the pretender * devent

[vika3]

We’re temporary, temporary, same old story,

But What if I say I’m not like the others?

If strength was ignoring hostility and going on, despite the fact everyone was opposed to it, Sammy was as strong as they came. Those Gryffinwhores had pissed her off pretty badly today, with their Harry-Potter-will-kill-Delacroix chanting, so she’d lashed out. No one got to insult the minister – not when he was the one with the power and proper morals to make the world a slightly better place. The man was doing everyone a favour, trying to rid the world of evil creatures that fed on mankind, and some stupid fucks dared protest against it? No, Sammy didn’t take such crap, not from anyone and especially not from a handful of sixth year lions. Their bravery had been put to the test when she’d hissed at them. Very, very rarely did she raise her voice; she much preferred psychological warfare, which was what she’d stuck to this time. It was commonly known that Samantha couldn’t lie, which made the insults true and therefore all the more hurtful. Once she’d finished breaking the children’s ego’s by jabbing at their physical flaws, better siblings, lack of intelligence or other painful imperfections, she’d turned around and catwalked straight to the Room of Requirement. Such outbursts were rare – she didn’t usually mind people enough to scold them – and it had worn her out.

Once the heavy doors closed around her, she found herself in a replica of a hotel room she’d once been in. She was a materialistic girl, however, her family lacked the money to provide everything she wished for. Instead of whining and bothering her dear father, she’d set up a plan of her own. She’d simply marry well. For now, she sunk down on a silk-covered sofa and lay atop of it, leaning her head on one arm rest and kicking her legs over the other. Lazy as she was, she could stay like that forever. A full quarter of an hour, she stayed in that position, only shifting to stretch her arms up over her head. Sprawled all over the sofa like a cat, she ignored the fact her dress slid up to her thighs as well as the fact her hair was getting ruffled. This was her moment of peace, she could lower her guard and be less of a lady, and more of a lazy mess.

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[devon]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] YOU COULD, COS YOU CAN, SO YOU DO. The Words: laziness at its best The Outfit: banner fo sho. The Notes tehe<3 Devent was... in other words a bit awkward with his speech. He obviously lacked the ability to speak to girls without sounding like an idiot, making people do what he wants, but something he was excellent at was hiding his emotions and past. He didn't like people knowing about him and he hated being questioned, so he's great at transferring the conversation to the other person, questions, silly acts & gestures. he was discriminated against because of his family, his family wasn't the bunch of peaches some people thought, and he didn't exactly feel the same way as his grand uncle, but he wouldn't give anyone a straight answer about any bit of that. It was sort of just his life, so live for the now? Avoid the future and the past... sort of his philosophy, even the future was a notion that Devvy shied away from. He just ... meh, didn't care for it, it was big and far too blown up. Nothing should be that important. He walked through the halls lazily, watching a couple interesting scenes of the lovely house characters. Gryffindors annoying Slytherins, Slytherins cornering puffles, and ravenclaws still just sitting in a corner reading. Why did this school have to be a walking stereotype? He wasn't an ordinary hufflepuff, he had more backbone than a lot of people give credit for, and half of the school thought he ought to be in slytherin because of his "views" on halfies. Which were completely untrue tellings, he just was sort of fed up being alienated like that. nobody in this school is alike, so why did they all act like their houses make them out to be. He's met the most arrogant and sly Hufflepuff, and the nicest slytherin, and the dumbest ravenclaw, and even the cowardly lion... so houses shouldn't be so hyped up, The distinction is what separated the school. He turned the corner on the seventh floor and noticed someone he really didn't want to be anywhere around. Jacoby. He froze and backed up slowly, not really wanting to go to the hospital wing again, and as soon as he felt safe from potentially being in his line of hearing, Devent fled, he ran up the stairs and walked to the place where few people could enter. He was prepared to march back and forth, but instead found a door already there. Hearing footsteps he popped in there shutting the door behind him. He stared at the door for a second before turning around, and when he did- he noticed the familiar Samantha Nott. He swallowed, "Oh, sorry I didn't mean to uhh... " he furrowed his eyebrow..."walk in here... i mean interrupt what this,,, er is. " Devvy finished lamely, blinking like a dumbass and after a few seconds of looking elsewhere, anywhere but he girl and the awkwardness of a hotel bedroom... spoke up, "hm, I should leave. yeah, that's a good idea...." He said, backing into the door awkwardly and unable to stop himself spoke again. "but out of curiousity, what are you doing in here?" created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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[vika3]

We’re temporary, temporary, same old story,

But What if I say I’m not like the others?

Being alone wasn’t the worst thing she could think of. Her muscles thanked her wordlessly for being stretched out in quite a feline way, her legs were happy enough to get a rest from walking on sky-scraper heels all day and her brain was content to get some peace, at last. All in all, this was her way to retreat after an entire day of avoiding drama, girls and Gryffs and cuddling up against fellow elitists. So, she hadn’t expected company to rush in on her, especially not good-looking company that went by the surname of Delacroix. She might have considered snapping at the intruder, but once she saw who it was, her relaxed facial expression melted into a smile.

”Don’t worry about it, it’s not like you walked in on me showering. It’s a free country. Take a seat.” With one movement, she swept her legs off of the sofa and sat up, more or less straight. Her hands automatically went to her dress, to pull it down. He needn’t see everything at once, she was much too classy for that. Maybe classy wasn’t the perfect word, seeing that she’d do him should he say a word – but eh. ”You should stay.” She nodded, watching some hair fall in front of her face and shoving it aside recklessly. Stupid long hair. If it weren’t for the fact it looked good, she’d have cut it ages ago. Her eyes travelled up his figure, starting at his feet and stopping at his eyes. Was he really that flustered at the mere sight of her? She liked to believe so and it stroked her enormous ego rather pleasantly. Yes, this boy was allowed to stick around, for as long as he liked. He’d instantly made it onto her Good list. Technically, he’d been there since his birth, but whatever. The boy had the looks, the blood, the name and apparently, a personality that didn’t fail to endear her. She realised she’d been hanging around with Huff boys awfully much lately, maybe she needed a change of pace from her beloved snakes? That was a thought worth elaborating on. ”I came here to relax. This is one of the only places where I’m not pestered much. But I could ask the same to you.” Tilting her head, she looked at him, her tone insinuating the question.

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[devon]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] YOU COULD, COS YOU CAN, SO YOU DO. The Words: laziness at its best The Outfit: banner fo sho. The Notes tehe<3 Samantha was one of the most intriguing beings, she was beautiful, intelligent, though Devent always felt like he's seen someone exactly like her before. Her act got old, and he disliked the idea that she seemed to use boys as though they were trophies to be won other than the He had to admit though, the girl could probably win over any guy she went after. He always had a sinking feeling that he could be one of her targets, but quickly doubted that. What was so special about him? It wasn't like she'd just go after him for his name, or that she's even going after him at all. Ugh, why did she seem to tease him? Devent couldn't handle this, he was was too awkward around girls. Sure flirting was one thing, but some girls he just couldn't make sense of himself around and to be honest probably ended up falling flat on his face every single time... he still had a hard time believing that girls even hung around him. Her smile made him uncomfortable, every cell in his body was telling him to get out of there. However, for one reason or another he decided to stay. Raising an eyebrow he clasped his hands behind his back, still not directly glancing at her. "I guess if you're sure." this is wrong, very very wrong, he was pretty good at avoiding her, although she seemed like a nice person, Devent just couldn't even comprehend what he thought about Sam. He wandered over to the couch, pushing the thoughts of actually walking in on her in the shower. He scratched the back of his head and sat probably as far away on the couch as possible to her. He looked around the room and nodded, "It seems to be a nice place, though the door was open on the other side. " he told her, as though she probably didn't already know. Most of the time the room of requirements door does not show itself to others. Perhaps she was wanting company this time? "I guess I could say I'm hiding from the outside world?" he laughed awkwardly after his statement, finally forcing himself to look at her and give her a smile. She was nice, why was he being such a twit? hm? Couldn't he have a normal conversation in what looked like a hotel room? with someone that he's an aquaintence with? He took a deep breath, "The room of requirements was the best architectural invention of wizards." he noted dully, finding his ridiculousness endless. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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[vika3]

We’re temporary, temporary, same old story,

But What if I say I’m not like the others?

A lot of things were wrong, by Sammy’s book. Accepting muggleborn misbreds into Hogwarts was wrong, having pure blood mingle with tainted genes was wrong, having her dearest friends drift away from her was wrong as hell. However, spending some time alone with an adorable Huffie was quite alright. She allowed herself to relax and slipped back into her casual, usual mood. Much like a male, all she needed was entertainment, food, sleep and sex. As long as she got plenty of all the before mentioned, she would be fine.

He was being adorable, asking for confirmation like a fifth year kid rather than a seventh year sex bomb. Of course she was sure. Hell, if she hadn’t desired his company, she would’ve told him so. If there was one part of Sammy’s personality that stuck out, then it was her in-your-face bluntness. Manipulation was left for other Slytherins, she much preferred to put the truth out there, although not without using it to her advantage. Eying him as he sat, she felt her smile widen even more. He couldn’t have possibly moved further away from her, it was endearing. ”I’m not going to bite you, sweetheart.” Ugh, what was she doing, using Jacoby’s favourite endearment on a guy? Still, it seemed the only fitting way to address him – she didn’t even mean it sarcastically. A little more and she’d slip into her Mother Hen modus and feed him biscuits. ”Thanks. It’s supposed to resemble a hotel I stayed in this summer. I quite liked it. Well, you’re allowed to come in… That’s probably because I don’t mind your company,” she replied, nodding slightly, as if agreeing with herself. The idea of hiding from the rest of the world entertained her enough to make her smirk. ”What does someone like you have to hide from? Fangirls?” Okay, maybe he wasn’t as popular as the common Hogwarts whores, but she’d found the student body to be extremely prone to idolise seniors. All you had to do was be decent-looking and the girls came swarming, flocking, saving your photographs in their rooms and ranting to their friends about how they’d seduce you. If she got a bronze coin for every time she’d laughed at a raging fan girl, she wouldn’t have any money troubles any more.

Suddenly, she shook her head, still smirking. ”It is, but do you really want to talk about the room with me? What’s next, the weather?” She was being excruciatingly straight-forward, ignoring the small talk good manners prescribed and getting to the point straight away. Who knew how much time she’d have? She didn’t want to waste it on empty words. ”There are a million more interesting conversations to have. Like – have you mastered the Patronus charm?” It sounded as if she was a big fan of studying, but in reality, she was interested in how his animal would look.

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[devon]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] YOU COULD, COS YOU CAN, SO YOU DO. The Words: laziness at its best The Outfit: banner fo sho. The Notes tehe<3 There was something seriously incorrect about this school. It's like the muggle world's segregation issues however long ago. which was actually one of the very few things he actually listened to in muggle studies. People felt such superiority over others and Devent couldn't understand why. perhaps it was his very own naiivity. He waspossibly bipolar, mean a second, confident beyond belief and the next a timid 1st year that knew nothing about how the world went around. Why were some people less than others ? Devent sure wished some people would just disappear sometimes, but he never thought of himself better than them. Halfbreeds were probably even better than wizards on many occasions, and far more dangerous, but he still couldn't really understand what made them something to destroy. His uncle brought down the name Delacroix, and He resented him for it. He smiled at her and sat, seeing her smile widen, yes- he was this awkward, great. He sat as far from her as possible. This sort of experience wasn't something he does often. He wasn't even sure why he was being so ridiculous about this. He didn't like Samantha, she didn't like him, she was just being polite and he was being a completely wuss. He chuckled slightly, "whew," he acted as though he was wiping sweat off his brow and turned slightly to her, "I was worried there for a second." he told her, gaining confidence from that thought and slightly embarrassed at his own actions. HE did not need to act this way, she wasn't going to kill him, he didn't need to feel awkward, they could have a normal conversation on this couch. "I'm glad I was, it was a matter of life or death, you know." He laughed heartily and shook his head, turning a bit pink from her suggestion, "I hardly have fan girls." Just the thought of that made him feel weird. There was no way, he wasn't one of those 'player' types of guys, he liked to stay by himself, mostly, and the thought that people had secret crushes on him, or were chasing him were completely ridiculous, there was no way that anyone would like him like that. He was just odd in almost every way. He never spoke about himself and despite being in a sort of serious relationship, hasn't had many kisses. He was wired wrong, he knew it had to be true. So the whole fan girl thing was completely disregarded. He smirked slightly, "oh, well the weather is nice too." He told her, trying to not be so lame. So she noticed how socially awkward he was, congrats to her. She was trying to find better conversations and he didn't blame her, Maybe he'd learn something from this conversation. "Yeah, sort of. I suppose I could do it, then I stopped practicing." He shrugged, not always very proud of his magic. He can still do it, but he wasn't about to boast, especially since she was probably a million times better at magic than he was. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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[vika3]

We’re temporary, temporary, same old story,

But What if I say I’m not like the others?

Samantha had always lived up to appearances. Her grandfather, from her dad’s side, had been a Death Eater during Voldemort’s reign and those morals had been passed down onto this third generation. Daddy had taught her right from wrong and she dealt with that. No other truth had ever struck her as possible, so Sam was the pure-blooded, elitist bitch she was supposed to be. However, the bitch part wasn’t completely true. There was a good side to her, a pure and selfless one. Like right now, she was being nice to a hufflepuff, although she had a good reason in this particular case. He was adorable and awkward, reminding her of a left-behind, abandoned kitten that needed to be taken out of his box and socialised. She would teach him, she was determined. At least for now, she’d do her best to make this boy feel at ease. If she couldn’t do that, she might as well give up her reputation as the school’s friendly man-eater.

”Yup. Snake bites are nasty, consider yourself lucky.” she joked, not meaning any harm with it, but realising how threatening that would sound. Her house had the reputation of being lethally dangerous, but she disregarded that. Her aggressive, violent, selfish snake boys were her darlings, she loved them all equally. ”Don’t you? My bad. I could give you a few tips, if you wish some?” she smirked. A how-to-seduce-girls speed-course, offered by Sammy Nott. Oh dear lord, was that a blush, a faint, adorable, girly blush? She desperately wanted to reach out and touch his cheek with her hand to feel the hotness of his skin, still the wish not to scare him away was stronger. She kept leaning back casually.

Lame conversations were a waste of her time, she demanded something better. ”Oh. Why’s that?” her head remained tilted, as it always did when she asked questions. ”I trained for a while and I can call upon one now, but it’s such a strain. What’s your animal?”

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