Post by KIKKA MITZI LLOYD on Oct 8, 2010 18:51:06 GMT
KIKKA MITZI LLOYD
[/font]IS GONNA BE TOTALLY AWESOME ![/color][/font]
Somebody mixed my medicine,
I don't know what I'm on.
Somebody mixed my medicine,
But baby it's all gone.
Somebody mixed my medicine,
Somebody's in my head again.
Somebody mixed my medicine again, again.
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OH, JUST GIVE THEM ALL
B-'s AND BE DONE WITH IT!
NOW THAT'S EVIL. YEAH THANKS,
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NICKNAMES:
- Ablaze, by her small gang of girl-friends and boy-friends.
- Kiki, by her other girl-friends and boy-friends.
- Mazz, by her big brother, Tristan.
- Lloyd, by her enemies and professors.
DATE OF BIRTH: 30th May.
YEAR: Fourth.
HOUSE: Ravenclaw.
AFFILIATION: Secret Angels.
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EYE DETAILS: Grey. Her eyes are where all of her emotions are held; they are the windows to her soul. She loves her grey eyes and wouldn't trade the colour for anything in the world - though sometimes she does wear contacts, but only because she's short-sighted.
HEIGHT/WEIGHT/BUILD: 5'3. She is the shortest in the family but she doesn't care. She likes to be short; that means the guy is always taller, and she likes tall guys! Besides, when she wears heels she's 5'5. 117 lbs. Kikka has always been the skinny one in the family; her brotherused to call her anorexic. Hourglass. She has all of the right curves in all of the right places; a narrow waist, with wide hips and a wide bust, creating a figure that resembles an hourglass.
FACE: Heart shape. All of her features fit perfectly and beautifully onto her face; her small nose, her bigs eyes, her thin, curved eyebrows, her elfishly cute ears, and her full, bow-shaped lips.
STYLE: Unique. Kikka's personal style if very unique. She is most commonly seen in black, whether dressing up or casual. When she's not in black, she is usually seen in dark grays, greens and sometimes red. She keeps her jewelry minimal. It is often a wide cuff for a bracelet, a long pendant necklace and sometimes even a necktie. She has even been seen wearing chains. She is often seen in big black boots or combat boots, among many types of heels. She wears them with everything from jeans to trousers to skirts and dresses. She usually wears plain t-shirt or tank top, and the trousers she wears are either flare jeans or cargo pants; usually ripped. Sometimes she even wears plaid skirts, fishnets, and knee-high socks, all at the same time!
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OOH. I HAD MAD GAME
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- Performing Arts. Kikka loves to act, sing, and dance. She's being doing it ever since she was five! Hmm, this must be how she's such a good liar...
- Mysteries and Sluething. She has always had a fascination with mysteries, especially mystery books. If there's ever a mystery, she'd always the one to do the sluething.
- Competition. She has always been competitive and she competes in almost everything she does; whether it's getting to class first or winning a game of Quidditch. She doesn't like to lose, and may Merlin help you if she does.
- Herself. Kikka is very, very self-assured. She doesn't have the typical low self-esteem that other people sometimes fall victim to. She has grown up to love herself for exactly who she is, flaws and all. Her self-approval, however, does not make her come across as arrogant or brattish.
- Individuality. She prefers to take risks and stand out than to look like every other person walking the halls, whether it's painting slogans on her rain boots or wearing outrageous hats and large, lensless glasses simply to be different.
- Piano. Her mother had her begin taking lessons when she was three, and she's been pounding away at the ivory keys ever since. She used to write his own songs, singing and playing them at family gatherings, until she became so caught up in her educaton that she often forgot about it. She hasn't played in close to a year and she misses it terribly.
- Horseriding. When she was littleshe would always be found out in the ongoing moor behind her families large manor house in Germay. She stopped horseriding though, when she began her education at Hogwarts. She misses it terribly and would love to go back to the activity again.
- Conversation. Kikka loves to converse with people. She hates it when everything is quiet and will always find a way to break the silence. But be warned; if you have nothing clever or interesting to say, don't bother saying it at all!
- Languages. She speaks all kinds of different languages; her IQ is very high and she's been able to learn them all without much troule, so don't be surprised if you find her cursing in another language.
- Fire. This is where she got her nickname, 'Ablaze' from. She has a fiery passion for fire and has loved it ever since her first ever bonfire night - or at least, since the first one she can remember.
- Pirates. Ever since she was a little niave girl she's loved pirates.
- Dark Chocolate. Even the strongest of wills has a weak point.
- French Perfume. She won't settle for anything less.
LOATHES:
- Pointless Chattering. As pointed out above, she hates it when someone has nothing interesting or clever to say. If your going to yack on about something pointless, such as boys or make up, then do so away from her.
- Ignorance. Kikka can stomach someone disagreeing with her, knowing that is well-within their rights as another human being, but what she truly can't stand is someone who isn't even willing to listen or to learn. Ignorance is something she can't stand, and the only thing that truly pisses her off enough that she'll get right in someone's face over it. It often gets her into trouble, but she'd rather be silenced than ignored.
- Discrimination. She prides herself on being able to look at the world as simply the world. To her, there are no lines drawn in sand, there are no differences between herself and the person standing next to her other than their appearance or their beliefs. Peel away all those layers, and we all have the same organs, same bones, same insides. That's the only difference hse even recognizes; she prefers to look at all people as her equals, and she hates when people try and fit him into a specific type. "It's like trying to shove a square peg into a round hole."
- Losing. She hates it when she loses. If she loses, all hell with be raised. Losing is something that will raise her short temper to a maximum and she will not take kindly to losing.
- Stupidity and Ignorance. Ughhh, this is a huge pet-peeve of hers. She hates it when people act stupid, or just simply are stupid, and she despises people who are ignorant to what is going on around them. She will not interact with these types of people.
- Ivasions. Don't, and I repeat, DON'T invade her personal bubble. She hates it when people get to close to her, unless she has granted them permission, and if you even dare move a step too close, she will not like it, not one bit.
- Interuptions. When she is in the middle of speaking, be warned to not interupt her. She doesn't like interuptions and she really hates it when people speak over her.
- The Ministry of Magic. Kikka reckons that the entire staff of the Ministry of Magic are complete dunderheads. She refuses to follow the rules the Ministry has set for all wizards and witches alike, and will be outspoken and defiant towards them if need be.
- Glitter and Sparkles. For some reason she's always had a pet-peeve against these two things. She doesn't know why, but her eyes hurt when she looks at them.
- Loud Noises and Being Alone. She's always done better in a group; being alone causes her to grow restless and act out even more than usual. It makes her uneasy, and she always prefers to have someone or something there.
- Brussel Sprouts. "If there was ever a cliche I am happy to be a part of..."
- Cheap Wine. Need I say more?
BOGGART: Disownage. Kikka fears being disowned. Se doesn't want to live without the fortune and comfort of the Lloyd home and the love her mother gives her.
DEMENTOR: Outsmarted. One day in Charms class they were having a heated debate, and Kikka lost the debate to some thick boy with a slimy personality. She's never lost anything, so that makes this her worst memory.
PATRONUS: Owl. Her happy memory would definitely be those many times she would go horseriding on the moor with Tristan. She loves her big brother, and she loves horseriding, and she loves the moor.
AMORENTIA:
- Wet Wood. The smell of damp wood is one of Kikka' favourites, probably because she loves dancing in the rain and hanging out in the forest.
- Ink. People hate the smell of spilt ink, but to her, the smell is simply divine. When she was little she used to spill ink over a work-top just to smell it.
- Melted Chocolate. Kikka has a very big fetish for chocolate. She loves the smell and she loves the taste, and what she loves more is when it's melted.
- Pages. The smell of a new book is one of her favourite scents; her second, to be exact. Must be because she loves to read...
VERITASERUM:
- Junkie. Suure, Kikka is a bad-ass smart-ass, but sometimes she can sure be stupid. She doesn't know what a drug actually is, all she knows is that they're some sort of muggle anti-depressant, so she takes them.
- Rhape. This is a seriously BAD secret, that even she doesn't now about herself. When she was high on drugs and alcohol, she rhaped her brother. Yes, rhaped. And that is how she lost her virginity; to her own brother.
STRENGTHS:
- Knowledge. Kikka is a ridiculously intelligent person. No one can outsmart her and no one can figure things out as quick as she can. She especially expertises in riddles.
- Lying. She's taking performing art clases ever since she was little, and those acting classes have made her the extremely brilliant liar she is today.
- Sex. This subject can be just as much as a weakness as it can be a strenght. Kikka is a sex kitten; she knows all the moves and that's why the rumors going around about her is that she's a sex goddess.
WEAKNESSES:
- Drugs. Kikka is as intelligent as they come, but unfortunately, she takes a shitload of drugs. She can't help it though; she's addicted, and she needs help!
- Sex. Ever since her so-called "first time" with an old friend she trusted, this girl has ever since been addicted to sex. She is an overall sex kitten.
- Trust. Nothing overly dramatic has happend to make Kikka not trust people, but for some reason, she's the kind of girl who doesn't trust people all too well...
PERSONALITY:
- Extremist. A word that could easily describe Kikka' personality. She's stopped eating to prove a point, stopped sleeping to prove a point, stopped showering to prove a point, got tattoos and piercings to prove a point, tied herself to a tree to prove a point. Whatever she feels will get her point across and for her to get taken seriously, she'll do it.
- Unromantic. She's not a romantic. The one who would write her a poem, the one who would speak softly into her ear by the roaring fire, the one who would-- ugh, she's gotta stop talking about them now, mostly because she's about to be sick from all the mush already. Those kinds of people? Yeah, need not apply. Besides, what kind of sex kitten would she be if she were romantic?
- Hot-Tempered and Patient. Although she can be very patient when need be, she also has a temper like a volcano. If you say even the slightest of bad things towards her or her family, she will erupt and you'll most commonly end up hexed, or worse. Her patience though, kicks in during arguments, and she is patient to listen to people yacking on.
- Indifferent and Mellow. Kkka isn't one to take herself too seriously. If her combat boots and her accessory don't match, she'll strut walk out of the common room with her head held high. She'll be the first to crack a joke about herself, and she'll be the first to laugh at a joke made about her.
- Depressing and Lively. There is a happy side to her and a sad side to her. Fifty percent of the time she is depressed, and the other fifty percent of the time she is lively. She loves to go out on the town and she loves to party; she is really outgoing and bubbly, but because of her fear that she may get disowned by his family (she doesn't know why she fears this, to be honest), she is also depressed.
- Determined and Courageous. She has this fantastic amount of determination and courage to just stand up for what she feels is right, to not really care if no one else agrees with her. She doesn't really have a mind-set nor need for true popularity. She finds the entire idea of a social status to be demeaning and pointless. So, you're popular in school. Twenty years from now, will anyone really give a shit?
- Trustworthy. People come to Kikka all of the time to seek advice, which she gladly gives, even if it isn't the best of advice. Sh is easy to trust and easy to speak with, and whatever the problem, she is always there for her friends. But just because she is very trustworthy, that does not mean she trusts people himself. Lately she's been having a hard time trusting people and getting close to others, but she doesn't know why...
- Intelligent and Knowledgable. Since she has been known to go to great lengths to research every possible fact, opinion, and blurb about anything she cares about, one must also have a particularly well-thought out and conceivable arguement. She is very logically minded. If things don't make sense, they obviously can't be true.
- Sneaky and Cunning. She isn't a junkie for nothing. How else would she be able to sneak drugs into Hogwarts without beng detected? Beats me! Besides, what drug addict isn't sneaky and cunning?
- Ambitious. Although this trait is more for Slytherins, but this trait gained her a spot in her house. She has a strong desire for success and achievement and persues her goals with much enthuisiasm. She stops at nothing to get what she wants and what she wants she always gets.
- Questioning. Kikka was not raised on the principals of questioning everything, but her favorite word is "why". Under the firm belief that everyone always has some sort of ulterior motive, she rarely ever takes anything at face-value. Her tenacity has gotten her in trouble with plenty of teachers and other such authority figures, but it's only because she believes that the only truth is that which someone discovers for themselves; meaning that she believes as she perceives things to be.
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[/color][/font]NOT EVERYONE INHERITED
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FATHER: Nathaniel Lloyd, fourty, Unspeakable, Order of the Phoenix. She was never close to her father; Nathaniel always favoured Tristan. At first she was jealous, but after a while she didn't care. She had her mother.
SIBLINGS: Tristan Lloyd, sixteen, Secret Angels, Slytherin. Kikka is very close to her brother, but over the years she's been feeling like they've been drifting apart. Why? She doesn't know, but she'd like to find out.
OTHER IMPORTANT FIGURES: Jinxx, her black Owl. This owl was named after one of the guitarists in Black Veil Brides, which is her upmost favourite band in the whole world.
WEALTH STATUS: Wealthy.
BIRTHPLACE: Germany.
CURRENT RESIDENCE: London, England
HISTORY: Kikka Mitzi Lloyd was born in Germany on the 30th of May. She wasn't born in a hospital, nor at home. She was born in the middle of the moor in the dusk. They family were coming back from a party and they weren't far from the house, but then Elizabeth Lloyd went into labor, right there and then. They tried to make it back to the house on time, but the roads were too bumpy for Elizabeth to handle, so the servants were called and apparated to the spot they were at. They laid a blanket down on the softest patch of the moor they could find, and right there and then, she was brought into the world. Everyone guessed this was the reason why Kikka was so in love with the moor.
The second Lloyd child was brought up spoilt and pampered. She had everything a young girl could ever imagine owning with just a click of her fingers. The servants called her spoilt, the house elves called her adorable, and her big brother Tristan, called her a brat. Kikka didn't know why Tristan never liked her as a child; she just assumed it was because their parents loved her more than they loved him. But she was wrong, for when she reached six, her father lost all contact with her. He never spoke to her, he never looked at her, he never bought her things, and he lost all love for her. This made Tristan happy and Kikka very sad, but her energy was brought back by her mother, who loved both her children equally.
When Kikka turned eight years old, a letter came from Howarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She assumed it was for her, that the school wanted to induct her at a young age, but once again, she was wrong. It was for her brother, of course. He was ten years of age now and it was his time to go. She was disappointed but she knew her time would come in another two years. She just wished she didn't have to wait so long. Athough the two siblings had never gotten along before, Kikka found herself missing her brother when he had gone on the 1st of September. She began to send him letters every once a week, and even gave him gifts on his birthday and on Christmas, which he came spent back at home with his family. The Lloyd children had formed a close bond.
Two years passed by very quickly and at last Kikka was finally able to go to Hogwarts. As soon as she got her acceptance letter her mother and brother hurried her off to Diagon Alley, where she gained all of her school books and items, incuding her wand; 11 inches, made of Cypress wood, with a Phoenix Feather core. Ollivander, the wand maker, described it as flexible and most powerful in the subjects Charms and Defense Against the Dark Arts. Kikka was very excited and waited without patience for the school year to start. When it did start, she made many, many friends and did very, very well in all of her subjects; she was the best in her year! The first two years passed quickly, with her big brother keeping a wary on here to make sure she didn't do anything stupid. But then she began her third year and terrible thing began to happen.
Two muggleborn students, both unidentical twins, transfered from Durmstrang to Hogwarts, and with them they brought a stash load of cigarettes, alcohol, and even drugs; including a spliff! The two naughty students were expelled from Durmstrang for such things, and they managed to rope Kikka into believing that there was nothing wrong with them; that the muggle objects were harmless. For a very intelliget person, Kikka was stupid and she believed them. She became best friends with the junky twins and started smoking, drinking, and taking drugs. It was only after she became addicted did she realise that the drugs were doing nothing good for her, but it was too late to stop now; she didn't know! She knew she needed help, but what was there to do?
She lost her freindship with the junky twins and went back to her old friends. She confided in no one about the drugs and all of that business, not even telling her brother, although she knew that her brother was suspicious about her activities. The rest of her third year passed by and summer came around. The summer was hot and tiring, especially because the family had decided to move to England so it would be easier to get to Hogwarts. They found a lovely manor house in London, but Kikka didn't like it. She wanted to go back to her beautiful moor; the place where she rode her horses with her brother at her side. There was no such luck though, for her parents would not listen to her pleads. She had just lost her home, but she vowed that one day, she would take back what was hers.
The rest of the summer was uneventful, except for one terrible moment in history. Kikka lost her virginity. Guess who she lost it to? You'll never guess. It was her brother! One night after the best muggle party she'd ever been too (or the most eventul, at least), she came home both drunk and high. Her brother was also drunk, though she did not know why at the time. All she knew was that he looked deliciously dishevled and very, very sexy. It was only a matter of seconds before she jumped him; and that is exactly what she did. After a very heated make out, they had very hot and sweaty sex against the wall of the drawing room, and then began the second round in Kikka's bedroom. In the morning she woke up naked, with her brother gone and remembering nothing. Now she's back at Hogwarts for fourth year and her brothers avoiding her. What's a girl to do?[/SIZE]
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AGE: Fourteen in October.
GENDER: Female.
EXPERIENCE: Three years.
HOW YOU FOUND US: I helped found this roleplay.
RP SAMPLE:
The summer of Nemesis Riddle was spent in New York, the Big Apple, where she met a nice lad by the name of Nathan Bones, and a horrible little bitch called Angelina Broke. The holiday wasn't the greatest. When she met Nathan, he'd pushed her into the middle of the road. This resulted in slamming his head into the wall. If the Vampire slut hadn't stopped her, she would have taken Nathan out, she would've beaten him to nothing but air. That didn't mean Nemesis and Broke liked each other though. In fact, within such a short time, they absolutely loathed each other.
The other half of her holiday was spent in the Riddle Manor, no father, nor mother of course, in sight. Bellatrix had probably spent her holiday with her husband, Rodolphus Lestrange, and her daughter, Mafalda, who happened to be an enemy of Nemesis. Her father though, Lord Voldemort, didn't do holidays. He spent most of his time bossing people around at either Hogwarts or the Ministry. Even though he wasn't the Minister of Magic, that being Lucius Malfoy, Voldemort still had all the power held over the Wizarding World. In short, he ruled the Wizarding World.
During her stay, her time was spent constantly reading textbooks, many different volumes of Dark Magic, and certain other types of magical reading materials. Once a chapter was finished, Nemesis would be tested by the butler. If she got a question wrong, she was punished by magic. If all her answers were correct, the butler and the Dark Lord's daughter would duel. Both ways resulted in some sort of pain, no matter what happened, though the punishments were obviously worse, since the butler was a very skilled wizard. Nemesis just had to keep telling herself, the more experience I get, a better witch I become.
Hopefully the school year will be better than that blasted holiday, she thought as she strutted into the Slytherin common room with such elegance and confidence. Everyone went silent and turned to watch her when she entered, a small smirk that said I-totally-own-you-all settling across her beautiful yet sinister features. Giving one graceful flick of her hand, all the Slytherin's turned away to continue chatting and laughing. "It's so great to be able to rule like this," she muttered under her breath as she walked over to one of the sofa's and glared at a kid who sat there. The first year got up and ran away, just as Nemesis predicted, and so she took the kids place, sitting down with crossed legs.
As she turned her head, she caught a glimpse of Draco Malfoy and Achlys Greyback appearing through the wall that lead in and out of the common room. The pair were best friends, though most people knew Achyls had a major crush on Draco, but he had a crush on a Gryffindor, Dakota Black, his own aunt. Gross! They walked over as Nemesis stood from her seat, they then exchanged hugs and sat back down to talk. "How were your summers, Draco, Achlys?" she asked innocently. The two best friends replied with stories of their visit to Rome together, but Nemesis wasn't listening, she'd zoned out, she wasn't at all interested.
Out of the corner of her eye, she watched as Mafalda Lestrange, her enemy from the whole of her five years at Hogwarts, and will be for the rest of her life, came down the stairs that led up to and down from the girls dormitories, Achlys going off to greet her. Nemesis rolled her eyes. Lestrange was a traitor to the Dark Lord, why didn't anyone see that!? Because everyone was blind, blind, blind. Lestrange didn't care about the needs of the dark side, she was with the Order of the Phoenix, not the Death Eaters, that's why she never joined the Dark Knights. No matter how much she loved Slytherin and all her friends, she found them all to be stupid and ignorant.
"If you will excuse me, Draco, I have somewhere to be," Nemesis said as she stood from her seat, flashing a dazzling smile that was directed towards the Malfoy boy. Draco nodded, returning the smile. "Of course, Nemesis, I'll see you at the feast," he excused. Leaving the square of sofa's that resided besides the fireplace, Nemesis hurried out of the common room after Lestrange, who seemed to be sneaking off somewhere. Completely unaware of having company, Lestrange moved through corridor after corridor, up stairway after stairway, to the seventh floor and into an unused classroom. Perhaps she's planning a secret meeting with the good side? Nemesis assumed as she sneakily entered behind Lestrange and slipped unnoticed into the shadows.
The assumption had been wrong though, for Lestrange had pulled out a book all about Dark Magic, one Nemesis recognized. She'd read the whole thing during the summer and knew basically every piece of the volumes contents off by heart. She could do every spell the books contents held within and could explain in exact quotes what the spell could do and what its exact purpose was originally. Although she didn't care about knowing such things, it was good to know what a spell did before you cast it. Maybe the heir of the Lestrange fortune is not as goody-two-shoes as I thought?
Exiting the shadows as the Lestrange spotted her, a sinister smile upon her face, and Nemesis glided up to the Lestrange and peered over at the pages of the reading material. "Ah, a Dark Magic book. A bit... underrated for you, is it not?" she spoke as she moved her hand to turn the page with a small flick of the hand. Taking a slow, short step back, Nemesis chuckled. "Never thought I'd catch someone as... discarded as you reading such a powerful book. Not quite the taste, I believe, for a traitor." This was the truth of course, since there was no need for someone of the light to read such a dangerous book; that was why they were called the Good Side. But someone like Mafalda Lestrange would never change their mind over something that is most definitely worth trifling... would they?
The other half of her holiday was spent in the Riddle Manor, no father, nor mother of course, in sight. Bellatrix had probably spent her holiday with her husband, Rodolphus Lestrange, and her daughter, Mafalda, who happened to be an enemy of Nemesis. Her father though, Lord Voldemort, didn't do holidays. He spent most of his time bossing people around at either Hogwarts or the Ministry. Even though he wasn't the Minister of Magic, that being Lucius Malfoy, Voldemort still had all the power held over the Wizarding World. In short, he ruled the Wizarding World.
During her stay, her time was spent constantly reading textbooks, many different volumes of Dark Magic, and certain other types of magical reading materials. Once a chapter was finished, Nemesis would be tested by the butler. If she got a question wrong, she was punished by magic. If all her answers were correct, the butler and the Dark Lord's daughter would duel. Both ways resulted in some sort of pain, no matter what happened, though the punishments were obviously worse, since the butler was a very skilled wizard. Nemesis just had to keep telling herself, the more experience I get, a better witch I become.
Hopefully the school year will be better than that blasted holiday, she thought as she strutted into the Slytherin common room with such elegance and confidence. Everyone went silent and turned to watch her when she entered, a small smirk that said I-totally-own-you-all settling across her beautiful yet sinister features. Giving one graceful flick of her hand, all the Slytherin's turned away to continue chatting and laughing. "It's so great to be able to rule like this," she muttered under her breath as she walked over to one of the sofa's and glared at a kid who sat there. The first year got up and ran away, just as Nemesis predicted, and so she took the kids place, sitting down with crossed legs.
As she turned her head, she caught a glimpse of Draco Malfoy and Achlys Greyback appearing through the wall that lead in and out of the common room. The pair were best friends, though most people knew Achyls had a major crush on Draco, but he had a crush on a Gryffindor, Dakota Black, his own aunt. Gross! They walked over as Nemesis stood from her seat, they then exchanged hugs and sat back down to talk. "How were your summers, Draco, Achlys?" she asked innocently. The two best friends replied with stories of their visit to Rome together, but Nemesis wasn't listening, she'd zoned out, she wasn't at all interested.
Out of the corner of her eye, she watched as Mafalda Lestrange, her enemy from the whole of her five years at Hogwarts, and will be for the rest of her life, came down the stairs that led up to and down from the girls dormitories, Achlys going off to greet her. Nemesis rolled her eyes. Lestrange was a traitor to the Dark Lord, why didn't anyone see that!? Because everyone was blind, blind, blind. Lestrange didn't care about the needs of the dark side, she was with the Order of the Phoenix, not the Death Eaters, that's why she never joined the Dark Knights. No matter how much she loved Slytherin and all her friends, she found them all to be stupid and ignorant.
"If you will excuse me, Draco, I have somewhere to be," Nemesis said as she stood from her seat, flashing a dazzling smile that was directed towards the Malfoy boy. Draco nodded, returning the smile. "Of course, Nemesis, I'll see you at the feast," he excused. Leaving the square of sofa's that resided besides the fireplace, Nemesis hurried out of the common room after Lestrange, who seemed to be sneaking off somewhere. Completely unaware of having company, Lestrange moved through corridor after corridor, up stairway after stairway, to the seventh floor and into an unused classroom. Perhaps she's planning a secret meeting with the good side? Nemesis assumed as she sneakily entered behind Lestrange and slipped unnoticed into the shadows.
The assumption had been wrong though, for Lestrange had pulled out a book all about Dark Magic, one Nemesis recognized. She'd read the whole thing during the summer and knew basically every piece of the volumes contents off by heart. She could do every spell the books contents held within and could explain in exact quotes what the spell could do and what its exact purpose was originally. Although she didn't care about knowing such things, it was good to know what a spell did before you cast it. Maybe the heir of the Lestrange fortune is not as goody-two-shoes as I thought?
Exiting the shadows as the Lestrange spotted her, a sinister smile upon her face, and Nemesis glided up to the Lestrange and peered over at the pages of the reading material. "Ah, a Dark Magic book. A bit... underrated for you, is it not?" she spoke as she moved her hand to turn the page with a small flick of the hand. Taking a slow, short step back, Nemesis chuckled. "Never thought I'd catch someone as... discarded as you reading such a powerful book. Not quite the taste, I believe, for a traitor." This was the truth of course, since there was no need for someone of the light to read such a dangerous book; that was why they were called the Good Side. But someone like Mafalda Lestrange would never change their mind over something that is most definitely worth trifling... would they?
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