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[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, line-height:80%;][atrb=style, width:279px; padding:10px; background:#ffffff;] IT STARTED WITH A WHISPER AND THAT WAS WHEN I KISSED HER Arden ran a set of her slim fingers along the strong wooden desk in the classroom. So far her days of schooling weren't going the way she had hoped. It was already the end of her first week her at Beauxbatons and she was already feeling more and more like she didn't belong. Sure, many of the other first years were her age, but it didn't really make her feel anymore secure. She ran a hand along her arms, feeling a little chilly within the palace walls, and glanced down at the gold watch that was strapped around her slender wrist. There were five minutes left in class. She looked around at her classmates, some of whom were scribbling notes down as though their lives depended on it. The others were simply staring at the chalkboard and probably imagining how it would turn into a demon of some kind eventually. Arden glanced down at her notebook, the pages scribbled in with information that could be relevant, if she took a serious interest in muggle studies. Unlike some of her pureblood classmates, she knew all about muggles, having lived among them for so long. She was sure there were countless others just like her who were probably finding it a little dull while the professor explained why muggles chose cars over brooms and portkeys. They were currently discussing 'traffic', among other things. But honestly, Arden wasn't paying much attention. As the young Sournois' eyes scanned the room, she locked eyes with a boy sitting a few desks to her left. She quickly shot her eyes back to the board, hoping that she hadn't lingered too long. She didn't even get a good look at the boy, but judging from the number of guys at the school, they were all rather good looking... definitely better than her old school. She glanced down at her pages again, feeling a little irritated that she hadn't found one useful thing in this class so far. It was getting to be a little tedious. Feeling a little bored again, she lolled her head from side to side, waiting for the class to finish. She stared down at her watch again and waited with bated breath before the bells rang that alerted many of her classmates from their studious slumber. Arden jolted out of her seat and booked it out of the classroom before the professor finished his sentence. The moment she left the class, she was engulfed in a swarm of students. She didn't know which way was up or down as she was dragged along with the current. She didn't really mind, there was so much about Beauxbatons that she didn't know. She clutched her books to her chest, overwhelmed by the sheet number of students, before she found herself in the grand entrance hall. Many students dispersed - heading for the dungeons, dining chamber or the outdoors. Arden was torn. Did she want to do any of those things or head back to her room where she would sit there sulking about how she kind of missed home and would want nothing more than to return there? No, she decided. She was going to go to the library and start doing some kind of homework assignment to keep herself caught up. Falling behind at wizarding school seemed to be a bit of a fear of hers... especially considering she knew very little about magic since she was shipped off here the moment she received her wizarding abilities. She walked into the library and immediately felt a wave of silence wash over her. It was stunning - the high ceilings, the grand windows and the number of beautifully lit chandeliers that hung on the ceiling. It was all very overwhelming, and as she took a step forward she heard the impact resonate all around the walls of the hallowed library. She held in a cough as she continued to walk, as confidently as she could, do a side room that was filled to the ceiling with books. There were plush chairs all around the room and she immediately made a beeline for one of them. She sunk into the chair as though it were made of water and she smiled at how she was the only one in there. Gave her the privacy of working on her work without being disturbed. She opened her bag and pulled out one of her books for her dark arts class - just standard learning for her, she wanted to know everything there was to know about manipulation among other things... that tended to come in handy. She siphoned through the pages searching for where she left off. As she did so, she didn't notice the new figure joining her in the room. She continued to count off pages, re-reading passages to see if she remembered them from previous readings... it took her a while, but she finally made it to the page she was searching for. A slender finger pointed to the line she needed to read and she got to work. She had a bit of catching up to do, which wasn't uncommon for her since she managed to fall behind pretty easily in most of her classes. Work ethic was something she didn't have. HEY HONEY YOU COULD BE MY DRUG | RAIF

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background: #2e2e2e; width:430px; height:550px; padding:0px;] take me back to your bed I love you so much that it hurts my head. Say, I don't mind you under my skin. I'll let the bad parts in, the bad parts in. TAGGED: arden WORDS: 912 He turned his quill uselessly in his fingers, his eyes abandoning the front of the classroom where the professor was excitedly chattering about muggles and their common uses of transportation, and there for the deliberation on traffic. While he understood that muggles undertook a different perception of it all, Raif had never really seen the connection. It was a way of life, yes, but it was not one that he’d grown up in. Nor was it one that he was likely to take part in. He really didn’t see the connection to the muggles and the wizarding world, or how any of this was relevant in the first place. He understood the difference between a portkey and a car. Considering that it was unlikely he would ever drive one, Raif was not finding himself particularly interested in note taking. It seemed though that a good majority of the students were frantic, as though they were trying to hold on to every word uttered from their professor’s lips. Watching them brought a hint of a smile to his lips, it was amusing to him how fascinated others became with the muggle lifestyle. One would guess they were studying some ancient culture when in all reality they were merely studying a different way of life - a way of life which was much more complicated than their own. The interest only served to baffle him. Looking around the room Raif suddenly found his gaze locked with a girl a few rows to the right of him. He’d not even the opportunity to flash her a smile, before her eyes quickly darted away again. It would seem that for whatever reason the girl was as disinterested as himself. With the remnant of a smile on his features he turned his attention to the professor who had gone on to explain traffic lights – which seemed to be a waste of time if nothing else. He carelessly flipped the page to resume the appearance of listening. Not that he’d done much a job of it in the first place. This class was moving treacherously slow. Having gained the girls attention before he sought to get it again, but it would seem her mind was otherwise preoccupied. Whomever she was, in those few moments she had captured his attention. He nearly laughed aloud when he glanced over to see her aimlessly lolling her head back and forth, causing her dark hair to shift against her shoulders. Raif smiled, deciding he would approach her after class. As the bell rang, dismissing the students, Raif paused only for a moment to let the professor finish before he shoved his belongings into his pack. He’d spent the whole hour discussing muggles, he didn’t plan to resume it in his spare time. Besides it would seem he had to make an acquaintance. His brown eyes searched the room, displeased when he caught sight of the dark tresses already on their way out the door. She was even more impatient than he was it would seem. Throwing the pack over his shoulder Raif rushed to the door, elbowing his way through students as he went. Upon entering the hall he knew it was a lost cause. There was no way he’d find her among all these students. She could be any number of these girls. Shrugging in surrender he found his way through the maze of students. He wasn’t returning to the dorms, that much he knew. He’d grown rather tired of the dark dungeons and felt the need to find some new company. Even the members of his own house couldn’t find the dungeons pleasant for long. He’d no real mind of where he was going, but found himself surprised as he landed at the foot of the library. He’d might as well be productive while he was here, there were some books he’d not yet received due to backorder, but his professor’s had reassured him that they could be found here. He’d just make a quick stop, grab his books and then be on his way. It was quiet inside the library, as one could expect, but it was much more magnificent than he might have imagined. It was a library worthy of his father’s collection. He seemed to like things that were expansive and this could certainly be considered expansive. He made his way to the front desk, question at hand and the librarian had an answer soon to follow. Wandering towards the shelves where he’d been directed, Raif turned his eyes on the students he passed – many of which were eagerly studying. Something which he did not do often. Just before he made to turn into an aisle, a head bent over a book caught his attention. A girl with dark tresses, much like the ones he’d seen in his muggle studies class, was nestled into one of the plush chairs which were scattered throughout the room. Smiling he changed direction, no longer interested in finding the books for his classes. As he neared he was happy to recognize the very same girl, whom he’d made eye contact with in class. Whatever she was reading now seemed to have captured her attention, unlike any of the discussions they’d been having in class. Shouldering his bag onto the floor he took a seat beside her, quiet only for a moment. What has you so interested? He asked, his slip raising into a half smile. Not muggle studies I would presume NOTES: bleh... still getting used to him

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[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, line-height:80%;][atrb=style, width:279px; padding:10px; background:#ffffff;] IT STARTED WITH A WHISPER AND THAT WAS WHEN I KISSED HER The Sournois girl hugged her cardigan closer around her body as she felt a slight breeze brush through the library's hallowed halls. She turned the page of her dark arts textbook gingerly, scanning the first few lines of the page, written in beautiful script. Sometimes, she found it difficult to read some of these writings but at other times she valued how much effort it must have taken the author to make it look so beautiful. It made the dark arts that much more interesting to understand. Not that she was planning to take over the world or anything terrible like that. She was simply a girl who was interested in understanding the psychology behind dark magic and why it worked, what worked, and why the magic turned people into cowards. She glanced at a picture of a man who she didn't recognize and read the caption underneath. It was describing a professor from the Durmstrang magical academy and she felt her gut clench as she quickly looked away. She didn't know much about Durmstrang, but she knew how awful it was apparently and how it was known for churning out dark wizards. Kind of like what she heard about Slytherin house at Hogwarts... but surely, that couldn't be entirely true. Which house would be the darkest at Beauxbatons? The Cossu students seemed way too artsy to be concerned with dark magic, and certainly the Rouerie students filled with their logical means would manage to escape the lure of darkness... perhaps it was her house, Sournois. She smiled slightly at the idea that perhaps she was living with future dark witches and wizards, and turned the page again. She was slowly reading a little more in depth about the cruciatus curse when she heard the seat beside her give way to a visitor. She didn't dare look over as she kept her long dark hair shielding her face. She flipped through the next couple pages, slowly losing her concentration before she heard it. Him. That voice was so smooth and chocolatey, she just wanted to melt in it. She didn't dare look up right away, a small smile toying upon her lips as she darted her eyes in his direction, peeking through her hair. She sat up straight and snapped the book shut and kept it comfortably on her lap. "Dark Magic, actually." she said bluntly, wondering whether he'd be scared or intrigued by this somewhat taboo subject around other students. When one didn't know the other's alliance to the dark arts, it was often difficult to tell whether or not you could trust them. It took her a few more moments to realize that this was the boy from Muggle Studies, and she couldn't help but feel a little more entertained. Who would have thought? This was rather serendipitous, the two encountering one another moments after their quick exchange that left Arden's cheeks burning. She looked away again, away from his smile that would surely melt her into jelly. She wasn't much a girl who was generically the type guys went for. And she certainly wasn't the studious bookworm either. She was... just Arden. There wasn't anything too special about her. She had two older sisters who made sure she wasn't thought of as special anywhere she went. It was upsetting sometimes when she thought about it, but then she gained the motivation they provided her to do better in her life. Beat them at the game of living. She was already aiming to achieve something they never could and were too scared to - she was going to learn how to master the Unforgivable curses... but never use them on people, of course. Or animals, if she could help it. She was more interested in how they functioned. But did she really believe that? Sometimes, Arden was a little worried that perhaps she was really a dark wizard in the making. She liked to think she was light, good and would protect Beauxbatons if any dark wizard were to take over... but she had never really thought about whether or not the dark wizard was herself or not. She glanced back over at the boy and extended her slender hand to meet him, "My name's Arden, mysterious stranger." she smirked, as their hands shook. She felt a little bit of a shock at how strong he was, but she couldn't help but keep the smile dancing on her lips. There was something wonderful about his dark eyes and appearance. As though he had something eerie about him that wasn't for her eyes or ears. And the more she thought about his possible secrets the more she became interested. Perhaps the saying was true - the you tell people, the more they wonder. She was certainly going to take advantage of that... starting with her house. She wished she had remembered that before divulging some prime information - that being her name - and making her seem less and less mysterious. Not that she was good at that either. She was a gossip, there was nothing more to it. Once she heard a rumor, it wasn't likely that it would stay hidden for very long. She smiled sweetly at the boy, curious to know his story. Maybe it was juicy enough for her to care about, maybe it wasn't. Maybe it involved some long time girlfriend whom he loved... or maybe it didn't. Arden wasn't one to get too involved. HEY HONEY YOU COULD BE MY DRUG | RAIF

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background: #2e2e2e; width:430px; height:550px; padding:0px;] take me back to your bed I love you so much that it hurts my head. Say, I don't mind you under my skin. I'll let the bad parts in, the bad parts in. TAGGED: arden She had heard him, of that he had been sure. While she might now have forwardly acknowledged him, his dark eyes weren’t oblivious to the smile playing coyly on her soft lips. He liked to think she was avoiding his gaze because she was afraid to appear of being in his company. It was amusing to him that she sought to prolong her answer, creating the stage on which they’d perform. He raised a curious brow, resting back in his chair as her posture transformed. No longer was she hidden behind her open book and veil of long dark hair, Raif found himself able to measure the full impact of her presence. Her stark attitude suddenly demanded attention instead of drawing it, her doll like features seemingly elegant. ”Dark magic, actually” Her tone was blunt, lacking any redeemable emotion. If she were expecting some sort of reaction, she was not likely to receive one. He hardly found her behavior implorable, especially after gauging her disinterest in their previous class. Besides he was a transfer from Durmstrangs , he was use to this sort of behavior. He had done such studying himself, the dark arts was definitely intriguing. And where did one such as yourself come across such a book? He teased, toying with the idea that she would find herself interested in such a lifestyle. Such books weren’t left lying around so casually. Most students wouldn’t dare to pick them up, lest they be admonished for taking up such bold interests. He assumed she was a first year, perhaps she was only reading for the sake of rebellion or perhaps she was genuinely interested- regardless he would not be the one to judge. Though if he were to learn anything from her reading of choice, it would be that she was dark – darker than she’d let off to be. So tell me. What is it that has you so intrigued? Or were you just looking up some devilish schemes? Raif asked, his voice biting with an edge of sarcasm. He found himself intrigued and there was no better way to get information than to play it out of them. A coy smile of his own lifted on his lips as she introduced herself, offering her slim hand in return for his own. Her hands were small in his own and he vaguely found himself wondering if this girl, seemingly petite and gentle were in his own house. Had he been judging by the cover he might have been led to believe otherwise, but the intensity of her presence had him wondering if she too were a sournois. What a pleasure, Arden. He smiled, leaning back in his chair, letting her name roll off his tongue. Her words were ironic, because here has been thinking that she was a mysterious stranger. A stranger with a name, but little else. Time would change that though, he was sure of it. Already he was finding he wanted to know the story locked behind those pretty brown eyes. Me, a mystery.. He laughed, playing off of her words. I’m nothing, but another face among the crowd. I doubt there are many strangers in your wake. You can call me Raif. NOTES: sorrry it's not great and it took so long ><

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[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, line-height:80%;][atrb=style, width:279px; padding:10px; background:#ffffff;] IT STARTED WITH A WHISPER AND THAT WAS WHEN I KISSED HER He sort of just sat there. Arden couldn't remember the last time she felt as though no one was judging her for what her sisters were or for what she was compared to them. Being the first one at Beauxbatons, she felt the most need to make herself the most interesting person around and had a bit of a hard time convincing herself of that. She was probably going to have to meet someone and have them help her out with that. Who knows, maybe this interesting boy who seemed to have all the charm of every boy she knew combined could assist her in that... that is, if she didn't punch him to the other side of the grounds. She arched her brow at the question. Where did I find myself such a book, you say? she asked herself, mocking his attempt. She figured words would be too much, so she raised her arm and gestured to the shelves around her. This was, of course, a lie but did he really care enough to ask again? She had found the book in Knockturn Alley when Amanda had brought her there to explore something more... unique for school. She found the book and it had been a going away present from the sister she tolerated most. It was most certainly an interesting read, and while she was on her way to Beauxbatons, she found herself being given strange glances by passersby. The book was old, so perhaps that was the reason. Or maybe people just thought she was some crazy schoolgirl interested in a way to make her enemies disappear. There were countless options, but Arden had been too busy exploring each and every thing she could imagine through one of the darkest of books. So tell me. What is it that has you so intrigued? Or were you just looking up some devilish schemes? Arden shrugged, "How's about a bit of both?" she suggested coyly, cocking her brow and shooting him a look that could have been seen as cute, if you didn't notice the glint of tom foolery in her eyes. Of course, Arden had had practice at pranking others back home... but was there really a reason to divulge her schemes with this strange whom she had just been acquainted with? That was the first rule of breaking the rules: tell no one. Or at least, those were Bingham's personal rules. Maybe this boy was interested in being an accomplice. Maybe he was interested in poking holes in all her plans. She wasn't planning on taking the risk just yet. "Are you, mister clean-cut bad-boy, interested in learning how to use dragon scales to make someone writhe in pain for hours?" she asked him nonchalantly, picking up a book from a side table and rifling through it. She shot him a glance from the corner of her milky chocolate eyes and smirked. If he was as naughty as his grin made him out to be, she was sure he was interested in something a little less evil, a little more fun. It was always a good idea to figure that out first. She couldn't help but laugh. Everyone was a stranger to her. The land of France was a stranger to her. Honestly, she hadn't taken the time to meet anyone else other than some girls in her house. It was all very ho-hum for her. Nothing exciting to keep everyone on their toes. She was certainly not the subject of an epic, moreso the girl who appears in that one scene in that one movie and then disappears from view. Of course, there was always an advantage. At least she wasn't one of those girls who knew everyone and had everyone love them - people would watch her and know her every move. It was all very worrisome and she didn't have the stomach to really handle all the scrutiny from those who were against her. Or knew her secrets. She shuddered at the thought of people finding out about her sisters. She didn't want anyone to know them, lest she be compared to them and their stellar accomplishments. Lowly Arden Bingham, a first year who was the youngest of an auror, a magical law enforcer and a healer. Everything about her family she loved and hated. There were expectations, being a Bingham. Expectations she didn't want to trouble herself with until she was in fifth or even seventh year. It was all too confusing. All too much for her to care for. She nodded at the mention of his name, "Of course. Raif. Are you but a name? A figure roaming through the halls?" she asked him curiously, teasingly, "Or perhaps you have a home here. A house, per say." she grinned, curious to know where he belonged in the grand scheme of Beauxbatons. HEY HONEY YOU COULD BE MY DRUG | RAIF

credit to kara caution, shine, & atf.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background: #2e2e2e; width:430px; height:550px; padding:0px;] take me back to your bed I love you so much that it hurts my head. Say, I don't mind you under my skin. I'll let the bad parts in, the bad parts in. TAGGED: arden WORDS: 912 He smiled at the arch of her brow, as if she were questioning the words which had slid from his mouth. She seemed to hold her tongue, choosing instead to gesture to the shelves around her. He wondered if she was always so silent or if she was merely playing the part. Raif couldn’t be sure of the book, but he was sure that if it was full of dark magic like she suggested then she hadn’t found it on these shelves. I can’t say as though I believe you. He said, smoothly arching a dark brow of his own. He hadn’t been in Beauxbaton’s for long, but he was sure that such books weren’t sitting around just waiting to be picked up. Even Durmstang’s with its propensity for turning out dark wizards had not left such books lying around where anyone could pick them up. He held out his hand, wondering if she’d place I there and let him gander or if she’d keep it hidden. I might be more inclined to take your word for it if you’d convinced me you’d snuck into the restricted section and that my lady is a task itself. He smiled, not moving from his place realizing she held a certain air of intrigue about her . How about a bit of both? He nodded, interested in the fact that she chose not divulge. It would seem that Arden was just as interested in gaging his intentions as he was her own. Not that he could blame her, not many would have taken her bold interest in the dark arts so kindly. It was a bit of a taboo subject in the wizarding world. Well consider me intrigued. He noted with a casual suaveness. Raif was finding her nature a bit pervasive, but it was all well enough. He supposed he might be in her situation. He just couldn’t help but to be pulled in –pervasive as she might be, she was bold. Bold was something he enjoyed. It was something so many others lacked; it was a sign of character. He couldn’t help but laugh aloud at her next words clean-cut-bad-boy. Arden didn’t know how right she was. Whatever gave me away? Raif asked, smile still tugging at his lips as he leaned forward, speaking low into her ear. What if I told you I already knew how? His face was grimly set, his eyes baring straight into her as he sat back into his seat. But that does reek of devilish intent. He wondered if she’d be intrigued by his words or frightened, one never could be sure. Raif wondered if she was playing or if she was serious, it was just as well that he find out. It wasn’t often that he found his motives in question. His father had never much cared. His only expectation was to follow in his father’s footsteps. Keep true to the bloodline and find some form of measured success. Though he couldn’t say that much for most of his family. His father was the only successful Donavon of the lot, the rest had seemed to have lost their away. An aunt in Azkaban, an uncle dead for his crimes. His father was an auror and was the only one who could say something of himself. That was his only expectation, to make something of himself. Raif didn’t figure that it was too hard. He;d grown up in a lavish lifestyle, it was more about making connections than it was about anything else. Who do you know and what can you do. You might be best of knowing me as nothing more. He stated simply, choosing to let her hunger for an answer deepen a bit. Though I do have a house. Sournois, in fact. Seemed only natural having been a transfer from Durmstrangs. He added, glancing to her deep, chocolate eyes as he spoke. But tell me more of yourself. I’m sure I’ll find you’re much more interesting NOTES: sorry it took so long >< love ya

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[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, line-height:80%;][atrb=style, width:279px; padding:10px; background:#ffffff;] IT STARTED WITH A WHISPER AND THAT WAS WHEN I KISSED HER Arden smirked and shrugged. There was something eerily fascinating about him. Kind of like the way wax in lava floats gracefully when heated. Perhaps he was more of a piece of art than a boy. He certainly appeared to be much different than what she had thought before. In class, she had thought of him as the attractive boy at the front of the class who kept quiet and did nothing to draw attention to himself. But as she was speaking to him, it seemed as though what she thought was certainly the opposite of the truth. She tossed her hair over her shoulder, keeping it away from her face so he would get a clear view of his speaking partner. "I can't quite say I was verifying myself," she countered, always a note of playfulness behind her words. She wasn't the type to challenge others unless challenged herself, and she certainly didn't look to provoke the other. He was becoming increasingly like other boys and it was making her feel kind of irritated. She was hoping for something more interesting, maybe a conversation that's less boring. "Restricted section? Is it not possible that I could have retrieved it elsewhere?" she asked him, arching her brow as she crossed her arms over her chest. The book itself was one of darkness and she wasn't sure where she had managed to get a hold of it. She recalled heading to knockturn alley as an escape from her mother and her sisters shopping for other things, and managed to come across the book... but it could just be as possible that she had picked it up in the Sournois common room. This wasn't an uncommon article to find there, she was beginning to realize. There were many Durmstrang students, and even Arden knew of their reputation concerning the dark arts. It was all just a matter of time before someone left a book and it was found by the wrong set of eyes. Hers, to be exact. "Devilish intent, indeed." she said casually, picking the book up again and flipping through the first few pages. She found a page that spoke in depth about the cruciatus curse and she showed him the face of the drawn victim, "Can you do that to a person, not caring about how you felt towards the state of humanity and wizardry?" she lowered the book and peered over the top with her eyes, twinkles dancing throughout her orbs as she watched his neutral expression. If the pair were playing poker, it seemed obvious that he would win. He was the epitome of calamity as his eyes never wavered and he managed to hold her gaze. She looked away, grateful that the book hid her face as pink blush surfaced. She forced it away as quickly as she could before lowering the book with a snap. As much as she enjoyed reading about dark magic, it was never something she intended to pursue. Perhaps a career in the psychology behind the dark arts was something she'd be more interested in, but that would be for later study for at Beauxbatons there was no such subject. She ran a hand through her tresses and examined them a little, hiding her smile. He was acting as though he were a dangerous fugitive trying to escape the aurors or something. Maybe he was. Arden was apparently going to be denied access to that type of information. It irked her slightly that he dodged all of her questions. What if there was something that would make or break the conversation? Start a friendship? Or something more? As much as she wanted to avoid thinking about that last question, the thought had crossed her mind. The boy was a Sournois like herself after all, but she wasn't going to divulge that information quite yet. Maybe another day when he put a little more effort in exchanging information of equal importance. She viewed this conversation to be a trade of sorts. Give a little, take a little. If he gave enough of himself, then maybe she'd divulge her secrets. She didn't have many, but the electrodes working in her mind always managed to blow the winds. She changed daily in her opinions towards dark magic - occasionally she thanked the idea and other days she hated it. Perhaps today was one of the days she was grateful for its existence. It allowed a more... effective form of punishment to take place. "It does seem natural," she agreed with him, pulling her wand out and emitting sparks out from its ends. They danced and crackled in front of the two before she glanced over at him, "There really isn't much to share." she would have wanted to end the conversation there, but she figured a little more wouldn't hurt, "I'm a girl, that much I hope is obvious. And I like dark magic, so perhaps that'll be enough for you." she shrugged. Lately, she wasn't too into sharing bits about herself. She learned from a wise woman that The less you reveal, the more people wonder and she wanted to apply that theory and really make use of her mystery. Maybe he'd be drawn in or maybe he'd be repulsed. But if he really wanted to get to know her, this would be the best way to do so. It was difficult not to ask more questions, but she figured that keeping her lips sealed was how real ladies acted. And she wanted to be a little more of a lady than a girl. HEY HONEY YOU COULD BE MY DRUG | RAIF

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background: #2e2e2e; width:430px; height:550px; padding:0px;] take me back to your bed I love you so much that it hurts my head. Say, I don't mind you under my skin. I'll let the bad parts in, the bad parts in. TAGGED: arden I wasn’t limiting opportunities. I was merely stating that I doubt you found it among these shelves. He said simply, his arm sweeping past the limitless books. His lip raised in a casual smile as she tossed her long, chocolate locks back behind her shoulder. It was the first decent view he’d caught of the girl, seated rows away in class always hidden behind a veil of her dark locks. Her eyes were deep colored chocolate, just like her hair. Both offered a stark contrast to the soft pale features of her face. He might have thought her purely innocent had it not been for the conversation unraveling between them. Like her eyes it seemed this pale beauty held certain darkness –one not so obvious to the unwary eye. In fact, I wouldn’t put it past you to have found it in some corner of Knockturn alley. I don’t think you’re as innocent as you look. Before today innocent had been the only word he’d had in association to the girl, it seemed he’d been mistaken. A casual glance had not paid her proper justification. He wondered if she was always so open with her interests, or if anyone else had ever inclined to listen. It was likely that it was only an interest, but Raif wasn’t so sure. Crossing his arms he leaned comfortably back into his chair, a haughty grin playing at his features as she flipped through the pages. He didn’t make a move until she lifted the book up, placing it before his face. The Cruciatus Curse. This girl was surprising him with every passing second. Most witches and wizards avoided speaking of the unforgivable curses, afraid of repercussion. It seemed that Arden had no bounds. She was either incredibly naïve or dangerously curious and he had a nagging feeling that it wasn’t the former. Devilish or wretched? I’m thinking the majority of the population might say wretched.” He said with a laugh, considering that the spell was known for its infliction of unbearable pain. The pain from such a spell had hospitalized a great number of witches and wizards, causing them irreparable damage. I can’t say as though I’ve inflicted such pain… He said calmly, pushing the book down below her gaze so he might see the rest of her features. But I’ve seen such a spell produced. Have you? If it came down to it, Raif didn’t think the spell was above him, but he wondered if this girl – so slight in form could muster up the courage to inflict so much pain upon a person. He wasn’t so sure, but they did say that dynamite came in small packages. Being a student at Durmstrangs, I’m sure I’ve witnessed a deal more than you have ever read. It wasn’t untrue. Raif had shared his school with many dark wizards, some of which he still knew. Many of which due to his father and his great gatherings. Who’s to say? I suppose I’d have to try it to have an answer for you. What do you say we give it a go? He said winking, watching for her response. He chuckled slightly as Arden agreed, of course it was natural, he didn’t have a place among Rouerie or Cossu. He lacked creativity as a principle and while he was smart, he wasn’t one with a soft hear – not like those in Rouerie. Given your interests, I wouldn’t be surprised if you were a Sournois. Do forgive me if I’m mistaken. he said, an air of sarcasm encasing his tone. He didn’t think he was wrong, but one could never be sure. Well, I’m pleased to know I wasn’t mistaken. I’d hate to think I was chasing some pretty little lad. Raif mocked, watching the sparks which were dancing from the tip of her wand. It is obvious enough as are your interests. He said a smile tugging at his lips as he glanced fleetingly at the book in her hands. I’m sure you’ve much to tell, but we’ve all the time in the world. You’ve given me enough to intrigue me, so that’s a start. he played mockingly, but it was true enough. She was an interesting sort, not so easy to read as most girls. NOTES: sorry it took so long >< love ya

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[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, line-height:80%;][atrb=style, width:279px; padding:10px; background:#ffffff;] IT STARTED WITH A WHISPER AND THAT WAS WHEN I KISSED HER Arden scoffed, the first ghost of a smile creeping up onto her lips as she looked away, hoping that if she didn't look at his playfully sexy face she would stop smiling. For whatever reason, she was really enjoying this attention from him. Perhaps it was the fact that she wasn't used to it because of her sisters, or it could be because there was something about the boy that made him seem just as bad as he looked. He looked like that piece of candy from the corner store that you know you shouldn't indulge in, but you just can't help yourself. Raif just seemed like he could see right through her, and as hard as she tried she couldn't stop him. "Not as innocent as I look? Good to know I probably look like I'm fourteen." she smirked. Raif looked about her age - seventeen, she'd assume, and she was pleased to see that he didn't believe she looked like a child. Tucking some hair behind her ear she glanced down at her watch, about an hour had passed since she had arrived in the library, the dining hall was sure to be opening up soon for dinner. She couldn't wait to dig her teeth into some of the delicious steak laid out towards her. She sighed, "Sounds like you'd be familiar with Knockturn Alley," she said sweetly, "Although, the good boy in you probably steers clear from it." she added quickly, giggling. Glancing down at the page on the cruciatas curse, she too shook her head. She hadn't performed the spell before, but something told her that she was going to, or that she wanted to, in the future. There was something so powerful about the spell that drove wizards to use it. She knew that it was only another way to darken your soul and she was going to try and avoid selling it for dark magic. Very Faustus of her. She smiled down at the picture and ran her finger over the face of pure agony of the victim painted onto the parchment. "It looks dangerous, doesn't it?" she asked casually, somewhat eerily, "That these spells exist at all and that young wizards and witches are able to do them?" she glanced up at the boy's devilishly handsome face, feeling a little more than pleased to have him in her company. Some part of her wanted to snuggle up to him and the other half wanted to get up and walk away before she realized how her heart was beating more rapidly because of him. Arden was a little slow on the draw, so she didn't quite want to get up and feel less than pleased as she walked out of the library. This boy, to her, had always been the handsome, charming one at the front of the class who mostly kept to himself. But she saw the way his eyes would wander, tracing the room and smiling at all the girls. She knew how she would always look preoccupied whenever his eyes came close to her direction. But of course, that was how he was, wasn't he? Someone who always got what he wanted and used his good looks and charm to his advantage. Arden did the same, but never to the same extent. Durmstrang, huh? Arden felt goosebumps on her arms. There was something about Durmstrang that had the girl on edge. It produced mostly dark wizards and witches, and some part of her wished she could go there. She smiled up at him, a little more carefully this time attempting to disguise her thrill at the idea of... well, she was getting a little ahead of herself. A Beauxbatons girl through and through, she was certainly not a bad witch, just one that was curious about what bad witches did - with or without magic. "I wouldn't be opposed to the idea," she winked, drawing her wand out from her bag, "Would you like to be the victim to my curse?" she challenged, twirling her wand between her fingers as a coy smile slipped over her pink lips. "I'm really not all that interesting," she sighed, shaking her head. "Although, it really wouldn't be a surprise if I were a Sournois. Guess you'll have to wait until my possible arrival in the common room to know for sure," she added with a grin. Intrigue was good. She was going to have to maintain that if she didn't want him hopping up and chasing after the first pretty girl he saw. She didn't know him all that well, but something told her it would be something Raif would do. Leave her mid-sentence, perhaps, unless he was the gentleman type. HEY HONEY YOU COULD BE MY DRUG | RAIF

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[raif donovan]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background: #2e2e2e; width:430px; height:550px; padding:0px;] take me back to your bed I love you so much that it hurts my head. Say, I don't mind you under my skin. I'll let the bad parts in, the bad parts in. TAGGED: arden Raif arched an eyebrow as Arden turned away from his, seemingly distracted, as her lips curved showing the first hint of a smile. His dark eyes followed her own, finding only shelves of open books. The library had long since grown quiet and what students remained were quietly gathering their books and belongings. It was near dinner time and it was not often that one found students in the library at these late hours, unless they were particularly studious or trying to sate their keen curiosities. Moving forward in his chair, he let one arm rest on his knee as he reached out to touch her chin, drawing her gaze back to his own. Why hide such a pretty smile? He said softly, letting his hand drop from her chin. He offered a small smile in return before speaking again Or did you see a ghost, because as far as I can we have no other company. He knew she’s turned away with certainty and he wanted to know the reason behind it. When she finally spoke again, the smile was replaced by a smirk as she undermined her age. He hardly thought she looked fourteen, he was sure that she was nearer his own age – sixteen or seventeen perhaps. She lacked the characterization of the younger girls that he’d seen around the school. Rather she had the more subtle definition of a young woman, soft formed features and delicate structure. It wasn’t only her demeanor that clued him in, but also the way she spoke, holding certain clarity. While she spoke of dark things, it was not from childish curiosity, her eyes told him it was something more. I’d hardly say you look so young. He said, adjusting himself in his seat. While at first she looked simply innocent, he was realizing he’d been mistaken. In class she’d always shied away from his gaze, or so he assumed, as she’d never met it directly not before today. He might have pegged her as a rouerie, soft spoken and quiet. After having a closer look, he was met with strongly contrasting ideas. The emotions in her face betrayed her for being something more. She was darker than her features portrayed. I can’t be sure what would ever lead you to that conclusion. Innocence can be misleading, though I suppose you know that. He said, his voice teasing as he glanced in her direction. Aren’t you just sweet. he said, emphasizing the last word following the curt giggle which had escaped her lips. Here you are thinking I’ve got a conscience resting on my shoulder. He smiled idly. He was teasing of course, everyone had a conscience, some just met it with complete disregard – his father being one of them. He was like his father in many regards or so he’d been told, though he wasn’t keen to agree. Raif and his father disagreed more often than not. He’d been more curious in following a path of his own than following his fathers though he was sure that Arden was more right than he’d ever acknowledge. Or at least at one time she would have been right in her assumptions. His sister had really been the only thing that had kept his head in place most of the time, he’d always wanted a better life for her than their father had offered. Since her disappearance though it seemed he hadn’t as much of conscience, perhaps because she was more of a conscience than he’d ever had. I suppose you’ll just have to see which prevails. His eyes flickered from shoulder to shoulder, as if to acknowledge the good and evil weighing on either side. Her gaze fell on the book once more and he watched her with curiosity as she traced the image illustrated in the book with the tip of her finger as though she were contemplating the agony of the victim portrayed there. He found himself surprised by the smile which lit her features as she gazed down at the image – one that so many others turned from in disgust. He was more interested on the expressions animated on her face than he was by any of the images printed in the book. He knew what the curse did to people, he’d seen the remnants of an individual met with the hatred behind it, his uncle having suffered such a fate himself. It’s only dangerous if you mean it. He answered simply. The curse was considered illegal, but everyone was aware of it. That’s the thing about these curses, the extent of one’s pain is fashioned by the intent of the caster. Those golden hearted souls never cause much harm. Curiosity is never enough to cause the pain you see here. He said, taking his turn to trace the image on the page. With every passing word he was finding himself more curious, was she really the girl she was speaking of or was she merely hiding herself behind words. So tell me, as your victim what should I expect? He met her gaze directly as he spoke, knowing the question held more underlying meaning than any of their conversation than before. He wanted to know how she’d answer. He liked the coy smile playing on her lips, but he wondered how long it’d be there. Raif like knowing he was the reason for it being there. He smiled as she winked in his direction returning one of his own. Though I think it calls for a more private setting, just the two of us. Wouldn’t want any wandering eye now would we? You’re selling yourself short, Arden. He admitted simply. She was far more interesting than she’d let herself believe. Why wait when I can escort you there myself. Raising himself from his seat, he offered her his arm, his gaze suggestive as he looked down into her dark gaze. Or I could treat you to dinner. He said with a laugh, knowing very well that he was speaking of the dining hall. Make it a proper date. That is… unless you’ve something better to do. He didn’t think she’d turn him down, but he was finding he didn’t want her to. NOTES: FINAALLY struck some muse with him ♥

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[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, line-height:80%;][atrb=style, width:279px; padding:10px; background:#ffffff;] IT STARTED WITH A WHISPER AND THAT WAS WHEN I KISSED HER The girl couldn't help but blush a little as she toyed with the fabric of her cardigan. She tried to hide the pink on her cheeks. Raif seemed to be genuinely a nice guy and she was having a bit of a tough time seeing that through the image he seemed to extrude. It seemed as though he was more interested in the number of girls who were trailing him rather than focus on the girls themselves. Or girl, for that matter. Raif was definitely the charming type, and she didn't exactly want to tell him to get lost and leave her alone for good, did she? Tucking some hair behind her ear, she glanced up at him through her dark lashes and returned the smile, "Thanks." she said softly, but she quickly regained her sarcasm, "Ghost? Don't tell me you're afraid of them," that small, shy smile molded into a grin as she hugged her knees to her chest in the chair and leaned back getting comfortable. Somehow, the boy was slowly growing on Arden after their conversation. The library seemed like the worst place to meet someone, but for whatever reason the attractive librarian himself wasn't pestering the two to be quiet. Possibly because he was busy with a student. Arden winked, "You seem to know the type well. The appearance of innocence doesn't necessarily mean... well, innocence." It was true that she was often mistaken for a girl who had no idea what she was doing in any sense, and sometimes it irked her. At times it would prove to be advantageous, not knowing what she was doing, but at others it just irritated her that some people didn't give her the time of day. She looked young, but she was certainly seventeen years old and happy with her age. She sighed, sneaking a peek of Raif and she hid the corners of the lips as they raised into a content smile. If only the girls could see her now... the ones she caught staring at him in class of course, would be incredibly jealous. She wasn't sure if he got that attention all the time or if it was a rarer occurrence. Whatever the case, she couldn't help but feel a little more confidence rise within her as she spent more and more time with the Sournois. "Sounds like a challenge," she beamed. Arden would hardly ever admit it, but she was a sucker when it came to bets and competitions. She often turned many things into a competition subconsciously and that was what would push people away. The way she always liked to compare or try and beat someone, no matter how trivial. She was somewhat devastated when she stopped growing and all the boys passed her back when she began her muggle high school. Thankfully, she had learned to get over genetic things like that and learn to control things that actually could be controlled. Arden nodded in agreement on his comment concerning the curses. You really did have to mean to cause harm and pain and whatever else that was terrible to really make them work. Arden hadn't felt heartbreak or real pain before so it was rather unlikely that she would be one to wield such power. Sometimes she wished she could, the darkness in her would take over and wish she could use those curses to her advantage and really do whatever she wanted... perhaps being constantly thrust aside by her sisters would do the trick. However there was always that part of goodness within her that would remind her that she didn't want to push everyone away and be feared. She honestly didn't want to be hated or really talked about other than by herself or her family. She liked the anonymity to be totally honest. She liked being another face to her peers and a friend to those she cared about. Her cousin on the other hand was another story. Marley was much more outgoing than herself, but she still felt a connection to her and considered her one of her closest friends. "As my victim, I shouldn't let on what I can do," she said coyly, adding a laugh. Things between her and Raif were light and breezy, their conversation was easy as though they had known each other for much longer than a few hours. Hard to believe this was the boy who's face was so fleeting at the end of the her classes. She arched her brow at the suggestion, sitting up a little straighter and leaning forward, feigning a very real curiosity. "Really, now?" she asked him, sarcasm dripping from her every word as mischief and a teasing tone was emitted from her eyes and her next words, "A private setting? Anything in mind?" The smirk on her lips melted into a bit of an unsure expression as Raif suggested the latter idea. Something better to do? You don't know me at all, do you? she thought with amusement. She sighed and tapped her chin, a small smile appearing on her lips as a giveaway for her response. "If I let you escort me to dinner, wouldn't you find out to which house I belong?" she asked him as she slowly tucked her things away in her bag, her decision already made. "Perhaps it's a chance I'm willing to take, unless this 'date' had a more interesting setting than the silly dining hall," she added, pulling her bag over her shoulder and smiling at the boy. He had a little twinkle in her eye that won her over. "How about this, if we were to, say, go on a date right about now.... and we were to leave the palace, I would like to suggest a hiatus from one another until about seven. That way, I have time to add layers upon layers of chemicals to my face to look pretty enough," she said, laughing loudly enough to earn a few glares and 'shush'-es from her peers. HEY HONEY YOU COULD BE MY DRUG | RAIF

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background: #2e2e2e; width:430px; height:550px; padding:0px;] take me back to your bed I love you so much that it hurts my head. Say, I don't mind you under my skin. I'll let the bad parts in, the bad parts in. TAGGED: arden Raif settled into his chair contentedly, his eyes drawn to the tint of rose coloring which lit her soft cheeks only serving to accentuate the girl’s simple beauty. She held a certain fire, but it certainly didn’t shed her of her shy demeanor. He’d long since made the assumption that she wasn’t one to draw attention to herself – rather it seemed she’d avoided it altogether. Raif had never had much interest in muggle studies, but there were other curiosities in the room which had drawn his attention, a few females in particular. The other had made it too simple for his liking, taking the bait at one simple glance. He had the other girl’s attention, but they bored him. Arden, on the other hand had proved more of a challenge, whether or not it had been her intention. From her he’d been lucky to steal a glance; her eyes always pointedly looking anywhere but in his direction. Raif wondered how much of that had been bred from the shy nature she was displaying now as she teased the fabric of her cardigan, turning her colored cheeks away from him as she murmured a soft thank you behind heavy lashes. It was satisfying knowing he had this effect on her – the girl who’d worked so hard to ignore any of his advances. He didn’t speak, transfixed as her behavior quickly averted from one of softness to one of playful sarcasm. You’re asking me... if I’m afraid of a ghost? He said, laying a hand on his chest, trying his best to look affronted by the notion. Really, what type of person do you think I am? He asked, laughter masking his words. Muggle parents often told their children of ghosts, as a sort of discipline. Raif had always found that laughable. Muggle children were terrified of the things, though it was doubtful they’d ever come across one. As far as he was concerned ghosts were practically harmless. Shaking his head he rolled his eyes. Besides what harm would a ghost be causing in a library? It seemed to him that this innocent beauty had more potential for harm than any ghost he might come across. He allowed a smile to lilt on his lips as she spoke once more, her words edging towards her feigning innocence – or at least as what others had come to perceive as innocence. And whatever gives you that impression? He asked, raising a curious brow in her direction. He knew very well that the appearance of innocence didn’t display the same underlying factors. It seemed more often than not that it was just the opposite, though people always found themselves falling to the charm of a sweet face with soft lilting words. His sister being a prime example, far from innocent, but Raif couldn’t help but to cave to her every wish. Biting at the edge of his lip Raif wondered what it was about the dark haired beauty before him that suddenly had him wanting to please her. He was a charmer and he would be the last to deny the fact. He liked to please, but he pleased for his own ends. Something about her though gave him the unsettling feeling that he wasn’t doing it just for himself. Shaking his head, he rid the thought from his mind focusing instead on the smile firmly planted on her face, something which so far had been a rarity. And what is this challenge, pray tell? He said smoothly, his thumb brushing over the collar of his shirt. Which side do you want to come out on top? "As my victim, I shouldn't let on what I can do," With a laugh, he offered a shrug. Touche. Despite her words and her interests aside, Raif wasn’t assured that she could submit to someone to such pain. Yet, he wasn’t going to cast his doubts aside so easily. Already she’d proven herself to be much more than a pretty face, she had depth – something so many of the girls he’d spent his time with seemed to lack. It took true pain or hatred to conflict such pain. She didn’t look like she’d mastered such grief, but then her looks wouldn’t have betrayed her fascination for the dark arts either. I suppose we shall just have to see. If you can work up the courage to cast it. He said, a mischievous gleam in his eye. Despite the serious underlay of the conversation, he couldn’t help but to challenge her, vaguely curious as to whether or not she’d take the bait. Well I’ve got a few places in mind. He noted, smiling as she leaned towards him. The sarcasm which had encased her words fell away and uncertainly crossed her features as he mentioned the latter of two options. Raif too straightened in his seat, watching her expressions with amusement as she struggled to settle on one that seemed comfortable for her. He offered only a moment hesitation as the uncertainty plagued his features, taking the moment to stand from his seat and offer her his arm, in casual manner. You seem awfully guarded over that house of yours. He laughed, while she was determined not to say it aloud, he was nearly certain that she was a sournois. He didn’t see her fitting in with the creative sort in sournois, or the studious of the rouerie, but he would let her play at her game. Like you say, we could avoid that conflict altogether. Dinner outside the castle? He questioned, watching as she gathered her books into her bag, before throwing it casually over her shoulder. So is that a yes? He said slyly, listening as she spoke. It seemed that she was settled on the idea one way another, something which brought an eager grin to his lips. I doubt the time will serve to make you any more lovely, but if you insist. With a shrug of his shoulder, he dropped his arm, instead letting it rest at his side, before playfully adding. So should I give you time to get to the dormitory first, or should I wait a few minutes time? NOTES: FINAALLY struck some muse with him ♥

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[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, line-height:80%;][atrb=style, width:279px; padding:10px; background:#ffffff;] IT STARTED WITH A WHISPER AND THAT WAS WHEN I KISSED HER "Of course I'm asking if you're afraid of ghosts," she laughed. She wasn't entirely used to there being ghosts around every turn quite yet. To her, they were still things that dragged you kicking and screaming out of a room before killing you. Or something. Perhaps she was thinking ghost demons or something along those lines. Who even knew, anymore? Arden shrugged it off and took her opportunity, "Well, of course I think you're-" she cleared her throat for a moment, "... well, different." She sounded a little more honest than she meant to there and as she stumbled over her words a little, she added, "Er... different then what I expected you to be I suppose." She shrugged a little, trying to make it seem like it wasn't really all that big of a deal. it was just more of a thing than anything else. Sometimes she could easily forget that this was a world where people grew up without ghost stories or horror movies... it always took a little getting used to. Despite being a half blood, she was raised a normal, muggle lifestyle and when it was thought her powers wouldn't come and she would become a squib, she was sent off to a boarding school elsewhere in the country. She had made herself comfortable with the simple lifestyle of the upper class, but found that it was honestly just dull and boring. It wasn't like she had no friends in her muggle life, but just that her friends were typical and predictable. Before she gained her powers, she began to distance herself from them, predicting their reactions and being able to tell when someone's boyfriend would cheat on them. It was almost like she was psychic, except even she knew that would be preposterous. Being at Beauxbatons was a very different experience, one she was gradually growing more and more accustomed to. Now that it was the break, she felt a little relieved to be able to move away from her academics and focus more on making friends and forging relationships with others that would impact her life. Maybe Beauxbatons would be different from the other boarding schools in Britain... or at least, that was what she was hoping for. She tucked some hair behind her ear as she swung her bag over her shoulder. She pulled out her wand and jokingly waved it in front of Raif's face, "Hey, you don't know how much rage I have pent up in this body. I could kill a small army. Hell, a massive army." she giggled, knowing full well he wasn't buying any of it. It was always fun to tease. There was something interesting about him that had her second guessing her previous opinion of him. However, whenever she had spotted him briefly outside of class, she knew that he was certainly not like this normally. She didn't know him of course, that much was certain, but she was having a hard time remembering when she didn't know him. It was as though all of those memories of walking through the halls, there was a new addition of a face added to the blurred students passing by. She just realized how much she had seen him around - the Sournois common room, various other classes and in the dining hall. It was all very strange, only meeting him at this instant. As she slipped her wand back into her bag, she cocked her head. "A few places in mind is a good start. I'll be looking forward to it, then." she smirked, crossing her arms over her chest. It was true, she was being childishly defensive over her house, but she had a feeling he was starting to connect the dots. It wasn't as though she was blatantly in the house of Sournois, but she most certainly wasn't the creative type which ruled out Cossu. She sighed and shook her head, "It's my air of mystery that's keeping you here, don't lie," then she added with a grin, "If you knew everything about me, what would be the point of this 'date' thing?" she began to turn away to head to the Sournois common room but quickly changed her mind. She took a step back towards Raif and said, "I can meet you at the entrance hall, OK? I'll be there in aabooouuuttt... thirty minutes. Do you really need to head back to hour house in that time?" And then she left. She walked away from him, feeling a little more elated than she had after class. She wasn't exactly going to fall for this boy, she knew. He was just someone she wanted to get to know, that much was clear. It was also evident that he didn't see her in a way that was more than one evening, and she was content with knowing that because it would keep her from getting too dedicated. However, changing one's clothes to go out of the palace seemed only appropriate... especially since she was dressed in her weekend garb. Until later, then. she thought with a smile. HEY HONEY YOU COULD BE MY DRUG | RAIF

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