Something wicked this way comes... Oh yes, here we have her. Bombalurina, on her way to the Hufflepuff common room, perhaps get herself a bit dolled up... Just in case Dean would drop by. You never know. He'd said he might, which in Bombalurina's world meant that he absolutely bloody would.
The redhead looked a bit smug at that. And she kept that look, even when her distainful eyes fell on Rumpleteazer.
"You'll have to ask your brother about that," replied Bombalurina, nearly purring. "He's the one who slipped me the potion. Lovely thing, that potion. I really must thank him." She looked at her fingernails and smiled enigmatically.
Hm, Teazer looks so much smaller at this height...
Bombalurina raised an eyebrow, keeping her calm though she felt a surge of red-hot fury run through her. Teazer dared to tell her what to do?! Better teach this one a lesson.
"Careful there hon, don't hurt yourself," she said coldly. "I think Mungojerrie is big enough to make his own decisions, don't you?"
'He's not clever enough to,' his twin replies. 'If he's stupid enough to give you thumbs...well, I dread to think of what you'll do. Worse than thievery, that's for sure.'
It's her lashing out because dammnit, Mungojerrie is not big enough.
Bombalurina's top lip pulled up in something that might have been a snarl. She wondered if her fingernails were long enough to claw Teazer's eyes out. But her voice remained cool and composed.
"Scared of the competition?" she asked smoothly. "Understandable. I would be, if I were you." She smiled the superiour smile of a woman who knows she's got absolutely everything when it comes to attracting men. "I have picked up some tricks in the past few days... Perhaps Mungojerrie will enjoy them."
'Do you have a death wish, or are you really just that thick?' Teazer says, syrupy sweet. 'Any man who's in a room with you knows you rely on your looks first and your intellect second. I may be common as muck, but I'm much smarter than you, and all you're going to get? Is used.'
Bombalurina actually hissed. Her eyes flashed, and in her fury she bit back with the one thing she knew would hit Teazer the hardest. Bomba had a talent for knowing other women's weak spots. In Teazer's case it was the men in her life... and Bombalurina had already mentioned Mungojerrie. So.
"Mistoffelees seems to like the way I look," she said, smiling though her eyes glimmered nastily. "Poor boy is starving for some actual beauty..."
Teazer's head snaps back, as if she's been slapped. In a way, she has been.
'Take that back right this instant,' Teazer hisses. 'Who'd like some completely up themselves slag? He knows you'd have every tom in the junkyard, if you had your way, and I think if you tried it on, he'd laugh in your face. And I am beautiful,' she adds angrily, tearfully.
Furious at her insults and insinuations, she actually begins to look for places to hit on Bombalurina's body. The neck seems a good bet.
Bombalurina looked pleased - I'm winning - for about two seconds. Then her hands clenched so hard her nails nearly pierced her skin. Because whether Bomba liked it or not, Teazer was actually right. Mistoffelees had never shown any interest in her whatsoever, and probably WOULD laugh in her face. Damn.
"Your brother certainly seems interested," she spat, to mask her anger that Teazer had a point. "Perhaps I'll try them both. If I feel like it."
This particular cat was a traditionalist. She would aim for the eyes. Teeth bared (literally) and claws out (figuratively), Bombalurina sized Teazer up. She could take her, quite probably. Maybe.
She was somewhat aware of a third presence in the corridor, but that was less important. Talking was less important. Bombalurina had always been more into action anyway. With a hiss she lashed out, much like a cat, to claw Teazer in the face.
The redhead looked a bit smug at that. And she kept that look, even when her distainful eyes fell on Rumpleteazer.
"Oh," she said coolly. "It's you."
Great...
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There's only one pure evil redhead that she knows. Well--who'd saunter like that, anyway.
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Hm, Teazer looks so much smaller at this height...
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'Get your filthy, man-eating paws off Mungojerrie!'
The words come out almost spat. She's definitely touched a nerve.
What if that's why I haven't seen him? What if he decided to because I was a bad sister? What if she starts to try it on with him?
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"Careful there hon, don't hurt yourself," she said coldly. "I think Mungojerrie is big enough to make his own decisions, don't you?"
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It's her lashing out because dammnit, Mungojerrie is not big enough.
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"Scared of the competition?" she asked smoothly. "Understandable. I would be, if I were you." She smiled the superiour smile of a woman who knows she's got absolutely everything when it comes to attracting men. "I have picked up some tricks in the past few days... Perhaps Mungojerrie will enjoy them."
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Bombalurina actually hissed. Her eyes flashed, and in her fury she bit back with the one thing she knew would hit Teazer the hardest. Bomba had a talent for knowing other women's weak spots. In Teazer's case it was the men in her life... and Bombalurina had already mentioned Mungojerrie. So.
"Mistoffelees seems to like the way I look," she said, smiling though her eyes glimmered nastily. "Poor boy is starving for some actual beauty..."
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'Take that back right this instant,' Teazer hisses. 'Who'd like some completely up themselves slag? He knows you'd have every tom in the junkyard, if you had your way, and I think if you tried it on, he'd laugh in your face. And I am beautiful,' she adds angrily, tearfully.
Furious at her insults and insinuations, she actually begins to look for places to hit on Bombalurina's body. The neck seems a good bet.
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"Your brother certainly seems interested," she spat, to mask her anger that Teazer had a point. "Perhaps I'll try them both. If I feel like it."
This particular cat was a traditionalist. She would aim for the eyes. Teeth bared (literally) and claws out (figuratively), Bombalurina sized Teazer up. She could take her, quite probably. Maybe.
She was somewhat aware of a third presence in the corridor, but that was less important. Talking was less important. Bombalurina had always been more into action anyway. With a hiss she lashed out, much like a cat, to claw Teazer in the face.
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