An Unpleasant Meeting PV: Astra Norrick Closed

Interacting with @Annabelle Lilith Rose
Astra speaking: #136323
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Astra pressed her fingers to her temples. Last night had been a nightmare, quite frankly. In place of the sleepwalking she has experienced earlier in the year, she has begun to have insomnia about once a month. This time, it was prolonged by Hermes, her sweet smart and insufferably curious Egyptian Mau who had decided her face was the most comfortable spot for the night.

At least his training was going well.

She raised an eyebrow at the brunette, or ravenette, she couldn't tell which, glared at her. What's her name, what- oh, Annabelle. Slytherin. Right. Astra recalled that the girl was good at Potions, the class seemed effortless when you watched Annabelle brew her potions.

Astra had come in early-ish and already read her doom. It wasn't anything against Annabelle (though it was about to be very much against Annabelle), it was just that Astra strongly preferred working alone. And by strongly, she means she hates groups and barely tolerates partners especially randomly assigned partners.

At least it's not a Gryffindor.

As Annabelle came down it seemed like a cloud of pessimism descended. Astra gave the girl a side-eye worthy of the ancient gods of sarcasm, if they ever existed in myth. "I think you mean halfblood," she said in a tired monotone. "And to be clear, your insults sound like a dying goose. If you were any less threatening, you'd be a ladybug." The words just kind of... flowed out and Astra didn't stop them. I mean, I am a Slytherin. It's expected of me to be a little rude. Plus, she started it.

Wonderful thing, the brain. Justifies just about anything you want it to.

Annabelle can't believe it, the girl actually answered back. With as much spite as she had in her words to the girl no less, Annabelle is obviously angry not beung used to authority. But deep inside, there is a fire starting, the flames burning bright. As stated the words angered her but it gave her a small craving for authority, in fact it's the start of an obsession with it.

Annabelle glares at Astra, her eyed narrowed and slightly darkened by anger. Bugger off Norrick. Astra had won this round but their dislike for each and Annabelle's obsession with authority has just started. As Annabelle reads over the instructions, she discovers that the potion is The Cure for Boils.

Rather easy and even a small child could do it, but like all Potions it requires concentration and being very careful. "I'll get the ingredients and you...try not to mess anything up "halfblood"., Obviously trying to bait Astra into getting angry before walking away.

As she finishes gathering the Snake Fangs, Horned Slugs, and Porcupine Quills, a wave of spite crashes over her. If that halfbreed costs me my grade, there will be hell to pay. Annabelle has always been...weird about her grades, they're very important to her and is possibly the only thing that keeps her from going mad like Bellatrix Lestrange.

She walks towards the table and blankly stares at the redhead, "I will forget your earlier hostility and forgive you for those words Norrick. If you get me anything lower than an E, I won't be able to be chivalrous any longer." The words taste like poison in her mouth, and she genuinely feels like she's about to empty her stomach at any minute.

NOTES: @Astra Norrick

I know I wanted Annabelle to be arrogant but I've outdone myself, I would've slugged her first chance I got. XD