Morsmordre! Dookie & Vamp

[thedookienut]

Charlotte immediately glared at Natalia through the corner of her eye. "What's it got to do with you?" She asked, diverting her eyes so that she could look at the bruise on her face. "This is my problem, not yours. Why don't you just back off?" She snapped, pressing her lips together and turning to the other girl. Of course she was angry. Of course she hated Natalia. She had no reason to, the girl just annoyed her. She swallowed hard and tried hard not to cringe whenever she spoke. Her cheek stung and the pain was inbearable. She swallowed and turned back to the sink. A flurry of blonde hair turned with her head and stuck against her damp face.

She rolled her eyes and continued to observe the mark. "Oh, who cares?! He has feelings for everyone. It's not like he's selebate!" She waited for a moment, watching the girls reaction. "He's been with more girls than you have had breakfasts, what makes you think they're actual feelings. They're all his trousers." She washed her face once more, trying to cool down the bruise. It was a feeble attempt, any pressure was intensely painful. "It's just a bruise, calm down." However it had been more than that.


***


Charly lay next to the Ravenclaw, calmly drawing on his chest after such an eventful afternoon. She rested the duvet above her chest, allowing her hair to spill over the pillow. The boy, Francesco Thompson, laid with his arm around her, his muscular arms cradling her. They spoke of very little for a while, just enjoying and recovering; at least on his part. "You talking to George again?" It took her by surprise and she almost gasped. "No, he's an idiot." She said, kissing his neck. She nibbled it, hoping to divert the conversation away from the truth. "I heard you were doing more than talking to him."


This time, she did gasp. "How can you even think that? You know I'm yours." She said, sitting up. She held the quilt against her chest, looking down at him with disgust. He sat upright and glared. "Levi saw. Angela told me too." He spat, climbing out of bed and pulling clothes back on. Charly watched, shocked that someone was even suggesting such truth. "Frankie, stay. You know I'm not like that. I changed, just for you." She shuffled forwards and took his arm.


It was in that brief moment, he swung his arm around and let his hand collide with her face. She turned away, her mouth wide and her face filled with shock. She glared at him and moved to pull on her robes. "Fuck you." She spat, tying her bra together and pulling on her clothes. "You're a dick, Thompson. You're shit in bed and you're no fucking Quidditch player." She spoke hard words then headed for the door. "You can keep this shit. I know they aren't real." She pulled a 'ruby' necklace from her neck and lifted her hand to throw the jewellery at him. The man's first action hasn't been the cause of her mark. It was his next that caused it. He took her arm and stopped her in her tracks. "Filthy fucking whore." He grabbed her wrist and pulled her close. Charly frowned and waited for whatever was going to happen. She looked up at him, almost terrified. It one foul move, he pushed Charly forwards, pushing her into his bedside table, in an attempt at pushing her back onto his bed. She shrieked and fumbled for heR wand. "You stay away from me! Stay the hell away from me!" Her face was red and her eyes filled with tears. "Stay the fuck away from me!"


She stood, wand out and attempted to get to the door. The man stood between her and her exit. She looked around the room and made a dash around the left side of the room. He swerved and caught her robes. He pulled her in again and almost pressed her against the closest wall. She swung her palm and hit him, causing him to step back. Charly quickly sprinted for the door and out the Common Room.


***


She turned to Natalia and spat again. "I don't need your help."

[VampWiz08]

Natalia raised her arms once again and sighed. "Alright, fine. Forgive me for actually trying to be nice," she replied, ignoring the Charlotte's statement of how many girls George had bedded, mostly because she either didn't believe it, or didn't want to believe it. She turned on her heel and walked out of the bathroom, pushing open the door a bit harder than she should have (out of anger) and nearly knocked over Charlotte's cronies, all of whom were crying. In Natalia's mind, there was no need for that. It was pointless, really.

"Look, you stuck up little prats," she began shouting at the crying girls. "I don't want to see you fucking losing your shit over something that didn't even happen to you. I understand being 'faithful' cronies to your bitch of a friend in there, but the tears? I mean, come ON! That's not necessary."

With that, she pushed her way through the girls, ignoring their surprised reaction to her outburst and bumped straight into George, who caught her by both of her arms. She stared at him with wide eyes, not knowing how long he was standing there, how much he had heard, and what his reaction to the whole thing was. It felt like hours, how long she was staring at him unblinkingly, though it was merely just minutes. Her mouth opened and closed rapidly as she tried to speak to him, but words and sentences couldn't form not only in her mouth but in her brain. She eventually managed to mutter and "I'm sorry" before walking away from him.

She quickly returned as she realized she forgot her bag in the bathroom. Natalia darted in, muttering an "I'm just grabbing my bag so leave me alone, please" as she grabbed her bag from underneath the sink she was at before. Quickly, she dug through it, making sure that Charlotte hadn't taken anything from it in the five minute span this was all occurring in. Her lips turned up into a smile of relief when everything was still in there.

She darted out of the bathroom once again, ignoring the looks from the girls, and ran directly into George, again. It seemed to her that he stopped right in front of her on purpose. "What?" she growled at him, now angry and annoyed that he would stop her. She shifted her bag onto her shoulder and her weight to one foot, her eyes looking up at him with sheer annoyance. "What do you want?"