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Post by mordred on Sept 27, 2011 22:06:42 GMT -5
Mordred let out a low bark of laughter then, managing to briefly pick up key words in the conversations of certain individuals before they became washed out by the mounting talk of the other students are them. Were he really interested he would have been able to pick out the full conversation with some acute concentration, but he was so used to hearing his name on the lips of others than it became second nature to just ignore it completely unless he decided some form of fear-instilling was in order. Instead, he let his mouth curl up in a sardonic sneer, one that seemed to darken his eyes and create a more threatening aura.
Still, Taylor's assessment of magic amused him. "'New religion?'" he voiced, marvelling at how odd the words wounded when coming from his own mouth. "Magic is by no means new," he said. "My father says it's been around for as long as he's been turned; longer." His fellow Ravenclaw's next comment elicited a small grunt of acknowledgement, though, and he was forced to admit that the other boy had a point. "Not all of them, though. They're too busy having children." He knew the insult was low, but the amount of student pregnancy among the seventh year members of the Slytherin House was certainly amusing to say the least.
Resisting the urge to hum, Mordred would later admit to being startled when Taylor suddenly shot to his feet, shouting "Lumos!" as if he hadn't been trying to do that for the past hour without success. "Sit down before you hurt yourself," the half-vampire hissed loudly at him, his own wand in hand as he temporarily stood up himself. "If it didn't work the last three times it certainly won't now." As if to prove his point the Immortal slid his own wand from his sleeve, his wand cutting through the air in a familiar pattern as the sardonic smirk from earlier appeared on his face, making him appear predatory, like all of the students in the room were his prey. When the spell itself fell from his lips, it was a whispered thing, forced between a set of fangs so that the words themselves could hardly be heard, floating away and losing themselves in the string of chatter. "Crucio." When nothing happened, it was enough to make his smirk widen as he sat down again, inclining his head lightly as he considered Taylor's next question. His friend did occasionally offer refreshing insights, he would admit. From the look on Will's face, though, his roommate clearly did not approve. "Perhaps it's temporary?"
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Post by talon528 on Sept 28, 2011 11:20:52 GMT -5
That was it. Cory had lost it. With Hannahs comment, he burst out laughing. " Good one Hannah! Good one!" it was pretty funny, but Corin laughed even harder because it was a 7th grade slytherin getting shown up now. Nobody makes fun of Hannah.Cory pulled on her arm "Come on Hannah, we gotta get you back to the commonroom!" he said, trying to get her to move, before the Slytherin kid got angry.
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Post by pansyparkinson on Sept 28, 2011 15:07:25 GMT -5
Pansy Parkinson's morning had begun like any other, with her waking in her Slytherin dorm, reading herself and padding down to the common room to speak in lazy tones with her friends. Normally Draco Malfoy would be included among this, but as of late her old friend had been more and more distance, and though Pansy knew the reason to this, she was hardly at liberty to say anything on the matter. Altogether, it had been normal. Well, at least until she had witnessed one of her fellow seventh years burst through the common room door and proclaim that none of the magic anywhere was working. As if to prove the girl wrong, Pansy had immediately pulled out her wand and tried to cast a spell, her voice strong and confident as she waved her wand with a smirk, as if daring it to disobey her. When it had, she was sure the disbelief on her face must have mirrored a slap.
Only ten minutes later she had found herself at the table, seating herself near Zabini as she surveyed everyone with a critical eye, watching as they all tried to perform a spell only for it to fair shortly thereafter. It would have been amusing if she hadn't also been affected by it, as the Ravenclaw table's initial assumption that they had been pranked had been enough to make her snort in laughter.
A loud trill of laughter interrupted her thoughts, and she turned her head irritably to bark at the sound to cease and desist, and was further annoyed when she realized it was coming from the Hufflepuff table. Following the gazes of the two laughing girls - Abbott and some obscure thing, she noted - Pansy allowed her eyes to rest on the two boys in the Ravenclaw table, and her scowl deepened as she recognized the half-breed - the one with the filthy vampire blood who shouldn't have even been in this school. Even the Gryffindors didn't like him, and they were so sickeningly noble it made Pansy want to hurl on a regular basis. Still, her attention was distracted again when she heard a sharp squeal and a ripping sound coming from the same two girls as earlier, and her interest was piqued when Nott, from her own house, got himself involved.
Of course the first girl on the scene had been a Gryffindor - idiot girl - but in Pansy's opinion the insult had been rather unfounded. So Pansy decided to take action.
"I didn't think it was that good," she sneered as she neared them, eyes narrowed derisively as they rested upon the Abbott girl and the loudmouthed boy. It was like the sorted hat collected all the airheads and shoved them into one completely useless house. Honestly. "In fact, it lacked originality and wit, as well as tact. I wasn't aware that Hufflepuffs were into insulting the dead." Her voice turned harsh near the end, nearly-black eyes gleaming as she stood beside Theodore, arms crossed.
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Post by taylor528 on Sept 28, 2011 19:05:01 GMT -5
Taylor shook his head "You misunderstand. While magic is ancient, these people who use it for personal gain, on this sort of level, is new. Nobody's come closer to destroying society as we know it as the Dark Lord. That's why I said new. Because now is the beginning of the darkest time in Wizarding History. And furthermore, I -" but he was cut off, as voices seemed to die down a bit as what appeared to be a small verbal arguement had occured between some hufflepuff girl, hufflepuff boy, and a griffindor girl, against some Slytherins. So of course, Taylor had to stand against the Slytherins. He heard a slytherin girl talk against an insult the hufflepuff girl had thrown at a slytherin boy, and he stood. "Aw what happened? She piss off your dark lord? Or maybe she wasn't pure of blood enough? " His comment caused some Oooooh's to emerge from the tables around him. It felt good to insult a slytherin. Really, really good.
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Post by daphnegreengrass on Sept 29, 2011 18:03:21 GMT -5
The room was now loud, and filled with talk. Everyone had been more focused on the Hufflepuff table and what had been going on. Soon enough, it fell quite again. The sound of a loud mouth Slytherin boy echoed the entire hall. His hurtful words pointed towards Hannah. Shaking her head in disgust, she helped her with her own robe and turned in the boys direction. Followed behind him happened to be the snob herself. Always thinking she was higher, and better than others in her own house. Pansy Parkinson. Anger boiled within her chest as she listened to someone from the Ravenclaw table pipe up. What was this? Battle of the houses?
Grabbing her wand, she pulled it out and laid it along her side. All she could hope for was for it to work. She had no time to listen to their loud mouths this evening. They had bigger things to worry about than harassing other houses. Crossing her arms in the same fashion Pansy had hers, Stella began to glare heavily. She wasn't bound to take her eyes off this girl. For one, it was none of her business to even jump into- Then again, it wasn't hers either.- Taking a few steps forward, she found herself standing near her table. "Parkinson!" She bellowed. Obviously the two had conflict before, and she wasn't too much afraid of her like before. Now, Stella had a backbone. Something she had been lacking for years, and now, she had regained it.
Stella wasn't going to allow Pansy get away with pushing anyone around, anymore! "Keep your pug little nose out of this one. Obviously your whole table doesn't understand when to keep their mouths shut!" She felt her hands bawl up into fists. Stella wanted much more to hit her, than to use magic. It just gave it more thrill than just sitting there with a wand that didn't work at the moment. All she could think of was the hell she had put her through, throughout the last six years. And plus, everything else she put her through in her own home. Her blood was just as pure as the blood that pumped through her veins. No different.
Making her way up to her own table, Stella stood there and chuckled. "My blood pumps, and runs the same as yours. And my family is no different than yours. So watch your tongue." Not even bothering with taking a seat, she brushed her long curls back.
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Post by mordred on Sept 30, 2011 19:12:05 GMT -5
"Sometimes I forget you're only in fifth year. But whether or not this really is the darkest time in wizarding history is subject to opinion," Mordred said with a wryly grin, but as soon as Taylor broke off it became a battle to reign in the mounting sigh that threatened to break from his throat. With Taylor there was only one thing that could stop him in mid-sentence outside of brute force (and by that he meant physically knocking him), and thing was Slytherins. Always Slytherins. Taylor loathed them with a strange sort of passion that Mordred had yet to see duplicated anywhere else, something that always made him want to laugh and prod at. So he was hardly surprised when Taylor stood up and abruptly called the Slytherin house, adding to the inside joke that his roommate Will had come up with pertaining to the fact that he thought that "with his brash character the boy should have been sorted into Gryffindor! The way he acts is hardly befitting the intelligence of a Ravenclaw."
Will, of course, was a pacifist through and through, so of course he would think that, but it was moments like these that made Mordred want to grudgingly agree, and by the sly smile on Will's face the half-vampire knew he was thinking the exact same time.
As far as insults went, it wasn't one of Taylor's best, and Mordred was willing to bet that the majority of the "Oooh!" sounds were sarcastic mockeries coming from none other than the Slytherins themselves. From the Ravenclaw table Mordred caught a few rolled eyes and huffed breaths, but they didn't react otherwise, choosing instead to return to their meals and their quiet discussions. It was rare for Hufflepuffs or Ravenclaws to get involved in much anymore, with most of the animosity stemming from the Gryffindor and Slytherin houses respectively, but this sort of thing happened sometimes, and Mordred could only hum in amusement as he resisted the urge to reach over and swat Will, who had taken the opportunity to swipe some food from him with a laugh. Mordred let him, if only to give the stubborn boy the illusion that the half-vampire hadn't been able to stop him.
"Taylor, sit down," one of the Ravenclaw girls called, fussily arranging her books around her plate. "It doesn't concern you." "Shush," Mordred told her idly, tapping his finger first against the table and then against his mouth, a smirk breaking out across his face as his fangs became more prominent, causing the girl's skin to first blanch and then flush a deep red as she hurriedly tried to avoid his gaze. "I want to see where this will go."
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Post by pansyparkinson on Oct 2, 2011 14:05:08 GMT -5
Really, Pansy sighed, it's like he's never argued efficiently before. Figuring the loudmouthed Ravenclaw wasn't worth her time, the Slytherin girl pointedly snubbed his existence, feeling a smirk crawl onto her face as she imagined the amount of indignation he might suffer for the action. Harder was to ignore the disgusting half-breed who had spoken then, his words sliding over those abominations he called teeth so as to give the impression of a breathy word. It made her want to shiver, it did, though she supposed she shouldn't be surprised by his presence - Dumbledore always had had an annoying fondness for half-blood creatures, after all. But she couldn't let him go without a sneer or a snapped "be silent, creature!" before her attention was distracted by the sound of her last name being pronounced by some dim-witted Gryffindor gir - oh, it was her.
Pansy smiled widely, but it was anything but a nice expression. This just gets better and better. "And yours does?" she shouted back to the Buckley girl, absently tugging on a strand of her hair as if the Gryffindor's very existence made her bored with life. The insult about her appearance enraged her, but she wouldn't let Stella see anything save a small facial twitch. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but I only see one Gryffindor involved in this, so unless you've suddenly lost the ability to count - and you're a Gryffindor, so I wouldn't be surprised - then you've obviously missed something." Pansy feigned a yawn after that, watching with a raised eyebrow as Stella stamped closer. "You seem to be under the impression that I made a comment about blood type," she snorted, tossing a strand of her hair back, but her eyes had narrowed dangerously on the girl - her enemy since childhood, back when Buckley had been a meek little freak of nature. The only thing that had changed over the summer was the 'meek' part, apparently.
She settled for ignoring her after that, turning her attention back to Theodore and Hannah, and watching in satisfaction with a growing grin as she observed her comment hit home. So obviously this girl hadn't known that Theo's mother was dead. That excuses nothing, Pansy thought savagely, and was brutally rewarded when Theo stepped forward and nearly suffocated the Buckley girl, resulting in a strangled laugh from Pansy's own person. She felt no sympathy for the girl. It was just like a Gryffindor to rush into a situation where they had no backup or hope of triumph - it was something every Slytherin learned right off the bat, and this girl was stupid if she thought she would have succeeded in her ridiculous impulses. So she was disappointed when the Abbott girl managed to pry them apart, her eyes flicking over the Hufflepuff dismissively. She didn't even bother listening to what she said - with Hufflepuffs it was always the same.
"I believe they were talking about how a vampire would do in bed," Pansy said in response to Theo's question then, her face scrunching up as she visibly shivered at the thought. She pointedly ignored how the half-breed creature in Ravenclaw visibly choked at that response and instead focused her attention on Theo once more. "A childish pastime for childish blood traitors," came the next derisive comment as she lifted her chin, the epitome of a proud Slytherin woman.
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Post by taylor528 on Oct 4, 2011 20:22:57 GMT -5
'Stupid Slytherin maggots. Don't they realize they jsut come off as inconsiderate assholes who can only depend on themselves because they screw over everybody elce, causing everybody to hate them? There's a reason Salazar Slytherin left Hogwarts, people, it was because he was ignorant, and ignorance means to be of lacking of, and denying the proper knowledge. Ignorance is not a trait that should be practiced in a school, not by a student, and not by a headmaster. They will all get what's coming to them. But untill then, I think I'll screw them over once or twice. I swear, when I get magic back, that Pansy girl is going to wish she hadn't talked down to us and ignored me. I think I'lkl leg lock her and levitate her to a rafter, then keep her there for a bit...Slytherins are the type to tattle tale, she'll probably try to get a big buff snake friend to help her out and exact revenge...that'll be fun.' Taylor thought to himself as he glared at Pansy.
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Post by maddybuckley on Oct 4, 2011 21:16:03 GMT -5
The anger. Oh, the anger she had felt as soon as she watched the pug-face Slytherin girl take a stand against her sister. It wasn't the first time she had ever done that either. Madison could remember all the wrong doing that little brat had done to Stella. Even when they happened to be younger. Watching her take a fall again, was not about to happen. Cracking her neck slightly, Maddy got up from the table. Her mind wandering. Maybe doing this wasn't one of her best ideas, but she sure as hell was getting sick of the name calling.
-Come one, Maddy! You can do this! You have a big enough mouth for anything.- She thought to herself, twisting and fiddling with her hair as she pulled herself away from the table. Taking in a deep breath, she looked back to her fellow classmates and saluted them as if she was going to war. Funny, and yet bright little girl she was. But get under he skin, she didn't even seen fifteen.
Taking a loyal stand next to her sister, Maddy wrapped her one arm around her waist ans pulled her somewhat closer to her. -No backing out now, buck- She called to herself. Raising one hand, she glared at Pansy and then back at the male Slytherin who happened to think his shit didn't stink as well. "Come now, children." She chuckled, brushing her hair back. "Can't we all get along? Oh... wait? I forgot, none of you meat heads understand respect." Shootong another glare at Pansy, Madison made a few steps forward. The fear she had once carried was gone now.
"And to you Miss. Parkinson. I do believe it's two Gryffindor's against one Slytherin-" She gave Theo a slight push, and grinned. "And a small mutt, who can't find the time to pull his own tail from his ass and leave the women alone. It's pretty sad, and yet pathetic, when you have to show your strength by picking on a girl." Pulling herself back, she slightly crossed her arms. Maybe it was best if she had kept her mouth out of it, but her sister was involved. And when it came to her getting pushed around, Maddy was going to also. "And blood traitors, were not. So get over yourself. And it would be in your best interest, boy, so keep Longbottom out of this. It's between you and me now." She poked him in the chest. Her eyes glowering with anger.
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Post by Astoria Greengrass on Oct 5, 2011 0:23:43 GMT -5
Astoria had been watching it all from down the line of the Slytherin table, not saying a word. Eating during the course of a House war wasn't really possible. Not when it was between Gryffindor and Slytherin, anyway. When the Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs joined in it only added to the already immediate tension. Surprise, surprise.
When Pansy stood and continued to hurl the insults along with Theo, Astoria simply sipped some water out of her goblet slowly. Unless someone personally insulted her or her friends she really didn't give a damn. Then again, she didn't give a damn about much these days. Not even Pansy annoyed her as much as usual, which was saying something. She hadn't argued with her sister or anything of the normal sort. But she hadn't told Daphne what had happened in Knockturn Alley either.
Astoria ran her fingers over the tabletop in circles. Her eyes trained on Theo and on Pansy's confident look. She waited to see what would happen. The Gryffindors would definitely have enough guts to retaliate in some way, although she wasn't sure about the others. She supposed that if they got pissed off enough that even they might get pushed into extremes. Astoria found it a bit funny. Even without magic, things at least were never boring.
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Post by maddybuckley on Oct 6, 2011 8:25:26 GMT -5
Before she could even get another word in, Madison felt Theo's grip upon her elbow. His strength closing in on her small arm. What could she do really? He was so much bigger than she was. Her arm measured to be as wide as his thumb. Okay, not really, but still. Trying to shake him off of her, Maddy kept trying to pull her arm back. but before she could even do anything more, she was being lunged like a puppet towards her sister.
Oh the fury. Every voice inside of her mind was screaming. This was the last time she would allow anyone to treat her like a damn rag-doll. As soon as she landed in her sisters arms, Madison pulled herself together and sucked it all back up. She was not going to let some big-headed Slytherin boy tell her what to do. No way. -Wanna play it rough?- She thought, constantly nodding her head.
The word muggle fell from his mouth sending Madison into a fit of rage. Reaching into her cloak pocket, she slowly pulled out her wand hiding it under her cloak. Letting out a soft sigh, she mumbled 'Lumos', trying to test out what the outcome would have been with her wand. Sadly, nothing had worked, yet again. -Come on!- Shaking her head slightly, she pulled her cloak off and handed it to Stella. What she was about to do, would possibly happen to haunt her for the rest of her life. Or well, the Slytherins would haunt her.
Making small, slow step towards Theo she tapped him gently on the shoulder. A smile came across her face. "Look, Theo... Maybe we could talk this out? With some MUGGLE talk!!" Raising her fist, Maddy extended it back and barreled full force for his face.
'SMACK!'
Pulling her hand back, she began to baby it. Her hand throbbing from the punch she had just laid out upon his face. "Now, what more do you have to say to me?!" Madison still hand her fists up raring to go. That happened to be the first time she had ever hit someone. Especially a boy.
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Post by Astoria Greengrass on Oct 7, 2011 16:29:01 GMT -5
Astoria could see Theo looking at her and could see something evaporating from behind his eyes. She raised her eyebrows slightly, but didn't say anything. She hadn't known that he'd really gained any respect for her until she saw it vanish. Just as well. Astoria may have had pride in her lineage, but she knew Theo and the rest were more than capable of taking care of themselves. What Draco had done to her recently made her feel that not many people respected her anyway. He'd made that clear. If no one was going to give her any then she felt that she might as well have respect for herself alone. There was no use getting into a fight with a bunch of annoying Gryffindors.
She wasn't expecting one of them to actually hit him though. A look of surprise and a disbelief flashed across Astoria's face. It was a shame that magic wasn't working, because she would have liked to see the curses flying around now. Part of her almost said something and another part of her was amused at a girl hitting a boy. She felt like smacking most of them now, so she couldn't deny that she had no relation. But Theo was her Housemate.
Astoria watched as he sneered back at the girl. Well, at least he hadn't lost his grace under pressure. It was more than she could say for herself sometimes. She could have a bit of a temper.
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Post by mordred on Oct 9, 2011 16:27:53 GMT -5
He couldn't help it. He purred at the direction this fight way taking, he relished in the hypocrisy and nonsense the Gryffindors were spouting out at this point, and it was only made all the more amusing considering he usually preferred the Gryffindor arguments on things like these, especially since he was still inwardly bristling at being referred to as a "half-blood creature" by the seventh year Slytherin girl, Parkinson. But to his contempt (and annoyance, perhaps) the Gryffindors were being just as horrible as they portrayed the Slytherins to be: hypocritical, discriminatory, non-tolerating... didn't Gryffindors pride themselves on things like equality? It sure didn't seem like it here.
Standing up, Mordred tugged on the ends of his robes, fixing dark eyes on the fight as he took in the latest happenings - the Gryffindor girl striking the Slytherin, the insults tossed back and forth, the discrimination towards the Slytherins - and he never thought he'd be saying that in his life. It was almost sicking, and his made his lips curl back, revealing pearly fangs and a generally angered demeanour that left a couple of the younger students shaking.
"I believe that none of you are understanding respect at this point," he said as he drew nearer to the conflict, careful to keep his voice neutral and his body-language calm and purposely non-aggressive. "Not the Slytherins and certainly not the Gryffindors."
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Post by maddybuckley on Oct 9, 2011 17:57:24 GMT -5
Madison took a few steps back as soon as Theo decided to insult her being yet again. Yes, she was girl. Or well, last time she checked she was. Pulling her fist to her sides, she let out a soft sigh. Okay, so she was honestly embarrassed of herself. But then again, she couldn't help it. It was the way she happened to be. If no one liked it, then too bad.
Holding her hand, she found herself snuggled up into her older sister as soon as one of the Ravenclaw students came their way. He was a tad bit taller than her. Okay, make that way taller than her. Looking to her sister, she wrapped her arms gently around her waist. Maddy wasn't about to let go of her leaning post. If anything were to go down, at least she had her big sister to depend on.
-Just go away- She thought, looking to Theodore. If he were to keep talking, she didn't know how she would react. Her hand couldn't go through another smack on the face. It just wouldn't stop throbbing. But before she could say anything back to him, Mordred took a stand, and began to talk.
'Respect.'
Okay, so that was something both houses lacked at this point in time, but what could she really say? He decided to jump into her sister's face. Slandering everything that she had stood for. And putting down her family name was another thing. Looking to the ground, she pulled herself away from Stella. It wasn't the best thing to hide behind her. After all, she did start most of what had just happened.
"Pointing fingers isn't going to help us all out either." Biting her bottom lip as hard as she could, she raised her head to look at the older student's. She was indeed a fifth year, trying to act like the big dogs really. "So yeah, I messed up, but I'm not apologizing for anything that I didn't start." Maddy growled, focusing of Theo. "I do believe Hannah needs an apology, and I will part my ways."
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Post by mordred on Oct 10, 2011 23:58:00 GMT -5
Raising an eyebrow, Mordred gave an appraising nod to the fifth-year girl, whom he had tentatively identified as Stella Buckley's sister due in part to their similarities in appearance and house, as well as the faint scent he could detect from her, one that was startlingly close to Buckley's in a way that usually identified people as family members. Running his tongue along the front of his fangs, Mordred remained silent as the girl continued her little speech, and if his eyes had ended up darkening by the end, well, he couldn't exactly help that. It was the vampire in him, and it was something he couldn't control, just like the prominence of his two canines.
"Whether or not you started it an apology is still in order for actions commenced," he stated calmly, eyes flickering between the girl and Theodore Nott. "In a war both sides are capable of committing atrocities worthy of regret and evasive 'sorries.'" Tilting his head back lightly, the half-vampire let out a low chuckle, eyes closing before opening to reveal a brilliant shade of crimson that seemed to glow with an inner, predatory light. "Isn't that right, Nott?"
Turning his attention solely on Nott hadn't been an initial part of his plan - in fact, he had decided quite early on to ignore the mouthy boy in favour of delivering a firm message. It seemed that the vampire in him hated that idea though, so much so that he could feel passive human emotions and vampiric urge to kill flooded through him igniting his senses and transforming his posture from pacifist into predator.
A vampire's senses were quite incredible, and even though Mordred's were dimmed he possessed enough to be able to read prominent emotions through scents emitted by the humans during times of extreme emotion. Disgust was an easy one to identify, fear as well. Among those ranks were emotions like lust, something that tended to cloud his senses when he detected it on other people, but envy was harder. It was more faint, almost like a pulsing undertone; subtle, like it didn't want to be found. Opening his mouth slightly, Mordred let out another low laugh. He likely wouldn't have found the envy were it not for the awakening of his inner vampire, something that reminded him he needed to hunt soon, as his eyes were fixated almost hungrily on Nott's neck at this point. Gender mattered not to a hungry vampire, after all, and Mordred had long since outgrown the need for food that he had possessed as a young child.
So perhaps it was a good thing that Nott had chosen that moment to march off with Parkinson, who cast an interesting look in his direction - an expression composed of fear mingled with disgusted and a faint hint of desire, her being female and therefore more... susceptible to the mood changes.
"I trust there will be no more disturbances?" He said then, raising his voice above the whispers and the comments that flooded the immediate area, his voice low and slightly husky as his demeanour slowly changed back to that of a calm Ravenclaw seventh year - a subtle danger as opposed to ab obvious one.
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