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Post by wagtail on Mar 3, 2008 22:26:56 GMT -5
Elizabeth walked into the Three Broomsticks. She was alone, once again. Her father was on tour with his band: the Weird Sisters and her mother, of course, went along with him. She was happy for her father and his success and she didn't want to be selfish, but sometimes she wished that her parents would spend just a little more time with her.
Elizabeth sighed and walked up to the bar. "A butterbeer, please,"she said, slapping the money on the counter. The bartender slid the drink down the bar and she caught it. She turned around and sat down at a table in the corner. She flipped the top off of her drink with her thumb and took a drink.
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Post by deathlemonbite on Mar 4, 2008 19:48:44 GMT -5
Aphra strolled into the Three Broomsticks with a repulsed look on her face. She hardly ever came in her, too many mud-bloods were about, making Aphra sick to her stomach. Aphra wanted nothing more to rid the world of these type of creatures. It was far too often that they got mistaken for something great.
It had been cold outside, a bitter wind chilling Aphra right down to her bones, forcing her inside this awful pub. Only if the Hogshead wasn't closed today, she would get back at the bloody owner who worked there, it was his fault that she would have to rub elbows with the pitiful.
Frustrated, Aphra ordered a Firewhiskey and slammed the payment down on the counter, catching a lot of turning heads. "What are you looking at!" She hissed at all the watchers, silently they all turned back to what they were doing. She saw a open table in the corner, deciding to take it she made her way to the empty table. At first she sat down, but her eyes no longer wanted to stare at the filth that occupied this place. She laid back in her seat, leaving her untouched Firewhisky on the table, hoping that would be enough of a sign to show that someone was sitting, or rather, laying here; but of course Aphra shouldn't of undermined the stupidity of the population here.
Soon enough, someone had ignored the plain sign that said someone was using this booth, and sat down right on the other side. Aphra was just grateful that she didn't get sat on. Snicker lightly Aphra quickly took out her wand, muttering a spell. In the next instant the girl's butterbeer bottle exploded, sending tiny fragments of glass everywhere. Aphra sat up and glared at the girl across from her. "Why do you feel the need to share this booth, because I don't think I had a sign saying that this table was open to the likes of you." Aphra said harshly, her tongue was a fabulous weapon of hers.
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Post by wagtail on Mar 4, 2008 19:59:12 GMT -5
Elizabeth was about to take a sip from her butterbeer(one of her all time favorite drinks), when, suddenly, the bottle exploded! She got doused in the liquid and some of the glass got wedged in her arm, causing her to bleed. She looked around, confused. She had no idea who that happened, because she THOUGHT that she was sitting at the booth alone. She looked across from her and she realized that there was someone sitting there.
Elizabeth couldn't help but laugh. She was used to being treated like this for several reasons. For one, she was in Hufflepuff. She liked Hufflepuff, but she knew that many people had NO respect for the AMAZING Hufflepuffs. Two, she was famous and many people looked down on her because they thought that she was too stuck up to be friendly. It used to bother her, but she had gotten used to it. It didn't bother her anymore.
She laughed and said," Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't notice that this table was taken!" She'd had so much on her mind. She was worrying about her parents, along with some other stuff. She looked down at herself. "Oh...what a mess."
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Post by deathlemonbite on Mar 4, 2008 20:29:22 GMT -5
Aphra took a swig of her Fire whiskey before responding to the girl. "You know you will be cleaning that up, because I'm sure not, I'm not a maid like you mud-bloods." She sneered. Aphra really did hate people, especially the ones below her. She glared at her, what kind of a person would laugh when chunks of glass went into your arm. Only a hufflepuff, She thought bitterly. Aphra saw no purpose in them, what good were Hufflepuffs, Aphra had still not figured that out.
All of a sudden the silence was broken by a Strong hissing noise. Aphra removed her glare from the girl and smirked down at her arm, which was covered by the sleeve of her robe. A slow movement began to take place beneath it. "Does chaos want to come out and play?" Aphra literally hissed, speaking Parselmouth. Aphra had a deep passion for snakes, as of right now, Chaos was her one and only true companion.
Pushing back her sleeve, a white, almost silver, snake was revealed. Chaos continued to hiss rapidly. "Do you not like the poor pitiful girl, Chaos?" She asked the snake, but this time in her own tongue so the girl could here her.
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Post by wagtail on Mar 4, 2008 20:52:17 GMT -5
Elizabeth smirked and said,"Oh, don't worry, I'm not a muggle-born." She didn't care about people's blood. She thought that it was useless to care about things like that. However, she was proud of being a pureblood. That was how she was raised. Her parents had always taught her to be proud of being a pureblood because they were few and far between, but not to look down on those that weren't purebloods. "What makes you think that I am?" she said, as she pulled out her wand and waved it. The glass and the liquid disappeared. "Oh, well...I wasn't that thirsty, anyway."
Elizabeth was rather used to snakes because the Slytherins were always threatening her with them. She used to be deathly afraid of them, but because of all of the bullying, she had gotten used to it. She scoffed. "Pitiful?"she asked, surprised. She hated being talked to like that. Her father always wanted her to have all the respect in the world, but a lot of the people at Hogwarts didn't have the same thoughts.
She ignored the fact that this girl could speak Parseltongue. It didn't bother her, really. Now that she actually thought about it, she had never met one Slytherin that she liked. That house must be cursed with bad students. Not like HUFFLEPUFF and their amazingness. She pulled a first aid kit out of her giant purse. She always carried it with her because she was always getting hurt. She wrapped the small, injured part of her arm with a bandage.
Elizabeth looked back up at the girl. "And if you think that I am a maid, then you are sorely wrong and you obviously don't know who I am,"she said, smirking. It wasn't that she was stuck up. She didn't think that she was better than anyone, but she was proud of who she was.
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Post by deathlemonbite on Mar 8, 2008 22:04:35 GMT -5
Aphra sneered, "Well thats wonderful news, lets spread it, that instead of being a muggle-born, you are a blood-traitor, which marks you further down, because it was a choice." Aphra hated blood traitors, she didn't see what made their minds think it was alright to speak to the common folk.
"Well at least I see that you can understand that you are, in fact, pitiful. I thought my snake must've had one up on you." She laughed, coldly. Hufflepuffs weren't known for anything, Slytherins' were cunning, Gryffindors brave, though Aphra didn't agree with that, Ravenclaws for their knowledge, and Hufflepuffs were just the left over students who brought nothing to the table.
With her right hand, she petted the top of Chaos's head, it always soothed him. Aphra was distracted momentarily by the girl's wound, she had noticed it before, due to the fact that she had already fed last night and was not craving more. Aphra licked her sharp fangs on the inside of her mouth, not showing them. "Do you really think I care who you are, it does not matter to me, you are a Hufflepuff goody-good, who is a complete waste of space in this Wizarding world." Aphra said with an eerie calmness.
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Post by wagtail on Mar 8, 2008 22:28:13 GMT -5
Elizabeth tried her best to not laugh and luckily, she succeeded. "Me? A complete waste?" She smiled and shook her head. She was so NOT a waste. This girl obviously did not know who she was, but Elizabeth sort of got the feeling that she wouldn't even care if she did know. She shrugged. "That's your opinion. An opinion that I don't particularly care about, so you can say what you want." She smiled sweetly at the girl and tied her bandage in a knot, so that it wouldn't fall off easily.
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Post by deathlemonbite on Mar 9, 2008 16:43:48 GMT -5
aphra laughed wickedly. "Glad to know that I have your permission to say what I want. I don't know what I would have done if you disagreed with it." Aphra said sarcastically. Hufflepuffs really were the weakest links. She felt disgusted with the girl and her sickening sweet smile. It was enough to make anyone puke.
Aphra took her left hand and placed it on the table, slowly beginning to tap her fingers against the hard surface. Chaos slowly slide off her arm and onto the table, weaving in between Aphra's moving fingers. Aphra stared at the girl, wondering is she had completely forgotten the whole matter of this situation. Was she so dense to realize that she still hadn't moved from her table. "So, am I going to have to move you myself, or do you have enough brain power to figure out that motion all on your own?" Aphra asked, smirking, a dangerous gleam in her ice blue eyes.
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