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[cameoclarke]

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

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[homely_illiad]

Illiad actually laughed at Rae's comment.

"Come, Burton! I really thought you knew better... my family is of little concern to me, after all! Tell your ogre of a father anything you'd like about them-- that they interact Muggles, that they birth werewolves, that they, bleeding hell, fornicate with vampires! I don't care, do I? They aren't family. Unlike...certain people," his grey eyes flashed dangerously at her, "I understand the true value of loyalty. I know the difference between right and wrong. I especially know the privledge of being a pureblood and having a noble pedigree, do I not?"

This, he knew, she could not argue. While he might have aunts, uncles, and cousins who dallied with other varieties, Illiad himself could trace his ancestry through wizards back since the time of the Founders. They might have liberal views these days, but the Hawkins, all things considered, were as pure as they come.

As for his mother's side (not that it mattered in English wizarding communities), he knew both her parents were magical, and he was pretty sure he had a great-grandfather who was a wizard (early memories of the man waving a wand in his face as a baby and beautiful birds flying out), but he hadn't traveled to Greece in so long, he couldn't be sure of the rest. But, again, like it mattered, and like Rae Burton was going to spend her time researching such a thing.

"Not that it, of course, matters."

Geez, where was Cami? Illiad gave her a momentary, wide-eyed look that said clearly: what the hell? Speak up for yourself!

[rae_burton]

Oh but Rae gained so much from bothering them. Just to see them riled up this early in the morning was enough for it. A joy even. She liked when she could annoy others, or at least make them start an argument about something. Quite entertaining for her to watch, especially on a day that was shaping up as much as it was.

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.

[cameoclarke]

Sure, it was easy for Illiad to spout out ideas on loyalty- with his genealogy engraved straight into his name. It was one thing to deny family members, another to deny blood. Then, Merlin, he had the gall to give her that look. As if Cameo wouldn’t speak up if she had something to say that the girl would actually listen to! Obviously reason played little role with the seventh year.

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.

[homely_illiad]

Illiad was, for the most part, primarily concerned with Illiad. Especially when it came to things like these stupid little bitch fights he always had the misfortune to fall into with the female representitives of the world (and mostly, his House). So really? Illiad was infuriated that Cami was responding, thinking that she expected him to defend her! Hello, darling! This was Slytherin, wasn't it? Every bitch for herself!

"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.

He didn't want this this morning, he didn't need it. He wanted more than anything to pull Cami away and let the pair of them vanish away from Rae, perhaps up to the owlrey or the library or something-- somewhere where they didn't need to listen to Rae and her stupid mouth.

Most of Illiad was dying to make the mistake, but the part of him that was so very like the cousins he so detested was informing him that he had to stay and stand his ground. And for once in his life, he was listening to that that part.

"Rae, I'm curious," he put his finger to his lips and looked to Rae's shoes, as if he had a question to ask her but couldn't quite figure out how to put it the most appropriate, or, perhaps, insulting way.

"I was reading a book on psychology-- you know," he said, looking up at her and speaking a little more slowly as if he wanted her to understand something far beyond her grasp, "why people do the things they do? They said people hate other people who deprived their parents for giving them attention... so, I was wondering... do you hate Cami so much because your father spent so much of his time fucking Mudbloods? Because, scientifically speaking, that would be proper."

[rae_burton]

It was true, in Slytherin no one was expected to stand up for anyone else. Which was probably why Rae fit so well in this house. It made it so much easier to gossip behind people's backs or simply bitch someone out. No one had any illusions here, and if they did they better get over them relatively fast.

Oh how ironic. Rae would have laughed if it weren't for how serious it was. But honestly from time to time it amused and made her more smug about how she was able to keep her bloodline a secret. Then a second later she practically threw up in her mouth at the reminder of it. But it was revolting, even the mere thought of why her mother would ever want to see a Mudblood, let alone fuck one. It was one of the reasons why she could barely stand the woman.

The only good decision she had made was marrying Francis, who should have been her rightful father. But even she knew he would never even glance at a Mudblood, unless it was about to die.

"How shrewd of you. I would imagine that might explain some people, but unlike some people, my family knows the place of Mudbloods. And it doesn't include anything remotely intimate," Rae said with a roll of her eyes. Oh how boring this was turning into. "So, unfortunately for you, that reason doesn't apply to me. Though you might want to skip a few chapters ahead. You might get to the part about how people may not like others and it's perfectly natural."