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Post by danika on Apr 2, 2005 22:01:20 GMT
She never considered herself an outdoors person. Even during her summers in Romania, she avoided the so called fresh air all costs. Birds were loud and annoying, flowers smelled much sweater when they came cut and wrapped from a flouriest, and everything was always wet and dirty. Yet, on this particular Saturday afternoon, she found herself outside of all places. As much as she despised certain elements of nature, they were on occasionally overpowered by certain elements of indoor life at Hogwarts. On occasion, the dungeon common room was too dark and musty, the halls too full of mudbloods and incompetent teachers, and the great hall an intolerably mixture of noise and chaos, and it drove her to walk the stone paths of the courtyard. Today was one of those days. It had not been her original intention that morning, but as afternoon rolled around and she had passed time in almost every area in the castle, resulting in 3 outfit changes, she finally settled into what she considered to be an ‘outdoor’ outfit -- a pair of unfaded jeans with a wide cuffs, topped with a wide necked three-quarter sleeved black sweater over a mesh fabric green and tan halter top with ties in the back that hung down over the fabric of her sweater and a longer tale that came to a point just below her hip on the right side.
She walked, less purposefully than normal ad she was merely killing time, her chunky tan shoes making soft noises on the stone as she the castle moved steadily further and further away.
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Post by Dixie Holden-Greene on Apr 2, 2005 22:32:59 GMT
People have told Dixie that they could always tell what mood she was in by the way she walked, and talked. Today, however, no one stopped to tell her how she was acting. Her stride was powerful and she spoke in short...spurt...of sentences. It made most people annoyed that she wasn't paying much attention to them. Others knew just to deal with it. Today, Dixie was in a bad mood. She never smiled, scowled all day, and smirked the times she didn't scowl. Today was not a good day. Okay, not good for Dix and anyone else who was in her way. Everyone else seemed to be just dandy. And this turned Dixie's day into an even worse chapter. It was like, one disaster after another. First; Dix had spilled her coffee all over her new pair of jeans. Second; She was cornered by a mublood who needed help with homework. Third; She fell asleep in class, well that wasn't too bad, but she did end up getting points taken away. And last; she was up to her knees in homework. If everything else had happened, besides the whole mudblood thing, Dixie could probaly call this day tolerable. But, since that little filthy mudblood Hufflepuff had asked her to help him with his essay, Dix's day was just...rotten-er. It was all Dumbledore's fault anyway. If he had just closed the school to all the filth, everything would be find. Of course, he didn't.
Dix walked out into the courtyard, not really wanting anything to do with anyone. Her mind a race with very bad and horrid ideas. And once, she smiled. A small smile. It tugged at the corner of her lips and caused some teeth to show, but as soon as that smile had appeared, it disappeared. The smile wasn't a friendly one either, it was an evil one. One that told people she was thinking, and thinking hard about something. Plans were forming in her mind, michevious ones, evil ones, harmful ones. Plans that made her seem more evil than what she really was. Dixie was okay with that, though. No harm in people running from you if you have the power. And Dix knew she had the power. She wasn't afraid to show that power to anyone, and if people weren't afraid of her newly found power; they were fools. No. More than fools. Idiots. And this was true. And Dix enjoyed knowing that this was true. She enjoyed walking down the halls and hearing little feet patter off because, she was walking in their midst. She enjoyed asking, no, ordering a small Gryffindor to do something for her. She had power. Maybe not as much as the Queens, but she had power. And she used it. Maybe even abused it. Gryffindor had Potter, and some Gryffs made use of this information. Thinking that if he could be great and brave towards evil Slyths, then so can they. What they weren't aware of, was how wrong they really were.
Dixie hadn't realized how far she had walked, until she heard the rhythmic clunking of some very large sounding shoes. Her eyes cast to the floor, looking at her own black stiletto heeled boots and then looked further forward. A pair of tan shoes walked in the same beat as Dix, and apparently hadn't realized she was there either. Raising her eyes to take in the whole girl, evidently it was a girl by the shoes she wore, Dix suddenly realized who this girl was. Danika Yakov. Slytherin 4th year. Dixie didn't know her personally, but she did know of her. Pure mudblood hater. Power. Dix liked this girl even before she met her. Stopping in mid step, Dixie crossed her arms over her chest and said, "Place is full of them. Mudbloods, I mean. Turn a corner, there's one there. Go into the Great Hall, there's thousands. It's filthy."
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Post by danika on Apr 3, 2005 16:07:30 GMT
Her thoughts were turned to her own purpose and actions, listening to the steady clunk of her shoes on the stone. She was only mildly aware of the steps moving down the stone, giving the noise just enough attention to know identify the noise as a pair of stiletto style heels, and from the steady demanding beat—it was a Slytherin. That was not enough to get her attention though, it wasn’t until she heard the words mudbloods and filthy that her she turned her attention towards the other girl.
“Suffocating would be a more accurate description.”<br>
She didn’t recognize the girl, other that knowing she was from her own house. She didn’t make a habit of knowing her fellow students though as most were simply not worth the effort of knowing. Perhaps though, there was another student who had a reasonable view of mudbloods.
“Danika Yakov” She introduced, nodding slightly as her honey eyes focused on the other girl for the first time.
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Post by Dixie Holden-Greene on Apr 4, 2005 19:14:10 GMT
"Actually, I would rather suffocate then have to deal with mudbloods all day. I'm Dix Holden, pleasure to meet you Danika." Dixie smiled a small, cruel smile and looked at this girl. She looked to be a year or so below her, but that didn't mean anything. Danika had power and she knew it. She also knew how to use it. Dix admired that about people, especially younger people.
"I don't expect much from Dumbeldore, but you would think he would at least show us some respect and not let any of them into Hogwarts. Then again, the imbecile he is, I'm surprised he knows how to run the school. If you can call this," Dixie pointed to a couple of passing by Gryffindors, "running the school." The Gryffindor's looked at her, and she raised an eyebrow.
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Post by danika on Apr 7, 2005 4:49:25 GMT
“I would rather they suffocate while I watch from the sidelines” she replied flatly as she looked her fellow Slytherin over. She had become rather frustrated with the fellow members of her house these days. It seemed that friends in Ravenclaw and Gryffidor were simply accepted behavior despite the fact they blood was dirtier than the stones she was walking upon. This girl though…perhaps there was another with a reasonable view of the class system.
“Well, it is a school…and it is…running. Running well could be a completely different thing though. He has no respect for blood, and no understanding of the fact that some wizards are simply better than others and no amount of training will change that. I am counting the days until some reasonable wizard realized that a fool he is and removes him to return this school to a worthy institute of magical education.”
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Post by Dixie Holden-Greene on Apr 7, 2005 5:34:38 GMT
Dixie nodded her head in agreement. Danika had a point there, watching them suffocate would be much more enjoyable than her own death. All that filth running around the school, people who didn't know better would think there was nothing worth living for in the wizarding world. Then again that mightn't be too horrible, maybe then muggles would stop over-populating the wizarding world with their intolerable offspring. If they could be called that, "It's sick. Everyday another mudblood is born. Everyday one gets magic. Everyday our world is crushed." Dix stated distantly. Her mind a whir with thoughts.
"The problem with people these days, is that no one stands up. No one takes control. That's what the school needs. Someone who can handle the power and be able to control what goes on. Everyone's too frightened on how it might end up. If you ask me, a true pureblood wouldn't be frightened. And believe me, it would be a pureblood in charge. There is no way in hell I would respect someone lower than pure." Dix went on, going off a little on what Danika had said. Dix didn't mean many Slytherins anymore who believed what she did. Her own sister didn't care if there were mudbloods around. As long as they don't get in my way, I'll be fine. Dix remembered Mack telling her once. Dix couldn't have that.
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Post by danika on Apr 19, 2005 12:29:06 GMT
She nodded in agreement to Dix’s comment, thankful that she had finally encountered someone with a similar view. It seemed that everyone was so accepting of mudbloods and other unworthy race’s. They rolled over and played dead when they should stand up and fight.
“Its not just being pure that matters; its being the right kind of pure, and that type is few and far between. No one has the strength anymore to stand up and claim the world that belongs to us. We are being overpopulated with mubloods and no one cares. It is sickening! One would think there would be enough of us left to revolt, to claim control, but no one is willing to stand up and start it. As you said, they are all afraid.”
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