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Post by Søren Oden Karkaroff on Dec 9, 2008 0:54:10 GMT -5
  we'll see how deep the bullet lies...[/size][/font] Søren felt content. It was a beautiful day... the sky was only slightly overcast, and it felt good to have the sun streaming down, casting the ice on the ground as a beautiful light show. He lounged comfortably at a picnic table, pouring over some Charms homework while munching on an apple.
He felt amazingly good today. Clare had accepted his date proposal, he'd done well on tests this week... things were just going well. Maybe this whole Hogwarts experience wasn't so bad?
"Hey Karkaroff!" a male student yelled at him. Søren looked up. There were three male students who'd flanked his table. The fatter one is the one who'd chosen to speak. The two smaller, skinnier ones, smiled menacingly at him.
"Yeah? How may I help you?[/color]" Søren took a bite out of his apple and tried to keep his cool. Humanoid pigs. " So is this what you albinos eat?" the male student said to him, knocking Søren's apple out of his hand. Søren felt a small fire of rage ignite in his stomach. He clenched his teeth and gave them a contemptuous glare. " I'm not an albino.[/color]" " Goody two shoes, doing your homework? You bloody kiss-ass" one of the other boys piped up, taking the lead from his fat friend. " If I were you three, I would back up and leave me alone. Or else...[/color]" " Or else what, Karkaroff, huh? What are you going to do, you patsy little bitch?" Fat One sneered. " I will crush your skulls beneath my feet.[/color]" Søren felt a low growl begin in his diaphragm, and spread until it passed his lips. Søren clenched his fists and snarled, his lip creeping up to expose his sharp canines. The boys looked taken aback but Fat One wasn't going to drop it. " Oooo, let's be scared of the freaky albino kid! Oh, no, Mummy! The little floppy wanded freakazoid is going to hurt me! I'm so scared!" Søren opened his mouth to respond, but he was interrupted by a small, furious looking female. [/size][/font] |
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Post by Hadyn Bryant on Dec 9, 2008 16:56:19 GMT -5
Hadyn had every excuse to be in the courtyard. Homework, a nice day outside, expecting to meet friends out here...Yes, her excuse list was well stocked. She was a well versed in it -- she had been Jaiden's friend for going on eight or so years now. When you had a guy like him for your best friend, you knew how to think quickly, in case he couldn't cover for himself or needed a back up. It always left Hadyn feeling guilty, thinking that Jaiden should have gotten into trouble for it, but his lopsided grin had made up for it afterwards. He had a way of charming her -- and probably every other girl in Hogwarts and beyond -- into doing what he wanted. Fortunately, he never used his powers for evil. Around her, anyways. It was just more of making her feel better nowadays. Or used to be -- Jaiden was...not here, at the moment.
Because of her.
Hadyn ran her hands through her hair, biting her lip hard. The long blonde hair was casually arranged beautifully, although she didn't seem to realize that it looked decent. She raked her hand through, but most girls would not dared touch their hair if they thought it looked good. Hadyn honestly didn't care right now. She had much bigger things to worry about. Things like her best friend locked up in Azkaban, or one of her closest friends hurting her in ways she never thought he would...
"Or else what, Karkaroff, huh? What are you going to do, you patsy little bitch?"
Haydn turned her head, expecting to see some bastard mouthing off to Ivan. He was one of her friends(not unusual), but also an ex of hers, that had managed to evade Jaiden's wrath. What she saw, however, threw her off a little. This guy was definitely not the man she was expecting -- this one was sitting on a picnic table, with books spread about him. Ivan and books, something you never would have caught together.
"I will crush your skulls beneath my feet."
Hadyn blinked, a little startled by the response. Unsurprisingly, she hopped off of the wall, small feet tapping to the ground, brow pulling together in concern and consternation to how this guy was being treated. After all, if she really thought about it, hadn't he been polite to them?
"Ooooh, let's be scared of the freaky albino kid! Oh, no, Mummy! The little floppy-wanded freakazoid is going to hurt me! I'm so scared!"
Hadyn shook her head, drawing up level with them. All were taller than her -- and, in some cases, five times her width -- and much more intimidating looking. Normally, with her newfound fear of men borne from a brutal incident involving Luca Lovell, she'd have steered clear of them. But this wasn't right -- from what she had seen, the 'freaky albino kid' had done nothing to them.
"First." Hadyn started, her sharp tongue making its debut. "' 'Freakazoid' hasn't been used since I was in my first year. Second. That thing you have going on here?" She looked him over meaningfully. "It isn't working. I advise you to stop hitting on Lestrange and following her dietary patterns." She raised her eyebrows, and then looked to his little lackeys. "Third. These guys, they're scrawny. Twigs. Honestly, get some better groupies." Hadyn put her hand on her small hip, watching the three guys in front of her and completely ignoring the fourth beside her. "Fourth, don't mess with big-ass guys. You know, like freaky albino kids? Yeah, they can kick your fat ass, and your nonexistent ones. Got it?"
Hadyn raised her eyebrows, and drew her wand. She didn't get the best grades, but she knew how to work a wand. "Assuming your little brains don't get overheated because of your last two braincells rubbing together, I'm going to count to three." She raised three fingers, as if she were talking to little kids. She mouthed it again, "Three," just so that they could keep up. "Try not to hurt yourself thinking about it too much," Hadyn recommended, "but if you're not out by the time I get to three, then you're as good as...well. We all know what happens to pigs when they get put into pieces." Hadyn looked at the fattest, yet again, just to make sure she got the point across.
"One."
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Post by Søren Oden Karkaroff on Dec 17, 2008 1:32:10 GMT -5
can i trust you? but i don't want to... [/size][/font] Søren registered this girl coolly. Who was she, and what did she think she was doing, interfering like this? He clearly had the situation under control. He felt a lump of annoyance rise in his throat, and he quickly swallowed it and clicked his sharp teeth together. He smiled, because he couldn't help but feel amused at how she told these reprobates off.
But honestly, who the hell did she this she was? Søren Oden Greyback, heir to the highest seat of power in werewolf kind, defended by this little blonde firecracker? Against these three morons, no less, which he could crush single handed, with no weapon other than his bare hands? Pathetic. He could hear the laughter now.
He noticed Fat One eye her wand nervously. Søren fought to stifle his laughter.
"This isn't over, Karkaroff." Fat One sneered the words at him, and Søren responded by smiling politely and flipping him the middle finger. The boys walked away from the table, and Søren reached down and picked up his ruined apple from the snow.
"Thank you for your assistance, miss. But I wasn't in need of aid, I clearly had the situation under control.." |
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Post by Hadyn Bryant on Jan 19, 2009 22:28:53 GMT -5
"This isn't over, Karkaroff."
Hadyn rolled her eyes. Cheesy. Like from one of those old movies, the bad guy's ending line. But the thing was they didn't have anything to back it up. That one man had one huge butt, and the other guys didn't have any at all. And the guy beside her, chilling out on the table, was about twice the fat guy's size, only the man beside her was all muscle.
Hadyn stashed her wand again, not at all worried over the other guys. She frowned though, when she heard him say, "Thank you for your assistance, miss. But I wasn't in need of aid, I clearly had the situation under control."
Hadyn rolled her eyes again, and scooped up her apple again. What was it with guys and their pride? She sighed, and turned. She flipped her hair, and called back to him, "You could have stopped at 'thank you'."
She bit the apple easily; it was just snow, really. It wasn't even anything really. She shrugged, and tossed it away. The multiple Quidditch games she had played certainly played in a hand with the apple making it in the trashcan unscathed, without even a scrap of her attention.
Hadyn sashayed over to her table, put out with him. She scooped up her books from the table, intent on leaving. She didn't look at him once, sour.
The cold shoulder in action, ladies and gentleman. |
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Post by Søren Oden Karkaroff on Jan 23, 2009 1:39:02 GMT -5
 If I could bleed, then so could you...[/size][/font] Søren felt slightly taken aback at her cold stance. Way to go, idiot. He sighed, clicking his teeth. Why did he always do this? She was only trying to help. He got up, and followed her to her table.
"Look..." he started, flustered, "I'm sorry I was rude. I am very grateful for your help. I'm not... used to people standing up for me. Please accept my apology for my callousness... I'm Søren, by the way."
Memoto me... get some damn people skills.
He felt his palms get sweaty. This was so uncomfortable. The proud wolf in him was tearing it up inside his stomach... it was unusual for one of his kind to show their belly like this... the idea of apology was a joke.
Ugh... I really need to get better at this human thing. [/size] |
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Post by Hadyn Bryant on Jan 23, 2009 15:57:16 GMT -5
Hadyn was in the process of forgetting all about him; in all honesty, she didn't need more drama. She had a list of people mad at her, a longer list of people that had hurt her, and a short one containing the names of her friends (and most were on the Hurt List and her Friend List). Of course she didn't actually write out these lists, but they were mental. She had to know who was mad at her, who wasn't, and who was really mad at her but didn't say anything.
And then there was the fact that her could-have-been brother was in jail for killing a guy that almost raped her, and then finding out that she was pregnant from one of her friends being cursed and forced to -- It was just one big mess.
So, without a second glance, she piled the few books into her arms. She didn't usually make much use for them. Hadyn may have been a Ravenclaw, but her genius lay in the streets. Honestly, she could do better out on the streets than she could in a nice, safe, sheltered school.
"Look...I'm sorry I was rude. I am very grateful for your help. I'm not... used to people standing up for me. Please accept my apology for my callousness... I'm Søren, by the way."
Hadyn smiled some. As fiery and crazy and somewhat logical as she was, she could forgive most things, and this certainly fell into that category. It wasn't a big deal.
Books in one arm, she extended a hand in his direction, and said, smiling way up at him, "Hadyn." It was clearly a dismissal of his previous little issue. "Nice to meet you." |
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Post by Søren Oden Karkaroff on Feb 1, 2009 18:30:14 GMT -5
Try so hard to break me but all your diamonds turn to sand... [/size][/font] "Haydn. Nice to meet you."
Søren accepted and shook her extended hand. Her skin was warm, soft... and like all human girls, her fragrance was mouth watering. Freesia, jasmine... maybe orange blossom. Her pale blue eyes were kind, but he could tell that there was much going on behind them that she didn't share. His irritation with her softened to nothingness, and he felt suddenly overwhelmed by the urge to protect this girl from whatever was bothering her, and tell her that it would be okay.
He smiled warmly. He could see himself being friends with her, this girl named Haydn.
The only problem he could foresee... was this the same Haydn that Jonathan had told him about? Of course, in the end it didn't matter, but he made a mental note to grill Jonathan about it later anyways.
"It's nice to meet you, too. I just wish it could have been under different conditions. Do you know those students?"
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