Blasted Blaine Closed

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there weren't a lot of interesting things that the young swann heir was expecting to stumble upon that day.

for one, she had just received one hundred percent for her defense against the dark arts essay. there was no time to waste in informing her parents by owl of her latest achievement. no doubt would the esteemed lady swann be very pleased with the news, especially as she used to be an excellent hit witch in the wizarding world. arianna had a slight smile on her lips as she left the lesson feeling immensely pleased with herself; it was almost as if nothing could disrupt her mood.

almost.

“hello,”

arianna's footsteps stopped by a stone pillar, her ebony eyes shadowed over menacingly with carefully concealed irritation.

“what?” she didn't bother to turn around.

“i see you in class sometimes, or maybe around the common room,”

so this irksome stranger was a snake. the first year pondered silently whether or not to put down her plans in order to offer this stranger her precious attention.

“well, my name is kit blaine,”

at last, ebony eyes turned from the beautiful, intricate patterns on the ancient stone to the girl behind her. arianna scrutinized her from head to toe, noting the dirty dark brown hair and tanned skin, the beginning of a small sneer form on her lips. the blaines were a terribly common magical surname, halfblood perhaps, and this girl actually had the audacity to emphasize that.

“and I was hoping we’d be friends,”

arianna let out a malicious chuckle, the one that would send terrifying shivers down your spine. leaning on the cold pillar, the young aristocrat studied this blaine girl with a cunning smirk stretching across her face. Her coal black orbs glinted darkly, seemingly staring directly into the girl in front of her.

“you want me to be your friend, you say?” arianna sneered. “nice thought, and why not? how about I tell you a little about myself, friend?”

she leaned forward, drawing closer to the excessively confident girl, and her tone suddenly changed to one that was far more sinister and insolent. to ensure that her words were understood and digested appropriately, the slytherin took sure to stress each one of them.

“I don't want to be regarded as something as simple, uncomplicated, and idiotic as a friend. You might as well tell me what you want 'cause I don't give a damn about how obnoxious your persistence is. You must realize that there are those who do, in fact, value some peace and quiet.”

arianna lilly swann, a slytherin and pureblood heiress, was not going to hang around with stupid simpletons.

Well, she sure was haughty.

'What?' she asked without even turning around. The absolute audacity. Soon after Kit finished her little speech, a smirk started to creep up on the girl's lip, which then morphed into a malicious chuckle. Perhaps it frightened others, but Kit was left unfazed. She simply returned it with her own nasty grin. She stared at the white-haired snake with the deepest ebony eyes, her gaze steely, marking her grin as certainly spiteful. Kit's eyes shone ever so darkly, but all they did was reflect the light in the girl in front of her.

'Glad to hear you find that amusing,' Kit said finally. Mimicking the girl's posture, she leaned herself on the pillar, her hands half-heartedly stroking the carvings, her eyes still fixed on the girl. She might not be able to carry out her back-stabbing strategy, but there was always a way to make someone pay for being so goddamn perfect. The hint of a frown appeared on Kit's brows. Perhaps now was the time to throw some knives. Kit simply wondered where they would embed themselves in.

'You want me to be your friend, you say? Nice thought, and why not? How about I tell you a little about myself, friend?' Kit smirked at that. Not a bad retaliation, she thought despite herself. She wouldn't mind knowing some to be honest, could serve as an interesting blackmail target.

'Well, friend,' Kit said, a sarcastic smile returning to the edge of her mouth. 'Let me... educate you, if you will. So, little miss heiress,' Kit drawled, in the same way the "little miss heiress" always talked, 'Nobody actually wants to listen to you, so you'd better shut your pretty little mouth before you blurt out anything stupid.' She laughed heartily, as if everything she had said was indeed in the name of friendships.

'I don't want to be regarded as something as simple, uncomplicated, and idiotic as a friend. '

Kit smiled lazily. 'I see, idiotic, am I? Well, with all due respect, let me make a teeny tiny suggestions: learn to talk in a way that is not an idiotic drawl.'

'You might as well tell me what you want 'cause I don't give a damn about how obnoxious your persistence is.' With a dainty chuckle, Kit continued, 'What do I want? Oh, I just want to be your friend. Is that so hard?' Kit batted her eyes innocently. Utilitise every part of your body in your act. The absolute sarcasm that was unfolding before her eyes was wonderful.

'You must realise that there are those who do, in fact, value some peace and quiet,' the fellow Slytherin said finally.

'Peace and quiet? You'll get that in the hospital wing, I hope.' Kit balled her fists.

@Arianna Swann

OOC note: I am absolutely loving this but I'm sorry if I sound kind of weird in this post. It is pretty late but I can't sleep lol.

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Annoyed, she eyed the girl with growing disdain.

Had Arianna been a lesser person, she would have responded to such an insult with an hostile snarl and a jinx blasting out of her wand to put the insolent Slytherin back in her place. However, she was strictly taught by her private tutor to never respond to a challenge with immature and naive impulsiveness - such behavior was unbecoming of a Pureblood heiress. That was the only reason why she had not so much as bristle at the airhead's accusing words despite the malicious glint in her eyes.

“Nobody actually wants to listen to you, so you'd better shut your pretty little mouth before you blurt out anything stupid.”

“Oh, did I hit a nerve?” Taunting in a mockingly pleasant tone she twirled her wand with an elegant swish, “I must say, I did not expect you to have such bad manners.” The Pureblood tutted jeeringly. “Just like a mudblood.”

“I see, idiotic, am I? Well, with all due respect, let me make a teeny tiny suggestion: learn to talk in a way that is not an idiotic drawl.”

She was seething inside. Ebony eyes narrowed dangerously in a glare and lips turned up into a snarl dripping distaste all aimed at the dim-witted fool; she looked at her like one would a pest. At that moment? She was.

“At least I respect you enough to address you by name. I assume you would prefer me to use your last name than calling you any other... unpleasant moniker, yes?” Arianna was certain that the nitwit had an inkling of what she was talking about. After all, it was as clear as day from the way she dressed to her behavior that she were not a Pureblood.

“Peace and quiet? You'll get that in the hospital wing, I hope.”

“Oh really?” She challenged, quickly gripping for her wand of cherry wood and phoenix feather. Two pairs of eyes locked together. Blaine staring with such a heated hate that left the Pureblood heiress giving a cruel mock of a laugh.

Kit could tell the white-haired girl was about to snap. Of course, she was too stupidly pureblood to do that. Some prestigious tutor probably taught her not to be impulsive, or whatever word they used to describe something other than lame retaliations. Kit rolled her eyes, and made sure the girl had seen her clearly seen it. If Kit needed to put up with her, she would need to put up with Kit. Basic logic, right?

'Oh, did I hit a nerve?' the Slytherin replied tauntingly, giving her wand a somehow casually elegant twirl. Kit gritted her teeth at the comment, but her lips soon tugged into an enraged smile as she continued. It was a wild smile, lit by an inner fire and complete rashness. Perhaps what she would do next might not be a rational choice, but when had Kit ever been rational? 'I must say, I did not expect you to have such bad manners.' The pureblood heir tutted arrogantly, as if she was the mistriss of the universe. 'Just like a mudblood.' She snickered, but allowed the rascal to continue her little speech. After all, "speech is silver, silence is golden", or whatever the proverb was.

'At least I respect you enough to address you by name. I assume you would prefer me to use your last name than calling you any other... unpleasant moniker, yes?' Kit scoffed at that. Did the white-haired brat really think that was insulting to Kit? She literally did not care. 'Ahem,' she said, clearing her throat conceitedly, an action she assumed stupid pureblood brats would do. 'Emmm no!' Kit said, feigning disgust like how she saw them in Mean Girls. God, the American accent in that show! 'Girl, I just want to make this clear,' she continued, pointing to the other's girls nose, her freckles almost visible in such a close distance, 'I honestly don't care what you call me, as long as I can refer to you as "b***h".' Kit paused slightly, then asked, as if still in means of friendship, pleasantly, 'Anyways, what's your name?' Kit honestly did not know and did not care anyways. That annoying smear of white hair would forever remind Kit of her haughtiness.

'Oh really?' Now, this was getting fun. A little challenge. Yup, just a challenge. Kit couldn't realise whether she was controlling her hand or not as she punched the fellow Slytherin in the face.

@Arianna Swann

OOC note: you can literally take it however you want from here, if you want to roll that's fine too just owl/dm me