Behind Greenhouse 4 [LENA]

[mulci]

The Ravenclaw struggled to get up again. Once more a hamsized fist knocked him flat on the ground and a size 10 boot placed itself on his chest.
"You think it's funny to call me names?" The boot nudged the now snivelling Ravenclaw. "huh?" The nudge became a kick.
"not so smart now, are you, stinking Mudblood.."

Of course, this would have ben much more fun and much more destructive to the Ravenclaw if Walden had been here to help him out. And it was always more fun to drag it out by discussing just what the percieved 'crime' of the victim was. In this case, the Little poofter had called him a Neanderthal in the preceding herbology class. But Mulciber knew what that meant. And he was /not/ some caveman. He proved this by beating the Ravenclaw Half-blood up behind Greenhouse four where no-one ever came and where he was hidden from most of the grounds.

Fifteen or so minutes later, having made sure the ravenclaw had kissed the boots and said his apologies, he walked out from behind the greenhouse, hands in his pockets, which were now full of fizzing whizbees, and a semi-bored expression on his face.

There was never much to do. That ravenclaw would probably make their way back to the castle after nightfall. After all, Mulciber had forcibly stripped him and burnt his robes. He had let him keep the underwear though, after transfiguring it into lacy girl's lingerie and transfiguring a bra from a nearby pair of gardening gloves. THat kid wouldn't be going anywhere for a while. Stupid mudblood geek.

[Lena Marie Becket]

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Word Count: 357
Tagged: Mulciber

Lena was out of classes for the day, thankfully. And she had already done a lot of the homework she needed done for the day. She had been sitting out by the lake on the huge rock over there while she worked. It was a fairly nice day outside so she had just decided to do her work while sitting there. When classes had finished for the day she’d changed out of the uniform and then had gone to the lake to work. With homework finished and it starting to get late, it was time to head up to the castle. Lena shifted her bag of things back onto her bare shoulder better, her legs crossing the grounds easily in her shorts.

To get to the castle, she had to go past the Herbology greenhouses. She didn’t see the boy that had been left back there so she just continued past the buildings, singing softly to herself as she walked, thinking she was alone. “There's a feeling I get when I look to the west and my spirit is crying for leaving. In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees and the voices of those who stand looking.” As she rounded the corner of one of the greenhouses she gasped as she almost ran into someone and automatically said “Sorry,” before stepping back and looking up at who it was. She was only 5’2” so she had to look up at everyone she was talking to. When she saw it was the resident manwhore of the school she rolled her eyes at how she had just apologized to a slytherin and made to move around him. Lena hoped he hadn’t heard her singing. If she had had even the slightest thought that someone might have heard her, she wouldn’t have sang anything. She just hoped she’d be able to get away from him before he decided he felt like attacking a Gryffindor half blood today. She kept her eyes on the ground as she continued toward the castle, one hand tightly wrapped around the strap of her bag on her shoulder in worry.

[mulci]

One minute he was walking back towards the castle to find Walden and tell him about the geek and the fun he had missed, and the next, some skirt in tight shorts that showed a lot of leggy leg was right in front of him. He grinned and his eyes traced a path up her body before reaching her face. THe smile died a little. Becket was a gryffindor. And a Half-blood. But....It wasn't like he was going to marry her was it?

He followed after her, quickly making up the distance and slipping an arm around her shoulders, not eve bothering to try the yawn trick. "That's okay. No harm done." He fell into step with her, like he was her boyfriend.
" So, Becket..." He said, feeling smooth and charming and certain that she'd be impressed by him. After all, he's just proved he was more worthy than the ravenclaw on the floor behind green house four so she couldn't try that 'last person in the world i would sleep with' thing that loads of the girls on the 'Frigid Bitches' list used.

"Want me to walk you back to your common room? Or A broom cupboard." HE grinned in what he thought was a charming Stenwick-worthy smile. "I'm not fussy."

[Lena Marie Becket]

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Word Count: 426
Tagged: Mulciber

Lena heard him following behind her and she tried not to look back but when his long legs made him end up right beside her she let out a silent sigh and looked up at him, wondering why on earth he was bothering her. He’d never shown any interest in speaking to her before so why now? Unless he was hard up and she just happened to be the only female within reach. Lena mused on that and figured that had to be it because no way he’d want to spend time around a Gryffindor otherwise, unless he was beating them up.

When his arm slid around her shoulders she blinked and looked up with him with a slight frown, rolling her shoulders slightly while trying to get his arm off of her bare skin. "That's okay. No harm done." She snorted softly. “I wouldn’t have apologized if I had known it was you, Mulciber and you know it.” She looked away and continued walking, hoping that, as soon as they got into the castle, she could get away from him. " So, Becket..." Lena sighed again, knowing he wouldn’t be leaving her alone anytime soon. She’d have to put up with him for a few minutes until they got inside and she could figure something out. If she ran away from him now, no doubt he’d think it was just a challenge and he’d chase her. She really didn’t want to deal with that today.

"Want me to walk you back to your common room? Or A broom cupboard." HE grinned in what he thought was a charming Stenwick-worthy smile. "I'm not fussy." Her mouth dropped slightly as she looked up at him with an expression that clearly said ‘Are you drunk?’ Lena quickly fixed her expression so she just looked uninterested but smirky all the same. Might as well mess with his mind a little bit while she had to put up with him. “You know you can’t go near the tower. All my house mates would try to kill you.” She raised an eyebrow at him. “As for the broom cupboard, you might not be fussy but I am. I’d rather not get dust all over my nice new shorts. Besides, you couldn’t handle me in such a small space.” With that she ducked out from under his arm and took a couple quicker steps so she was a few steps ahead of him, but clearly not running away to prevent the ‘cat and mouse’ chase thing.

[mulci]

She was shifting a little, moving her shoulders. PRobably trying to ascertain if his arms really were that strong. They were. He smirked wider.Ooooh. She wanted to play hard to get? He could do that. "awww...don't be so cruel. What have I done to you? I just want to walk with a beautiful girl for a while. THat's not a crime." OH it was smooth tlak, but Mulciber didn't realise that the same smooth talk doesn't work with friendly and hostile students. Nor even with two otherwise identical women. He hadn't realised that he needed to tailor his lusty advances to the situation and to the advancee.

"maybe try, but they wouldn't succeed." He flexed his free bicep, which still bulged under the shirt. His eyes widened a little as she all but told him to come and get her, but not in a broom cupboard because she was too hot to handle. HE smiled and watched her walking in front of him. When she walked, Her arse moved in the tight tiny jeans shorts, and it was a good sight. He quickly checked that he didn't smell of sweat, and then started to increase his stride a little to start catching up again.

"Becket, did you wear those shorts just for me? I approve." HE grinned, showing teeth, as if she needed his approval at all.

[Lena Marie Becket]

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Word Count: 450
Tagged: Mulciber

"awww...don't be so cruel. What have I done to you? I just want to walk with a beautiful girl for a while. THat's not a crime." Lena didn’t look up in time to catch his expression in response to her rolling her shoulders to try and get his arm off of her. If she had she would have known to take it easy on messing with him. At his words she wanted to roll her eyes but she didn’t, not wanting to encourage him in any way. “Oh really? And I thought it was a crime when that girl is a Gryffindor and a half blood. Aren’t you afraid one of your buddies will see you out here trying to hit on me?” She enunciated harder on the word ‘trying’ hoping he’d get the idea that he wasn’t getting anywhere with trying to hit on her.

"maybe try, but they wouldn't succeed." Lena really did roll her eyes that time, able to because she had moved up before he could see her roll her eyes. She knew he was probably flexing the muscles he thoughts looked so fantastic. If someone threatened to hex Lena, she might admit he had a kinda good body. But she just wasn’t attracted to him and every word that came out of his mouth reinforced why that was a good idea. She felt sorry for any girl’s sanity who found him sexy. She blinked when she felt a gaze on her and knew it was him, not surprising. What was mildly surprising was that he was staring at her butt. Lena quickly tried to adopt a walk where her hips didn’t sway as much as they usually did.

It only took him a moment to catch up to her, like she figured he would. But at least his arm wasn’t around her anymore. "Becket, did you wear those shorts just for me? I approve." She blinked and wanted to snap back but the point was to mess with his head. Besides, if she suddenly acted like a bitch, he’d probably draw his wand on her for insulting him. She truly didn’t want to deal with that today. So she decided to just answer, keeping her tone even and slightly flirting to keep his mood up to save her own butt. “I’m glad you approve but I didn’t know you would be around here. If I had, I might have worn something different.” She meant she would have worn baggy pants so he couldn’t see her butt, but she knew he would take it to mean she’d probably wear something sexier for him. And she was just fine with him imagining that’s what she would do.

[mulci]

She knew her place. That was good. MEant that he wouldn't have to go through the rigmarole of pretending to actuaallly like her pesonality. Girls didn't even have personalities, they were just waiting for the right man to come along.
"Not really." He shrugged. "you've still got a little wizarding blood, so at lest my cock won't drop off." THat's what his father had said happened to pure bloods who slept with muggles. HE hadn't ever stopped to wonder how a wizard could have more than one child with a muggle or muggle-born wizard, or what the consequences of a witch sleeping with a muggle were. But that was Mulciber.
"They'd probably just ignore you, while i'm with you." HE assuaged her fears of getting attacked and strengthened the idea that if she refused, there would be trouble.

That was a come-on. That was definitely a come-on. She wanted him. WAnted him bad. Probably because of his gorgeous body and heandsome face and his charming attitude. He knew he was a hit with the ladies and that some rejecteed him because they felt threatened by his good looks, or thought that they couldn't take everything he had to..uh-hum...give.

He grinned properly."Oh yeah? YOu have more shorts like that? And maybe a tighter top, or no top at all, eh? You see what i mean?" He often qualified his statements, increasing their unsubtlety by either explaining a euphemism, or using far too descriptive language.

"listen, if you're worried about the others, I'll keep you safe from them. I know an unused classroom that we could...'hide' in. If you get what I mean by 'hiding'." He raised his eyebrows twice in quick succession and then winked at her with a small guffaw. It made him look a little pained, because he was never good at winking and could only do it by opening his mouth a little. He didn't elbow her in the wink wink nudgenudge way, because he didn't elbow girls, he was probably too strong to. He'd bruised the kid in the year below, SNape, when he'd been pointing out a hot girl in the common room by elbowing the scrawny little geek.

[Lena Marie Becket]

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Word Count: 561
Tagged: Mulciber

"Not really." He shrugged. "you've still got a little wizarding blood, so at lest my cock won't drop off." Lena’s mouth almost dropped at his words, for a multitude of reasons. The fact that he’d said such a crude word to her and the fact that he was being completely serious when he said that. Who the hell would tell someone a lie that ridiculous? She couldn’t come up with anything flirty or clever to that, her mind still in a state of shock at how stupid some purebloods reasoning was. “That’s good to know. Wouldn’t want that to fall off,” was all she could come up with without ending up spouting her thoughts.
"They'd probably just ignore you, while i'm with you." Lena heard the subtle warning in his sentence that if she wasn’t near him, the other Slytherin’s wouldn’t just ignore her. She nodded, not really wanting to comment on that threat.

"Oh yeah? YOu have more shorts like that? And maybe a tighter top, or no top at all, eh? You see what i mean?" She tried not to make a face at how slightly disgusting it was, knowing this Slytherin was picturing her in little to no clothes. She had to keep reminding herself to play along and it would be over soon. As soon as they got to the doors, she was going to run. If he chased her, then she would just have to deal with that when the time came. “Oh but I only show off clothes like that to certain people. Wouldn’t want the whole school to see me like that after all. It’s for private shows.” And what a huge load of b.s. that was. But it would work.

"listen, if you're worried about the others, I'll keep you safe from them. I know an unused classroom that we could...'hide' in. If you get what I mean by 'hiding'." Lena tried not to laugh in his face when he attempted to wink at her. If one laugh got out, she’d be in serious trouble. He’d take that as an insult and, well, it was. Mulciber was known for beating people up even if he only thought, in his messed up little mind, that they’d insulted him. A real insult wouldn’t make it past him and she really didn’t want to know what he’d do to a girl when he was mad. So she took a few deep breaths, trying to keep the laughter from bubbling up and, while taking those breaths, covered it up by sending him a flirtatious smile. It was fake, but it would work well enough all the same. “Oh I can handle myself. I’m a big girl after all.” Come to think of it, weren’t they the same age? Both sixteen? Lena really didn’t know and it wasn’t a big deal anyway. “Classrooms are bound to be uncomfortable to ‘hide’ in. Drafty walls. You wouldn’t want to get sick while you were helping me hide, would you?” She played off his vanity, making him think it was him she was thinking about instead of the fact that she wasn’t going to go with him anywhere so he can try and have sex with her.

((to make this more interesting, do you think we should include the running away and the chase thing? So the thread keeps going longer?))

[mulci]

"Yeah, you wouldn't." He smirked. Girls couldn't get enough of sex. THey played hard to get, but someone like him knew they wanted him. IT was clear to see. He'd noticed her stunned silence at the thought of him losing his cock. She'd been worried that he wouldn't be able to give her a good seeing to. But she'd still play like she was innocent.

HE was picturing her walking naked near him and to be honest, it was a nice sight. He adjusted his trousers again, for a different reason. Knowing he was going to get lucky..well..not /lucky/ she'd be the lucky one to et him. Knowing he was going to get her and the mental image of her walking around naked hjust for him was having a rather salient effect on him.

OH! If Walden had been here, Mulci would ghave punched his arm and guffawed. Becket wanted to give him a private show? Well he wasn't on to deny a lady. Not that she really counted as a lady, what with her dirty blood and gryffindor house loyalty...but still..she was a bit a of skirt at least.

She was imagining it. He could tell. He could always tell. THose deep breaths, she was thinking bout taking his clothes off. Well he could help with that. "Hot day, isn't it?" He pulled his shirt off and threw it over his shoulder.

That smile convinced him and he moved in a little closer to put a hand on her back. A hand which slid slowly down towards her arse. For Mulciber, this was subtlety in it's highest form.

He laughed."Haha..yeah....yeah...maybe you want to-" He winked again,"- to go up to one of the dorms then? Or we can -" wink wink,"-cool off in the prefect's bathroom? " He'd managed to bully Merryweather into giving him the password. He'd have to beat him up next week as well when it changed, but hey, it wasn't like it was a chore. They were quite near to the doors now, Mulciber couldn't wait to get Becket out of her tight shorts. He groped her bum as they approached the first step.

[Lena Marie Becket]

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Word Count: 601
Tagged: Mulciber

"Yeah, you wouldn't." Lena tried to think of something, anything, to say to that to keep the charade going. Finally she decided to think about all the things she’d heard older girls saying when they were talking about their boyfriends. Her eyes almost lit up as she figured it out and sent him a look out of the corner of her eye. “Of course not. I’ve heard so many stories about it, that would just be a waste.” Her gaze slid back forward and she kept thanking that she could lie that well when under stress. And she was definitely a little stressed out right now. The biggest manwhore of the school was trying to get into her pants and she was playing along, while biding her time till she could run away. This would definitely be one of the days for the scrapbook. Or at least one of the ones she’d have to tell Remus all about, if it even worked. She didn’t know what would happen when she ran from him but she didn’t think it was going to be pretty.

She blinked as he suddenly tugged his shirt off and raised an eyebrow in curiosity, before it clicked and she turned her head away before he saw her rolling her eyes. He was showing off. Lena had seen guys do that, including Sirius actually, all the time. Admittedly, Mulciber did have a nice boy. But who he was prevented her from seeing anything beyond how mean and stupid he was. She’d rather look at Peter shirtless, than Mulci. She frowned as his hand landed on her back and slowly slid down. She couldn’t move before his hand suddenly grabbed her butt, making her make a soft ‘squeek’ and jump slightly, blushing. Her face turned to look at him, wondering how she could get away. He might be buying into this a little too much if he was groping her. She’d never been groped before, hence the furious blushing under her darker skin color. She just ignored it, knowing if she did anything like she wanted to do, shove him away for instance, that would be one of the unforgivable insults.

Lena had to school her expression fiercely in order to not laugh right in his face. Honestly, did the boy not know how to wink? It was almost embarrassing, watching him try to wink and flirt with her. Mulciber was the dullest rock in all the lake. Seriously. She couldn’t even understand how he got laid. And she knew he did get laid. It must mean the girls he slept with just wanted something to sleep with and he was handy, or they were just as stupid at him. Her lips wanted to twitch into a full on laugh but she clenched her teeth subtly to keep it in. She tried to go for a coy flirty tone as she looked up at him, laying on her act pretty thick. “Oh but I don’t think I’d make it through the Slytherin commons without someone trying to attack me. And I’m not allowed into the prefects bathroom.” She made her brown eyes continue to look up at him innocently before she turned back to the steps and once they were at the top of the steps, she reached out for the door handle, knowing her freedom from the idiot was moments away. She was so focused on opening the door, she only let out a gasp when he squeezed her butt.

((I figure I should get this post done, then the next one I do, she’ll run away.))

[mulci]

There were stories going around about his cock? Of course there were. How had he doubted it for a moment. He. Was. A. Stud. A studly stud. So of course girl's couldn't stop thinking and talking about what he had in his pants. He strutted a little more. He now had irrefutable proof[whatever irrefutable meant, some of the other Slytherin's used it in regards to proof, but he personally could only guess at the meaning] that girls couldn't resist him.

She had blushed. That was a sign. Definitely had to wonder at how he hadn;t noticed how badly she had the hots for him. And had to tell Walden to take her off the frigid bitches list.

Smirking at her expression, he'd caught a glimpse of it and recognised it for the shy look a lot of girls threw his way when he was shirtless. They couldn't get enough of his body.

"WEll..I'm sure we can come to some arrangement" Another wink. She liked them. He could see it in the way she was shying away and playing hard to get.

It was a hard life when you had this kind of power over women.

[Lena Marie Becket]

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Word Count: 333
Tagged: Mulciber

Lena knew she had boosted up his false inflated ego even more when his walk changed slightly and by the way he was acting but she didn’t give very much of a damn. She’d be gone and away from him soon enough and hopefully she could outrun him. She continued to flirt and lead him on, playing along. Finally she started pulling the doors to the hall open and finally, when they were big enough for her to get through, she played her final card. Hopefully this would knock him off balance enough she could get away with enough of a head start. His legs were longer than hers and with his body that muscular, surely he could probably run better than her. So a head start was definitely in need.

"WEll..I'm sure we can come to some arrangement" His winking really was stupid but it meant he thought he had her right where he wanted her. So she played off of it. Lena moved and pressed herself against him, lifting herself up on her toes to sort of reach his lips and said softly, making sure her soft breath brushed over his mouth but her lips didn’t touch his, “Oh I already have an arrangement in mind.” She gave him a seductive look before taking a step back away and her face dropped into her normal look. “And it’s to get as far from you as possible.” With that she turned and ran through the opening of the front door, glad she was wearing sneakers today. If she had been in heels like she sometimes was, this running away thing wouldn’t work and she would be in serious trouble. As she took off down the hall she listened for any signs of him following her. Why had she left her wand in her bag? Why? This would have been so much easier if she had easy access to her wand but she couldn’t get it out of her bag without slowing down.

((i hope that works))

[mulci]

He could sense a little nervousness in her. Don't get that wrong, he wasn't empathetic, but he was a bully, a predator of the playground, and a sadistic one at that. So if there was one thing he could do, it was tell what someone was feeling in respect to fear and nerves. He knew that she wasn't too afraid of him. Just a bit nervous about finally getting a fantasy. An maybe a bit afraid of him. He found himself kind of enjoying the thought of her struggling under him, maybe changing her mind and trying to fight him off while he pulled that top off of her.
Damn it. He wanted this half-
The arrogant smirking twist of his lips was rapidly untwisted as she can closer. His lips parted slightly, and his eyes widened, having even managed to supeise himself with quite how attractive he must be today for hertobbe all over him like this. He wasn't about to go complaining to Walden though. In fact, when he told walden, he'd probably recommend her to be moved from the Frigid Bitches List and he'd hopefully have some ample evidence to make his friend agree.

“Oh I already have an arrangement in mind.”

She did eh? Well he knew what that meant and he shifted his hips a little obscenely, grinding his pelvis against her. He was about to breathe an answer of "Yeah you do" followed bt a sibgle wink with the right eye (more seductive that way) when something about her face changed and she stepped back.
"Wh-"
“And it’s to get as far from you as possible.” that bitch! His eyes narrowed, fairly blazing with anger after he finally processed the comment, watching her long legs occupied with sprinting down the corridor. He snarled worflessly, threw his shirt on the ground in a minor tantrum and then gave chase, haring along behind her even in boots. He was not someone to be messed about with. He would not let her make a fool out of him! He was going to catch that mud-blooded, muggle-loving whore and put her in her rightful place. And then he was going to make damn sure that she never left the Frigid Bitches List. Ever.


opening of the front door, glad she was wearing sneakers today.

[Lena Marie Becket]

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Word Count: 356
Tagged: Mulciber

Lena felt him grind against her and she almost threw her arms out to push him away but she didn’t because she had to give herself plenty of time before running to throw him off. If she threw him and his attention far enough then maybe he would be too stunned when she started running and she would have a nice head start. He really seemed to be buying into her wanting him which meant she had to be a better actress than she had figured. For him to see lust in her when all she felt was disgust, she might need to actually become an actress instead a teacher like she was thinking of doing.

She saw exactly when he realized something was different because he started asking her something but she was already talking and then running before he got the words out. Lena wasn’t about to stick around as she told him no. She wanted to live and at least she had a chance to live if she ran. If she just stood there, not so much. Lena took off and tried not to look back but when she heard stomped running behind her, her eyes widened and she turned her head slightly to see how far away he was. Not far. She made a little ‘squeak’ sound and tried to run faster, knowing his way longer legs would eat up the ground much faster. Lena saw a turn up ahead and tried to keep her speed up as she turned down that corridor but she skidded a little and slammed into the wall on the other side of the corridor. She knew she lost precious seconds with that and tried to put on a burst of speed to get her back away from him but a part of her knew it wasn’t going to work. She was too short, he was too tall and strong, and she had just stopped running for a few crucial seconds. But she didn’t stop and continued to try and get away, adrenaline pumping through her body from fear.

((he can catch her whenever/however you want btw.))

[mulci]

IF anyone had caught them, they would ahve looked a right sight. Her, running for her life, quite literally, clutching her bag as she went. Him, runnnig after her, shouting blue murder, and topless, trying to pull his wand out of his belt holster. Mulciber may not have been the brightest lumos in the wand shop but he was still a slytherin for good reason and knew that she would eventually tire, or realise that she could not outrun him, and he would not let her embarrass him a second time.

THe small squeak was audible to her pursuer and like the predator he was playing in this game, it only made him run faster. She was right to be afraid. He put on a burst of speed, reaching out and just brushing the strap of her bag before she turned a corner too fast, she hit the wall hard. Served her right. For his part, the bulky slytherin almost overbalanced.

Mulciber kept the chase up, aware it was drawing to a close as he started to gain ground on her, grip on his wand tightening slightly in anticipation. He was going to catch her, and the thrill had him punch-drunk.

As another wall loomed ahead, the taller of the two running figures sprang forward in an attempt to pin the girl to the wall, not really caring if he shoved her into it or just knocked her clean over. As long as she got what was coming to her he didn't care diddly squat for the dirty blooded gryffindor.