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Post by Sirius Black on Aug 20, 2009 3:15:15 GMT -7
Twila's foot hit the back of her bag and she made a small huff of irritation, ducking her head slightly to make sure there weren't any marks on her boots or her bag. That bag had cost more than the combined wardrobes of the students around her, and while she could certainly afford a replacement, she didn't really want to. She was, sad to say, sort of attached to this one, which had been purchased at her favorite boutique back home in Paris. She never felt fully prepared for class without her bag. A replacement simply wouldn't do.
She turned her attention back to the papers she was supposed to be grading for Professor Flitwick. Twila wished she was back in her bed, with her designer sheets and her silk pajamas. It didn't matter that it was four in the afternoon- she had been up all night, and it had required makeup spells to hide the dark circles under her eyes. Alas, she had been caught returning to her dorm at six this morning, and had been assigned detention. Now here she was in the fifth years' charms class, grading papers off a key. It was so boring her eyes were crossing, and she had to keep blinking to make them focus. She wasn't free until she had graded all of them, and there had to be at least two hundred of the damn things.
She evaluated the class around, her mind sliding from the papers to something that had been bothering her a lot lately: the halloween masquerade. Twila had never gone the previous years, detesting social functions, but it never failed that someone asked her to go with them. This year, nothing. She didn't dare not have a date lined up at least a month in advance- she didn't want to look like one of those sad losers that went with just anyone. She needed to snag someone respectable, quick. She looked around, picking out one boy who caught her eye. Not bad looking, but he wasn't Lucius either. However, Twila knew who he was. Well, maybe not his name, but he was pureblooded, and he was rich- even though his family wasn't as rich as the LaCroixs or the Malfoys. Oh well. In a pinch, he'd have to do.
She caught his eye and tilted her head slightly, crooking her finger at him, gesturing for him to come over.
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Post by Nyalna on Aug 21, 2009 21:13:06 GMT -7
Scipio lounged back in his seat with his fingers folded behind his head lazily glancing around the class. Flickwit shot him dirty looks atop his stack of books serving as a podium and Skip smiled back whenever he caught them. His wand, technically, should’ve been drawn like the other students in the class who were waving there wand around like idiots. With a sniff, he shook his head in amusement and simply further reclined. He’d get the spell quickly enough, probably faster on his own than with these bumbling buffoons. And as for the homework part, well, there were always people around to do that for him.
His uniform was untidy as usual though not in a sloppy manner per se. Just more personalized. His robe was off, slung across the back of his seat, with his sleeves folded up to his elbows, tie loose, shirt untucked, and collar popped. It was close as he could get to his normal grunge look without soiling or tearing apart his uniform. Blonde hair slightly spiked and ruffled, his piercing blue eyes confidently scanned the room (and the girls of course).
His eyes feel on Twila, as they frequently did, and he was mildly surprised to see her beckoning him over. She/ was undoubtedly the best catch in the room and would benefit him the most. She was hot. She was rich. And the social status was always a plus too. He had also heard she was a total bitch most of the time. But hey bad personality hardly outweighed the benefits.
He stood up, ignoring Flickwit’s glare on his back, as he strutted over to where Twila sat grading papers. “’ello there,” he said casually as he sat down beside her. “What can I do for you, missy?”
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Post by Sirius Black on Aug 21, 2009 21:23:16 GMT -7
Twila scrunched up her nose when he referred to her as "missy," and she had half a mind to tell him exactly where to stick his wand. That would hardly be productive, however, so she simply raised a brow at him instead and jerked her chin towards the empty seat next to her, not saying a single word until he sat down. "Twila." She said slightly, holding back a growl of irritation that he wasn't showing her the respect she deserved. "My name is Twila. As you should well know."
She gave him a pointed look and shoved the papers she was grading to the edge of the desk, clearly bored. "Who are you?" She asked, turning her head to stare at him, her gaze unwavering and almost downright challenging. Her hair fell over her shoulder when she had turned, and the scent of jasmine wafted pleasantly off of her as she studied him. She wasn't sure just how much impertinence she would handle just to get a date to the ball, but some small part of her thought that she was desperate enough to put up with him. Sighing inaudibly, she tried to melt her ice queen exterior a little bit (which was extremely hard for her to do, as Twila never let anyone get close enough to her to get past it,) as she stated more quietly, "I was wondering what your plans for the, uh, masquerade are?"
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Post by Nyalna on Aug 30, 2009 20:04:47 GMT -7
Scipio was a little taken aback by her forthright unfriendliness, finding it a little socially awkward to tell the truth. Here’s where that bitchy part came into play he guessed. “Yes I know who you are. Doesn’t well…pretty much everyone?” he said once he comfortably situated himself in the seat taking a position similar to the one he had been in before he had been summoned over. Casual and lazily. “I am Scipio Scroggs at your service ma’am.” He half expected her to ask for rank and title judging by how high strung she was acting. He stared right back at her. Though not with fear or challenge. Just curiosity. He could smell her and boy, did she smell good. He breathed in deeply though quietly. “So far no plans beyond possibly not going or maybe going and finding something more fun to do afterwards.” His tone was mildly suggestive. He doubted the dance would be much fun. Probably some band that blowed would be onstage or even worse, no band at all but an orchestra. The after party would be much more fun. Whether that meant sex, or jumping into the lake or simply throwing a better party down in the Slytherin common room he hadn’t decided yet.
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Post by Sirius Black on Aug 30, 2009 20:17:53 GMT -7
Twila blinked, seeming just as taken aback as he was by his sheer frankness. She was used to being feared and loved, she wasn't used to someone acting like she was a rational human being. It was... odd. Yet, somewhat nice.
She held his gaze, her challenge seeming to drop and instead it was replaced by what seemed to be confusion, an emotion Twila never showed to others. "I see. It seems I, ah, find myself in need of a date for the ball. I was wondering if you'd do me the honor?"
Twila did raise a brow at his suggestive tone, finding it both a complete turn off and yet oddly charming, in a very bizarre way. She would never admit it in a million years, but she was completely out of her element when it came to sexual dalliances, all part of the being "feared" thing. Not that she didn't want to explore more about it.... it was just hard finding someone she cared enough to explore.
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Post by Nyalna on Sept 1, 2009 20:58:43 GMT -7
Scipio raised a brow right back at her, feeling a little more comfortable since she hadn’t snapped at him yet. He was suddenly not so sure if she was as tough as she liked to act. He had seen her do magic. And no doubt, she was a powerful witch. However, she seemed to be more complex than your average Slytherin prick. Like…*cough* Lucius Malfoy *cough*.
“Well, from what I’ve heard, it would be an honor for me to take you to the dance, Miss High and Mighty,” he said playfully but only half jokingly. “Your social status might drop a few points. Are you sure you want to go with such a lowly fellow such as I?”
Not that Scipio was unpopular. He just didn’t run in the same circle. He was a flirt among the ladies and minor annoyance to the Hogwarts staff. He didn’t exactly qualify as Lord of the Universe, although sometimes he did think he could run it a whole lot better than whoever was in charge upstairs. Or at least make it more fun.
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Post by Sirius Black on Sept 1, 2009 21:18:11 GMT -7
Twila let out a soft laugh. "So I've been told." She leaned closer to him, her face mere, teasing inches from his. "Even queens like to slum it sometimes." With a smirk, she straightened again as if nothing had happened between them. "So, would that be a yes, Mr. Scroggs?"
"Oh, and Scipio? It's Miss Queen of the Universe now. I graduated from Miss High and Mighty two years ago."
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Post by Nyalna on Sept 4, 2009 15:09:25 GMT -7
Scipio grinned coyly as her face loomed closer to his. He could’ve probably kissed her nose if he had wanted to. He took pride in being called the slums. It connoted rough, exhilarating, and also sounded unusually charming. “Miss, you’ve got yourself a date.”
He laughed quietly to himself. “I’m sorry I didn’t pay my respects upon approach your Majesty. No wonder you were so haughty. I’ll be happy to stand up and bow if you wish.”
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Post by Sirius Black on Sept 4, 2009 20:39:31 GMT -7
"Excellent." Twila purred, leaning back in her chair, her eyes closing slightly. He was charming, she had to admit. Not at all like Lucius... and maybe that was why she found herself so won over by him.
"You can show off your groveling at another time..." Twila smirked, quirking a brow at him in an almost suggestive manner. "Perhaps in the common room later, hmm?"
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Post by Nyalna on Sept 21, 2009 10:18:17 GMT -7
Scipio stared back at her and quickly raised his brows, in a sultry fashion. He coyly looked away with a devilish smile. "Or in my dormitory." He shot a backwards glance at her before looking ahead of him.
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Post by Sirius Black on Oct 17, 2009 16:39:43 GMT -7
"Only if you're very, very lucky." Twila smirked, raising a brow. Just to tease him- since it wasn't like they could do very much in class- she took her foot and gently ran it up his leg, an innocent expression on her face as she turned her eyes back to the papers on her desk.
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