Just Bored ((Dixie))

[marina]

((I'm terribly sorry that the post is rather bad, as well as the title, and that it took me so long to get the post up. Sadly, my grandfather just passed away, so I've been really busy with all that stuff, and I haven't been able to get on very much at all.))

Marina arrived at Hogsmeade, her danty, silk green purse in hand. She didn't like going to Hogsmeade, but it was better than Diagon Alley, and she was actually rather glad that the village had been destroyed, so she didn't have to be forced into going there. She smirked with satisfaction at that thought, as she started her small trip, walking down the rather bright village of Hogsmeade. She hated sunlight that was extremely too bright, because it brung out all of the filfthy halfbloods and mudbloods.

She stopped at a bookstore, to look around, grimancing at how many people who in the small shop. She scowled at a few, as they pushed past her, and finally relized that she was too good for this place, espcialy if there were all these little filfthy blooded children walking around the place. She walked out of the shop, having been in there for about two to five minutes. She ran her hands, through her dirty blond hair, straightening herself out, and going about her small journey.

[Dixie Holden-Greene]

"I think it's absolutely absurd that they have small branches of each store that was in Diagon, in Hogsmeade now. Don't you, Merry?" Dixie asked snottily, and obnoxiously so the shop-owner could hear. Her house-elf did a quick nod. She knew better than to actually speak to Dixie, it wasn't allowed unless Dixie told her to. Merry was small, and pink, and she had a loop in her left ear. She wore a small and tattered towel, which was disgusting looking, and she was quite worn out. She was old, she had been in the Marvil blood line for generations. Marvil was Pamela's maiden name, and the woman had finally had some common sense to ask her parents for some help.

Dixie smirked and shoved the baby blue sweater back onto the shelf, before stalking out of the shop. It was disgusting how little they had at those branches. The actual shops in Diagon were much better, much more welcomed in Dixie's mind. She scowled mentally at the death eaters who had decided to attack Diagon Alley, it was a nuisance that she despirsed hearing about. She didn't want to be reminded of it, and yet everywhere she went- she was. First the attacks on Diagon, then the attacks on the universities. It was all too much, and as much as Dix was taking pleasure in the pain the Death Eaters were inflicting on those below worthy, she was getting quite agitated with the fact that they kept attacking.

The sun shone down on Dix, and she didn't mind- she knew it made her look better than she already did. Merry followed after her, carrying the bags of things Dix had decided to purchase that were worth purchasing. She headed down the street of Hogsmeade and came upon a shop. A girl came out, a Slytherin- Dixie knew that much. Thought her name was Marina. Dixie nodded, as she watched the girl who seemed to be disgusted with the surroundings; "Not suitable place for you princess?"

[marina]

Marina looked up, as she had heard a voice. She raised her eyebrow at the girl, that looked just a bit older than her. Marina eyed the girl up and down, and she reconized her a bit, as a Slytherin, in the year above herself, sixth. "No..." she replied causually, still with her eyebrows raised, and eyeing the girl. "Those wretched fiflthy bloods are everywhere! At least Diagon Alley wasn't like this. They had to go and blow the place up, at least this place wouldn't be so crowded with those muggleborns and half-breeds, if they hadn't." she said, moving her eyes over the surroundings.

Her eyes soon fell upon a small, pink house elf. "Cute..." she mused, with a hint of sarcasim in her voice, as she smirked a bit. Marina never brought her house elves with her, although it meant carrying her own bags. She found them quite disgusting, and she barely even let those stupid creatures, in her room. Only to clean, and for Marina to give them orders of course. "Marina Williamson." she introduced herself, looking back up at the girl. "Slytherin, fifth year... and you are...?" she asked, drawling out her voice.

[Dixie Holden-Greene]

Dix smirked with a glint of malice in her eyes, "Not every worthy person feels the urge to grace you with their presence. So, who's to say this isn't where you belong? With mudbloods and mutts?" She raised an eyebrow with her lips pursed. This girl was too quick to fight, and Dix disliked that. She shifted her weight from one leg to another and looked this girl up and down. Marina didn't seem to know who Dixie was, which was surprising- almost everyone knew who she was, if not by who her father was then by having been in the same house as her for awhile.

"If you don't know who I am, that shows you aren't very connected in the pureblood wizarding world. I'm Dixie Holden. Derreck Holden's eldest daughter, and heir to the fortune. Of course, I wouldn't expect someone like you to know that. You're a bit, out of the loop, wouldn't you say?" Dixie taunted. She was having some fun. Merry toppled to the left a bit underneath all the weight. Dixie scowled and rolled her eyes as she faced the pink vermin.

"Be careful with that! It's very important merchandise! Take it to Mother. NOW!" She pointed toward the exit of the village and shrieked at Merry, who backed away with a whimper and staggered off to the exit. From there she would apparate home. Dixie scowled, "Filthy vermin..." She muttered before turning back to Marina. "So if you dislike this place so damn much then why do you come here? It seems to me that you hate anything that can be better than you are."

[marina]

Marina listened to the girl say her first next few sentences, a slight glare coming to her face. She chuckled a bit, sarcastically and replied, "Excuse me? With these people that dare to call themselves a witch or wizard? Uh... I don't think so." she said the last part, with a bit of a sarcastic smile. "Honestly..." she muttered to herself. This girl seemed to be in her own little world, where she thought that she was the queen of everything or something. Whatever it was, Marina really thought that she should snap back into reality, and, well, she just didn't like her.

The girl then said that she was Dixie Holden, the daughter of Derek Holden, and the heir to their fortune, or something like that. Marina wasn't really paying attention, since she didn't feel the need to. "Hmm," she said simply, ignoring her last comment about being a 'loop'. "Must have slipped my mind..." she finished, going off casually, and meaning to trail off. Now that she thought about it, she did recognize the name, Holden. So this, Dixie, must have been the older sister of the infamous Mackenzie Holden. Just about everybody in Slytherin was talking about her last year.

Marina watched, with a bit of muse, as she watched Dixie, as she talked with the little pink elf, and what not. "Well, it is the only other well known village. Besides, usually Hogsmeade isn't like this, and how do you expect me to know when and when not the unworthy breeds will be migrating here?" she asked smugly, and you could tell in her voice, that this was one of the questions, that wasn't meant to be answered. She sarcastically chuckled again, when Dixie said that Marina probably didn't like places, because they could be better than her. "Hmm... well, if that you say, is true, then they can be better than you as well, ever thought of that, princess?" she asked, repeating the nickname that Dixie had called her earlier.

[Dixie Holden-Greene]

"How often do you come to Hogsmeade? It's always like this. Crowded with filth. I'm just here often enough to tolerate it until I get home, then I use scourgify on myself." Dixie spat at the girl with distaste. A swift came and swept back her hair a little, and Dixie pulled at it lightly to keep it down. She sighed and crossed her arms. This girl was bothering her. She apparently couldn't come up with any better insults than those Dix was giving her. Even her nickname was a repeat of what Dixie said.

She shrugged; "If it is better than me, I admit it. But then I think of three ways that I am better than it- and I'm content. But you probably can't even come up with one original idea, could you? You're brain is too minute to think of such a thing. So tiny to even begin to comprehend such a task at hand. It'll probably give you a severe headache where you would have to lie down in bed and cry about how the light hurts your eyes, and how you need your filthy servants to wait on you hand and foot- where if you were an actual pureblood you would know better than to let them touch you. But I suppose you're too fragile to stand alone, let alone cross the street without your mummy holding your hand."