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[james_foster]

Week Name/Date/Time: 'Minister Maladies' / Tuesday, 21st February 2006 / Lunchtime
Location: Slytherin Common Room
Open To: Adriana Winters
Currently Involving: James

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[adriana_winters]

((Haha, good timing as I just check my flist! XP))

Adriana would have had a boring morning in classes - if she had actually gone. She didn't sleep in - she only wished - no, instead she just spent the morning in the common room, lounging on the long leather couch. While it probably looked nothing out of the ordinary for Adriana Winters to be sitting in the Slytherin Common Room, she in fact was lazying around, not waiting for or watching someone.

The effects from being poisoned last week were slowly wearing off completely, but they were yet to still not make her drowsy and weak. It was bloody irritating and Adriana would have absolutely loved to punch Dari in her other eye this time, but frankly she wouldn't get very far since she could hardly stand at the moment. Regrettably, the Ravenclaws consequence for her potion would have to be delayed for now.

It wasn't until she heard her name spoken that she came out of her silent reverie, tilting her head upwards and over in the direction it came, her gaze landing on James Foster.

"Hello, James," she replied with a very small smile. Her arms crossed over each other gently, she shifted a bit in her seat to look at James better."Tell me of the brilliant things I missed in classes this morning." Adriana quirked an eyebrow in clear sarcasm, already for the most part guessing from the look on his face that they hadn't done anything interesting. Big surprise.

[james_foster]

"Oh, we did many brilliant things. Most of which consisted of throwing Gryffindors out windows," He replied, his voice level the entire time. If you didn't know James and his - oh so amazing - sense of humour? It would've been impossible to cop on that the boy was being sarcastic. "Or is that just wishful thinking?" James rolled his eyes and dropped into the space next to Adriana, quite content to lazy it up with the girl.

He ran a hand through his hair, pushing it back out of his eyes so he could see the girl better. She appeared to be getting better. Or at least, she looked a lot better than she had the day before. James hadn't really kept up with the scandal, all he knew was punching and poisoning did not make for happy girls. Bad buzz, really. "But I'm sure you had amazing adventures that you're going to share with me to make up for a morning of drab translating and scratching?" Oh, he loathed Runes. So much.

[adriana_winters]

Adriana widened her eyes at James' response, as if completely excited with his statement about tossing of Gryffindors. "Oh, James, the one day I don't attend!" she sarcastically cried in a low, sad voice, pouting. Just because she wasn't feeling the greatest, didn't mean she wasn't still snarky.

Switching legs to cross, Adriana looked back at him as he sat next to her, intently watching him. It made her anxious to not look her absolute best, the make-up charms and concealers did most of the work, but it was almost impossible to hide that slight cut on her lip from Jeremy's... err, snog-attack. It would be already healed but there was no way Adriana was stepping foot into the hospital wing again for the rest of the bloody year!

"Hmm, let me think," she responded, lifting a finger to her chin, tapping it. She didn't do anything of interest lately, which was terribly boring. "I did have a rather fascinating dream about strangling a certain seventh year Ravenclaw to death." With a smirk, Adriana shrugged softly. That was about the only thing worthy to speak of lately.

[james_foster]

"Horrid timing really, I just know you would've enjoyed it...all that scarlet and gold blood sprayed across the ground, slowly staining the grass a dark purple," James continued, pausing for a moment to embrace the image he'd set up. Why no, of course it didn't involve pathetic little first year children splattered across the ground! James was definitely thinking older for this one, where was the fun in destroying children in such a quick and violent way? "Beautiful sight."

To be perfectly honest, it was unlikely James would ever spot a blemish of any sort on Adriana's face. He looked at her eyes, posture and randomly hair. Apparently peoples hair told James plenty about their recovery status. Blemishes of any kind made no difference to him, it happened to the best of them after all. Especially given that their blood, while most definitely the best, wasn't exactly free from all disease. Quite the opposite really, but that was a thought process for another day. "That does sound fascinating," James replied quite enthusiastically. His eyes lit up slightly and he opened his hand, asking her to continue her description.

Was it bad that it sounded hot? Inwardly he facepalmed himself. One track mind, but who could blame him? It was all a poor teenage boy was given to work with!

[adriana_winters]

"You always know exactly what to say to make me terribly jealous," she remarked, crossing her arms with a narrowing of her eyes as she sighed at James, though a slight smirk was on her features. "I must have you take notes next time." Adriana curled some hair behind her ear, taking a glance around the common room idly.

Well, James was more than welcome to stare at her, and her hair in particular. Adriana prided herself in always looked her best, and she happened to love her hair. It was just the perfect shade of blonde; not too bleached out or fake-looking, and not too yellowish, it was a gorgeous blonde with natural beige highlights. Her hair was the one of the few things that Adriana was pleased to have been passed down to her from her Mother.

Adriana gave the slightest snort at the look on James' face, and couldn't resist the smirk that showed on her lips again. "It was, actually, but I regret to inform you that we were fully clothed," she said, with a sigh, teasing of course. She knew that boys and a lot of men had a one track mind, this wasn't anything new to her. "It was interesting, though, I was up on the roof of the castle and she was attempting to duel me. The poor Ravenclaw didn't stand much of a chance."

[james_foster]

"If such a thing ever did happen, I'd be sure to take photos," James assured beginning to plan out a time where this would be acceptable behaviour. Perhaps they could pull it off one day...

His face fell dramatically. Fully clothed? How on earth did she know? Was he just that obvious? James shook his head, hiding a faint smirk. "Pity that, could've been a most interesting..." He commented, leaning back in the seat. James sharpened a little at the mention of a duel. On the roof? Creative. He wondered vaguely had his story of Gryffindors plummeting to their death been passed around. Ravenclaws flying from the roof had a certain appeal to it though, he must admit. The blue and silver spilling to the grass? Now if only he could remember what blue and green made, then he would have another beautiful image to store in his mind.

"Do you duel often in your dreams?" James asked, cocking an eyebrow a little. He often remembered his own attempts to duel the other girl. Simply put, it was something James should stay well away from. Good thing he was quite content to go around poisoning people instead of hexing really, he wouldn't stand a chance otherwise.

[adriana_winters]

"I shall hold you to that, Mr. Foster," she remarked with a narrowing of her eyes, a mock serious tone as she pointed her index finger out at James threateningly.

Of course she knew what his mind had jumped to. Two girls fighting. Ha. You didn't need an active imagination to figure out what a seventeen year old male would think of in that kind of scenario. Nevertheless, it was amusing to Adriana to watch the frown on James' face.

"I'm afraid it wasn't much of an actual duel, the fool dropped her wand off the roof on my first hex," she mused, smirking as she thought back to the details of the dream. "She then jumped at me like some animal and by the end I had choked her. Could have been simply unconscious, I couldn't say for sure, although there is an obvious other option to which I would prefer to believe." Adriana glanced back to James, then, a simple knowing smile on her face. It was a thrilling image, to watch the lights go out from your enemies eyes. She always imagined more along the lines of the killing curse to do such a thing, but hey, this was a dream.

"I've dreamt it before, yes," she replied with a slight shrug, pursing her lips in thought. Adriana had actually dreamt of dueling quite a few times over the past year or so, mostly since she had set her mind on wanting to become a death eater after graduation. She had a vivid imagination, and really couldn't stop her own sub-conscience of running away with itself. She quite liked dueling and prided herself at being rather brilliant at it.

[james_foster]

Of course she would. Now between planning it and everything else he was now going to have to find a camera. Well, bugger it all then. It wasn't worth that much effort.

"She then jumped at me like some animal"

James brightened. Clothes or no clothes, he wasn't about to turn down a description of a catfight! He listened contently, returning her own smile with a smirk. He'd had similar dreams himself, imagining different scenarios to set people up so to see the life rush out from them in their final gasping breath? Anyone that couldn't share the pleasure in these visions was someone James didn't care for. Fallen enemies. They brought the greatest pleasure, whether real or fictional. Grand or subtle it didn't matter. The same feeling of power overcame his senses in these dreams. To control who lives and who dies? James wouldn't turn it down.

"I dream of potions," James commented, smiling faintly at the memory of last nights dream. It consisted of more potion testing which, simply put, didn't end well for Snape. The Slytherin really wasn't fond of that man. "I guess it makes sense to dream of what you deem yourself good at." James had similar plans upon leaving school, though they weren't completely solidified yet. He still had time.

[adriana_winters]

Adriana would have been quite intrigued to learn of his likeness towards the thought of taking the life from someone. It seemed too many students these days acted loyal and serious about the future war, but when it came down to it, would bolt at the idea of killing. It was pathetic.

It also would have been interesting to hear James' dream detail concerning Professor Snape. Adriana wasn't enamored with the man as most Slytherins seemed to be, but she easily found him bearable considering she could get away with anything in his presence.

"Potions," she repeated in a thoughtful tone, her face then cringing slightly. "I've had quite enough dealing with potions for the rest of the year." Adriana's expression filled with disdain as she sighed, setting her head back against the couch lightly. Oh, yes, now would be the perfect time for some evil dramatic music as she plotted her revenge deep in the dungeons. Right.

"But I suppose if you're correct on that theory," she commented after a moment, glancing over to James. "Then I'm particularly good at murdering people?" Adriana mused, smirking. She obviously hadn't killed anyone, so it's not like she knew this already.