An angel? ((Maryn))

[ariana]

Ariane looked impeccable like she always did. Long blond hair being held back by golden hair-clips as natural locks tumbled down Ariane’s back. A thin golden chain surrounded her neck with a small golden angel – that had been made with unbelievable accuracy, so you could see the finger and facial features of the angel – was hanging from it. Her clothes were impeccable as well – not a wrinkle anywhere, no piece of dusts or lint anywhere on her deep Bordeaux-coloured silk-shirt. A wide belt that drew attention to Ariane’s slim waist and white silk-pants. Perhaps the clothing would have been too much for some people, but Ariane wore the outfit with pride. Her hips already had a slight swing to them – a habit learned from dancing classes. Ariane was an aristocrat and she had had a proper upbringing. She already was a lady – she didn’t have to learn anymore to become one.

The silk swished quietly as Ariane sauntered down the hallway. Her parents and friends had told her a lot about Hogwarts and despite the outrageous number of mudbloods and half-bloods in the school– honestly, which self-respecting wizard or witch would marry a muggle? – the castle itself was most definitely enchanting. Ariane wasn’t afraid of getting lost, even though this was the first time she was walking down these hallways alone. She could trace her way back exitedly the way she came here as Ariane remembered the portraits, gobelains and statues on the way.

Passing a window Ariane noticed Phospor – her eagle-owl – flying behind the windows and so Ariane stopped at the next window. Almost automatically picking a location so the sun shining in would shine onto her hair and bring out her best features, Ariane opened the window. Phospor landed gracefully on the window-sill and Ariane took he letter from his leg before the owl took off again. One glance assured Ariane that the letter was from her parents. Most likely congratulating her over being sorted into Slytherin. Not that there was ever any doubt in which house Ariane rightfully belonged. Not bothering to close the window Ariane slid the envelope pen scanning the brief text there quickly. She had been correct – her parents were congratulating her. And letting her know that for winter-vacation they would be going to the Caribbean. An angelic smile showing her content slid over Ariane’s face as she refolded the letter and placed it back into the envelope carrying the Dianne family-crest.

[Maryn Livley]

Maryn was late again. She raced about her dorm sorting through her clothes looking for something appropriate to wear. Maryn was obsessed with fashion. She and her best friend Piper had been shopping savants since they were eight years old. Clothes were flying everywhere as she searched for the perfect outfit. She was to meet her best friend Piper and Piper's Hufflepuff friends by the lake. Maryn didn't care she just going outside. She had always dressed a little more than casual. She quickly found her favorite pink funky skirt, her red "I'm crazy, get over it" tee shirt, gold sequin summer scarf, and gold flip flops. The combo looked great together. Maryn put on the outfit and quickly fixed her long blond hair and applied her favorite make-up. She looked in the mirror. "Perfect." She said and quickly ran out of her dorm. Maryn always dressed a little funky. She didn't want to dress like other girls. She was her own person and she wanted everyone to know it.

Maryn raced the halls. By then she was more than late. Maryn knew they wouldn't mind, but she hated being the last one to arrive at places. The last people usually miss the fun and excitement. Maryn tried to fix her hair as she ran, wanting to make it perfect again. Maryn saw an owl deliver a note to someone up ahead. She ignored it and kept up her pace. She didn't even notice the person was right ahead of her. When she saw the flicker of clothing she stopped forcefully. She had stopped right in front of someone who was facing in her direction. She had barely touched whoever it was and was sure they wouldn't mind. Until, she saw the person's face. It was a first year Slytherin she knew to be Ariane. She hadn't ever met the girl, but she had seen her and heard of her. She knew many Gryffindors that weren't found of there introduction to Ariane and Maryn wasn't looking forward to hers. But, she didn't care who this girl thought she was. Maryn could take anything she said and bring back something worse. Maryn stood their waiting for a reply. As she waited she saw Ariane's angel neckless. She couldn't help thinking to herself. "She's no angel."

[ariana]

Ariane heard the bounding footsteps on the stone-floor and mentally sneered. No one would EVER see her running so ungracefully and right now she couldn’t think of anything that would make her rush forward. If she was invited somewhere she made sure she was exactly on time. Not that any such occasion would start without her making an appearance before. But running was so… ungraceful. Not to mention that such stomping was absolutely tactless. Ariane raised cool eye-brows as the girl stopped in front of her. Ariane coolly finished folding the letter and fitted it neatly into the envelope before looking at the girl. She was taller than Ariane and most certainly tacky and older.

A cool arch of Ariane’s eye-brow as she pointedly took time to take in the other girl’s clothes. Pink skirt, golden flip-flops… how much further could you go? She was older than Ariane, sure, but she wore a hint of real gold. This girl just tried to glitter and the outcome was… Ariane couldn’t really think of a fitting word. Fake perhaps?
“I would expect an apology and some more proper behavior,” Ariane’s eyes lingered on her scarf and shoes pointedly, “But due to obviously having no understanding of style and creating an almost hurting effect I understand that it would be asking too much from you. Obviously one of those Gryffindors. I understand that people with damaged brain or mentally handicapped people are selected there… but really, do you have to come and ruin the milieu and scenery for normal people?”

And almost angelic smile accompanied Ariane’s words as she brushed her hair backwards. Turning Ariane slowly sauntered away with an unmistakable sway of her hips. Ariane didn’t doubt – she knew she was better than most and that gave her an approachable aura. Who could compete or even be equal to her? So Ariane didn’t have to bother trying to overcome others or being better. She knew it and that was what made people move out of her way. But she seriously despised people like that girl who just spoiled the air and view for others? Couldn’t they have been shipped somewhere – Australia perhaps? – where they could never leave and therefore not bother others?

[Maryn Livley]

Ariane made some rude comments and wanted an apology. Who does she think she is? Maryn thought. She could understand the apology, but wasn't sure why Slytherins needed to make other people feel bad. "Are they that insecure?" She thought. Maryn wasn't in any way upset by Ariane's words. If Slytherins needed to make people feel like that then she would let them. Besides, it would only hurt them in the long run. "Sorry." Maryn apologized. "I'm late." She said coolly. "Proper behavior sure." Maryn replied. "But, if you would like for me to act proper you better do so yourself. You can start with being less strict for something that was obviously an accident. As for my style, that's my business. So, if you don't like it, then don't look at it. I prefer not to look like everyone else, especially Slytherins. You all look the same, rich and rude. If we're mentally handicapped then please feel free to tell the aurors that were on the train. I'm sure at least one of them was in Gryffindor and without them more people would have died. It would have been quite amusing if you got hurt by you're people."

Maryn wasn't going to get overly rude with Ariane. She kept her voice at one level trying to act calm. If Ariane wants to act rude and let everyone hate her then she can talk all she wants. Maryn thought. As for Maryn's style she wasn't going to talk to Ariane about that. It was none of her concern. Maryn looked at Ariane's clothes. She looks like she is at a prom. Maryn kept thinking. Maryn didn't understand why Slytherins dressed so proper. Did they not understand that people laughed at them for dressing like they were above everyone else.

Ariane turned and Maryn rushed passed her, but before turning the corner she looked back towards Ariane. "Nice look." Maryn said. It sounded sincere on the outside, but she didn't mean it on the inside. It looked flashy and showy. Maryn knew her ensemble was the same way, but Maryns made a statement. It said who she was. Ariane's clothes just said look at me I'm rich. Maryn turned the corner and then went outside to find her friends. "Ah, nice people." She said to herself as she approached them.

[ariana]

Ariane let out a soft laughter and stopped to look back at Maryn over her shoulder. A cocky arch of her eye-brow: “Really, but if you look so fake? Fake glitter, gilded – what’s next? Trying to make yourself sparkle? At least if I wear gold, then it’s real and suitable placed so it wouldn’t clash with my age and features. Even my every-day clothes have more class than the rags you have dug out somewhere. And I wouldn’t call it your style as no one with style could stand to look at you.”

Ariane turned her head and walked forward with her words floating back towards Maryn: “And I wouldn’t be forced to look if you hadn’t almost ran into me and now you are following me down the hallway like a lost puppy? Do understand that even my house-elves have more class to do everything with more subtetly.”
Ariane looked at Maryn with pity in her eyes as she seated herself on a small couch in a an alcove under a window as she passed: “The aurors? But a person – just a mudblood, but still – died. Obviously the aurors weren’t good enough to do their job.”

Ariane smirked at Maryn before leaning back and making herself comfortable once again as she picked up a book she had left on the couch the day before. SO dirtyblooded girl form Hufflepuff had died. Not a loss really. Ariane’s father had told her to stay away form the last compartments of the train and Ariane had complied without any questions asked. Father was a good Death Eater who was completely loyal to the Dark Lord. Perhaps the order to make sure Ariane who was worthy to stay away from the end of the train had came from Him? Ariane smiled with satisfaction at the thought. One day she would stand proudly by the side of his lord and watch him triumph.