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Post by nona on Jul 1, 2011 21:48:16 GMT -5
Nona almost let out a groan of gratitiude as the last of the Slytherins either left for Hogsmeade Village or headed up to their dormitories. She, on the other hand, remained in the common room, sitting on a comfortable armchair before the fire, a Muggle book in her hand. She had charmed it to give off the appearance of it being an informative book on the dragons in Romania in order to get the other Slytherins off her back. She was already seen as a freak among the snakes as it was. She didn't want to be pinned as a Muggle lover by the rest of the students in her house.
For it would ruin everything.
There were very few days where Kacie wished that she could be rid of the hidden title of Muggleborn, be rid of the title of Slytherin. She hated not having any real friends, of having to rely on the only semblance of a friend she had in order to avoid being the target of hexes in her own house. It was only because of Lucius that she really even had a hint of a social life. Quite a few of the Slytherins even feared her because of her closeness to Slytherin's head Snake, sotospeak. There were rumors about the house that she was going to be a favorite of the Dark Lord when she finished Hogwarts, while others simply doubted it. The latter were correct. Nona would never join an army of Muggle and muggleborn haters, considering that she was muggleborn, herself.
Somehow, Nona found herself rising from the armchair she sat in, away from the fire, book closed and held in the firm grasp of her hand, and she was walking through the corridors of Hogwarts. She shrugged, thinking that she needed to get out, anyway. Sitting alone in the common room had been getting a bit tiring anyway. Maybe she could sit in the Three Broomsticks and drink a butterbeer while she read.
She didn't allow others to know of her blood lineage. No one. Not even Lucius. For if she made even the tiniest slip up of her heritage, she would be tortured by those around her, maybe even killed. It was harsh, but she knew that certain students didn't care about whether they were expelled or not, as long as they 'repurified' the house of Salizar Slytherin in the name of their house's founder and their current leader. What would surely make the decision final, however, was if they learned her other secret. She could not allow ANYONE to know that she was working for Dumbledore. Ever since she made the mistake in her First Year to be sorted into Slytherin, she had been working secretly for the Headmaster, telling him which students were on the straight and narrow path while others were walking straight into the Dark Lord's clutches.
She reached Hogsmeade soon enough, and traveled through its crowded streets, ignoring the glares she recieved from several students and even a few shopkeepers. Nona approached the Three Broomsticks, and peered inside. After telling the shouting shrunken heads to get over themselves, she decided that the place was too crowded. She needed some time to herself, and this part of Hogsmeade surely wasn't the place to get a moment of solitude. Perhaps the Hog's Head would do better. As she approached the old pub, she nodded to herself. Yes, the perfect place. Hardly anyone was in there.
She entered the pub, keeping her eyes averted and away from all others. She didn't want to converse with anyone today, and she found that if she pretended she was invisible, and didn't see them, they would react the same way. She sat on a barstool, placed her charmed book before her, and opened it to the marked page. She was about to ask for something to drink when a rude elderly wizard interrupted her. “Yes, I know it might be hard but is there anything in here that is safe to drink?” Nona rolled her eyes at the old man's attitude. Asshole “Never mind. Just pour me a glass of your most expensive red wine. Just bring it to me when you have done it.” Nona controlled the urge to mock him and began to read. She wasn't stupid enough to insult what was sure to be an ex-Slytherin who knew much more magic than her.
She turned another page in her novel, barely paying attention to the characters or the plot that was unfolding before her. She was too preoccupied in her own thoughts to let the words of the story seep in, and soon, the only thing that pulled her attention away from both the book and her thoughts, was her thirst. She looked up at the barman, glad to see that he was free, for the time being. "Excuse me," she said, snapping her fingers a bit impatiently when the man didn't seem to hear her. The barman looked up at her, shaking his head at the sight of her neon green hair, the result of a prank from the Gryffindors she had yet to learn the counter curse to, and went back to work. Nona growled, snapping her fingers again. The man glanced at her once more, shrugged, and went back to grumbling and cleaning the bar. "Hey, arsehole," she snapped. That gained the old man's attention. "Could I get a butterbeer, please?" The barman grumbled something else and handed her the refreshment. She tossed some money on the bar before her. "Thank you," she said a bit stiffly, turning back to her book. Bloody hell, she thought irately, Can't get decent service anywhere these days.
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Post by lucius on Jul 4, 2011 18:01:25 GMT -5
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Lucius knew he needed to keep himself busy. He was so bored and he had nothing to do. The common room was pretty empty. He glanced at his watch and ran his hand through his hair. It wasn't very late. Shrugging to himself, he pushed himself off the couch and stretched. He hadn't been to Hogsmeade in a while, and he fancied a nice trip down there. Maybe he'd find something to give Narcissa. It'd be a nice gesture, right? He thought about things that she could possibly like as he left the lower level of the school and came to the ground floor. Some kids were in the great hall, eating and being loud. Lucius was glad that he wasn't in there right now. He'd get a headache from everyone and probably try and kill one of them. That wouldn't exactly be a good thing to do.
As he reached the outside, the cool air felt amazing as the wind blew. It was nice that it wasn't below freezing just yet. The fall was always nice and relaxing. He hated the summer and winter. The heat and the freezing cold were too much for him to bear. It was obnoxious. Shoving his hands into his pockets, he walked down the path to the Hogsmeade village. It was only a matter of minutes that he got there. Even the village was full of students. 'So this is where they all are,' he thought to himself. Apparently it was a Hogsmeade weekend, and he actually didn't know about it. It didn't really bother him that he didn't know. If he had better things to do, he wouldn't be here. He let out a breath and made his way over to some of the shops.
After an agonizing hour of looking around boring stores he'd never go in, Lucius walked over to the Three Broomsticks. He was going to need a drink. Girls, no. Narcissa...was particularly hard to shop for. He rubbed his face and pushed the door to the pub open. He let out a growl when he noticed how many people were in there. There was apparently no place for him to get piece and quiet. Okay, sure...he could've stayed in the castle for that. But there, he would've slit his throat. At least here, he wouldn't want to do that.
Shaking his head, he slammed the door shut and headed a little further down the road to the Hog's Head. Not many kids went in there, so he knew it'd be nice and silent. For the most part at least. He pushed the door opened and looked at the bartender, who nodded and poured Lucius a firewhiskey as he came in. The door closed behind him and he went straight for the bar, not even bothering to look around the room. He tossed some coins onto the bar and took his glass. As he took a rather large glup, he turned and scanned the room. His eyebrow rose when he saw a familiar face sitting not that far down the bar. Glass in hand, he smirked and walked over to her. He picked the book up out of her hands and look it over. "Why is it...every time I see you, you're nose is in a bloody book?" he asked, sitting next to Nona.
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Post by nona on Jul 5, 2011 10:46:58 GMT -5
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Nona didn't bother to hide her displeasure at having her book taken away from her. She glared at Lucius, hand held out expectantly. "Unless you'd like a certain apendage served to you on a platter, Malfoy, I suggest you give me my book back." The smirk pulling at the edge of her lips betrayed her amusement, however. She could never be truly angry at Lucius. As sad as it was to say, he was her best friend - would have been her only 'friend' if his status in Slytherin hadn't affected her popularity. "Why is it...every time I see you, you're nose is in a bloody book?" She grinned at Lucius' teasing tone and snatched the book from his hands. No need for him to find out that it was really Muggle literature that she was reading; Merlin knows what his reaction would have been. "Well, Lucie," she smirked at the nickname, flashing the charmed title of the book at him, "Some of us enjoy learning outside of school. Dragons are fascinating creatures, after all."
Nona reached up and touched a lock of neon-green hair self-consciously, wishing that she had learned the countercurse sooner. As much as she teased Lucius, she really liked him. She had accepted the fact that he was Narcissa Black's long ago, but she still got the occasional feeling of attraction now and again. The only thing she really focused on now was her secret, and what would happen to her friendship with Lucius when he found out just how much of a traitor she really was. Shaking away the melancholy thoughts, Nona turned back to Lucius with a tiny grin. "Like the new do? I got it done for free, courtesy of a few Gryffindors."
"So," Nona said, taking a long drink from her butterbeer as she prepared herself, "How's everything going with Black?" She knew he would know exactly who she was talking about, of course. Narcissa Black. A faint twinge of jealousy pulled at her heart strings, but she forced herself to ignore it. Narcissa was clearly one of the more beautiful Slytherins in the school, which made it an almost-guarantee that she would wed Lucius Malfoy. Nona had long overcome the fact that there was no way she and Lucius would have any semblance of a future together, whether as friends or anything more. Lucius was too enamored with Black, and she...well, she was trying her hardest to keep the secret of her bloodline from him in order to keep their friendship in existance. She knew that, once he found out she was a Muggleborn - Mudblood, as he'd referred to many of her kind in the past - their friendship would be dead, as well as her cover. Lucius was a great friend, don't get her wrong, but...If he found out about her, she would be ruined. He wouldn't be the type to ask questions and understand dilemas. Nona was lying to him, and that's the only way Lucius would be able to see it.
Shaking off the dreaded thoughts, Nona opened her book once more, trying to lose herself within its enchanting pages. Muggles might not be of any use in a pureblood's eyes, but at least they could come up with some decent fictional literature. All she ever found written by a witch or wizard were instruction manuals, class books, books written after a thorough amount of research, or books of first-hand accounts written by phonies. Nona could not help but feel disgusted with certain aspects of the Wizarding world. Were they really so arrogant as to believe that they were above Muggles? When they had accomplished so much without the aide of magic and proved their intelligence beyond levels that magical people could comprehend? Nona sighed. What did it matter if witches or wizards had their prejudices proven wrong; they would only believe what they wanted to believe anyway. There was no changing a mind once it had been made up.
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