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Week Name/Date/Time: "Duelly Noted" / Tuesday, November 28, 2006 / 7:00 am
Location: Slytherin Common Room
Open To: Rae (Slytherin spectators are not unwelcome)
Currently Involving: Cameo
( too old for confrontation too young to let you know )
Location: Slytherin Common Room
Open To: Rae (Slytherin spectators are not unwelcome)
Currently Involving: Cameo
( too old for confrontation too young to let you know )
In this case it was probably not too good for Cameo, for when Rae came down and saw the younger snake with her coffee and pastry, Rae simply smirked. Destroying someone's morning would be a nice pick me up before class. Plus she would miss having to mingle and hear the scum of this school wandering about.
She walked towards Cameo and set her smirk permanently across her lips. Let the games begin.
"Why can't you wait at least until lunch before dirtying up the common room Clarke? Could you ever learn? Or are you that daft?"
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Of course, she should have known her morning routine would someday be set off-balance. In fact, she was surprised it had not happened earlier.
Generally, Cameo had a difficult time responding to insults. But dirty? Daft? These things hardly applied to her. She was among the cleanest, tidiest students in the school; it was unlikely she would drop a crumb. And even she must be aware that Cameo was one of the better students in Slytherin, not the best, but fairly intelligent.
She took another sip of coffee before responding, as if to show that her drink was more important than her insults.
“With skin as oily as yours, you ought never to call someone else dirty, Burton,” she replied smugly. She had said it out loud! She had given a ( ... )
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Oh right, that really just shut Rae down completely. If anyone knew about the whole 'sip of a drink before replying' it was Rae. She used it effortlessly when need be and, if she did say so herself, she did it better than Cameo ever could.
But then again, that wasn't that hard seeing as who she was up against.
"That's rich coming from a Mudblood," Rae sneered, confidently relaxing against the chair while rolling her eyes up and down Cameo. So she wanted to fight back today? Well two could play this game and Rae had time to spare.
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It still threw her off balance. She worked harder to get what she wanted, had higher ambitions (quite literally) than anyone else in her class, and that word was the biggest thing holding her back. Neither her face or posture hesitated when it slipped from Rae’s mouth, but she was inwardly bothered. It wasn’t like she could deny her roots, when they were already known by the girl.
“Says the pureblood whose wand would fall from her sweaty palms trying to turn the light on,” she managed to mutter. The girl was well put together, and obviously cared about her appearance. Therefore, it was the first thing she thought of to attack- or at least her sweat glands. Really, Cameo couldn’t walk away... though she’d like to.
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Illiad had gotten to his feet. He'd been watching the fight progress thus far and, although he often admired Rae for her powerful words and her courage, he really couldn't stand it when she picked on Cami. Even if he was, for the most part, fairly reluctant to interfere in the business' of his housemates and their own personal grudes (Merlin knew, they hated him enough already!).
So, quiet, reclusive, self-absorbed Illiad gathered himself to his feet after the latest arguement had been given by Cami and stood, staring at the pair of them before him, putting on his best Prefect voice and posture-- something rarely seen outside of the Library.
"Please, you are disturbing the peace," he said in an exhasperated tone, rolling his eyes. "Burton, don't make me deduct points. In the light of recent events, would it not be a poor idea to attack a fellow student for their blood, no matter how diluted?"
Big words from Master Hawkins, the sort of creature who rarely stood up for anything he believed in. But really, this was ( ... )
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She knew his words could be taken either way- standing up for Cami, or simply warning Rae. An intelligent decision, she thought.
She placed her cup on the table next to the couch and folded her hands gently in her lap.
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"Disturbing?" Rae turned her gaze to Illiad, quickly changing her smirk so that her face was polite and almost friendly, if it weren't for the daring glare in her eyes. "I'm sorry, I did not realize we were being loud Mr. Hawkins. We were merely sharing opinions on an open subject, I suppose it got too much for you. I'll remember to keep my voice down so that you can concentrate on your studies, since we know you really need it."
As for the attacking bit, oh Rae was not even going to talk about that. She had every right to attack Cameo. If it wasn't for filth like her and her parents she would not be in the position that she was in.
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How had she known he was studying Potions, the class in which he'd gotten his poorest grade of the year thus far just last week?!
Wait.
Calm down.
Illiad's nostrils flared in a very uncharacteristic fashion. How dare she! She didn't know anything! She was just being a regular little snobby bitch! Illiad was sure she knew that he had top marks in his year, after all! He'd informed everyone in their House at least once.
"Mighty clever of you, Burton, to choose to insult me over something that happens to be a well-known talent of mine. Very pithy. Tell me, are you going into jokes? I'd just forgotten how witty you were. If this whole murdering thing doesn't work out, you could write a book, you know. 'How To Insult People and Do A Rubbish Job of It'. I'd imagine it'd be a best seller, and the money could always go to help those layabout, last-remnants of what might've once been a Pureblood aristocracy. Your parents, I mean."
Woah, he was doing well tonight.
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“Be wise Illi, it would have to be split up into at least three parts,” she said confidently, but shifting her weight from one foot to the other. “You know the poor girl couldn’t concentrate nearly enough to make it concise. It might help to have pictures, to assist her demonstrating.”
Snobby little bitch was right, and Cameo had little sympathy for people with horrible parents.
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"My parents, very brave of you Illiad. If I didn't know any better I would say that you wanted me to pass along some information about you and your family. I'm sure my father would be highly interested," she said dryly. Threats? Oh Rae wasn't completely serious about them, but it was nice to pull out the card and see them get a little flustered. Even if they just went on about this whole 'rubbish insults' business they kept on going on about.
"You seem to be getting worked up about these 'rubbish insults'. Perhaps you would like a copy? Though I would like permission to use your examples, they would perfect to illustrate how not to insult."
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Of course, Cameo did not like the threats, but she knew Illi could handle himself better than her. Besides, even though she suspected Rae’s father could be a high ranking Death Eater, she didn’t actually have anything on him to tattle with. “Daddy, Illiad warned me not to incriminate myself by publicly tormenting a mudblood,” was not the greatest thing to convince her father against him. The same Slytherin tendencies that brought Cameo to treating the Minister’s puppets at the school ( ... )
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Besides, the glare from Cameo? Oh well this was an interesting development. Not that it wasn't a surprise, the girl didn't seem very keen on responding quickly and wittily like Illiad. Interesting.
"Oh stop with the dramatics Illiad, you're almost as bad as those cousins of yours. I guess you would know that better than I though," she said with a disinterested shrug, before turning her attention to Cameo with an unsettling smile.
"Are you alright Cameo? Cat got your tongue? Maybe you just need some more coffee," she let slip a hint of sarcasm, but the rest was smooth and somewhat concerned.
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Cameo was not really angry at Illiad, just at herself, but she rather disliked being angry with herself and knew she would have to say something. Something that would probably come out as complete gibberish.
But then Rae had to speak up.
“I’m perfectly fine, Burton, I simply don’t feel the need to share every little thought that enters my mind,” she stated. Then continued wryly, “Though if I ever want to start, I’ll ask you for tips. You do a rather splendid job with concision.”
Not gibberish after all. At least Cameo knew how to keep thoughts to herself.
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"Mmhm, perhaps," Illiad said, clearly giving Cami a look that said, Whatever! It was intended, of course, for Rae to see so she would know that what she was saying about him-- and his unfortunate relations ( ... )
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