Hogmeade Log

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Name(s): OPEN TO ALL!
Location: Hogmeade; various.
Week: 60
Time: Saturday. (Feel free to start logging whenever.)
Rating: Just keep it below R, people. Remember it is a shared log.

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WHAT IS THIS FEELING~?

[serpentsilver]

Ambrosia made to reply, to tell Lilith that she would very much enjoy seeing Spain with her, that it was indeed a pity she would not yet have graduated, but the words died in her throat, cut off by the sudden and unwelcome feeling of hands ghosting along her shoulders, her neck, of fingers trailing down her sides. Her eyes went wide for the briefest of moments, flashed blue-gray like steel before they narrowed into a cold, angry glare. She went rigid, hands fisted in her robes at her sides. Her skin flushed, her jaw clenched, her pulse pounded, slow and insistent, at her temples.

He knew. That blasted creature knew. Very well, then. He would simply have to pay for inviting such... violation upon her.

She stood with a whip-crack quickness, almost unaware of the action at all. "Apologies, Lilith," she managed, voice thick with barely-repressed rage, "but I have just remembered a prior engagement. I must go."

She started forward, did not look back over her shoulder to see Lilith's reaction to her abrupt departure, did not look back at the piteous squeak her bat gave. Fear. An appropriate reaction to what she would do to him. "Minyas, come." The bat followed, unable to disobey her command, though he did so at a safe distance. Ambrosia walked quickly, eager to put distance between herself and the scene of her humiliation, but more eager to escape Lilith's line of sight.

Standing beside a tall, thick tree, hidden from view, Ambrosia called the bat down to her hand. He came apprehensively, chattering his apologies, insisting that his actions had been in her best interest. She paid him no heed, and curling her fingers around his tiny body, pulled her arm back and slammed him against the tree until he went quiet.

LOL

[veiledviper]

Lilith feigned surprise well. It came in handy during times like these, where she had to make her eyes go wide and startled in response to Ambrosia's sudden departure. She heard the anger in the girl's voice, the way she near choked on her own rage, and watched as she departed. The bat flitted out of her hands slowly, following, and when they were both out of sight, Lilith leaned slightly against the park bench, her posture relaxing.

"Hm. I see."

The reaction had been expected, more or less. Lilith was well-aware of Ambrosia's need for space, her dislike of being touched in any manner without her permission. It was why Lilith was so careful, why she always asked first. Though sometimes, gambles, risks, had to be made to win games. And this was thus far, a very enjoyable game.

She smiled, and it was not the polite, restrained smile she reserved for public occasions. No, this was a smirk, indulgent and over-confident. And then a thought appeared to occur to her. She glanced down at the wolf, and whistled to him yet again. He shifted closer, uneasy. No longer prideful now that Ambrosia was gone, he slunk forward, his tail between his legs.

"Thank you," Lilith said evenly, "for alerting me to that connection. It was quite useful." She then paused, as if remembering something, and then kicked the wolf so viciously in the ribs that she was certain the yelp he made could be heard for miles. She turned on her heel then, and clicked her tongue.

"Come along. We are returning to the castle now. I need to study."