been for a week now, and it was the way things Tristan liked them to be. He hadn’t really been paying attention to the direction or destination he was heading, but now as he brought his mind back to the present he stopped in his tracks. Tristan glanced around a bit, assessing where he was, and deciding to head into the Great Hall for a bit of food when he saw a girl staring out a window. With a raise of his eyebrows, Tristan looked the girl over. A dress, not a bad dress, but one that wasn’t normally spotted around Hogwarts. The dress wasn’t what made Tristan hold in a chuckle, though, it was her hair. Her hair seemed to be in a lot of braids and then twisted into an S shaped bun type thing. It was an amusing hairstyle, at least to Tristan and it made him forget all about food.

“Are you aware,” he began as he took a step forward and leaned against the wall with his arms crossed, facing her, “that you have some thing on your head? I’d hate for it to wake up for the slumber it is in and eat you from the top to the bottom.” Tristan smirked, knowing full well that he would get a snide remark back from her. This was simple knowledge to him, because he knew who she was and he knew her attitude. Most older girls in Slytherin were this way. They all thought they were royalty. They all thought they deserved to be treated that way.

((Permission to g-mode Katya was given.))

[aryasillhouette]

Arya pulled herself away from her daydreams at the sound of a male voice. Turning her attention from the window to the guy standing in front of her, it took her no time to understand who dared make such a remark about her hair. “I’m very aware of the way my hair looks, Tristan. If you had any taste in fashions of any kind, you would realize that this is a very fashionable hair style, and took hours to fix.” Arya smirked to him. She wasn’t pleased about being pulled from her daydreams, but it was what was. It had been done. “And if memory serves me properly, I have never been known for wearing anything typical. A fact that the whole school has been aware of for six years now. This is just another way of being myself, having an unusual hair style to match my unusual dress.” Arya reminded the fifth year. Arya knew that Tristan was about as arrogant as most considered her to be, but that made no difference. She was sure that there wasn’t a smirk or comment that he could send her that she couldn’t deal with.

“Some of us aren’t lucky enough to just climb out of bed every morning and our hair be ready for the day.” She commented ever so diligently, aware that he would be giving her yet another one of his over so reliable comments. She couldn’t wait for the retort either. It was always Arya’s pleasure to have a battle of arrogance with someone who thought as highly of themselves as she did. It was something she needed in her life, something that reminded her that no matter how sappy she felt inside, she still had her wits about her and that it showed outside. Turning her attention back to the window, the light shining through it so brightly, some thought of it as just light. Arya realized that the sun also provided warmth and tenderness for the flowers and greenery to bloom. That usually didn’t seem like something a Slytherin would care about, but Arya was transforming, and she wasn’t sure if it was becoming a good transformation or a bad one yet. She wouldn’t be sure about that until it was done.

[Tristan MacCay]

“Ah,” Tristan said at her first comment as he shifted so his back was leaning against the wall but his arms were still crossed, “if you can call that fashion. I think I’d call it an unjust sight that us innocent civilians shouldn’t have to be forced to see, it fits better… I think.” Tristan smirked as he waited for Arya’s reply. Before she could give him one, though, Tristan pounced on the next statement she made. “What makes you think, Arya, that there are people in this school who care enough about you to note what you wear and what you don’t wear day in and day out?” He raised a cocky eyebrow, knowing full well that he sure as hell didn’t make any notes in his mind about her unusual outfits. He could care less about how girls dressed as long as they didn’t force him to wear their clothes. He subconsciously moved his hand to his hair as she mentioned how not everyone was lucky enough to wake up with perfect hair. She was joking right? She thought his hair was perfect in the morning? Oh, Tristan found that rich. It took him hours to get his hair the way he wanted it to, at least – up until he had learnt the simple spell that made it all that much easier a couple of months ago. Tristan let his hand drop before he pushed himself away from the wall to stand beside Arya, who was now looking out the window again.

“My hair doesn’t look ready to go for the day in the morning. I have to style it just like every other normal person on this planet. I just choose to style it like something that doesn’t look like it’ll come alive and eat me,” Tristan was looking out the window as he said this, so his tone was emotionless. He didn’t have the energy in him to be too arrogant, not that now he was so intrigued with what could have captivated her attention so easily. Tristan searched the window, searched the world outside the window, and yet he could still not find what it was that had Arya so entranced with that daze like look on her face. Would he ever be able to understand it? Was there something inside everyone else but him that made them feel something like compassion or a tingle of… admiration or love toward something, even the beauty of the world? It was a thought that he was trying to force himself from thinking. Tristan hated thinking about sad thoughts, it caused him to frown and Tristan frowning isn’t good looking – which was what he was.

There was a silence between them and Tristan couldn’t take it anymore, “What’s so interesting?” he asked with a hint of sarcasm in his voice, trying to cover up the curiosity that really bubbled inside of him.