Week Name/Date/Time: 'The Minister is Elected'/ Wednesday November 9 / 3:30 PM
Location: Library
Open to: Anyone (Humour me.)
Currently Involving: Avis
The thunderstorms and bad weather rattled the windows of the library. Avis got so bored on Wednesdays, not having classes, trying to avoid study hall if she could. There were only so many hours she
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"What is this?" Avis looked around sarcastically. "Did I accidentally come to the library on Death Eater Training Day?! Oops, my mistake!" she rolled her eyes. "Well, I'll mind my own business and not make a peep. You can go practice your unforgiveables by the Restricted Section. Do you mind, Alannah?" she shot a glance over to her, trying to hold in a smug grin.
Merlin, Avis, they're bound to use one on you if you keep this up!, she told herself. Do they even know how to?! They're first years, by the looks of them. These two, however, looked particularly. . .off the handle. Especially this one with the upturned nose. The tiny one, however, was bound to be crushed under the book at any moment now.
The instinct fell upon her to perhaps try to see a skull and a snake on the first one's arm, just in case. However, she was busy with the smallest.
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"Hallo, Ophelia," Gabriella said politely. "I'm just returning that book from the Halloween party. You know, the spooky one," she said flatly, her tone revealing nothing about the true nature of the tome. She kept it behind her back.
At Avis's words, she blinked at the Gryffindor girl, seeming to suddenly notice her for the first time. "Beg pardon?" she sputtered, too flummoxed to conjure a more detailed reply. However, it didn't take her long, and her look of startled incredulity morphed into an expression narrow-eyed rage. "You'd better not have said what I think you just said."
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OH then Gabriella had to go and say something CONFRONTATIONAL MUAHAHA. Ophelia took the delicate balancing of tension hanging in the air and did cartwheels through it. Well, that is, she began dancing around the two other girls, interjecting such mirthful goings on with bouts of gleeful giggling. Oh, twas lovely to see such a display!
"OH SHE DID. Deatheater's and such. Silly girl, thinks all Snakeses go about crucioing the daftness out of everyone. TRA LA, what shall they think up next, these Gryffs? Still, musn't let them have their fun, eh dear wee Gabby?" Ophelia crooned, eyeing the younger girl curiously and turning to waggle her eyebrows at the Lion girl. Silly git. Heeeee.
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To the smallest Snake, she tilted her head up and leaned back in her chair. "Oh NO. I MUST have." She gave a little comical gasp. "Did I make you ANGRY? Imagine that."
Now was this older girl dancing? Well this was getting too odd. Avis settled herself back on both legs of the chair and folded her arms across her chest, giving them both a confrontational smile.
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There was a word, a perfect word. It was eluding her. It started with an S. She had read it in a fantasy novel recently.
"...sycophants again, I'll... "
She wasn't supposed to use any good threats anymore. Damn her eyes for making that promise! None the less, she had made it and she would keep it. Still, she had managed to use 'sycophant' in a sentence, so that was a small accomplishment.
"I'll send you to the hospital wing for a month. Now apologize to me and Miss Ophelia RIGHT NOW, or...."
This was painful. She hated playing this card. She also hated being helpless, but Ben had been right when he'd pointed out to her that at her age and with her lack of experience, she would be lucky to even land a punch on Avis before the older girl petrified her, hexed her, or tossed her across the room and if she was unlucky, out a window.
"... I'll go straight to a teacher and tell them what you said and get you in detention for a week."
She was panting slightly from the effort of all that, but before she quit, she managed one final line. "And don't make fun of Miss Ophelia ever again. She's my friend and she's worth a dozen of you."
There. That was it. So many other things she could have said crowded her mind that she felt a little dizzy, and there was a stone in the pit of her stomach, because making bold threats was sometimes a bad tactic. If Avis took her seriously enough, she would probably retaliate, but Gabriella was counting on the fact that they were in the library, where there were lots of other students (who were probably staring now) and the librarian who would get involved if spells started flying. Still, Avis could probably hurt her. In fact, she could probably hurt her badly. Something stirred in the pit of her stomach and she felt momentarily nauseas but she swallowed it down, glaring steadily into the Gryffindor's eyes, a direct challenge, and striving not to show an inch of discomfort. Courage, after all, was not a lack of fear - that was stupidity. Courage was pressing on despite one's fear. And Gabriella wasn't particularly skilled or powerful, but she was brave.
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"ALAS!" Ophelia cried out, laying a hand across her forehead and looking thoroughly offended. Her, a deatheater? WHO WOULD BE AS... what was it? HYPOCRITWHATSIT TO THINK THAT? Horrible, what these schoolmates thought of one. One minute you're all matey and exchanged friendly barbs and the next BANG, accused of being a sycothing. Which might not be all that bad...
In any case, Ophelia made a few more sad dying noises in her throat before letting that performance go and turning a terribly amused eye towards the Gryff. "Did you hear that? A DOZEN. Personally I think the scales need to be refigured a taaaad, but meh. Let it be a dozen for now," she continued, crossing her arms and pouting her lips, waiting patiently for either a punch to be thrown, a wand to be brandished or, wonder of all red-gold wonders, an apology?! HA!
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She looked critically at this 'Ophelia' girl. "Worth a dozen of this one? Well, you may be right. She does seem to dance better than I do, with her spinning-routine."
Avis smacked both hands on the table, leaning forward just a bit, like she'd seen in the old Katherine Hepburn movies and wishing she could make this horrible little wretch jump. "Oh yeah? TRY ME."
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She tossed her hair back over her shoulder. "This is your last chance to be a decent person and apologize. If you did, maybe you'd prove that you're not a completely ugly person."
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