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There were a lot of words someone could use to describe Chada. Overbearing, melodramatic, and ambitious were just a few, but at this point she might as well add stalker to that. It was humiliating and ridiculously embarrassing what she was doing right now, she hoped to all that was holy that her ancestors weren't watching her right then. Hiding behind a pillar like some vermin, like a creep! The cool autumn air was already biting at her skin, causing her to clutch her robes closer to her body in an attempt to keep some of her body warmth, but it was honestly useless. A simple breeze flowing past had her shivering once more, causing a sneeze to rip from her. It was quiet enough, but loud enough to be heard just enough. It made Chada freeze for a moment at the possibility of being caught, but after a quick glance around the pillar, it appeared as if her target hadn't heard her. An annoyed sigh of relief left her lips shortly after, and very briefly after did the girl wonder what in the world was she doing. First month here and she was already throwing herself headfirst into uncomfortable situations. Granted, she had to do things like this to achieve her goals, she understood that, she really did. Her pride just wavered at the thought of this being for nothing. Chada just couldn't help but feel a little ridiculous at this particular step, the...following. The courage gathering that was required to approach an upperclassman, despite how strong her own pride was. And it wasn't like this guy was just anybody, he was the son of the prestigious Montgomery family, a highly valued pureblood clan that had their own immense power. Admittedly, this was a situation similar to throwing yourself to the wolves immediately off the bat, but Chada wouldn't be her if she wasn't the type to strut into the mouth of the snake with her head held high. The other kids seemed to avoid him anyway, maybe this was actually an easy case to butter up and get into a powerful pureblood's good graces. It was too good to be true, but if the opportunity presented itself this easily, then why wouldn't she try first? Only cowards ran away. Invigorated by her own pep talk in her head, Chada stuck her chin into the air and strutted out from behind the pillar, the lake nearby swooshing loudly as she called out to the tall boy. "Hey!" She tried to slide down the hill as gracefully as she could, but if she ended up slipping a little, she didn't let it show on her face. Once the girl managed to make it to a more stable ground, she picked up a rock from the ground nearby and threw it near Harlan's feet, as if her yelling wasn't enough to command attention. One way or another, Chada Sangthong was going to get the respect she demanded, as long as no one knew she stalked the boy across Hogwart's first and foremost. That will go to her grave. |
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It's why he took to the Great Lake with a handful of conjured rocks that he was practicing to skip against the water's smooth surface. He wasn't insanely strong but he knew how to use the muscle that he put on since returning back to Hogwarts and focusing on his body to help him be a better wizard. He'd be fifteen soon and it was time to take what he wanted to do far more seriously. His goals for this year were distinctly laid out in front of him as the following: get onto the Gryffindor Quidditch Team, learn more information about possession curses, strengthen his bonds with other notable students within Hogwarts, and experience his first kiss. That was doable, right? He was a good looking wizard? Sure, he was a little gangly but he took care of himself. Harlan took a moment to look at himself within the reflection of the lake, he thought he looked alright. It didn't help that it wasn't enough at times, there was so much more to attraction than just physicality and the truth still remained β the Montgomery's were only pureblood in ancestry, but they didn't hold the same weight as some of the other notable families. They've clawed for what little they have and their father made decent money, but it wasn't exorbitant like some of the other's accumulation of wealth. Harlan was thankful he could do enough to receive his Silver Arrow by going over and beyond at home, but it still was something he pushed himself hard for. Minding his own business, Harlan hadn't thought that there was a stalker in his midst, certainly not someone looking to him as he looked at some of the upper classmen at Hogwarts. He was a fourth year now, and in theory and with illusion, Harlan could seem worth pestering. Well, worth it to anyone but Harlan who obsessed over how much further he had to climb. Harlan continued his rhythmic throwing of stones against the lake's surface before he abruptly turned for a moment to look behind him at the sound of sliding earth. That's when he spotted a tall looking underclassmen skidding her way to where he was while shouting at his direction. " Hey! " Was she talking to him? Harlan could only assume not. That's when the rock came flying at his feet and that's when he was certain it was his attention she was seeking. " Uhh, hey? " Eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he kept the rocks loosely held in his hand as he scanned around the witch for anything that might've showcased an emergency or an explanation on what she was doing. " You alright? " |
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CHADA SANGTHONG! π
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Any normal person would have felt embarrassment down to the tips of their toes at the underwhelming reaction, but Chada was very far from normal. A scowl was clearly at home on her face as she stood up straighter before the older boy, flicking a handful of curls away from her face as she thought over her next words carefully. She needed this guy to be her friend, and he was a pureblood just like her. Regardless of ages, in her eyes they were equals. That meant something in the young Sangthong's mind, and with that thought she attempted to smooth the lines on her face to look less...angry. "You...you're the Montgomery kid, right? Your family pretty well known, so you must be a well treasured prodigal son." It wasn't a question, it was a statement. In Chada's mind, it wouldn't make sense for high ranking pureblood families to not mass invest into their children, unlike her own who were too "free". To be able to take advantage of the resources your family was able to acquire for you to its fullest, the Montgomery's truly had to be living the best life. The taste of jealousy pebbled on the tip of her tongue, but the young girl bit it before it had the time to fester. Soon. "People like you are good to know, add me to the mix and it's even better." If there was no one else to toot her horn, Chada was not against gassing herself up to other people. Besides, who else would know her best sides as well as she? A smile slid onto her lips like a snake, slithering and unnerving. It didn't reach her eyes at all, her gaze was actually worse. It was as if she wasn't looking at Harlon anymore, but instead lost in thought, imagining the influence she'd gain just from being "friends" with the teenager. "We'd be so good together, right? Your family would benefit from knowing a Sangthong, I could even immortalize you in my journal, so the future would remember your family for this graciousness. Smile, this is a once in a lifetime opportunity." Not once did she contemplate how he would feel about it, as if she wasn't going to take no for an answer. |
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