Ladies and Gentlemen, Announcing WES BORGIN [Open]

[Kamilla Lestrange]

Sofia's sappy voice trickled across the air, leaving ghastly sweet trails lingering in the hostile atmosphere. Kamilla had never liked Sofia - in fact, she currently could not recall a time when she had ever liked the "carefree" girl very much. They had always been competitive, unfriendly rivals who had been willing to politely snap at each other. For Kamilla to even mutter the possibility of Sofia having an eating disorder was rare and she honestly did not know if she should thank Merlin that her bitter words had not been caught by the poisonous honey Sofia seemed to emit constantly.

"Oh Sofia, darling, it's all right. It's not as if that meal will show up on me anyways. Some of us were blessed with a quick metabolism." Kamilla said with an artificial smile, hinting that Sofia Flint, slender whore of Slytherin, was fat. The girl wouldn't be over analytical as Kamilla was. No, Sofia Flint was much to stupid, blunt, and spontaneous to actually sit down calmly - with her legs closed - and assess anything for its true, lethal content. And so, without breaking her grin, Kamilla turned to look down at Hadyn Bryant, a rather skinny but larger Ravenclaw she had never been able to tolerate.

Her lips were sneering, her teeth were bared as if she were a vampire, and the starting consonants were audible when Sofia Flint's nasally tone announced that "His name is Wes Borgin." Kamilla quickly turned around, her back once again facing the smaller of her blond rivals. Wes Borgin? What on Earth was a Wes Borgin? Kamilla, and the entire Slytherin house, knew that Sofia was obsessed with her fiendish kitten, Mayhew. This Wes Borgin thing could most certainly not be an animal so what on bloody Earth was -

Oh.

That.

Amazingly, gorgeous, scintillating thing was Wes Borgin.

"Bryant, don't ruin my pancakes. At least I don't need to beg my cheating exes to force feed me. At times like these, your troll blood really does shine through. It's rather unflattering." Kamilla declared smartly, her words leaning towards offending Haydn on her short and supposedly ugly appearance.

Kamilla ignored Bryant's fading steps, choosing to assume that the girl was wasting away with each step Jaiden wasn't here to fed her. Her eyes narrowed, glaring back at Sofia's smirking face. Wes Borgin, it seemed, was her latest victim and Sofia would guarantee a satisfactory hump and dump. No commitments? Why, step right here! We have the lovely Sofia Flint; the girl everyone's been through.

She was a bit ashamed but her cheeks did not flame. How could she have ignored such a towering man? Such a charming, seemingly warm man who had been exposed to her dagger sharp tongue so quickly, so suddenly? She was just about to introduce herself, making sure to stress her esteemed last name and question his - surely he was related to the wizardry family that had begun Borgin and Burkes!

"I, Miss Lestrange, am the man who will one day make twice as much as whatever poor sap you happen to marry."

Why was her quest to obtain delicious "million calorie pancakes" so dangerous and filled with superfluous obstacles? With an aggravated sigh and a quick roll of green eyes, Kamilla tilted her head and released a menacing smile.

"Twice the man, you say? Do you mean that in terms of money or size, darling? Because, at this point, you just seem like a badgering fool." Kamilla began, raising a finger to poke his Hufflepuff badge. "You're awfully short and a bit on the lanky side. Your hair is oily and greased; why, you could broil an entire ham with the oil that's dripping down the side of your face! And when it comes to how comfortable are lives are, it's obvious that your monetary situation is a bit strained." She concluded grandly, tugging on a loose strand that had managed to escape the careful seaming of the Hufflepuff's clothes.

OOC|| Yeah, Kamilla's done now. I like to put her in bad situations because I'm in a bad mood. xD So yes, just imagine she's . . . snarled and walked into the Great Hall. She's sitting down, surrounded by happily gossiping Slytherins and devouring pancakes daintily. xD

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[Jakob Stevenson]

Jakob stood before her, his eyes turning to slits. His clothing was old and proud, not junkie. Not to mention the fact that she had insulted every aspect of his physice at once. No this would not go unpunished. He'd been pushed down by far to many slyth in the pass to let this one slide. He looked down at her from the extra three inches he had on her.

The Huffle leaned down, so that he was still standing away from her, but his lips were next to her ear. His eyes/face were emotionless, and in a soft, calm whisper he began "Listen up sprout, just because your sulking that your inbred bastard of boyfriend left you for whater reason, doesnt mean you should to take it out on the rest of us. So why dont you take your soulless husk of body and go fill it with pancakes, ja? And if you dont want to do that, we can settle this with a duel sometime latter" His accent was definatly Skandinavian, not the near Cockney anyone in the school would know him for.

His back straightened as he smiled at her sweetly, as though he'd just told a joke, or given her a compliment, rather than inviting in troubles. He was a master of madness, both in the way of instilling it in others and in seeming it himself. But the words were traitors, they showed he was no fool. The stoney blue eyes were intelligent. And the blond matted head held a very devious, if not a little demented, brain.

[Sofia Flint]

Sofia wasn't nearly as dumb as everyone thought her to be. Yes, she was a whore, and yes, she tended to slack off a lot in classes, but that didn't mean she was a stupid whore. She had caught every single word that Kamilla had said to her, the ones first implying that she was anorexic, and then implying that she was fat. The sudden change in statement made her lips curl up into a wicked smile, twice as wicked as it had been before. If she wasn't known for her body, she was known for that nasty smile that only meant danger.

"Can't make up your mind, can you?" Sofia cooed. "I guess it's hard to do that when you spend so much time shooting down others. You have to mix it up sometime, I suppose. The same old insults must be incredibly boring, yes?"

She watched with folded arms and a glint in her eye as she turned to her other victims to shoot them down. She took a stab at the Bryant girl, something Sofia liked to do herself, and then one at Jakob. If there was anything they'd ever agree about, it'd most likely be the disliking of certain people who roamed the school grounds. Jakob and Hadyn were of no exception to their list. However, Sofia couldn't pass up the chance to say something about Kamilla; It was far too easy.

"Now, dear 'Milla'," Sofia said in a mock stern voice, "Didn't mommy and daddy teach you to play nice? And, in front of a new student! How about that?" She turned to smile at Wes. "I hope that hasn't made you think that we're all nasty here. Poor Kamilla's probably just having a rough morning."

Anyone who knew Sofia well would know that most of this was put on for a show. If Wes really knew just how nasty Sofia could be, she'd be all right with that. Everyone knew how nasty Sofia could be when she wanted or needed to be, and even then it didn't stop boys from liking her. She had a way with men. Sofia handled them very well.

[Hadyn Bryant]

"Bryant, don't ruin my pancakes. At least I don't need to beg my cheating exes to force feed me. At times like these, your troll blood really does shine through. It's rather unflattering."

Hadyn stopped, biting her lip hard. Don't say it, she willed herself, don't curse her to smithereens. Do not embarrass the poison-spitting bitch who thought she was superior enough to talk about Jaiden and herself that way. Godamnit, do not say it, don't do it --

Hadyn turned, her face ironically cool and collected. Normally, her face would have been red in anger, but now the only fire was in her eyes. She crossed her arms, and leaned against the wall. She was farther down the hall, by the door; Lestrange was asking for it, and Hadyn was going to give it to her.

"Oh, Kamilla," She said, loud enough for the other girl to hear. "I really think you're loosing your touch. You just called Flint fat and anorexic in the space of two minutes. And me? Oh, yes," Hadyn smiled, angry still, but calmly so, "the troll blood. Since I'm so incredibly tall." Trolls were small for a beastly creature, but also happened to be around nine feet tall, at the shortest. And Hadyn was definitely not nine feet tall; almost half of that.

Hadyn, nearly satisfied, shrugged off of the wall again. Kamilla wasn't worth her time. She had better things to do other than talking to a girl whose prime goal in life was to pull a Jason on all the mugglebornes.

She turned her back, and continued walking, and then paused, as if just remembering something. "Oh, and Kamilla?" She asked, turning around to face her again. "At least Jaiden is my ex. I had the decency to date him, instead of hole up in the bathrooms and beg and plead him to take away my virginity." She rose her eyebrows, killer, and then turned around again.

She was done with Kamilla.

[Wes Borgin]

He took roll of people in the room now. Hadyn Bryant obviously. He would have to remember that one. Jakob Stevenson. He might not need to remember that one, but oh well, what the heck? and the lovely Sophia Flint. He would definitely have to remember that one.

That smell. He could detect all the way across the room. That very faint smell of hurt and lonliness and iron and salt with a little bit of different smells that he couldn't detect because that indescribablly familiar smell filled the hot room and in a sense would've made his mouth water. Quickly everyone else and their faint blood thrown aside. He looked the girl up and down, not really listening to the words she was spitting out at Sophie. She was the same. Almost the exact same height, build, hair. This couldn't be her. He had killed her. Dead. Then who could this be?

"His name is Wes Borgin."

His controlled breath caught in his throat and he went comepletely still as she turned to face him. Same face shape and everything. This couldn't possibly be the same girl. The eyes. There were no kids. So, how?

"I-I" he didn't know what to say and he didn't really have to say anything. By the time he could think of something the other girls were snarling back.

They had made sure insults were thrown everywhere with the exception of him. Then, all of the sudden he was being spoken to again. This was all going so fast and being jammed into his memory. Weren't trolls big? Wait a minute, what was wrong with pancakes? Or eating for that matter?

"I hope that hasn't made you think that we're all nasty here. Poor Kamilla's probably just having a rough morning."

"No-I-" the was dangerously confusing. He didn't want to say anything that would get anyone in trouble or think that he was mean and wicked. He didn't want anyone mad at him for sure.


"At least Jaiden is my ex. I had the decency to date him, instead of hole up in the bathrooms and beg and plead him to take away my virginity."

Wait? Who was Jaiden? What did he have to do with Kamilla? Why did she have to stand right there in front of him? Why were they tearing each other apart? Why was the Blair girl looking so scared? Was Jakob looking at her in that way for some reason?

"EVERYONE STOP!" he had a booming voice that could be written out as scary if he tried hard enough. He had to get some things straight in his head and he couldn't do that with everyone fighting with each other and that stupid song he'd heard on the train ride from France to London and then again on his Ipod that Sylvie had fixed for him, though she didn't know how to take her stupid songs off. "Can someone please explain what's going on?"

[Sofia Flint]

Sofia was highly amused with the vicious war-fare flying across the room in all directions. It was what her life was centered around; Viciousness. She could never get enough of it. Perhaps this was why the Sorting Hat had favored Slytherin much more than Ravenclaw. It had sensed her want to exceed in all classes, but it had recognized the ambition over it all, and the fixation with such terrible things like vicious words and actions.

"EVERYONE STOP!"

She had opened her mouth to snarl her own words, but, suddenly, there was a loud booming voice filling the hall. It sounded like something with much authority, and it startled Sofia. It was very hard to startle Sofia and, if someone ever did, she usually became angry on the spot. Now, however, she turned around, her face contorted in awe as she looked up at the beautiful man before her. Had he... was he the one who had just shouted? The booming voice had sounded so much different than Wes' had in the beginning, but the look on his face clearly stated that it had belonged to him.

"Can someone please explain what's going on?"

"What do you mean?" Sofia asked, cocking her head to the side slightly. She was honestly a little curious. Sofia thought that Wes would know exactly what was going on; A couple of girls participating in an exchange of hateful words. He had gotten the wrong welcome party, but Sofia had thought Wes to be a little smarter than that. However, he might not know why they all hated each other so much. Sofia, on the other hand, just knew she hated Bryant and Lestrange. Bryant intruded in the wrong places at the wrong times, and Kamilla had never been one of Sofia's favorites.

[Blair Smith]

Blair walked over to Wes and shook her head. "They are all fighting and being mean because they are trying to impress the new guy." She said, a smile forming on her face. Wow, was he gorgeous. If she didn't have Jakob.. No, she didn't need to think about things like that. She was happy with Jakob.. wow, was Wes beautiful.

Blair smiled and stuck her hand out. "I'm Blair. What's your name?" She asked, looking over at Jakob and shooting him a quick smile. She turned back to Wes. "So, who is your tour guide? Because, I think it would be good to get you out of this madness soon. We don't want you thinking all of us Hogwarts women are bitches, do you?" She said, laughing.

[Jakob Stevenson]

Jakob watched as Blair stepped foreward, trying to bring calm inside of the madness. His dragon boots brought him forth, so that his back was to everyone but her.

"Miss Smith i am his guide thankyou, i would prefer it if you kept your claws out of him, he's allready bleeding to death." He gave her a quick wink then changed his look on her back to disdain. It was all an act, the anger, and hopefully not an obvious one.

"But you are right, Mister Borgin, would you like to procede away from here?" He gestured to Blair to follow them