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Skylar walks into the Charms classroom, excitement buzzing through the air. She moves through the crowd of students to go to her usual seat, when she stops short.
Oh.
There was someone else. In her seat.
Skylar narrows her eyes at the figure. She has brown, straight hair and her green robes indicate she is a Slytherin. Skylar shrugs, she is probably a new student. It does not matter much anyway. Skylar just really likes her routine and plans, so it just threw her off a little.
Skylar walks up to the girl and slides into the seat next to her, because the next best thing from her seat is the seat next to it. She offers the girl a smile but she does not return it. Okay. Maybe she did not notice or something.
Skylar is about to speak to the girl when the professor calls for everyone's attention. Oh well, she can do it later.
They were learning about the Dancing Feet Spell, which Skylar was already familiar with from previous lessons. That is why when the professor asks a question, Skylar automatically raises her hand and answers.
“The Dancing Feet Spell is a spell that makes the object seem like it is dancing. However, it is just the muscles in the legs spasming uncontrollably and -” she pauses as she hears a scoff beside her. “Um - it - it works on anything that has legs.” Skylar stammers out at the end. The professor continues on with the lesson as Skylar's face slowly burns with embarrassment. She glares at the girl next to her, who was suddenly intently listening to the lesson. What the bloody hell was that? What was that scoff supposed to mean? Skylar huffs a bit and focuses on the lesson. Slytherins, she thought to herself.
As the lesson continues, the professor asks another question. Skylar raises her hand to answer only to see the girl next to her roll her eyes again. What is her problem? Skylar ignores her and answers the professor, only to hear the girl next to her let out a very deliberate sigh. For Merlin's sake, Skylar groans internally, did that girl fall off the bed this morning?
She turns to the girl and pokes her in the arm.
“Hey, what's your deal? Because it would be a lot less annoying if you can stop scoffing at me like I personally offended you. It's getting on my nerves.”
@Tes Cadell
WC: 404
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I walked into Charms class, eying the best, isolated seat away from the buzzing crowd.
I noticed the perfect one next to the window, offering a beautiful view on the castle's ground and on the class.
I sat down and waited for the other... humans to do the same.
As I got hold of my books and quills, I noticed a heavy presence next to me. Someone was sitting right there.
Her crimson red robes alerted me that a Gryffondor girl, sat next to me.
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Tessie didn't look up immediately, letting the silence exist. Her fingers rest lightly on the desk, still and composed with a hint of an already exasperance at the stranger.
Eventually, she lifts her eyes slightly, her head resting still against her arm. She does not stare, she observes. Carefully without any words escaping her mouth.
A smile is offered to her but she does not return it. Not out of shyness but deep disinterest, she knew this girl had nothing to offer her.
During her few weeks at Hogwarts, Tessie learnt that smiles are invitations, open doors to one's mind: a weakness, an easy way to vulnerability nodoubts
She returns her attention to the front of the classroom before the moment can become anything more revolting.
The professor begins speaking, introducing the Dancing Feet Spell.
Tes already knows it, such a useless spells to teach first years. She wanted to learn something concrete, something powerful, not a "Dancing feet Spell".
Still, she listens, maybe an interesting variation will come across.
A sudden question was raised and beside her, Skylar raises her hand eagerly.
Tes does not turn her head, but she listens.
“The Dancing Feet Spell is a spell that makes the object seem like it is dancing. However, it is just the muscles in the legs spasming uncontrollably and-”
Tes let out a small scoff
It escapes before she stops it, imprecision and inaccuracy irritates her.
She does not look at Skylar afterward. Does not acknowledge it. Her gaze remains forward, expression neutral, as if nothing happened at all.
“Um - it - it works on anything that has legs.”
Interesting... Tessie thoughts she looked down on the table hiding the smirk she has ben holding for too long.
The lesson continues.
Skylar raises her hand again, and again, and again.
Tes closes her eyes briefly rolling her head back. This new girl was so predictable
She rolls her eyes, just enough to release the frustration building beneath her emotionless appearance
Another answer. Another pitiful attempt.
Tes lets out a slow sigh now clearly irritated by her lack of academic precision.
She knew the basics, Tessie acknowledged that, but she didn't know the depth, showing off what a five years old troll could've came up with, is honestly not impressive, there was nothing to be proud about.
Then she felt a poke against her arm.
Tes stills, her jaw clenching. The audacity of this girl.
She turns her head slowly to face her.
Her expression is calm. Empty. Composed beyond what most students her age could manage.
“You’re distracting yourself.” she said sharply"You especially, should listen."
“Hey, what's your deal? Because it would be a lot less annoying if you can stop scoffing at me like I personally offended you. It's getting on my nerves.”
“If you’re going to answer, you should focus on answering correctly.” she said facing forward,“Not quickly.”
She turns her body back to the front before anything more can be said. The conversation, in her mind, is already over.
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“If you’re going to answer, you should focus on answering correctly. Not quickly.”
Skylar feels as if she was verbally slapped in the face. She was quite literally using the definition given to them. How else was she supposed to answer? She can go in depth and blabber all on what she knows but that is not what the professor expects. That is not what other students expect. They want a simple definition, one that is easy to digest into their minds and get a move on. However, she still gives the Slytherin a smile and nod, not letting her real emotions show and breaking her happy facade.
But inside, Skylar was seething. She could not remember the last time she felt this mad. Every day, every time, she is always seen as happy, joyful, and optimistic. But this girl… she was one of those people.
Ones that think they are above and different from all else, ones that only talk to those they can benefit from, ones that believe that they are, and always will be, right. Arrogant, prideful, and vain. Why? Who knows. Usually, Skylar would try and make an effort to understand them. Unfortunately, her mind is currently not too happy with the said person.
But, if Skylar was good at anything, it was analyzing. Her other house was Ravenclaw, afterall. She remembers everything. Every detail. So, despite seemingly being interested in the lesson, Skylar recalls every single memory she has. She also discreetly glances at the Slytherin from time to time. Not at her face, no, that is too obvious. Skylar scans her papers, her bag, and the way she holds herself.
Tes Cadell is her name. A new student in the class, it seems, as she does not even have half the homework she should be doing. The way she holds herself indicates she is a pure-blood. Strict, composed, but detached. Skylar hears whispers in the halls of Tes’s “feared” reputation, which she cannot help but internally laugh at. She knows much about the Cadell family as well, given that Skylar’s dad also works for the Ministry. The Cadells are all pure-bloods, much to her knowledge, and they are also all very stoic and rigid.
Wait a minute.
Tes’s father works for the Ministry. That means that she must have visited the Ministry at least once, which also means that Skylar could have met her before. The gears in Skylar’s head are turning into overdrive. She maintains a pleasant expression as the professor continues, but her mind is putting together the puzzle pieces.
She remembers.
A little girl who dresses so formally for someone her age. A little girl who seems disinterested in everything around her. A little girl who carries that god-forsaken black snake around everywhere.
Finally, class is finished. “Well, that was quite a lesson, was it not?” Skylar chirps, a wide smile plasters her face. Tes looks at her with mild annoyance and proceeds to pack her things. Hm. Oh well, she tried. Almost as if a switch was flipped, the smile completely disappears from Skylar’s face. Her demeanor changes into something more calculating and cold. People like Tes do not deserve her kindness, so why should she try?
“Now, Tessie, that’s not quite polite. You would think someone with all your bravado and education would have more manners, but it seems you like to be special, don’t you?
You may see me as an airhead, Tes Cadell, but I can assure you I am far from it. You believe my answers to be simple, but why should I waste my breath and share my knowledge? Nobody cares that much in a First Year Charms lesson, Tes. You and I can go on and on about complex spells, but what does that do?
So, perhaps you can take your arrogance and pride somewhere else, Tessie. You may be a parselmouth with pure-blood lineage, but you are a nobody until you actually do something worthwhile. All of us are nobodies. You are not special.”
With that, Skylar plasters on another smile, as if nothing ever happened. “Say hello to Medusa for me, will you? I haven’t seen your black snake around at all.” She gives a sarcastic little wave and turns away from Tes. But if Skylar is being honest, she knew nothing about Tes. She only knew about her nickname and Medusa, her snake, through word of mouth and rumors. She might not even be right. But, one thing about Skylar, is that she can be a damn good liar.
WC: 760 (Sorry I like lwky yapped a lot on this one)
“If you’re going to answer, you should focus on answering correctly. Not quickly.”
Skylar feels as if she was verbally slapped in the face. She was quite literally using the definition given to them. How else was she supposed to answer? She can go in depth and blabber all on what she knows but that is not what the professor expects. That is not what other students expect. They want a simple definition, one that is easy to digest into their minds and get a move on. However, she still gives the Slytherin a smile and nod, not letting her real emotions show and breaking her happy facade.
But inside, Skylar was seething. She could not remember the last time she felt this mad. Every day, every time, she is always seen as happy, joyful, and optimistic. But this girl… she was one of those people.
Ones that think they are above and different from all else, ones that only talk to those they can benefit from, ones that believe that they are, and always will be, right. Arrogant, prideful, and vain. Why? Who knows. Usually, Skylar would try and make an effort to understand them. Unfortunately, her mind is currently not too happy with the said person.
But, if Skylar was good at anything, it was analyzing. Her other house was Ravenclaw, afterall. She remembers everything. Every detail. So, despite seemingly being interested in the lesson, Skylar recalls every single memory she has. She also discreetly glances at the Slytherin from time to time. Not at her face, no, that is too obvious. Skylar scans her papers, her bag, and the way she holds herself.
Tes Cadell is her name. A new student in the class, it seems, as she does not even have half the homework she should be doing. The way she holds herself indicates she is a pure-blood. Strict, composed, but detached. Skylar hears whispers in the halls of Tes’s “feared” reputation, which she cannot help but internally laugh at. She knows much about the Cadell family as well, given that Skylar’s dad also works for the Ministry. The Cadells are all pure-bloods, much to her knowledge, and they are also all very stoic and rigid.
Wait a minute.
Tes’s father works for the Ministry. That means that she must have visited the Ministry at least once, which also means that Skylar could have met her before. The gears in Skylar’s head are turning into overdrive. She maintains a pleasant expression as the professor continues, but her mind is putting together the puzzle pieces.
She remembers.
A little girl who dresses so formally for someone her age. A little girl who seems disinterested in everything around her. A little girl who carries that god-forsaken black snake around everywhere.
Finally, class is finished. “Well, that was quite a lesson, was it not?” Skylar chirps, a wide smile plasters her face. Tes looks at her with mild annoyance and proceeds to pack her things. Hm. Oh well, she tried. Almost as if a switch was flipped, the smile completely disappears from Skylar’s face. Her demeanor changes into something more calculating and cold. People like Tes do not deserve her kindness, so why should she try?
“Now, Tessie, that’s not quite polite. You would think someone with all your bravado and education would have more manners, but it seems you like to be special, don’t you?
You may see me as an airhead, Tes Cadell, but I can assure you I am far from it. You believe my answers to be simple, but why should I waste my breath and share my knowledge? Nobody cares that much in a First Year Charms lesson, Tes. You and I can go on and on about complex spells, but what does that do?
So, perhaps you can take your arrogance and pride somewhere else, Tessie. You may be a parselmouth with pure-blood lineage, but you are a nobody until you actually do something worthwhile. All of us are nobodies. You are not special.”
With that, Skylar plasters on another smile, as if nothing ever happened. “Say hello to Medusa for me, will you? I haven’t seen your black snake around at all.” She gives a sarcastic little wave and turns away from Tes. But if Skylar is being honest, she knew nothing about Tes. She only knew about her nickname and Medusa, her snake, through word of mouth and rumors. She might not even be right. But, one thing about Skylar, is that she can be a damn good liar.
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“Holding back knowledge isn’t strategy. It's stupid, why are you even contributing in the first place? You seek attention because you don't have any, it's quite miserable really.”
Skylar cocked her eyebrows at that. She can't help but let out a laugh. She has a perfectly happy family that loves her. However, it sounds a bit like Tes is self projecting. Hm. If that were true, Skylar might start pitying her.
“Excuses are rarely impressive Blue head. I care and that's all everyone needs to know.” Skylar was really trying not to laugh right now. Blue head. What type of insult is that supposed be? What is she, five? Man, at least have some creativity.
"Awhh... You think we're all the same? That's comforting isn't it?" Oh definitely not. Skylar would not want to be ever categorized as same with someone like Tes. She could not help but feel a little disgusted at the fake pout Tes put on. She has no idea what that pout was supposed to do, but it only made Tes seem even more childish in Skylar's eyes.
"If I was "ordinary" you wouldn't try to convince me that we're all equal. You don't know me yet lady, I'm quite very special, and you'll see that soon." Skylar squints at that. Oh, Tes was definitely special. In fact, Skylar doesn't think she ever met someone so obnoxious in her life. She is as unique as she says she is for sure. Skylar was so caught up with the realization that she was basically talking to a child that she misses half of Tes's little monologue.
"... In fact, it's strange you're taking interest in my snake, do you need something to fear? Adrenalin? You don't need to look really far Skylar, I'm right here. I don't forget."
Skylar really can't help it anymore. She bursts out laughing. Oh, for Merlin's sake. 'I'm right here, I don't forget.' Really? Dear lord, she sounds like a bully in some coming of age story. Perhaps some 'tough' song will play in the background as she walks out, glitter and sparkles everywhere. Skylar's abdomen hurts from how hard she's laughing. Tes may think she controls her emotions well and hides behind a cold mask of indifference, but her face is quite literally the most expressive Skylar has seen. And she looks livid. Skylar finally stands up straight when Tes stalks away, fuming probably.
Do you need something to fear? Skylar can't help but shake her head at that. Even if she needed fear, Tes Cadell will not be the one to give it to her. Because this is merely a game. Tes is a child. She thinks herself as grand and feared, but in reality she is still some first year student. Not that Skylar is any better, hell no. She's a first year, too. The only difference is that Skylar knows that this little feud they are having is nothing. In the grand picture of things, this little argument is a just speck out of everything to come. Tes, however, is too short-sighted and enamored with herself to realize that. She truly thinks that her thoughts matter and that she can affect Skylar in anyway. Ha.
Skylar smirks as she heads towards her next class. Looks like she is about to spend the rest of her year rage baiting that egotistical Slytherin and knock some sense into her. Tes can try to play checkers, but Skylar is playing chess.
So when the next day rolls around, Skylar makes sure to get there earlier and takes back her seat. She hears footsteps come in and smiles as she senses who is behind her. The one and only Tes 'Sissy' Cadell.
Let the games begin.
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Skylar looks at Tes in horror and sees the sentiment is shared. Group project. Normally, Skylar would not mind working in a group. After all, it is a new opportunity to make friends. However, usually the people she is paired up with aren't selfish pricks she has a rivalry with.
Skylar mentally kicks herself, because even though Tes basically started it, Skylar still dug her own grave because of her refusal to back down. She breathes in and out as she mentally prepares to have another conversation with Tes. She debates whether she should offer the olive branch, call an end to their fight, and just move on with their project. However, chances are Tes is going to give her that whole "I'm a pureblood and you are no use to me" type of play, and Skylar is going to resort to getting under her skin to get rid of her superiority complex. How joyful.
"Okay, I think we can both agree on one thing: this group project is going to be hell. There really isn't a nice way to put this. So, we have a few options.
One, we can talk through our misunderstandings, apologize to each other, ignore the fact we basically became straight up enemies on first sight, and go holding hands off into the sunset of rainbows and cupcakes.
Two, which is more realistic, we call a temporary truce, do our parts of the project, and never talk to each other again after we finish.
Third, we absolutely decimate each other and fight the whole duration of our partnership, get nothing done except for light the fire hate, and become sworn enemies for the rest of eternity."
Skylar glances at Tes and lets out an exasperated sigh. "Well, since you are still looking at me like I'm some pest that chewed up your clothes, I'm going to assume we the first option is a no. I don't know about you Tes, but I care about my grades a lot more than whatever is going on with you. I will do the whole project myself and slap your name on at the end if I have to.
Or, we can work together diplomatically and put this rivalry between us on hold. And don't give me that whole 'You aren't important enough for me to have a feud with' type of response, because even someone blind can see how much you dislike me."
Skylar then turns towards Tes expectantly. Tes can jab at her all she wants, but if it is at the cost of her perfect standing grades, then Tes is going to have to sleep with one eye open. If that snake even sleeps.
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