Closed A Serpent's Intrusion. PV Prat Pass

LOCATION | Great Lake, Hogwarts DATE | 20th October 2024 INTERACTING | @Prat Pass @Sarai Toussaint-Fleischer

769 | WORD COUNT x | OUTFIT who's gonna save u now? | SONG

Once more, Meiyu questioned the feeble minds of teenage girls in the slim, likelihood, that they had the misfortune of crushing on the poor excuse of a pathetic man-child by the name of Prat Pass. His erratic behaviour would only conclude to her assuming the worst, his infatuation in her; despite his eyes widening at her assumption. Unfortunately for him, the boy was clearly not a looker in her eyes, not compared to the other snake whom her infatuation lied with. Quite a stark comparison.

Deliriousness that followed suit, had rather a knack for Meiyu's childish amusement, eye gaze gawking at how his demeanour had shifted at a mere analogy. Evidently supporting her claim. Meiyu pondered whether or not she had made it clear to him that she was not interested in such a foul creature, ignoring his string of words; which began to feel like an ear-sore. A new addition to the list of adjectives Meiyu mentally noted when referencing the creature that was Prat Pass; annoying, horrible voice, hideous, and outright ugly. Begrudgingly enjoying the interaction significantly more by this point, her lips curving into a small devious smile once he begun to bid a farewell, finally, ending his terroristic reign on her solitude.

Prat evidently, could not control that foul mouth of his; worsening his case once more. How dare he insinuate that her beloved snake was a poor and desperate. Meiyu finding offence with the reference to the male who had the misfortune of becoming her target of the season, who, was rather lucky it was her, compared to some of the other girls who roamed the castle in evident need of a makeover. Rage blurred the ounce of amusement she once had in the matter; lunging towards him once he had turned his back, assaulting him once more.

"You fight like a pathetic little bitch-boy." She spat, not entirely fond with her weak profanity selection. Engulfed with burning rage, laced warmly with piercing adrenaline, she slapped him; like the insolent bastard he was. Meiyu's eyes narrowing as she glared at him with utmost distaste, his entire presence leaving a bitter and unwelcome taste. What she had not expected, was for him to slap her back, the sound of his palm connecting with her cheek infuriating her once more.

Yep, Prat was a bitch and he fought like one too.

Though, the shock of him actually laying his hands on her had surprised her; never once being touched by a male in such a disgraceful manner. Providing enough evidence to support the bitch-boy claims she had made. Without hesitation, she lunged once more, ready to attack the bastard; eager to do any means necessary to inflict some form of pain, even if it forced her to pounce the boy like a hungry lion feeding on prey. Embarrassment briefly creeping in once the cold water from the lake pierced through her clothing, finally dawning on her what hell she was doing; immediately scrambling away from the hideous creature as their battle came to a halt.

Sarai's arrival could have not been more perfect, Meiyu rushing to her embrace and gently turning her had; enabling inspection of her battle scars. Immediately putting on a show, she sniffed in a fraudulent portrayal as the victim; albeit, she actually had been in the entire encounter. Having two younger brothers had it's perks, one being the ability to put on the waterworks and play the victim; given Meiyu's methods of torment had not gone her way. Softening her gaze as she looked up to Professor Toussaint-Fleischer, her eyes watered and lips quivered, a wonderful and well-refined skill Meiyu developed over the years; perfect to use when the situation called for it, despite not feeling an ounce of remorse for what she had engaged herself in.

"I don't know what happened," she began, taking extra measures to stutter on her words to strengthen her case against the freakishly hideous boy. "I was minding my business when he came Professor, I promise you. I asked him, kindly of course, to leave me alone, then he just... attacked me." Meiyu sobbed, inching closer to Sarai, lowering her head just enough from her gaze, her lips curving into a light smirk at how perfect the outcome would be.

Who would believe that an innocent little girl attacked an upperclassman?

If this was the was what she had to do to paint her portrait in a better light, so be it. Even if the consequence was the small pang in her heart that followed, subjecting her beloved Professor Sarai to a fraudulent version of herself.

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•Lovely Creature in Effect•

@Meiyu Xiang|@Sarai Toussaint-Fleischer

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AEIOUSA𝖕rat's heart nearly jumped out his throat as Professor Toussaint-Fleischer appeared, her stern presence looming over the chaotic mess created by him and Meiyu that she had just encountered. Prat quickly created separation and saw Meiyu run towards Sarai's side.It was clear Meiyu had the gift of gab, and he had to act fast, if he didn't , she would surely weave a tapestry of deceit to pin the blames of her wrongdoings on him. Trying to compose his racing thoughts, he readied himself to present his side of the story before this situation spun completely out of his control. The world around him seemed to grow quieter, as if time itself had slowed down in order to allow him this one brief moment of clarity. His eyes darted towards Meiyu, whose nose was already looking like a clown from the impact of his fist, or was that just her usual nose? He felt a slight sliver of guilt, but it was quickly overridden by the fear of the consequences that would follow if Sarai sided with that ugly hag. The weight of his decision to act hastily settled heavily on his shoulders, and he braced himself for the storm of accusations he knew were about to come his way. For now he needed to come out as the saner voice between the two of them, the voice that would save him from the wrath of the woman who held his academic future in her hands.

Prat's mind filled with a whirlpool of unfiltered thoughts as he saw Meiyu lying like a common two bit criminal, her pseudo pained expression doing little to dull the slight bits of rage within him. She was such a lying, conniving bitch, he would fume internally if he could care about her existence. He was aware how voicing such raw emotion would only serve to damage his already precarious position with Sarai. Deciding to instead bite his tongue, he waited for the opportune moment to defend himself. Prat's thoughts remained unspoken, but the intensity of his internal monologue was quite heavy on him. He mentally rehearsed his defense, careful to omit the colorful language that danced on the edge of his thoughts. The reality was, he had to convince Sarai of his innocence, no matter how much Meiyu's deceitful witchy low life nature grated on him. The future he had worked so hard to build was on the line, and he would not let it be destroyed by her manipulative tactics.

Meiyu was a two-faced, deceitful witch, a creature of the lowest of sewers who only knew of manipulation and spitefulness. Her visage, even marred by his fist, was as unsympathetic as the jagged edge of a shattered crystal, reflecting nothing but malice in every glance. A hagslug, with its grotesque features, would still find her countenance repulsive, a twisted canvas painted with the hues of deceit.

Prat's thoughts coalesced into a well-crafted narrative. "It's not what it looks like professor," he began, his voice steady despite the tumult within. "I was just walking around yknow, trying to clear my head, when she... Meiyu," he spat out her name with a mix of anger and contempt, "she came out of nowhere and started attacking me. I swear, I didn't do anything to her!" The words flowed effortlessly, a river of half-truths and embellishments, almost too impressing. He pointed to the faint bruises on his arm and the much clearer one on his face, a result of their earlier scuffle, which Meiyu started. "Look," he urged, rolling up his sleeve to reveal the nail marks. "She's the one who's been harassing me, not the other way around. And she's got a nasty temper and is unstable, as you can see."

He had been the victim here, a innocent bystander to her malicious intent. He took a dramatic pause, allowing his heart to hammer a beat louder in his chest, then continued, "I tried to defend myself, but she ambushed me when i tried to leave without escalating." His voice grew quieter, carrying a hint of vulnerability. "I didn't even intend to hit her," he lied or spoke true word, even he was unsure, his eyes wide and pleading. "But she left me no choice." He knew she was playing the part, attempting to lie her way out of this, but he had to come out on top in this game of lies. He had to make Sarai see him as the wronged party. "Please, Professor," he pleaded, "you know I'm not one to start trouble. She's instigated it and my actions were in self defense. I couldn't take it anymore."

Prat was hoping that his own lovely outward appearance, the angelic beauty that had often earned him the favor of those around him, would play a role in helping him seize this tense confrontation. In the back of his mind, he knew it was a shallow strategy, relying on the so-called "halo effect" where people tended to take the side of those they found to more beautiful or lovely. That too on an adult, But in this moment of desperation, he was willing to use every tool at his disposal, it was certainly fair to do so. He straightened his posture and tried to maintain an expression of innocence, despite the tumult of guilt and anger roiling within him.

LOCATION | Great Lake, Hogwarts DATE | 20th October 2024 INTERACTING | @Prat Pass @Sarai Toussaint-Fleischer

722 | WORD COUNT x | OUTFIT who's gonna save u now? | SONG

Feeling the embrace of a warm leather jacket, Meiyu wrapped the fabric around her wet clothes, basking in the warmth it brought contrary to the cold water which seeped through to touch her skin, the sensation bringing her to a few shivers. Macbeth's reincarnation began another monologue, depicting his deceitful version of events, Meiyu's eyes rolling immediately with his proclamation that she attacked him first, a blatant lie that he would reap he consequences for at another time. Had Sarai not graced them with her presence, she would take matters into her own hands and drown him then and there, the adrenaline from earlier seeping through her veins once more as her mind portrayed a delightful image of him drowning at her mercy. Regardless of the lies he spewed, the situation was not in his favour, in her mind anyway. What would possess a man child to attack an innocent lovely girl, who was minding her own business, dwelling on the events that transcribed at the Gala, was uncomprehensible. The words Meiyu uttered were true, excluding the attacks she made to the egotistical bastard who felt the need to intrude as though he was a Greek God.

Despite his proclaims of innocence, the longer she glared at the unfortunate boy, the anger bubbled once more, unable to maintain the desire to attack once more. But, she could not falter, the image she desperate needed to portray as the true victim was vital in this situation. Meiyu's thoughts fixated on methods of potential abuse the second he would be in her vicinity once more, worser forms of attack than what had occurred earlier, ones sure enough to leave him as the true victim he desperately desired to be. There was no point in Meiyu dwelling on the if's and but's of the professors presence, it was finally over, justice would be served to the newfound resident troll of Slytherin. Her heart almost aching at the thought of her beloved being subjected to such disgusting presence, despite the likelihood of that happening in the Dungeons being significantly higher, given that majority of the trolls in the castle resided there. Although, it was worse given Prat's presence, having a bitch like him in ones house was far more embarrassing and pathetic than the creatures who pranced around Slytherin house.

Meiyu did all she could to hold back a string of laughter once he rolled up his sleeve, displaying his few battle wounds, how was this the future of men if he could not handle himself in a physical altercation, one of which, only leaving him with what Meiyu internally declared as rightful reminders not to mess with her.

"And she's got a nasty temper and is unstable, as you can see."

Unstable? Perhaps the most ironic thing to leave his lips, the comment forcing Meiyu to bury her face in Professor Sarai's leather coat, mostly to prevent the laughter that was on the verge of slipping her upturned curved lips. It only became more difficult to contain as he began to plead like the pathetic little bitch he was, her shoulders only moving up and down as she continued to stifle the laughter, yet, Meiyu was quick to conceal the motion with the sounds of sobs she faked once more. The only guilt she truly felt was for lying to such a graceful and kind professor, one whom did not deserve to part-take in this nonsense.

Once Sarai nudged Meiyu, her gaze which shifted the professor eased, the monkey generated image of Prat doing backflips at her command at the reassurance that she had won. One point to Meiyu. Nodding lightly at the soft spoken words urging her to depart, unable to rely on words as she maintained a stoic yet somewhat doe expression as she looked up with adoration in her eyes, eagerly listening to her words.

Wasting no more time, Meiyu turned to walk towards the castle, the fortresses highlighting the Highland landscape more beautifully with her first fight win by her side, one of many. Once she walked further enough, her stoic expression faltered, replaced with a grin as she began to skip happily back to the castle. Her thoughts fixated on future attacks, physical and with magic, targeting the newfound victim she had discovered.

A victim who fought back, how entertaining.

ACTION: Meiyu leaves the Great Lake and skips happily back to the castle.