i'm not dead yet // open.

[phoenix]

"hey! you lot, aren't you suppose to be in class?" phoenix said, yelling at a group of first years who looked awfully suspicious. phe wasn't someone to yell at people because she was a prefect, she actually let them off the hook just about every time. but today was different, she had just been yelled at by one of her teachers for not going on her prefect duties and not keeping kids in line. phe never yelled at anybody, ever. she didn't like yelling, her parents used it so much so it could just be natural that she hated it. when she would sometimes go on her prefect duty at night and would see kids walking around the castle causing ruckus then she usually never says anything to them, just looks at them in a way that says 'i won't get you in trouble'. if they didn't cause too much noise then she wouldn't start yelling at them, but if they were being real loud then she would have to say something about it.

phoenix rolled her eyes at the first years, they weren't budging. "move! go to class, that's the whole reason you're here, you want me to go and get the headmaster?" phoenix yelled again and this time they ran off to class. at least she hoped that they were going to go to class, she shrugged, they weren't her problem. it would be their fault if their teacher yelled at them for missing most of the class. phoenix sighed heavily, sometimes she hated being a prefect, no, she almost always hated being a prefect. she didn't see why she was a prefect, she was horrible and not many people liked her, she figured that she was just the last person they had in mind when the others refused to become one.

phoenix made her way outside and found herself a tree to sit under. when she was seated she pulled out a book from her bag. phoenix reading, it's something that will only happen once in a million years. phoenix got comfortable and flipped to the middle of the book. she wasn't very comfortable, it was cold outside but somehow everyone else outside was fine with the cold. phoenix was not, she hated the cold. at home on break she wouldn't even leave her bed because it was so cold and if she left it then she wouldn't even leave the house. she would sit next to the fire with some cocoa or tea and sit there all day, not bothering anyone and they wouldn't bother her. that was how she liked it.

tagged // open
wordcount // idgaf
outfit // clothes
listening to // woe is me
notes // this is blah

[junipertwo]

clap. clap. clap. the sound echoed through the trees and bushes around them, and any rudimentary detective work would have followed the noise back to its origin, a smartly dressed slytherin boy with blonde hair in short, loose waves and an incredibly bored expression on his face. the slow clap and its perpetrator were leaning against one of the trees near where the object of his derision had chosen to seat herself. he had watched her from a point just outside the great doors and had not moved, aside from simply observing her with his trademark smirk playing across his lips and running a hand through his sandy blonde hair. truth be told he had only taken a vague interest in her because her voice had roused him from a semi-conscious reverie, and he did quite enjoy watching first years be put into their place. he had been sorely disappointed, however; she had only barked at them, not nearly as harshly as they deserved, and sent them on their way. barely a slap on the wrist, when the least they needed was a slap around the face. he would have been more than happy to step in and lend a hand - or a fist - but there were two problems with that; one, that to do so would have required movement and he was utterly disinclined to do any such thing, and two, that he simply did not care enough and rather enjoyed watching her squirm under the mantle of leadership that she so clearly was not equipped to handle. pushing himself off the tree with the mere force of his calf muscles, he let out a little sigh which technically meant nothing and was just intended to imply his abject boredom and dissent with the entire circumstance surrounding him.

with a slight groan of disapproval, he noted the book in her hands and the look on her face, and hitched up the fabric of his pants slightly with two fingers before bending his knees and sort of squatting in front of her. placing a strong grip on the book, he pushed it down and towards him and out of her face, instead replacing the pale pages with his pale face and pale hair. he hummed for a few moments, attempting to place a name to the face. not that he could even muster up the caring enough to bother, but he thought he might as well adhere to pretenses and try. after all, he did make it his mantra to at least attempt to remember all of the girls he had slept with and try to be a gentleman. then the thought struck him; if it was so difficult to remember her name, did that mean... no, most assuredly not. it was unthinkable. he wouldn't even allow the thought a voice within his head. instead, he cleared his throat ceremoniously and spoke in a soft, smooth voice. "i daresay, if you treat the rest of the castle with such gentleness the first years will grow so complacent. and others with some sense of backbone will have to grind respect into them the hard way." he said it so nonchalantly, but there was more than a grain of truth in the words. he was not one to bandy about with lies and promises. he continued, feeling assured that he was imparting a great piece of wisdom that she definitely should follow. "if you're to train a hawk, you must do it quickly, while they are young. you must accustom them to orders, to masks, to obeying without question. treat them with any affection whatsoever - despite how cute they may seem in their youth - and they grow unruly. the wiser must educate the more ignorant, in the only way that gets through their skulls: violence."

i snagged this because jacoby needs le posts, also because the only non-whore slytherin vs. the ultimate whore slytherin is too much to pass up.