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[adrian]

Adrian was waiting for Dorcas' answer. His question might seem like it wouldn't be a big deal to a lot of other people, but he knew that if he could only find out how much she remembered it would be easier to know how to deal with this situation. It was possible that she had no idea that she had kissed him, in which case things didn't have to be awkward at all; he could always just pretend it had not happened. Then again, if she didn't remember, then why was she acting like this? Because she woke up in his bed?

Turning his head, Adrian made himself look at her face again. It was like staring at a tomato; that's how red her face was. Adrian quickly went back to looking at the bonfire. He was starting to get annoyed now. This was her fault! She had kissed him, and if she hadn't been acting so awkward and nervous, then he never would have either. She was also taking forever to answer his question, or at least that is what it felt like to Adrian, and he was not the patient type.

He finally heard her say something, but she was interrupted before she could finish the sentence. Adrian immediately recognized the voice that had prevented Dorcas from answering his question. He quickly stood back up, and by that time David had walked in front of them so that they were face to face. He had just gone from being annoyed to angry, but Adrian was trying not to let it show too much. One glance at Dorcas told him that she was relieved someone had stopped her.

Adrian looked back at David. He had said something about two girls. What two girls? Looking around him Adrian noticed Ella standing not too far away. "So they say, Val'Lauren, but I'm sure I'll be fine." Adrian said rather stiffly. "I was just telling Meadowes that she needs to practice as much as she can over Christmas." He went on. "Unless I see a lot of improvement during the weeks we have left, that is." Quidditch was always a safe topic, though Dorcas probably wouldn't like what he had just said.

"Well, there's always the Quidditch field to stay for, right, Meadowes?" Adrian said, now replying to what Dorcas had said. "I think you would do well with spending more time there." He was sure that this had to be making her angry, but there was no way Adrian was going to let the awkwardness go on with another person there. If he could get Dorcas mad at him he wouldn't have to deal with any of it anymore. "By the way, great job at our last practice, Val'Lauren." He added with a smile, trying to rub it in, and patting David's shoulder.

[dorcas]

Remember, remember the fifth of November
Gunpowder, treason and plot.
I see no reason, why gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot.

Adrian stood up and Dorcas sighed a little to herself. She sort of wished he'd stayed sitting down but she knew it would probably look suspicious if he was just too comfortable around her. Not that they were comfortable together, really everything was awkward as hell, but at least with someone else around it meant the embarrassed sort of awkward part of hers and Adrian's . . . 'relationship/friendship', was put aside for a while, but really, what Adrian said to her next, in front of David, shocked her temporarily before she stood up, glaring at Adrian, the so called 'captain' of the Quidditch team. The useless fricking prick.

Mouth hanging open, Dorcas couldn't believe what it was she was hearing. The pool of shit, dripping from Adrian's mouth made her madder and madder with each passing syllable. DId he really think that or was he just saying it to cover up? Dorcas suddenly didn't care, mainly because he kept going on and on about it. It may only have been a few short sentences, but to Dorcas, it felt like a scolding from a Professor that lasted forever. She wasn't going to take that crap from him though! He was barely a quidditch captain at all. He just liked the power and the title, he barely directed any of them like a good quidditch captain would.

The pat and compliment Adrian paid David was just a step too far in Dorcas' eyes. She was far better than anyone else on the team and that wasn't opinion, it was fact. She could fly rings around these jack-asses. It was just because she was a girl that Adrian had decided to pick on her. He couldn't very well tell another guy that he was bad. They had some kind of ridiculous bond, but for him to basically tell Dorcas she sucked? Well that was just too far. How would he like it if she quit the team? Then what would he do? She was the best damn beater that knew all the tricks in the book. He wasn't going to be able to get anyone else like her anywhere.

"You fucking bastard." Before Dorcas knew what it was she was doing, she'd pulled her fist back and swung it at Adrian's nose, or mouth, she wasn't sure which, she just knew she couldn't help the ridiculous amount of rage that Adrian could bring up in her. He did it too often and one day, it was bound to just spill out, and that one day just so happened to be today. "You fucking arse, Nott! As if you can talk! You're the worst fucking captain the schools ever seen. You're a piece of fucking shit." Dorcas was half tempted to kick him somewhere. It didn't matter where, just anywhere would do, but she didn't. She turned her back on the bastard and took out her wand. With a wave her blanket disappeared and she walked away from her team mates, and the crowd that had turned to see who was cursing like a sailor, and what for. Dorcas didn't need his crap. He was no good for her. He was a complete prick who she could do without, and yet still, no matter how mad she found herself getting, she still wanted to drag him off to a private place and do all sorts of things with him. Merlin he was hot, but he just made her loose her temper. He was such a fricking arse.

Guy, guy, guy
Poke him in the eye,
Put him on the bonfire,
And there let him die

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[Remus John Lupin]

Word count: 458
Comments: Sorry for the wait, but here it is!

A stick or a stake for King James' sake
Will you please to give us a fagot

It was true, Rem should've been more aware of his surroundings. But he'd been distracted by the buzz or chatter, by his toffee apple, and by the fire. Or, maybe, most of all, Remus had been distracted by how good it felt to be careless - he was hardly ever careless, hadn't really been since he'd enrolled at Hogwarts, but he was even more on edge because of this dratted war. Remus had almost forgotten how pleasant it could be to be careless.
He wasn't waiting for anyone, though, (not anymore at least) so Monnie wasn't intruding. Actually he was pleasantly surprised by her company, he hadn't expected her to seek him out. Remus seemed to have gotten through the whole gossip ordeal rather well, mainly because his friends were acting as though nothing happened (especially Sirius). Remus guessed it was a typical Siriusy trait: being able to forget about a grudge after a week or so and simply going back to the way things were.

"In deed, I am very well thank you." Remus smiled at that. Good to know she was alright, even though it wasn't thanks to him. "Damage? You think you could do any sort of damage in my world?" He laughed softly, hoarsely. "I had hoped I couldn't. It's good to hear I was right." Rem half shrugged. "No no Lupin, there was no damage of any sort, my parents don't believe such nonsense." "Good, in that case we may conclude your parents have more brains than the average witch or wizard." Not that he doubted her parents' brains - she was rather bright herself, after all.

"I hope it's not too bold of me to ask, but would you mind if I joined you temporarily?" Remus smiled slightly and moved so she could sit next to him. "Not at all."
He liked Monnie as well, but had trouble really understanding her, sometimes. Not that he was such a social miracle that he usually could read people so well, no, but he was used to being with his friends and he could almost read their minds. He guessed it was because Monoceros was a girl. He never really got girls, they were silly things most of the time. Still, even though he didn't always understand her, he still liked her. She seemed a considerate sort of person. She knew what she wanted and was willing to work for it. Besides, she was sorted into Hufflepuff, so there had to be a warmer side to her, right?

If you can't give us one, we'll take two;
The better for us and the worse for you!

[monoceros]

A traitor to the Crown by his action,
No Parli'ment mercy from any faction,
His just end should'st be grim,

Monnie stood there, looking down at Remus. To most people this was probably quite overbearing, no one really liked someone towering over them, and usually, half bloods being stood over by pure bloods tended to ensure in a fight, either verbal, magical of physical, but for a nice change, this wasn't going to happen. Instead, the two just talked. Admittedly, Monnie was little abrupt and to an outside would seem as though she were deeming herself better than Remus (which she did anyway) but this time, it was just two sort of friends having a brief little chat, that was until she sat herself down once Remus had moved over a little.

Monnie curled her legs to one side and made sure that her boots were not on Remus' rug, she would hate for her boots to make it dirty or messy looking, she was very conscious about those sorts of things, it probably had a lot to do with the way she was brought up. Really, she shouldn't even be sitting on the ground, she should be on a chai, like a lady, then again, if she was going to be all proper and what not, she wouldn't be here with a half blood, she would socialise with pure and pure alone, which was actually a little hard for her to do what with being a Hufflepuff. Still, only one more year and then she would be out of her house and out of Hogwarts.

"They don't believe that" Well, they did and she probably hadn't convinced them entirely that is was well . .. a load of hippogryff dung, "but I wouldn't go so far as to say they have more brains than the average witch or wizard, if anything they have less. I'm certain they're just mindless shells, moulded by the society in which they live and are so eager to be a part of always and yet never thinking for themselves unless it's ways to cover up and spot on the family reputation." Monnie complained, but then she sighed and decided to keep her mouth shut. There was no need for any of this, especially considering with whom it was she was speaking. No, Remus didn't need to know a thing about her parents. Rather than talk, she looked at the bonfire, soon the fire works would be starting and she would be immersed in them for a while.

What should we do? Burn him!
Holler boys, holler boys, let the bells ring,
Holler boys, holler boys, God save the King!

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[Remus John Lupin]

Word count: 421

A stick or a stake for King James' sake
Will you please to give us a fagot

Had it not been Monnie, Remus would've felt intimidated. Of course, he wasn't sure if he could fully trust Monnie at all, really, but he did know she hadn't hexed him for anything random before, so although she was a girl, older than him, and able to kick his scrawny arse in a duel, Remus didn't feel too terribly intimidated. (Also, he could kick her arse in a fistfight, but that was not something Remus wanted to think about, really.) Nonetheless, Remus was glad once she sat down and moved to his eye level - mainly because he'd popped his shoulder out of its socket last transformation and straining his neck like that made it feel sore.

He sat there for a moment in silence, before Monoceros spoke again. "They don't believe that, but I wouldn't go so far as to say they have more brains than the average witch or wizard, if anything they have less. I'm certain they're just mindless shells, moulded by the society in which they live and are so eager to be a part of always and yet never thinking for themselves unless it's ways to cover up and spot on the family reputation."
It took a moment for the words to sink in. "Hmyes.." he mumbled eventually, not so very sure what to say about that, really. Remus could hardly imagine what his parents would be like had they been pureblood. Well, they would've killed him like the doctors said, that was for sure, but apart from that.. His parents were so.. not-pureblood and had no desire to be, he couldn't even begin to imagine his parents being in any way like Monoceros'. "I know this sounds horribly cliché, but you're their daughter - they probably just want the best for you. Maybe they can't judge what 'the best' is for you, but I'm sure they're trying." Remus shrugged slightly. "It's what parents do."

Silently, he followed her gaze to the bonfire and rested his own there as well, sighing softly and thinking to himself Dumbledore should charm all the fires at Hogwarts to be like this. It would surely make it a happier place. Then again, that would make it terrible to come home to a regular fire. Maybe not..
He wondered how his parents were doing.

If you can't give us one, we'll take two;
The better for us and the worse for you!

[monoceros]

A traitor to the Crown by his action,
No Parli'ment mercy from any faction,
His just end should'st be grim,

Monnie had probably said too much. No, she knew she'd said too much, so while sitting there, she gently smoothed out her coat a little. Most people were in dark clothing and few were in some bright colours, but Monnie had opted for the white. She was trying not to blend in too much but still look like a respectable pure blood, it was what her parents wanted after all and she had to try and please them as much as she could this school year. It was her last chance. Though she was sure that if she were to become head of Directors at Saint Mungo's or the Chief Healer, then they'd be more than proud to support her. Then again, if she ever reached that stage, she definitely wouldn't need her parents support, she'd have her own riches. Though she was planning to become chief Healer by the time she was thirty-five and hopefully, have a family before she turned forty, so that was probably one area in which her parents could help, she would appreciate a match then, but only to a pure blooded male she actually found herself getting along with.

"They don't want what is best for me, they want what is best for the family and what will help them have plenty of grandchildren to carry on the 'Dolohov' surname." she muttered, rolling her eyes in the most snobbish way while pulling a face of utmost disgust. "Mother's been in overdrive trying to arrange marriages for me ever since January this year, stepping up her original efforts but of course other pure blood elitists know I'm a Hufflepuff and so they believe the same as my father, they all think there's something wrong with me." Though in truth, that was probably good thing. It meant her mother had given up finding her a pure blood suitor until after she was out of school but the worst was her father seemed not to care about her, which was one of the many reasons she worked so hard to achieve what she could. She wanted her father to be pleased with her. Was it so much to ask for really? Ever since she was eleven she'd pretty much been disowned buy her father and her mother just tried to cover up their shame by socialising with the pure bloods more and more and coming up with reasons as to why their daughter was in Hufflepuff and not Ravenclaw or Slytherin. Really, it was her mothers fault, if she hadn't had so many miscarriages or still births, Monnie knew she wouldn't feel so much empathy and sympathy towards expecting mothers that were nervous and worried.

Looking up as she heard a familiar voice, Monnie recognised it as Dumbledore's announcing the start of the fireworks. There was of course the usual cheer, mainly from the first and second years that were excited about some pretty lights in the sky. Monnie however, didn't see the point of such uselessness. She was fare more of a practical type. She liked for things to have a point, pretty lights had no point to her, not even as entertainment because they were just lights and she could walk into any classroom she wanted to see a light, if she wanted she could even arrange a light show with her wand, but she didn't want to and it was because lights were so ridiculously pointless as entertainment. They served a purpose of helping you see, they were no more useful than that.

What should we do? Burn him!
Holler boys, holler boys, let the bells ring,
Holler boys, holler boys, God save the King!

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[Remus John Lupin]

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A stick or a stake for King James' sake
Will you please to give us a fagot

Even though Monoceros felt like she'd said too much, it wasn't like Remus would spill what she said to him. Why would he? And to whom would he, for that matter? True, he was (pleasantly) surprised Monnie was sharing such, well, rather personal things with him, but part of him could imagine why. She wasn't a prototype pureblood and although Remus doubted he was her first choice to share her frustrations with, he was at least glad she seemed to trust him enough to do do and he hoped it made her feel better.
They all had problems, he supposed. Pureblood students always had social pressure upon their shoulders, although some dealt with it better than others. But halfbloods or muggleborns were hardly free from worries in these times, either.

"They don't want what is best for me, they want what is best for the family and what will help them have plenty of grandchildren to carry on the 'Dolohov' surname." Remus nodded slightly, once more ever so grateful his parents were not pureblood at all. He wouldn't have lived, he was sure of it - pureblood parents wouldn't have doubted a moment before euthanising their child, had it become a werewolf. They would probably even lie and say their child had not survived the injuries, while in truth they would've killed it themselves.
Remus slightly shivered at the thought and cleared his throat. Monnie didn't seem to have noticed. "Mother's been in overdrive trying to arrange marriages for me ever since January this year, stepping up her original efforts but of course other pure blood elitists know I'm a Hufflepuff and so they believe the same as my father, they all think there's something wrong with me." Remus wasn't sure what to say, really. Was he supposed to comfort her in some way? He was no good at comforting girls, but then again she wasn't crying, she just seemed bitter about it. Simply stating that he agreed with her or that he was glad he was not her might not be appreciated either. Remus just decided to keep quiet for now, and Dumbledore was announcing the fireworks, anyway, so even if he had said something, Monoceros wouldn't have heard if over the noise of the younger students.
Remus rather liked firework. Especially now. Dumbledore had done good in choosing this activity to bring some warmth in the student's hearts. Remus was in dubio whether to stay at school or go back home, as his parents were halfbloods as well and, thus, hardly safe. He wouldn't want to miss the last Christmas he ever could share with them..
That was in the back of his mind (but still there!), as he looked at the sky going multicoloured. Half turning to Monoceros, he asked: "So I suppose you're going home for christmas?" It was a very logical question to him, Remus tended to make leaps in his mind that others couldn't always follow.

If you can't give us one, we'll take two;
The better for us and the worse for you!

[monoceros]

A traitor to the Crown by his action,
No Parli'ment mercy from any faction,
His just end should'st be grim,

There seemed to be a long and awkward silence between the two of them that Monnie wasn't liking. Monnie wasn't happy with her home life, that was pretty clear, what bothered her now, was that she had let someone else know that. She figured Remus wasn't really the sort to gossip and talk, but still, she'd been disrespectful to her family and herself by opening her mouth and complaining so childishly but for some reason, her temper had gotten the better of her and things she should never have even been thinking, passed her teeth and spilled over her lips to travel to the diseased ears beside her. Of all the people in the world, she'd bitched about her family to a dirty half blood.

The silence was broken in a way that was almost as awkward as the silence itself. Christmas. Monoceros had no choice. She was expected to return home for Christmas, to attend all the pureblood functions that would be going on in hopes that her parents might actually be able to find a suitor for their eldest daughter. Well Monoceros wouldn't want them holding their breath. She was very reserved, something a lot of the pure blood males obviously did not like. They all liked people along the lines of Alecto Carrow or Andromeda Black, out going girls with flirty attitudes that would make men go crazy. That was not Monnie. Not in the slightest.

"Yes, home for Christmas and New Years. It's a very busy time on the social calendar don't you know." Monnie kept her head high and tone even. Remus probably did know, he did have a pure blood relative somewhere in the disgusting mix of his now half blood family. Still, she wondered how they had gotton to the topic of going home for Christmas. Perhaps Remus just really did not like the awkward slence or the thought of pure bloods. Perhaps ure bloods were as disgusting to him as half bloods were disgusting to her . . . no, probably not. "What plans do you have for these up and coming holidays? Staying at Hogwarts?" Monnie stared at the bright fireworks filling the dark night sky, blocking out any hope of seeing any stars over head for the time being. Probably though, she though in regards to the question she'd asked Remus. His family probably didn't worry about their name sake. He could probably marry whomever he liked, marry for love and not status. Monnie figured her mother would probably become desperate and turn to just about any pure blooded family in order to get rid of her daughter, even another Hufflepuff, or worse . . . a Gryffindor.

What should we do? Burn him!
Holler boys, holler boys, let the bells ring,
Holler boys, holler boys, God save the King!

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[Remus John Lupin]

Word count: 425
Comments: Sorry it's short >.>

A stick or a stake for King James' sake
Will you please to give us a fagot


Remus wasn't so sure about the silence either. On one hand it didn't bother in, on the other it really did. It wasn't because Monnie had complained about her home life, really, it was more that Remus didn't know her very well, so he wasn't too sure about what to say to her, really. He didn't mind she had complained - in his opinion, she had every right to. Remus couldn't imagine living in a pureblood family and being forced to marry someone. It was a lifestyle so different from his own.
The thing was, the moment he'd asked her if she was going home for Christmas, he should have known the answer. Of course she was, she was a pureblood and had duties to attend to and whatnot, right? He could his himself in the head, he was obviously going dumber by the day.
"Yes, home for Christmas and New Years. It's a very busy time on the social calendar don't you know." Remus smiled slightly. "I should have guessed," he admitted, playing with a loose threat of the quilt he was sitting on, trying to occupy his hands and waiting for the question that seemed inevitable. "What plans do you have for these up and coming holidays? Staying at Hogwarts?" It wasn't that he didn't want to answer, he just wasn't so sure about telling someone he barely knew about his conflict about whether to go home or not, but then again.. what harm could it do? "I'm not sure yet.. My parents want me to stay, because it's safer," he began, then adding, a little quieter: "But if things carry on the way they are now, it might well be the last Christmas I spend with them." He attempted to sound casual while saying it, but failed miserably. Shrugging, he also turned his face towards the fireworks. He wasn't a sobbing idiot, he knew his parents wouldn't be on the top of some black list, but he also knew they were in potential danger - it was no use denying that they were.
If there was anything Remus was currently not worrying about, like Monnie was, it was marriage. He knew full well he would probably not get married and although he didn't like the idea, he also knew there was nothing he could do, and that there were more pressing matters to worry about - such as his parents.

If you can't give us one, we'll take two;
The better for us and the worse for you!

[monoceros]

A traitor to the Crown by his action,
No Parli'ment mercy from any faction,
His just end should'st be grim,

Monnie didn't care if Remus would have guessed or not, he wasn't exactly a pure blood and even though he would probably know of these things the pure bloods did, he wouldn't necessarily think of them at all times, like pure bloods did, because he wasn't involved. None the less, she had a very boring christmas coming up and it wasn't one she was going to enjoy. This was her second one being of age, she was an adult and yet still she did not have a suitor. Her mother was going to be searching ferociously. Monnie knew she'd only just recently started looking, but no doubt that was just what her mother was saying, she'd probably started years ago, probably the day Monnie was born.

Monnie shrugged her shoulders at Remus' predicament. She didn't really care that much about Remus' parents, the sooner they were dead, the better in her opinion, but Remus did seem slightly torn up about it all and really, Monnie didn't have any words of wisdom to offer. She'd asked a simple question and was given a complex answer, there wasn't really a whole lot she could do with that, but she didn't mind, it was actually sort of nice spending time with someone. True, she wasn't a social sort of person, but every now and then, it was nice to come back down to Earth and spend time with someone that was sort of normal, even if they weren't friends and they were from two completely different backgrounds.

"Well, unlike me, you seem to have an option of what to do this Christmas, so I would suggest doing whatever it is that you want to do. If I had it my way, I would stay here in the library all Christmas, but as it is, I'm summoned back home, just like all the other dull, pointless holidays of no real significance." She said in quite a dreary voice, not at all lady like, like she had been raised, but in all fairness, Monnie was tired of being lady like all the time, still, she didn't have much longer. When she was graduated and had a place of her own, she could act however she pleased, though it probably wouldn't be far different to how she was now, after all, she wasn't a social being, she wasn't some silly little slut, she was a quiet, stay indoors and read type of girl.

What should we do? Burn him!
Holler boys, holler boys, let the bells ring,
Holler boys, holler boys, God save the King!

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[Remus John Lupin]

A stick or a stake for King James' sake
Will you please to give us a fagot

Remus couldn't help but feel disappointed, though mostly at himself. What had he expected from her? Compassion? Advice? A friend? Of course not. She couldn't even begin to imagine what it was like, for one thing, and of course she didn't care (Remus didn't even doubt the fact this was real indifference). She was pureblooded, she probably even thought his parents were worthless anyway. He cleared his throat and swallowed, a little annoyed with himself and pausing a moment before speaking. "I'm sorry, that was uncalled for, never mind."
He straightened his back in false confidence and withdrew into silence a little. He didn't really want to be outside anymore, an anonymous face between hundreds of others. The fireworks had lost their shine to him. He just wanted to be alone, without the likely possibility of all those eyes turning his way the moment he spoke or moved or - Remus Lupin suddenly felt as though watched by everybody and shifted uncomfortably.

"Well, unlike me, you seem to have an option of what to do this Christmas, so I would suggest doing whatever it is that you want to do. If I had it my way, I would stay here in the library all Christmas, but as it is, I'm summoned back home, just like all the other dull, pointless holidays of no real significance." Remus hadn't expected Monoceros to answer him at all, or just talk to him, for that matter. Then again.. typically pureblood, wasn't it, focusing on themselves rather than on others, turning the situation around so that he was suddenly the one who should feel lucky in stead of her, making him feel as though he shouldn't have complained in the first place.
"Of course," he whispered, not wasting any more words on the matter. It wasn't going to help him and he was quite sure Monnie wasn't interested in it at all, either. Come to think of it, he suddenly couldn't imagine why Monoceros would be sitting next to him at all. The longer they spoke, the more difference there seemed to be between them, the less they seemed alike, and although Remus tried to like her (he always did), he found it exceedingly difficult ever since she'd reacted so cooly to the thing that, currently, bothered him most of all..

If you can't give us one, we'll take two;
The better for us and the worse for you!

[adrian]

As soon as Adrian had finished talking, he knew that something bad was going to happen. Anyone, who had ever met her, knew that Dorcas Meadowes did not have a good temper. It might not be as bad as his. but she was definitely not going to take what he had just said to her, and another fellow Slytherin and team member, well. He felt that she deserved it, though... sort of. She had avoided the question he absolutely needed an answer to, so this is what she could have in return.

So Adrian was expecting to get a glare and a few nasty words thrown at him, which would not have bothered him too much; he was quite used to people calling him all sorts of names, names he sometimes deserved. If guys ever did that he would teach them never to do so again, but if girls did it he would just laugh it off. Well, except maybe one girl; Dorcas Meadowes really knew how to push his buttons sometimes.

But Adrian did not get what he had expected. Well, she did call him a bastard, that part was not a surprise. But before he knew it, before he had any time to move or defend himself, he was hit in the nose, hard, and it began to bleed immediately, pain shooting through his entire face. It was obvious that she had hit him as hard as she could, because it actually hurt him a lot. For a few seconds he could do nothing but stand there, and listen to the angry words coming out of her mouth.

She then pulled out her wand, made her blanket disappear and began walking away. Adrian's eyes kept watching her for a while as his right arm started to shake a little bit. The anger he had been feeling before this was turning into rage rather quickly. He wanted to pull out his wand and hex her right there, in front of everyone. He didn't care if there were teachers around, and that he'd probably end up in detention for a few weeks; no one was allowed to punch him like that, and get away with it.

However, somehow, he managed control himself and leave his wand in his pocket. But there was no way he was going to let Dorcas stay on the Quidditch team after this. No, he was going to march right after her, force her to turn around and face him and tell her she better never show up for a practice again. He would go to professor Slughorn and make sure she was banned from Quidditch forever!

Adrian began walking towards the castle, the same way Dorcas had gone, but it didn't take him long before he was slowing down. This was ridiculous. He had tried to make her angry, and had probably hurt her feelings. She was so goddamn proud. A memory of a bat flying through the air and hitting Dorcas in the face popped into his mind. Adrian stopped walking. I suppose we're even, he thought to himself, surprised at this sudden realization, and how he had managed to calm himself down. He sighed and began walking again, just wanting to go to bed.

[monoceros]

A traitor to the Crown by his action,
No Parli'ment mercy from any faction,
His just end should'st be grim,

Monoceros was of course, not a people person, and as such, could not really calculate subtle changes in a persons body, sometimes she even missed the blatantly large changes, much to peoples annoyance, but Remus straightening his back, well, that meant nothing to her. She probably paid no attention to changes because to her, it was much more easier to just say what was on your mind rather than expect someone to pick up on your mood from your gesture, and changing from one position to another, did not change's Monoceros' view on said person, no matter who they were or what position they chose, because chances were, if she didn't like you, there wasn't a whole lot you could do to make her dislike you even more, and when it came to people she liked, those rare few beings, well, she formed an opinion and stuck to it. Didn't matter what you did, unless it was quite extraordinary she would still like you and occasionally interact with you, and whether Remus knew it or not, and whether Monnie realised it or not, she liked Remus and regardless of anything else, she would talk to him. ... . Occasionally.

"An apology? What in the name of Merlin for? Everyone has issues with their parents, even Freud. Sometimes one just . . . let's slip a comment here or there" Monnie didn't even bother looking at Remus, she could talk to someone without having to make eye contact, some might think it rude, but really, Monnie wanted to appear a little distant from Remus, this would probably be getting back to her mother some way or another, but as always, Monnie would put it down to Prefect duties claiming every seventh year took a fifth year under their wing, to show them the ropes. Boy to girl, mixed houses, and what made more sense to the Headmaster than a Gryffindor boy and a Slytherin girl? Well, this wasn't true but still, it was somewhat believable and sadly, Monoceros had no troubles in lying flat out to her mother's face, it was actually something quite satisfying and became easier and easier to do the more she did it, not that her mother deserved anything better really, but still, some might claim Monnie was in the wrong, and she probably was, but she didn't really care.

What should we do? Burn him!
Holler boys, holler boys, let the bells ring,
Holler boys, holler boys, God save the King!

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[Remus John Lupin]

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A stick or a stake for King James' sake
Will you please to give us a fagot


Remus had known, well: he'd guessed, Monnie wasn't a people person - but he'd hoped that deep inside she would be. Besides.. she wanted to be a Healer, wouldn't she need at least a little bit of bedside manner for that? Merlin, Rem sure hoped she wouldn't be as harsh to her patients as to him, basically telling them not to complain 'because at least they still had one arm left' or something. He pulled a bit of a face at the image. He didn't want to think about limbless people. He didn't want to think about hurt people at all..
She didn't respond to him distancing himself by lapsing into silence and looking out over the lake, and part of him was a little glad that she didn't. It was probably just as well that she didn't know he was troubled by things (or, at least, if she knew, that she didn't care much). She was pureblood. She would use it to her advantage some time. Better yet, perhaps Remus ought to stop socialising with her, oughtn't he? The more they spoke, the less pleasant things became and a sudden distrust for the older Hufflepuff bubbled up in his chest. What if she was just pretending to be friendly? What if the fact she was in Hufflepuff didn't mean anything? How could he even have been so stupid as to think she could be remotely friendly?
Remus' didn't look at her, but his frown deepened a little and, pulling up his left leg, he hugged his knee to his chest, pensive.

"An apology? What in the name of Merlin for? Everyone has issues with their parents, even Freud. Sometimes one just . . . let's slip a comment here or there." Honestly? Remus almost glared. "I do not have issues with my parents." He was glad to find he was able to turn his angry hiss into a regular whisper, though the intonation was still a little.. sharp. "I have the best parents in the world," he added, a little louder and feeling proud well up in his chest as he thought of his parents, which, although not 'well bred', were better than Monnie's parents would ever be, probably. No, not probably - certainly.
"The only thing I have issues with, is with them being killed by an ostentatious megalomaniac or his brainless followers," he mumbled, sighing and clenching his fists to contain his anger. It was a cliche thing to say.. but the world could be so unfair sometimes that it made Remus Lupin want to tear himself to pieces..


If you can't give us one, we'll take two;
The better for us and the worse for you!