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Post by pansyparkinson on Oct 11, 2011 0:12:37 GMT -5
More than anything she wanted to run at that moment. Her feet itched to move, to carry her away from the being - from the disgusting, vile thing - that filled her immediate senses with a unique combination of both complete and utter dread as well as desire. Part of her wished she could pull out her wand and cast the most horrifying spell she could think of; spells that progressed beyond Crucio and Avada Kedavra and went into more dangerous stuff, things that the real Dark Arts were made of. There were spells that could accomplish this for her - spells that could cause more mental and physical pain than anything anyone could ever imagine. Cutting spells, slicing spells, mind-altering spells - these were all things Pansy knew.
And all she wanted to do was cast them all and hope that the abomination would just leave.
Reaching up, Pansy grasped Theodore's arm with one hand, her grip harsh as she struggled not to look at the Ravenclaw half-breed whose eyes glowed read like the demon he was. She couldn't even bring her mouth to form any comments like half-breed or creature, and that alone was enough to throw her even more off-kilter.
But she was a Slytherin, and she would not - could not - let such a disgusting and unnatural thing weaken her. Not when she was better than it in both blood-status and upbringing. So instead she just plastered a smirk on her face, glancing down her nose at both him and the Buckley girl, tossing a strand of hair over her shoulder.
"Disgusting, the trash they let into Hogwarts these days," she sneered to Theo as they left, ignoring the shaking of her insides and gritting her teeth to prevent those tremors from becoming physical.
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Post by taylor528 on Oct 15, 2011 14:52:18 GMT -5
That was it. Taylor was normally calm, even in the most dire situations. So it msut have scared even Mordred a little when he slammed a fist on the table. "That's it. You can ignore me, but don't you dare call my friend trash! Your people are trash! I view you so far below muggles that I don't think I'd feel anything just beating the plain shit out of you, you pathetic excuse for a witch!" He got up and stormed toward Pansy. "You better hope someone gets magic back quick, because God won't even be able to help your soul, you worthless whore!" Taylor picked up a tray of food and threw it right in her face. He turned and walked to the entrance without even looking to see if it hit her or not. He had enough. He didn't even care about the punishment. He hoenstly didn't care. He walked out of the great hall and took a left, not caring where he was going.
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