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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: d3d3d3; width: 370px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30;] wretched, look at me, i've lost it melting on the table, in parking lots and markets. Although she wasn’t supposed to be here, she didn’t give a rat’s ass. Instead of fretting about what was the right thing to do, she let herself go for once and so, she’d climbed up to the tower to enjoy the view. Her cheeks were slightly flushed from walking up in one go – she was hardly use to so much exercise – but that didn’t embarrass her, for no one could see her. Oh, if someone would walk in on her like that, she’d snarl and insult them until they left, certainly. She’d gotten used to being a bitch, that attitude was a part of her. Nina was far too vain to let anyone see her in a less than perfect state. Even before sitting down, she straightened some folds out of her jacket and wiped some dust, which had snowed down onto her from the tower’s ancient walls, off her tights. At least she looked presentable now. In the insane and unwanted case that anyone would come up and stalk her here, while all she wanted was some peace and quiet, at least they wouldn’t be able to insult her on her looks. That was the way she reasoned: she had to be careful at all times, everyone was out to insult and hurt her, everything was meant to harm her. The paranoia had crept into her system over time without her as much as noticing it, and now she had, it was too late to get rid of it. Her personality had been determined by her constant urge to defend herself against those imaginary foes. Eventually, she sat down on the cold ground and leaned against bricks, knowing very well which deep abyss lay behind her. The thought sent cold shivers down her spine and tummy, but as long as she couldn’t see the height, she could deal with it. It was an act of masochism to come here and confront her biggest fear – it was also one of the few places she thought she could be alone. The urge to leave everyone and enjoy perfect silence apparently was stronger than the urge to live safely. words should not be counted | tagged; open to anyone. let’s keep it short and quick? | clothes: here made by owlgirl of caution 2.0

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[omgcarson]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: 000000; border: #08546d dashed 1px; width: 400px; padding-right: 5px; padding-left: 5px; padding-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px;] fade into the blackness School was back, this only meant one thing to Carson Mathews. This was going to be his last year at Hogwarts before he graduated. Sure he wasn't afraid about getting older, if anything he couldn't wait to join his brothers in the real world. Sad yes, he wanted to in fact spend time with his brothers. They were close enough for it to make a difference in Carson's planning when it came to what he wanted to do with his life. Though he already knew that he was going to do something, what it was, was going to continue to be a mystery until he left Hogwarts. Today wasn't going to be any different than his other days. Carson was going to wander the school. Now this fact of his life didn't change as the years passed, even when his friends became prefects and sternly reminded him that his constant wandering was someday going to catch up to him. Though he agreed with them it was, but he had more tricks up his sleeve to keep him out of trouble. Now that he had finally completed his Animagus and become registered, it was hard for anyone to really find Carson, it made for a life of adventure. Something that he thrived on. Carson, wandered up the long spiraling stairs, his two feet taking a step at a time as he came to the landing. It was a bit surprise to see Nina there, sure they didn't quite get along, nor did she like him, but today he was certain to change that, how? That was a question Carson couldn't answer. Seeing her go to sit, Carson turned the corner, not as his largely lanky self, but as his soft and sweet serval, this was his 'fluffy paws' form as he liked to call it. Cautiously he wandered up to her with his big brown eyes staring up at her. Hope she liked cats. tagged : nina muse : brighten word count : 323

[vika1]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: d3d3d3; width: 370px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30;] wretched, look at me, i've lost it melting on the table, in parking lots and markets. In her self-chosen abandonment, Nina found herself zoning out, shutting out all sounds and smells around her. She’d read a couple of muggle books on meditation and although there had been ridiculous paragraphs in that – muggles claimed that everyone could levitate as long as they were focused enough, while she knew very well that you needed at least some magical talent for that – there had also been some truths. Clearing your mind had been one of those. She tried hard not to think of anything, to focus on the feeling of cold bricks against her back and equally cold tiles underneath her palms, and so she ended up closing her eyes. She only re-opened them when she felt eyes burning holes into her. Her eyebrows nearly joined in a frown and her lips parted to scold whoever had disturbed her peace, but when she looked up, she saw no one. Not a human being, at least. Looking down, she noticed the exotic little feline. It was something between a house cat and a cheetah, although relatively small in size, and with her limited biological knowledge, she instantly compared its size to her own patronus’: the bay cat. Such company was always welcome. She reached out for the critter, seeing if it would let her stroke its chin. ”Look at you, gorgeous,” indeed, she was used to talking to animals as if they’d understand her. No one could hear her now, right? ”Someone must have gone through a lot of trouble to find an exotic one like you, eh? Spoiled little kids aren’t satisfied with house cats anymore, no, they had to take you out of your natural habitat. I sympathise. Fuck it, I even empathise. Things are so shitty, kitty-cat, you have no idea.” It was oddly reassuring to speak to a living creature, without having to worry about being judged or forced or advised to do something. words should not be counted | tagged; open to carson. epic animagus is epic. | clothes: here made by owlgirl of caution 2.0

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[omgcarson]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: 000000; border: #08546d dashed 1px; width: 400px; padding-right: 5px; padding-left: 5px; padding-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px;] fade into the blackness Carson didn't know Nina all that well. Really he was lucky to even remember her name, only because he had the worst time when it came to names and well that and he rarely spoke to her. It wasn't quite because he was scared of her, Carson would never admit that he was terrified of a person, just slightly adamant of staying away from a person one of those people were in fact Nina, she never really struck up his fancy, mostly because she was everything that he wasn't. Even Carson knew better than to play with fire. He couldn't even be sure why he was here now. Why was he approaching a person that he never really even talked to. From what he could tell she didn't even look to be in that great of a mood. It was better that he was in his more loveable cat form or she wouldn't have even talked to him -- that is kindly. Carson was enough of a smart-ass that he generally did what he wanted anyways so really it didn't matter if she wanted him there or not he was there, enjoying himself. Sure he rarely walked up to anyone first as his animagus, mostly because it was hardly fair to startle people as the creature suddenly becomes a fully clothed person. This was a rare occation he was going to use it to find a soft spot of the ice queen, though she was hardly cold, just slightly rebel like, he only called her ice-queen because well it was a far better code-name than Nina. He looked up at her and mewed lightly before pouncing on the ground right out of her reach. Sitting, the human Carson sat in front of Nina. "I am so not gorgeous!" he retorted. His cover was officially blown. tagged : nina muse : brighten word count : i didn't count them xP notes : I didn't want to leave him as a kitty for long xD

[vika1]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: d3d3d3; width: 370px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30;] wretched, look at me, i've lost it melting on the table, in parking lots and markets. An animal was a very safe creature to talk to – they never judged or fussed or bothered her in any way. They did not betray either, like people tended to do. A cat would simply be itself, enjoy an occasional scratch under the chin and eat her home-baked fish cookies, without calling her names and forcing her to toughen up and freeze over; without seeing her as Antonin Dolohov’s daughter and therefore evil by default; without holding her responsible for deaths of people she never knew, but whose children she was confronted with every single day. That was the beauty of cats. Therefore, she was slightly disappointed when the critter jumped away. Oh well, you couldn’t tie those beasts down, they went wherever they pleased. When the cat suddenly turned into a male, a familiar male, Carson to be exact, she nearly shrieked. Her eyes opened wide, her mouth became a small ‘o’ between her odd shaped lips. Then, within a matter of seconds, she pulled herself back together and took off her pump. ”What the fuck did you think you’re doing?!” Upon being tossed, the shoe flew toward Carson, missing him because of her lack of aim and hitting the ground instead. As if by a miracle, the heel didn’t break as it bounced. She wiggled her naked toes, only covered by tights. That was cold, alright, but it had been worth the sacrifice. Attacking people was the best way to prove them that what they’d done, hadn’t appealed to you. ”No, you’re not gorgeous, well found, Sherlock!” She thought about that for a spare second, her excruciatingly honest nature beating her urge to insult him. ”Oh, fuck it. Fine. Even if you are, you’re still a fucktard. Sneaking up on people like a fuzzy kitty-cat is cruel. I could’ve… God… I could’ve spoken to you. Do you have any idea what kind of trouble you could’ve been in?!” words should not be counted | tagged; open to carson. epic animagus is epic. | clothes: here made by owlgirl of caution 2.0

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[omgcarson]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: 000000; border: #08546d dashed 1px; width: 400px; padding-right: 5px; padding-left: 5px; padding-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px;] fade into the blackness Carson should have expected the reaction that he had gotten from her when he had changed back to normal old human boy. Most people don’t really expect to see a cat, one of the most frequent animals seen at Hogwarts to up and turn into a human. Though yes Carson understood the confusion that peeked on Nina’s face, it was still amusing to see the reactions of people. It was one that Carson saw frequently when he would reveal himself to people. No matter, Nina would live to see another day and Carson could be amused by the surprise on her face. Of course this didn’t last long. She was quick to ask what he was doing, a question that Carson couldn’t quite answer because he couldn’t. Carson wasn’t too sure what he was doing, it was the price of him never knowing and always doing as he wanted. He looked at her and rolled his shoulders into a bird like shrug. ”I dunno. Wandering around, pouncing a few mice, purring like a train.”

[/color] he claimed amused with his cat antidotes. Carson blinked rapidly as the shoe missed his head, how did he miss her taking her shoe off? Way to be oblivious. He raised a questioning brow as she called him Sherlock. ”Well, Carson Serval is a handsome fellow and even he was insulted by you calling him gorgeous.”[/color] Carson stated as he leaned against the wall behind him, ignoring her shoe that had almost impaled him.

Scoffing he looked at her with a glare. ”I wasn’t sneaking. If I was sneaking I wouldn’t have even bothered to show up, I would have lurked in the shadows.”[/color] he gasped in a dramatic manner. ”God forbid you talk to someone about anything.”[/color] Carson retorted. ”Trouble? Really, I’m not terrified of being in trouble, especially not when the person is you. I get in trouble on a daily basis, at least with this I’m legal.”[/color]
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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: d3d3d3; width: 370px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30;] wretched, look at me, i've lost it melting on the table, in parking lots and markets. She hadn’t seen it coming and whenever she got caught by surprise, she wasn’t a happy camper. Surprises could make her slip up, show her actual personality rather than the carefully observed-and-mimicked bitchiness she’d gathered over the years. God forbid, he could’ve stuck around her long enough, she could’ve told him. Her annoying habit of talking to cats as if they could understand her, using them as silent psychiatrists, had almost cost her her reputation! She could’ve whined about her father or expressed her fears about her upcoming arranged marriage, or told the cat just how lonesome she was. ”Not. Funny.” she dryly commented. ”I didn’t mean to ask what you were doing in general, but what you are doing here, even after you saw that I was here. You should just turn around and leave.” she waved both hands at him, shooing him away like the stray cat he’d just appeared to be. Despite her annoyance, her curiosity won. Since when were people displeased to be called gorgeous? Had she missed something in her English class, wasn’t it a synonym for ‘pretty’? ”The fuck is wrong with being called gorgeous?” she tilted her head, which was something she did lots whenever she didn’t understand something. The Huffie was trying to glare at her. How adorable. In return, she lowered her brows until they nearly touched and tried her best to impale him with her glance alone. To her, it was a staring contest, and that was one thing she refused to lose in. ”I talk to people whenever I feel like it. I don’t like it, however, when people fake being harmless critters and then spook the crap out of me by turning out to be Huffie seniors. Oh, and to be honest? You should be terrified. You should be fucking petrified beyond movement. Don’t you know what I could do?” And so it turned out she was abusing her name again, just to scare people off. She hadn’t actually done anything with it, but maybe he wouldn’t know? words should not be counted | tagged; open to carson. epic animagus is epic. | clothes: here made by owlgirl of caution 2.0

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[omgcarson]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: 000000; border: #08546d dashed 1px; width: 400px; padding-right: 5px; padding-left: 5px; padding-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px;] fade into the blackness Originally when he had gotten his Animagus it had been something that he had accomplished. Now that he was starting to use it more often it was proving to be far more entertaining than what he originally thought. Even now he had taken a girl whom he thought to be the type that rarely got surprised and had done just that. So it was proving to be far more entertaining than he could even imagine. It seemed like the perfect time to rub it in Nina’s face that he had caught her off guard that he Carson had taken her by surprise. This is something that Carson would have done immediately because it was quite entertaining of a thought. Besides she was beyond irritated with him already and it wasn’t about to get any better at this point, especially if he chose to pester her something that Carson thrived on. ”Your right, it’s not funny at all, it’s hilarious.”

[/color] He listened to her claim that he should have left her when he saw her, instead of playing his trick on her. This was the generic thing to do, not the Carson way to do, you think that people would understand this about him by now that he didn’t do as he was supposed to but as he wanted to. ”Shoulda coulda didn’t.”[/color] Carson told her simply. ”Besides just because you think I should so something, like run away like a little girl at the sight of you, doesn’t mean I will.”[/color] he looked at her wondering what she meant by what was wrong with being called gorgeous. ”Gorgeous is a feminine term, I am a male so thus I would appreciate masculine terms, like handsome.”[/color] Carson explained though he believe that was a simple fact, not something that was easily forgotten.

”I’m not faking as a ‘critter’. My Animagus is me; it’s not my fault you didn’t know I was licensed. Even if you were frightened I highly doubt finding out it’s just ‘little ole Carson Mathews’ really terrifies you at all.”[/color] he paused chuckling. ”What you could do? That leaves a lot of guessing work. You could jump around like a baboon, or teach me how to sing. Oh that’s right, you’re a bad ass so you’d probably want to hex me.”[/color]
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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: d3d3d3; width: 370px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30;] wretched, look at me, i've lost it melting on the table, in parking lots and markets. He just refused to go away, didn’t he? Although a part of her respected him for being unafraid, which was a rare thing for a Hufflepuff housemate, the greatest part of her was annoyed. Why wasn’t he scared shitless? Had Alucard spoken to him about her, told him there was no need to be afraid because she really was a tickly, kitten-hugging, cake-baking girl? If that were the case, she’d kill him, Head Boy or not. Or maybe Carson had figured it out all by himself by observing her at odd times. Or maybe he was simply unafraid and suicidal. Either way, she decided to drop the scary act. Sighing, she conceded defeat. ”It’s not hilarious either, just shut up about it.” snapping still came naturally to her. She took a more or less comfortable position on the ground again, not minding to have to look up to him. Carson was far from intimidating, although his beater-frame was appealing and some scruffiness on his jawline betrayed him to be a male. The sheer thought that he wouldn’t want to hurt a fly, let alone her, calmed her down. ”You’d run if you were clever, but whatever. I’m not our mom, I won’t tell you what to do.” she shrugged her shoulders up and down, contradicting her previous statements and shouts. Her moods switched easily like that. So gorgeous was feminine, that was the problem. She made a mental note of it and went on, not going to thank him for pointing out the linguistic failure. Details such as that gave away that English wasn’t her first, or even her second language. ”Well, I won’t call you handsome.” What a rebel. ”Blah, blah, blah. Just… do whatever. I don’t even care.” she waved her hand at him again, dismissively this time, and stared up at the sky to watch the clouds pass. words should not be counted | tagged; open to carson. epic animagus is epic. | clothes: here made by owlgirl of caution 2.0

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[omgcarson]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: 000000; border: #08546d dashed 1px; width: 400px; padding-right: 5px; padding-left: 5px; padding-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px;] fade into the blackness He didn't know what was making him suddenly feel so, bold, he was rarely like this with anyone because well let’s face it Carson wasn't the brightest tool in the shed and he certainly wasn't someone that went against his better judgment because well he rarely had a great enough judgment to begin with. Whatever his reasons he was being a bold boy and he better be prepared to play with the fire that Nina could easily be portrayed as. Carson wasn’t going to worry about it too much, he could deal with her and even if he couldn’t Carson could easily flee the scene and then it would be all too better for him. ”I never learned the concept of shut up, show me how its done?”

[/color] he sneered. Yeah he pretty much just pushed his luck beyond what he could handle, it was likely she was about to eat his soul for breakfast, but Carson was in an interesting mood it was likely he wouldn’t even notice. That and he felt particularly interested in toying with the fates what better timing to do so with a particularly angry Hufflepuff girl. ”Thankfully your not my mother, I would probably drive you up the wall, me and all of my brothers, there are more like me.”[/color] Carson claimed, yes he came from a somewhat large family and it helped in most situations to have a sort of buddy system. ”So why are things shitty, if you can talk to a cat you can talk to a actual human being, especially me because I rarely talk to people about anything of remote gossiping interest. So you might as well have at it, I’m like a wall of information.”[/color] he told her, Carson didn’t particularly care why she believed that things were bad, he was just remotely interested and he felt compelled to help his fellow man or well woman in this case maybe Nina was all brash because she needed someone to be her friend, a good enough friend.
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[vika1]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: d3d3d3; width: 370px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30;] wretched, look at me, i've lost it melting on the table, in parking lots and markets. He did have quite a big mouth for a Hufflepuff. It almost made her respect him. To be honest, she was used to having little badgers run away screaming whenever she looked at them. No, she wasn’t over-doing it. She’d actually made a first year cry by glaring at her. It was the kid’s fault, he’d asked her for direction when she’d been in a broody mood, curled up on one of the common room sofas. Of course Nina felt bad about herself when she did that, but by dismissing it as the mistake of everyone but her, she manage to live with herself. Carson was quite witty with the shutting-up comment, she rewarded the sharpness of it with a short smirk. As brilliant as she was at lying, she preferred to be honest about trivial things. ”Touché.” The sheer thought of being the mother of that boy, as well as many others just like him, was enough to drive her up the wall. Literarily. Without noticing it, she was leaning closer against the wall that separated the terrace from the deep, starry emptiness underneath it. ”Gross. Thank goodness I’m not.” Her matter of speech had gotten a life of its own and by now, she was imagining coming home, having to feed multiple screaming mouths and getting worn out. It nearly nauseated her. Frowning, she looked at him. Fuck him. Seriously, just fuck him! Did he really think she’d open up to his friendliness and spill her heart? It was a kind gesture, very hufflepuff-like, but she refused to let that get to her. ”It’s none of your business.” she rather coolly replied. What was it with her housemates and the profound belief that as long as they were kind to her, she’d open up? She needed much, much more than shallow interest in order to be able to throw aside her closed-off nature and be a friend. ”I’d rather talk to a cat, thanks.” words should not be counted | tagged; open to carson. epic animagus is epic. | clothes: here made by owlgirl of caution 2.0

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[omgcarson]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: 000000; border: #08546d dashed 1px; width: 400px; padding-right: 5px; padding-left: 5px; padding-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px;] fade into the blackness He was particularly impressed that Nina hadn’t levitated him off the tower yet with how snarky his comments had been. If he had been her, he would have done it the moment a cat turned into a human. That was just him. Sure he knew what Nina wasn’t particularly the most cuddly of the badger students, if she even was capable of hugging was beyond Carson, but today he was going to give her a chance that maybe they could be friends. Why? Because Carson needed acceptance from everyone and if he had to leave Hogwarts he might as well make a person whom he had never considered a friend, a friend to send the year off with a bang. Carson was particularly relieved to know that she thought his comment was witty. Thank goodness he was intelligent enough to be witty. That had to be enough of a reason for Nina not to completely hate him, though he wasn’t even sure if she hated him per say, just disliked or they didn’t get along, which supposed didn’t matter they were just house-mates not year mates and they didn’t have Quidditch together, so they didn’t have to interact like he did with some of their other housemates. ”Good, myself and my brother’s appreciate that, we particularly enjoy our mother.”

[/color] he told her with a nod of his head. Just as he would have expected, she didn’t want to talk to him about whatever was her problems. Go figure. If it was her it was other’s, just because he couldn’t keep a secret. Though Carson doubted that she knew that bit about him, that Carson was one of the biggest gossipists in the school despite being a male of the straight orientation. ”I was just trying to help, you don’t have to take it like I’m trying to pry.”[/color] which he had been, but did she really need to know that? Probably. When she stated that she rather talk to a cat he grinned. ”Meow.”[/color] Carson replied with his best human attempt at being a cat.
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[vika1]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: d3d3d3; width: 370px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30;] wretched, look at me, i've lost it melting on the table, in parking lots and markets. Nina didn’t hate humanity, per se. There were very few people she disliked enough to use the word ‘hate’, actually, since she’d taught herself that anyone who would be willing to accept her flawed being would be good enough to befriend. Words were weapons and she only used them to stab and wound, not kill. Still, she found herself having an atrocious attitude toward everyone who got near. Not because she wanted to, but because it was in her nature. Grumpiness was as normal to her as breathing out and feeling a heartbeat in her weighty chest. ”I’m sure you do.” Everyone liked their mother – except for Nina. She was the little monster that was so ungrateful. The woman had raised her without a father, since Antonin had been killed at the end of the second Wizarding war, she’d gone through a lot of trouble just to make a living for the two of them, she’d struggled to keep the fortune despite the previously important Order. And still, Nina had extremely mixed feelings about that closed-off, racist, purist household she’d been brought up in. she wanted to change the subject desperately, so when she found an opening, she jumped on it. ”Yeah, yeah, whatever. When did you learn that anyway? Being an animagus, I mean?” Genuine interest had never failed to distract anyone, right? words should not be counted | tagged; open to carson. epic animagus is epic. | clothes: here made by owlgirl of caution 2.0

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[omgcarson]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: 000000; border: #08546d dashed 1px; width: 400px; padding-right: 5px; padding-left: 5px; padding-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px;] fade into the blackness Sometimes he had to wonder how he had gotten himself into these types of situations. He just had to wander up to her despite knowing it wouldn’t be one of the best encounters. Oh well he had to get used to dealing with people he didn’t like while he was on his way to the Ministry when school was complete. Nina was just going to be his testing buddy unannounced to her. Besides it wasn’t like she had to know that he was using her to test himself on how much he could handle before he reared his ugly head of anger. He was particularly enthused that his mother wasn’t anything like Nina; she was a coddling middle aged woman who looked out for her many children, never with an iron fist but with reason and common sense, something that most parents lacked when they were teaching their children. Carson wasn’t even sure what they would talk about especially now that she wasn’t going to talk to him about what was plaguing her. Go figure. Women were such a complex breed. He was considering just getting up and leaving when she asked him when he had established being a animagus. That was a do-able conversation. ”Over the summer, I had been studying and attempting to complete the forum since my sixth year, completed it a little bit before summer started, then got my license in June.”

[/color] he told her. He was particularly proud of his ability, few could master an animagus a goal that Carson was working to do, achieve what other’s couldn’t.[/justify][/size]
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[vika1]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: d3d3d3; width: 370px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30;] wretched, look at me, i've lost it melting on the table, in parking lots and markets. Why was she bothering? It was beyond her. Still, rather than snapping at him further and driving him off, like she did with ninety-nine point ninety-nine percent of the student population, she bothered to have an actual conversation. Maybe it was a reward for him sticking around so long, who knew. If there was something Nina could respect, then it was persistence. Maybe it was genuine interest – she had liked his appearance as a cat and although she was much too lazy to train for a special skill herself, she could approve of the fact that he had bothered to become a cat. And quite a good-looking, adorable little feline, at that. ”Wait, so you learnt it all in one summer? Damn, I thought we Huffies were supposed to be unintelligent and untalented.” she teased, grinning from ear to ear. Her moods changed from lethal to friendly in about three seconds, yes they did. As much as she looked down at her own house, this wasn’t meant seriously. She was beyond provoking him. Right now, she was in the mood to try and lighten things up. words should not be counted | tagged; open to carson. epic animagus is epic. | clothes: here made by owlgirl of caution 2.0

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