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Post by Sofia Flint on Dec 22, 2008 7:46:25 GMT -5
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the cup is not half empty, as a pessimist says[/color] AS FAR AS HE SEES, NOTHING'S LEFT IN THE CUPa whole cup full of nothing for him to indulge in[/color][/font] It wasn't often that someone would find Sofia Flint all on her own, staring out a window in an empty classroom.
Hell, Sofia was damn sure that no one ever saw her at her weakest points in life. She didn't want to be known as the one who brooded over things. She liked her reputation, no matter how utterly mean and wicked it was. At least she knew who she was then. A bitch. A slut. Someone's nightmare. A man's greatest pleasure. Confident. Gorgeous. Wicked. Vicious and malicious. That's who she was, and she didn't want to lose it. People feared her. People wanted her. People loathed and envied her.
Sure, that wasn't everyone's piece of cake, but Sofia liked it. She didn't mind that half the women of the school were either afraid of her or hated her. And she didn't mind the fact that a lot of the boys wanted a peak at what was underneath all the clothes; she loved it. She liked all the attention. It was who Sofia Flint was. An attention loving, back stabbing, pretty, vicious whore. Now, however, there wasn't a bit of that person sitting in the girl who stared out the window.
Sofia hated the way her mind had been treating her lately. She couldn't get him out of it, no matter where she was or who she was with. She had been spending a wonderful day in the sun with Wes Borgin, and Jon had been there. Making out with some boy in a broom cupboard... Her thoughts went back to a time with Jon. Thinking about her parents... Thinking about what life would be like with Jon. Sofia's thoughts were going sappy and weak. She'd have moments in time where she'd be completely quiet and vulnerable. Completely un-Sofia-like moments that left her weak and an easier target for others. They could get their chance at her without the immediate consequence. Sofia surely didn't want that.
Her fist clenched around the wand in her lap, a new kind of anger seeping into her. She was thinking about things that could happen if she let these thoughts consume her far too often. With all she could be doing... with all she wanted to be doing... It would all be wasted if she was constantly on Jon. What if one of her worst enemies recognized all of this? That she truly did have a conscience? That she truly cared about something other than herself, her dad, or her beloved cat?
Yes, many people knew she had a major tender spot as far as it concerned Jon. But that wasn't her fault. It was his. He made that spot inside of her, and then he left her for Kamilla Lestrange. Admittedly, that was probably the biggest reason behind Sofia's hate for Kamilla. And then he even jipped off Kamilla and went after Lucy Weasley!
The bloody Weasley girl was enough to make Sofia grind her teeth in frustration and anger. At least Kamilla was someone somewhat respectable. If Sofia had known that he'd run off with a blood traitor after Kamilla, she would have saved a lot of time being a bitch toward Kamilla. They might possibly have even turned out to be friends... However, Sofia wasn't going to waste thoughts on that. So what if she and Kamilla weren't braiding each other's hair? She should be putting her efforts into Lucy. [/blockquote]
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Post by Kamilla Lestrange on Dec 27, 2008 17:46:51 GMT -5
Kamilla was empty. She was blank. She was nothing but silent as she stealthily hopped onto the last ledge of a stair case that led to the second floor. The stone steps seemed to groan underneath her lithe figure and they creaked as they slowly connected to the next stair case.
No one reached out to touch her, no one reached out to hug her. There was no comfort in the old, ancient castle. The people inside Hogwarts were just as dry and stoic as the grainy stone walls it was erected on.
It was obvious by now that Kamilla Lestrange did not lead a perfect life. She had had her fiancee stolen by one of her best friends. And that one act had caused her life's weak foundations to be exposed. And quickly, her enemies had pounced. They had beaten at the girl until the thin structure collapsed.
It wasn't anyone's fault but her own.
It was as if she was a foolish enemy that charged angrily at the mirror. Spear in hand. Eyes blood shot and coal black.
With eyes just like her mother's.
She had made her mistakes. She had no where to run. And she simply wanted to fade away. She wanted to have a new life. Wipe the slate clean was the maxim that could applied. She wanted to scream.
But that mark her emotionless face with insanity.
And so, feeling suffocated she quietly slipped into an empty classroom.
She was void of emotion. She couldn't bring herself to explain the feelings she felt. Because she was confused. If she didn't love Jon, if she never had, why did she feel so hurt?
She had no where to run.
But hopefully, this class room would provide refuge.
crap. sorry.
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Post by Sofia Flint on Dec 27, 2008 23:18:22 GMT -5
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the cup is not half empty, as a pessimist says[/color] AS FAR AS HE SEES, NOTHING'S LEFT IN THE CUPa whole cup full of nothing for him to indulge in[/color][/font] Sofia continued to twirl her wand angrily.
She was so mad at herself for letting Jon do this to her. She was supposed to be a strong girl, one void of emotion that was anything but lust for other guys. Yet she had fallen deeply for Jon. He was the one guy she could honestly admit that she had been in love with, and Sofia hated this weakness.
No, she didn't think love was a general weakness for everyone... but the things it did to a person weren't always that helpful. Take, for instance, the fact that anyone could pull a blow at Sofia with Jon and she'd become angry instantly. If they wanted to yank her chain, it was as easy as mentioning his name. The only upside to her emotions now was that she got angry instead of depressed. Sofia Flint was not known for sadness and tears; She was known for her anger and ruthless nature.
She ground her teeth in anger, still trying to figure out what she was going to do, when she heard the door open. Startled, Sofia flipped around, her wand pointing at the intruder. Sofia's eyes were narrowed, and her anger had not ceased. It had merely intensified, surly the fault of the person who had just entered the room. Did they dare think they could come in on Sofia while she was brooding over Jon?
"What do you want?" Sofia snapped. She continued to glare at the newcomer, soon recognizing who it was: Kamilla. "Oh... It's you."
It was clear to anyone with eyes that, no matter what kind of charade they tried to put on, these two clearly weren't friends. They might have been, years ago when they were ignorant and in the same house, but Sofia had learned to hate Kamilla. After all, she was the reason that Jon had walked away.
[ooc; Don't worry about it, love, I understand :]]
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Post by Kamilla Lestrange on Dec 27, 2008 23:57:45 GMT -5
Sofia's snapping words, slicing wand, and envious green eyes were meant to pain Kamilla. They were directed at her with hate, animosity, and disgust. Before, Kamilla would have been reduced to a squirming, sputtering child. She would have fretted, rubbed her knuckles dry of skin, and force her mouth to form bitter words. But today, she merely glanced at Sofia. Her steel - green eyes meeting the vixen's ocean eyes. The glance was for a second, it was not long. It was brief. But it was breathtaking. Emotions were granted to Sofia. Emotions that were not anger or exasperation. Instead, they were a mixture of pity, envy, pride, and grief. She was tired of their petty fighting. She pitied Sofia's irrational, immature, and "free" nature. She envied how confident Sofia could be. She was proud of her house mate; she was beautiful, manipulative, cunning, and strong - like a Slytherin should be. But Sofia's obsessive nature was quickly eroding away her stoic, void nature.
It would have been amusing. Had it not been happening to Kamilla as well.
It repulsed her that she was as weak as Sofia. She did not like knowing that the two were both humans with similar problems. It brought them closer together. It united them.
And Kamilla would like to be as far away from the infected "virgin" as possible.
"Who were you expecting. Jon?" Kamilla said slowly, her words plain and slowly drifting towards the sneering blond.
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Post by Sofia Flint on Dec 28, 2008 0:11:33 GMT -5
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the cup is not half empty, as a pessimist says[/color] AS FAR AS HE SEES, NOTHING'S LEFT IN THE CUPa whole cup full of nothing for him to indulge in[/color][/font] "Who were you expecting, Jon?"
If Kamilla had been smirking when she asked Sofia the question, Sofia would have thrown back a retort filled with ice. But Kamilla's face was void of all sort of emotion toward Sofia. They usually bickered at each other, tearing at every loose bit and piece they could lay their pretty little fingers on. Now, however, Sofia could feel a change in the air.
Kamilla was hurting, too. Sure, she wasn't as angry and obsessive as Sofia was about it all. This fact alone bothered Sofia. She wished she wasn't so obsessive over Jon, but sometimes feelings could not be held back.
"No." Sofia answered, her own face and voice going void of emotion. "I wasn't expecting anyone, actually... Which is why I reacted that way."
Her explanation was something that she wouldn't usually give. Yes, it wasn't an apology, but it was close in Sofia's own way. She didn't usually explain things to people, unless she absolutely needed to. This was not a case for needing. She just did.
"If it had been him," Sofia said, her anger resurfacing a little, "I wouldn't have waited to let him speak before hexing him."
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Post by Kamilla Lestrange on Jan 1, 2009 1:48:53 GMT -5
Sofia's words were halting and slow. They formed a clumsy apology but Kamilla ignored it. It was better for her to dismiss it and act as if this entire scene was natural. They were both desperately trying to erase the emotion from the faces, smear the sadness until it blended away. They wore their masks with ease; it was habit now. Smile, laugh, wink. Frown, pout, snap. Everything was scripted out, everyone knew what their next reaction would be. But right now, in this densely crowded room, no one knew what to do.
And so, the two girls had resorted to honesty.
Sofia Flint and Kamilla Lestrange were not honest people. They were deceitful women who found a sadistic joy in manipulating others and watching them struggle. They were shrewd alone but together, they were a radioactive bomb.
"I thought you loved him." Kamilla said boldly, avoiding Sofia's eyes. They would flash with the Devil's glare and then shove all neutrality out. Kamilla knew that her blunt statement would make Sofia defensive. But she had to ask it anyways because she needed to know.
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Post by Sofia Flint on Jan 1, 2009 12:17:03 GMT -5
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the cup is not half empty, as a pessimist says[/color] AS FAR AS HE SEES, NOTHING'S LEFT IN THE CUPa whole cup full of nothing for him to indulge in[/color][/font] Like Kamilla knew all to well, Sofia's bright eyes flashed with anger, and her mouth opened to form a quick and nasty come back. However, very much unlike Sofia, it quickly closed, and her eyes lost their intensity. She, too, had noticed that it was just her and Kamilla, and they were, much to both of their dismay, alike in situations at the moment. They had both been involved with Jon and they had both been stung by his actions, especially now when he was in the company of Lucy Weasley.
Sofia tried to deny the fact that she had loved Jon. How could she love someone who went around and did things that hurt her? Who went and told other girls that he loved them, and then turn around and tell her that he loved her, too? But even Sofia, though hurt and angry at Jon, couldn't deny the fact that she had felt something deep for him, and maybe still did, though it was wounded and bitter.
"Yes," Sofia said softly. "I suppose I did..."
But even she could hear it in her own voice that 'did' was not the correct word for the sentence. Her love for him was not gone and past, it was simply hiding inside of her, still angry and not willing to come out on its own. And Sofia wouldn't be the one to let it out even if it wanted to be out. She'd cage it away and deny the emotion from ever resurfacing.
"Didn't you?" She asked, looking at the side of Kamilla's face.
She had forgotten how much she had always wanted the chance to get at Kamilla without others around. And now, with her wand in her hands and Kamilla's tucked away somewhere, she had a chance. However, Sofia wouldn't take it. She had never thought there'd be some kind of understanding between the two... but there was. It could have baffled Sofia, thrown her for a loop, but amazingly, it did not. [/blockquote]
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Post by Kamilla Lestrange on Jan 1, 2009 20:52:54 GMT -5
"No."
[/color] Kamilla's answer came out as a swift shrug. There was no hesitant pause as Kamilla did not need time to discuss her answer internally. She had never loved Jonathan Macnair and it wasn't a crime to admit it. She had confessed that much to herself. And while she bluntly shrugged and gave Sofia Flint a rather unsatisfying answer, she glanced at the beautiful girl - watching Sofia's green eyes burn into a dark, menacing coal black. Sofia knew, Kamilla knew. Everyone knew that when Sofia Flint slept with other boys, she dreamed of sleeping with Jon. Everyone knew that Sofia loved Jon, that she would never stop, and that a small portion of her heart had become dedicated to him. Kamilla had thought she and Sofia were the same - but they were not. Sofia could bring herself to trust Jon, to commit to Jon. Kamilla could not. "You suppose you did."[/color] Kamilla vacantly echoed - her statement coming out as a pondering question. Her words rung in the still air, slicing the hostile commotion with audible doubt. She didn't believe Sofia and Kamilla was sure that Sofia didn't believe herself either. [/size][/blockquote] |
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Post by Sofia Flint on Jan 1, 2009 21:10:16 GMT -5
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the cup is not half empty, as a pessimist says[/color] AS FAR AS HE SEES, NOTHING'S LEFT IN THE CUPa whole cup full of nothing for him to indulge in[/color][/font] "No."
The answer came bluntly and quickly, surprising Sofia quite a bit. She had always been a little sure that Kamilla had had some deep feelings for Jon, but maybe those feelings were nothing but infatuation for a little while. It was simply the feelings of two people who had entered a relationship -- Those first few weeks of sick puppy love that would either turn into nothing or something. And, seeing as how Jon had proposed to Kamilla, he had certainly felt something for her, but she did not.
"Surprising," Sofia murmured aloud.
She didn't care if Kamilla thought differently. She also didn't care if she offended Kamilla. They were being uncharacteristically honest toward each other. Maybe it was simply because they were in a quiet classroom together and not surrounded by a bunch of eye witnesses, in which case they would have to keep up appearances.
"You suppose you did."
Sofia's eyebrows furrowed, and she looked down at the wand in her hands. So easy it would be to just flick it and curse Kamilla, but why wasn't she? Because there was some unwritten contract between the two while they were in the room? Sofia looked up at Kamilla, her eyes still a little hard and her mouth in a thin line.
"So maybe I still do," Sofia said. "What's it matter? He's gone and went after the stupid blood-traitor."
Just thinking of Jon and Lucy made Sofia cringe. She did not want to see the pair together, see them laughing and grinning, see them holding hands and embracing... The thoughts made her bitter and angry, and Sofia was not a pleasant person when she was angry. She made the devil look like a puppy.
"God, how could he go after that?" [/blockquote][/color]
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Post by Kamilla Lestrange on Jan 6, 2009 16:27:28 GMT -5
Usually, Kamilla felt the innate need to roll her eyes and dart sharp tongue across Sofia's pride. She usually wanted to wound her, tease her, taunt her. Stroke a taunt out of her and then attack. Sofia was just another whore. She had no feelings. She did not deserve compassion. Kamilla knew that, everyone knew that.
But today, as Kamilla stood across from Sofia to watch her green eyes flicker with jealousy and grief, she felt a bit remorseful for her emotional abuse of Sofia. She had degraded the girl into a lowly prostitute. She had cast her off as a sexual toy - something that could never be loved and never should be loved. She had made Sofia into a inhumane monster - something Kamilla was and something that no one should ever be.
The feeling was terrible. And Kamilla knew that.
That was why her first response never subjected the silent air. She desperatley wished to scream and end the awkwardness. Her lips wanted to form piercing words that would hurt Sofia - as she was meant to do. "Because you chased him away, you whore!" But the words never left her lips, they never abandoned her mind.
Instead they were masked by stoic words. "You just want him more, don't you?"
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Post by Sofia Flint on Jan 10, 2009 15:29:14 GMT -5
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the cup is not half empty, as a pessimist says[/color] AS FAR AS HE SEES, NOTHING'S LEFT IN THE CUPa whole cup full of nothing for him to indulge in[/color][/font] "You just want him more, don't you?"
Sofia looked down at the wand in her hands, but not before she nodded. It was true. Her heart ached for Jon, and Sofia hated the weakness it brought to her. She couldn't deny the fact that she wanted him more than anything in the world right now. She wanted him more than she wanted to see Kamilla hurt and humiliated, or see Lucy at her greatest downfall, and those were two things that Sofia wanted a lot.
But Jon? He seemed like the only thing that could take her hostility down a few notches. Sure, she still had the vicious temper, but she didn't always act. She'd snap at the first years who spilled something near her, or jinx the poor girl who just happened to catch her in the wrong moment, but she'd never get the urge to do something so incredibly vicious. Jon seemed to be her restraint... The one thing that could hold her back from hurting others physically, and for that, some people could be thankful.
Now Lucy had him, and Sofia wanted more than anything to rip the girl to shreds.
"I do want him..." Sofia sighed. "And I really want to do some things to Lucy." Sofia looked up at Kamilla, smirking. "Did you know she's deathly afraid of water?"
[ooc; Sorry D: Crap post]
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Post by Kamilla Lestrange on Jan 12, 2009 17:58:28 GMT -5
"I didn't know that. Seeing as a I don't stalk her, Sofia."
[/b] Kamilla said with an equally challenged smirk. She did not like Sofia Flint. Even if someone interrupted this tense conversation and removed Sofia's arrogance, ignorance, and whore - ish nature, Kamilla would still not like Sofia. Because all the worst traits in the world created this girl. And without them, she wouldn't be Sofia Flint. She would be some weak, meandering Hufflepuff who raised kittens with a bottle. And that was not Sofia Flint. Sofia Flint was pure evil laced with lust. And she was everything Kamilla was not. She had always regarded the blond as someone who was strong. But now, locked in this empty classroom, Kamilla felt her smirk grow a bit. Sofia was so weak! She was driven by this pathetic crush. Love did not exist in this world, not for her anyways. Jon had been right. She had never experienced love and therefore would never know what it was. But if that one inexperience made Kamilla stronger than Sofia, she would embrace it. [/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by Sofia Flint on Jan 20, 2009 19:52:33 GMT -5
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the cup is not half empty, as a pessimist says[/color] AS FAR AS HE SEES, NOTHING'S LEFT IN THE CUPa whole cup full of nothing for him to indulge in[/color][/font] [ooc; sorry it took so damn long!!]
Sofia shrugged off the comment. She knew that the few minutes where they were linked together on some common ground would not last. It was not like Sofia Flint and Kamilla Lestrange to get along. If anyone were to walk by this room and stumble upon them, they would stop dead in their tracks, blink twice, rub their eyes, and still remain unconvinced. It was incredibly unlikely that the two Slytherin girls would ever get along. There was always something between them, and it wasn't a good something either.
"Neither do I," Sofia said, crossing her long tan legs. She admired the way her smooth, flawless legs looked in the skirt she was wearing. They were gorgeous legs, and Sofia didn't care if she was vain or not. She knew she was damn beautiful, and even more so knew that her confidence often bothered Kamilla. She didn't know why it did, she just knew it did. The thought made her grin as she looked up at the paler girl in the room. "It's a shame you had the impression that I would go to such levels as stalking a Weasley girl."
Sofia wouldn't be caught dead stalking anybody. What would that look like for her reputation? She was known to be the stalkee, not the stalker, and if the tables ever turned, everything would go to hell for her. Besides, Sofia never found the urge to follow someone around. Sure, there were times when she wished she knew where some people were, but she never acted upon such thoughts. They were simply thoughts and nothing more.
"Detention's a bitch. You get stuck with people you don't like, but sometimes you find out some useful information..." Sofia grinned at the memory of spilling water on Lucy, who had a mental breakdown when it happened, and practically flailed herself around the room. It would have been all the more enjoyable if Jon hadn't shown up.
"I thought you would know that, Kamilla... But what, you're a prefect, aren't you? You're supposed to be a good girl." She wasn't meaning to be so jeering, but she was smirking. The words would just come naturally to her, be it childish or not. She didn't care if Kamilla found her childish. What kind of relationship would this be if she did?
A friendship, and that was something Sofia wasn't particularly keen on when it came down to Kamilla Lestrange.
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