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Post by Nyalna on Jul 30, 2009 9:32:04 GMT -7
Aquila grudgingly walked down the hall to her least favorite class. Arithmency. The subject not only being insufferable but as well as having to share this class with her lovely brother. Phoenix. Not only was he her twin, which automatically put him on her annoyance list. He was also undoubtedly good at math while alas it was something Aquila struggled with. Something Aquila hated. And the little 1st year Slytherin beside her was definitely not putting her in a better mood.
“So I was thinking Aquila, that maybe sometime you could show me that one curse,” said the little Slythie, who had been prattling on about her interest in hexes the whole five minutes it had taken Aquila to get from the Slytherin common room to the 6th Floor.
“And I was thinking,” Aquila said in a mockingly happy tone, “that maybe you should get lost or I won’t show you squat.” She smiled pleasantly as she looked down at her and blinked a few times in annoyance.
The other girl’s shoulders slumped down in embarrassment as if she was trying to make herself smaller under Aquila’s gaze. “Yes of course, Aquila. I’m sorry to have been talking so much. I can see your…busy…” She backed away before turning around and scampering back towards the stairs.
Aquila grinned and gave a triumphant “Hmph” before continuing towards the classroom.
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Post by Sirius Black on Jul 30, 2009 11:03:40 GMT -7
"Was that really necessary?" Phoenix asked with a sigh, falling in line behind his sister. His messenger bag was slung over his shoulder, and it looked like it might explode with books if he made any sudden movements. "It's our job as upperclassmen to help the younger students, not make them cry." He observed mildly.
He and his sister had a mixed sort of a relationship, close one moment, and then, for absolutely no reason at all, enemies the next. Part of this had to do with a difference in temperment- Phoenix was generally calmer than her, and it had led to plenty of explosions.
He was rather relaxed walking into the classroom, because Arithmancy was one of his better subjects, to his sister's annoyance. Numbers made sense to him in a way that made them sort of friends- they never steered him wrong, and therefore, he found them positively fascinating. Not so with Aquila.
Phoenix sat in one of the chairs in the middle, pulling out his quill and parchment.
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Post by Nyalna on Jul 30, 2009 11:21:57 GMT -7
Aquila looked at Phoenix and shook her head. “I didn’t make her cry. I just made her go away,” she said as if it were a legitimate excuse for her behavior. “You’d be annoyed too if you had heard the way she’s been rambling for the past five minutes. Stupid firsties.”
Even though Phoenix had chided her, today she was in a fairly good mood with her brother. Of course, that could change in an instant’s notice. But being the first few weeks of school, for some reason Aquila had gone into protective mode of her brother. “So how is everything over in Ravenclaw?” she asked politely, though she had made it clear that she had some disdain for the house. It wasn’t right that Phoenix hadn’t been sorted into Slytherin. Everyone in the Rosier family had been sorted into Slytherin. She worried about it. Something was already clearly wrong with him with his love of mudbloods. “Any girls in your life whose hair I need to set on fire?”
She walked in front of him into the classroom. Yes, Aquila definitely wore the pants in this relationship. She sat down in her usual seat beside Phoenix. Whether she was mad at him or not, she always sat there. She may hate the fact that he could do arithmency or not and she definitely hated that she had to depend on him. But she wasn’t stupid. She knew she wouldn’t be able to pass the class without sitting next to her brother so she could see what he was doing. His notes made more sense than whatever the teacher was usually going on about.
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Post by Sirius Black on Jul 30, 2009 11:30:24 GMT -7
"Aquila." Phoenix said quietly, his tone mildly disapproving of her reason. No one else would have picked up on it, however, and they both knew he wouldn't say anything else about it, no matter how much it bothered him that his sister could be so casually cruel and not even care.
He shrugged at her question, extracting his arithmancy text from his bag and setting it on the table next to his other supplies. "It's Ravenclaw." He said vaguely, a little uncomfortable. He was very aware that being sorted into the tower rather than the dungeons further cemented his black sheep status, but he was at a loss what to do to make the others see it less as a pariah-ship and more of... of what? An honor? A blessing? He had no idea. "Lots of studying, lots of intellectual persuits, very few loud parties."
He shook his head at Aquila's comment about girlfriends. Sure, he liked girls, but he never knew exactly what to do to obtain one. Therefore, his answer was always the same. "Afraid not. Though if I did, you'd surely already know about it- it would be an event so unexpected it would go down in the history books."
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Post by Nyalna on Jul 30, 2009 22:31:19 GMT -7
Aquila as usual ignored Phoenix’s disapproval. She knew he wouldn’t go beyond a slightly stern tone of voice anyway. He wasn’t quite assertive enough. Another attribute Aquila did not understand. Though the two twins were both highly intelligent, they were also extremely contrasting. Like night and day or black and white. With Aquila being the dark and Phoenix being the light.
She opened her own green messenger bag and grudgingly removed the fat text book and loudly banged it down on her desk. “Sounds a tad bit boring. Not that I don’t enjoy intellectual pursuits,” Aquila said seriously, herself being a resourceful person who actually spent a lot of time in the library. “But there is nothing wrong with recreation in moderation.”
She snorted. “Yes. She’d also be the first girl in the last couple of centuries to be quartered and drawn. Oh and having her entrails tortuously removed and burned in front of her.” Silently she added to herself, ‘Unless she was a well connected, pure-blood girl which I doubt she would be.’
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Post by Sirius Black on Jul 31, 2009 5:33:45 GMT -7
"It's not boring. It's very conducive to reading." Phoenix surpressed the urge to bang his head against his desk. Sometimes talking with Aquila was like talking to a wall, and trying to extract reason from it was even more difficult.
Phoenix winced at her comment, though he could find no rebuttal. It was true, no matter what female he brought home, she would never be good enough for his family.
"What about you?" Phoenix asked suddenly, more thrilled to get the spotlight off of him than really interested, though he wasn't indifferent, either. "How fares the green and silver dungeons? I notice you seem to have made a new friend." He raised his brow at her. Everyone had made note that his sister seemed to be moving up in the Slytherin clique, and though Aquila was probably thrilled, Phoenix certainly wasn't. Lucius Malfoy and Twila LaCroix were no doubt bound for Azkaban the minute they graduated Hogwarts. He didn't want to see his sister go the same way.
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Post by Nyalna on Jul 31, 2009 8:34:44 GMT -7
“Agreed,” said Aquila. “But parties and a social life are conductive to. Don’t let school interfere with your education.” She smiled. Phoenix could be so stuffy sometimes. Even if he could help her pass arithmency, he wouldn’t last a week out in a street or at least, anywhere without a book to guide him along. She caught him wince and gained a small amount of satisfaction. It wasn’t that she liked to see her brother in pain, per se. In fact, she would probably obliterate anyone who tried to mess with Phoenix. However, his absurd and peculiar behavior needed some…correction.
“Oh the usual. Mostly power-hungry twits trying to take over the house,” said Aquila, bored. Slytherins were known for their ambition and while she could appreciate setting high standards, it was embarrassing that many of her house held only that one of the many noble qualities of their founder and drew upon it like wolves on a corpse. “I don’t know if friend is the right word at the moment. But allies, yes.” She sniffed indifferently. Phoenix was not unaware of the dark activities in the Rosier home or Aquila’s involvement.
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Post by Sirius Black on Jul 31, 2009 8:52:14 GMT -7
"If that's your idea of education, I'm frankly a little worried." Phoenix sighed, running his hands through his hair. He wished class would hurry up and start, because then it would put him off the spot with his sister.
While he was very aware of the sorts of activities his family found acceptable, but they didn't sit well with him. He didn't see the point in blood mania, and he didn't see the point in trying to set yourself as better than someone else. It was all so stupid.
"Aquila..." He chose his words very carefully, his fingers nervously toying with his quill. Despite their differences in opinion, he didn't want to see his sister hurt. "I really don't think your new social group is a good idea..."
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Post by Nyalna on Aug 2, 2009 17:35:39 GMT -7
Aquila sighed, getting frustrated with Phoenix. Stupid Ravenclaws-they were a bunch of classroom loving freaks who were in for a rude awakening the minute they left Hogwarts and didn’t have a professor to guide them through life. They just didn’t understand that they needed more skills in life than how to compute some retarded equation. School studies did not teach you how to behave and survive in society, out in the much more cruel real world. Phoenix might as well kill Madam Pince and take place her in the library for the rest of his life. Something Aquila could probably arrange now that she thought about it.
Aquila looked at him disdainfully as he chastised her. Though he had not been impertinent, Phoenix even insinuating what she should and should not do was out of line in her mind. Like a five year-old ordering his mother around. “I expect you don’t think a lot of the things I do are good ideas,” she snapped. “But you wouldn’t really know because you’ve never tried them.”
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Post by Sirius Black on Aug 2, 2009 17:46:28 GMT -7
"Aquila." Phoenix sighed and rested his forehead against the desk, trying to collect his senses. Getting Aquila angry would just garuntee he would have a lot more attention than he wanted, not just from her, but the other students in the classroom as well. Phoenix wasn't a particular fan of attention of any sort, as it made him feel as if his tongue weighed one thousand pounds. Nothing intelligent ever came out of his mouth under pressure.
"I know you've heard the rumors about that LaCroix girl... if you piss her off, she'd think nothing of killing you. Hell, she'd probably get away with it, too. I just don't want to see anything happen to you, is all." He mumbled, feeling his cheeks warm up. His voice was barely audible, but he didn't notice.
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Post by Nyalna on Aug 2, 2009 18:11:05 GMT -7
Unlike Phoenix, Aquila didn’t mind the pairs of eyes meekly looking over at the duo at her small outburst. In fact, she almost yearned for them. She loved being the centre of the attention; she had been an actress after all. That was another thing that struck her as unusual about her brother. Though he’d clearly been the universe and beyond to the pair’s mother, while Aquila had mostly been left to herself, somehow he shied away from other people’s notice. It was official. He was abnormal.
“I’m more powerful than her,” she hissed quietly matching Phoenix’s decibel level. “She can’t kill me. By the time she does have the same amount of knowledge as me, she will be sister and sisters do not kill each other.” She meant figuratively of course in the future ranks of the wizarding world. But also as she spoke Aquila thought to herself that Twila someday could also literally be the sister/sibling she’d never had. Or at least never found in Phoenix.
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Post by Sirius Black on Aug 2, 2009 18:20:21 GMT -7
Phoenix looked up sharply when Aquila mentioned that LaCroix snob being a "sister". The idea rankled him for two reasons: one, because he was Aquila's real sibling, and even though they didn't always get along, the fact that she craved a fake bond with a girl who would probably end up in Azkaban before she graduated rather than his company hurt. It also made him angry because Phoenix had heard the whispers, not just from his housemates, but Aquila's as well, about Twila's reputation. Even raised among pureblooded, racist witches and wizards, Phoenix saw Twila as more dangerous than a lot of them. She cared about no one and nothing, and he had no doubt she would betray his sister to save her own worthless skin.
"You can't become friends with that... that... bitch!" Phoenix's eyes widened at his own outburst, and he didn't feel like he could control his mouth as he continued, "I won't let you!"
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Post by Nyalna on Aug 16, 2009 20:03:45 GMT -7
Aquila froze and locked eyes with Phoenix, her golden eyes growing dark and moody narrowing into a dangerous glare. She started to shake slightly in anger like a caged animal rattling the bars. Aquila’s mind was the monster and her body was the prison. She growled lowly resisting the urge not to pounce on Phoenix and reduce him to a pulp. Her fists clench and her face contorted into a sneer. Rolling her shoulders back, making her appear taller than she really was, she lifted her chin up, somehow managing to look down at Phoenix even though he was a good few inches taller than her. “And what are you going to do about it?” she said coldly. Her voice started out low like a whisper as she spat out every syllable. “Just what are you going to do to stop me?” The level in her voice rose louder with each inflection and consonant.
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Post by Sirius Black on Aug 17, 2009 6:40:50 GMT -7
Suddenly able to regain control of his mouth, Phoenix clamped it shut and allowed reason to take over when his sister gave him the look of death. He sunk down slightly, the very picture of submissive.
"I don't know." He said quietly, feeling frustrated and yet tired. "Please, Aquila. She's going to cause you nothing but pain and trouble. I don't want anything bad to happen to you." He was being honest, even though he still eyed his sister warily. He flushed slightly as he realized that everyone was probably watching them, but he didn't dare look around and take his eyes away from Aquila.
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Post by Nyalna on Aug 17, 2009 9:42:35 GMT -7
Aquila still shook in rage but relaxed slightly as he became more docile. Eyeing him coldly, she sat back in her seat stiffly. Her lips pursed and she folded her arms. “All you and mom ever did was give me trouble and pain,” she said bitterly before turning away from him, knowing that she had probably just manipulated him into a guilt trip. “We can’t all be like you Phoenix.” Her mouth formed a narrow mind and she stared diligently towards the front of the room, mentally promising herself not to say another word to him and refusing to speak to him anymore.
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