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And their words were laced with venom; Azrael Weston
Topic Started: Nov 3 2010, 11:14 AM (130 Views)
Aimee O'Hara
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Fifth Year

Aimee felt her fingers dancing over the keys of the piano gracefully, a hauntingly beautiful melody filling the small room. Rich chords riddled with lingering suspensions and deceptive resolutions permeated the air. The piano had been the greatest find since she had arrived at PA. She managed to make a bit of time between her studies and Prefect duty relatively easily now, but she knew when quidditch practice began, she would have to sacrifice some time at the keys - or sleep. Maybe both. But now, she had no worries and let her mind flow into her hands, the emotions she felt articulated through the notes that echoed around her. Her mind trailed to the faces she knew, lingering on a particular blonde Raven. He seemed to be filling her thoughts a dangerous amount lately and she tried to move to the next familiar face - but not without allowing a few sweet notes to ring first. Then her thoughts strayed to Isis and the chords shifted before her finger slipped, an uncharacteristic mistake that resonated harshly against the symphony of other sounds. She paused, hands falling to her lap before she glanced at the clock poised on the wall. She sighed. Balance, she reminded herself. She didn't need to be spending all her time at the piano. She needed to study.

Gathering her things, she exited silently, casting one final glance at the beautiful intstrument before sliding through the corridors. She made her way to the study hall. She had the materials she needed and while the library was normally her first selection, she didn't want to be tempted to select a more tempting subject to study. No. Today was Study of Magical Beasts and Beings. And history if she could will herself to open the unnecessarily dull book. She wasn't behind, but she wanted to be ahead. Which meant she couldn't be tempted to steal a Charms book or Defense book. She needed to focus. She slid into the Study Hall with a small smile before dropping her bag at an empty table. Another good thing about the Study Hall - it was usually fairly easy to find a spare table. She unpacked her things easily, sighing as she flipped her Magical Beasts and Beings book open, quill poised to take notes on a piece of parchment at her side. Alright. Time to study.
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. . . Prefect | Intelligent | Sarcastic | Her Song | Recovering | Sixeen | Taken . . .
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Azrael Weston
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Fifth Year
His long, thin fingers ran along the stone walls as he shifted through the castle, no real objective in his mind. It was only November yet the weather already had him slightly irritated, the cold slid past his clothes and sank to his bones in an alarmingly fast rate. He did not feel the need to bundle up though, an excessive amount of layers always bothered him. Not was though he had the money to buy clothing items left and right, anyhow. His uniform would do perfectly fine on most occasions, and today he'd opted to pull over his royal purple cardigan for added warmth, instead of the sweater vests they provided with said uniforms. As he rounded a corner he saw the back of a very familiar head of hair, a slow smirk drifted across his lips and his hand came away from the wall and slipped into his pocket. His posture straightened and with quiet steps he followed along, he'd found something to do today.

She slid into the study hall, predictable. If it wasn't there it probably would have been to the library or quidditch pitch, Aimee was not a very interesting girl. But her mouth held a venomous tongue and she was incredibly bright, sometimes. Azrael hated her, hated the people he saw her around. Azrael hated the world, that was a simple enough concept to grasp, but he especially hated those he felt threatened by. It didn't matter that he hardly every interacted with Aimee O'Hara, he wanted her to crash and burn all the same. He slowed at the doorway, paused and watched her take a seat. His hands slid from his pockets as he watched her begin to take notes of something and he slid over to the back of her chair. His bony fingers gripped the back of her seat as he leaned far over her shoulder, disregarding her personal space completely. His dark gaze flicked over the words she was righting and he snorted.

Magical beings and beasts... what an easy subject! One near and dear to his heart, not that anyone had figured though out yet. Most assumed he'd ripped his own heart out and had flung it to the side, unwanted and unneeded. "You still can't tell the difference between a Pixie and a Fairy O'Hara? That's fairly pathetic seeing as you're already in your fifth year... I do believe that was knowledge we gained in our second year." But of course he was ready to be a huge arse about the subject.

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Aimee O'Hara
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Aimee's gaze flicked back and forth from the book to the parchment, quill scribling notes as she went. Fairy-like creatures. Not particularly difficult, but worth reviewing - she knew it was coming up in the next couple of lessons. There was nothing wrong with writing a few notes before she pressed on to the more difficult topics. Her eyes slid across some of the words, freezing as she felt someone behind her. Her mind flew immediately to Leonis, but their relationship - whatever it was - was kept carefully in the shadows. Besides, the chill that crept up her spine at the obvious disregard for personal space was not pleasant. It was cold and her eyes narrowed as a face suddenly leaned over her shoulder. She threw the boy a dark side-glance, a frown tugging at her lips when she realized who it was. Azrael Weston. Prat.

"You still can't tell the difference between a Pixie and a Fairy O'Hara?" A small smile made the corners of her mouth twitch instinctively - a cold smile reserved for the people that irritated her the most. "That's fairly pathetic seeing as you're already in your fifth year... I do believe that was knowledge we gained in our second year." She turned to face him, not bothering to put any distance between them as a sickly sweet smile graced her features. "Lovely to see you too, Weston," she said coolly, eyes cold but mildly amused at the fact that he had even chosen to spoke to her in the first place. The two had never really spoken and when they had, it certainly hadn't been a pleasant experience. As far as Aimee was concerned, boys as foul as him didn't deserve the time of day. He was known for his unnecessary cruelness and that alone was enough for Aimee to dislike him.

"Do you mind?" she asked, the honey in her voice was thick and nearly choked her. "I am studying." Her face was almost pleasant with the exception of the frostiness in her eyes. She turned as though to say the conversation was over before glancing at him, smling sweetly. "Oh, and by the way? The differences between fairies and pixies are much less significant than the similarities." Her lips twitched a bit further. "But, if you must know...Pixies are rude little creatures and aren't particularly agreeable creatures - you'd probably get along famously with them. Fairies aren't either but their vanity makes them excellent ornamentation." She tilted her head at him, almost mockingly. "Satisfied?" She didn't wait for an answer before turning back to the table and leaning over her work. Foul prat. If he knew what was good for him, he would leave.
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