Morsmordre! Dookie & Vamp

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George Nott
17
Slytherin
12" Aspen Dragon Heart String

Charlotte 'Charly' McDougal
17
Slytherin

“I’m sure whatever it is, it can wait.” Screeched the schools resident Transfiguration teacher. Her voice echoed across the room, directed a two Slytherin boys who were too busy whispering to care of what she was teaching them that day. "It's your future career thats at stake here, Mr Nott. Unless, of course, you no longer wish to join such a noble and brave profession, which I deem unlikely." With a sigh and a snarl, George stuffed the newspaper into his robes pocket and pulled out the parchment he should have been writing on. He looked up at the blackboard and began coping her notes.

His lack of drive was often compared to his father: William Nott, husband of Joy Nott nee Prewett, Assistant head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. George despised the man. His childhood had been restricted completely by what he could do, should do, and couldn't do. As well as Pure-Blood Pride. He had been almost locked away from the world, deprived of everything but what his parents saw correct and right. Of course, George did have drive and passion that somewhat resembled his parents'. George was , for the second year running, Captain of Slytherin's Duelling Team. It was perhaps the only thing he really did care about in school, he enjoyed nothing more. The thrill and excitement was paramount. Although the injuries were quite painful. He sustained plenty of those over the years.

When the lesson ended, George stood and walked quickly out of class, only to be stopped by his Professor. She spent a good while going over the purpose of his N.E.W.Ts, and how important they were. Truthfully, George would have liked to be an Auror, though now he was beginning to change his mind. There were rumours, whisperings among the Slytherin house. Most chose to shrug them off, but George, like a few others, were driven towards it. The idea of overpowering the one force who had such a heavy control of his life was invigorating. It was a breath of fresh air, a cool breeze during humid summer. Of course, they were just rumours but he knew the plenty of people in the right places that would surely tell him the truth.

He began his descent down the staircases, hoping to reach the Common Room before it got too busy. That was the main plus side to the later years in school; for the next two hours he could sit freely without any lessons and simply relax. Although, he did have Ancient Runes work to get done before Friday. He hurried down, slipping between groups and carefully missing the most tricky of steps. Soon, he was mumbling the password and allowing himself into the Common Room. George wasn't a Prefect, much to his parent's disappointment, although he'd convinced them that Dippet had told him 'favouritism wasn't encouraged in the school' however being part of Slughorn's most famous of 'clubs' was certainly something to be proud of. George sighed and began to work, hoping the room would stay quiet for just a little while.

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http://www.xanga.com/photos/property.aspx?id=279826942 (Sorry about the link. It won't let me post it any other way.)
Natalia Winters
16, nearly 17
Slytherin
12 3/4", Blackthorn, Unicorn Hair

At the words spoken from the terribly aging, bun-headed professor being spoken toward her best friend, Natalia rolled her bright, sky blue eyes and looked at him carefully, a small smirk on her surprisingly delicate features. He was always getting into trouble in classes, but, being a Slytherin, it was very typical of almost every member of the snake house. She reverted her gaze from George back to the Transfiguration professor, her hand neatly scribbling a few notes from the lesson with her quill onto the small piece of parchment on her desk. Behind her, she heard George fold and tuck the magical newspaper into his robes and pull out his own piece of parchment to scribble his own messy notes. Natalia doubted he was even taking notes. To her, he was probably more or less just doodling little inappropriate images all over the page. She smiled softly to herself at the thought and went back to paying attention to the teacher she disliked the most.

After a while, while the Head of Gryffindor house rambled on and on about who knows what, Natalia began to think about herself, her life. Her parents weren't Slytherins, and were honestly surprised when they found out their only daughter ended up in the house that they hated oh so much. She never understood why, but they just hated the house donned with green and silver. Growing up, she had it easy. Her parents weren't all that strict, and had three extremely overprotective brothers that had ended up beating up more boys than she could count just because she was spending time with them. George wasn't one of them, though. Why, she wasn't sure, but her brothers seemed to trust him. He was her best friend, and nothing would have ever changed that. They met on the train ride their first year, and talked the entire ride through the unexpected beauty that surrounded the track from Platform 9 3/4.

And even though her parents hated Slytherins, their love for her never changed, and seemed to grow when she was announced the female prefect for the house she so truly belonged. Eventually, she became head of house in her seventh year, and believed there was the slightest of jealousy from George. Of course, he wasn't jealous at all because he didn't give a rat's behind about it. He just played on it for whatever reason.

When the class finally ended and she packed her things, Natalia tucked her supplies into her schoolbag and began to walk out of the classroom and talk with her best friend as he was so rudely stopped by the old geezer that taught her least favorite class. She frowned and pulled her schoolbag over her slender shoulder and finally walked out of the scarily bright classroom. She sighed and turned towards the main staircase of Hogwarts, somehow seeming to find every wrong one. Each set of stairs turned in the wrong direction, causing her from reaching her destination, the Slytherin common room. Her brows furrowed as she walked angrily from staircase to staircase, getting more and more upset as the staircases kept her from her destination. It's not like she had anything to do, anyway. She had already finished her work for her other classes that was due in a few days. It was probably the bit of Ravenclaw in her. All she wanted to do was just sit next to George and talk, like they always did. There were rumors going around the school that she wanted to address with me. It's not like, if the rumors were true, that he would even want to be on "that side". He was going to follow in his father's footsteps, as far as she knew.

Natalia finally reached the common room door and mumbled the password as she adjusted her schoolbag on her shoulder. She walked in, very agitated, and looked around the dark room for George. The common room was her favorite place in the school. Slytherin house was located in the dungeon's under the school, the windows surrounded by the Black Lake. She loved it, the darkness. It was peaceful to her.

When she finally found George, she raised a platinum eyebrow at the fact that he was actually working on his schoolwork, and walked over to him. She dropped the bag onto the ground with a loud thud! and crossed her arms angrily over her chest. "I can't believe you beat me here," Natalia told him, a cold tinge in her voice. "The damn staircases would not let me get here. They kept changing, and I kept running into terrified first years, and UGH!" She groaned and threw her hands in the air with frustration. "What am I supposed to do about that?"

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(Use the image URL. Right click and it should say 'Copy Image URL'. That's the only way to get the picture to show up with the 'insert image' button thing.)

George had been a good half way down the page he should have been translating when Natalia stormed in. He laughed a little and shook his head, rolling his eyes the way he always did. "You know, it'd be a whole lot easier if you paid attention to which staircases went each way." He laughed. George carefully tucked his parchment inside his book and tucked the book back into his bag; no point working whilst friends were around. "To say you've been here seven years and you still don't know the directions of the stairs, it's a wonder why you didn't get Ravenclaw." He added, laughing once again. He pulled off his robes and left his wand comfortably on his lap.

Perhaps it was a force of happen, or maybe it was a vain statement, but George had often spent hours at a time, admiring his wand. He would turn it this way and that, looking at how the designs drifted about the handle. He was proud of what he'd been given, after all, it wasn't often a wand carrier knew the meaning of their wand wood. His father had been given Blackthorn, which was no big surprise but his brother carried Pine. He'd found out that the latter wood was no wand for a warrior but someone who's life would be long. Only after his brother left school and began his apprenticeship did it make sense.

"Someone should make you a map." George laughed, adjusting the pillows behind him to make a much more comfortable seat. "Least then you won't get stuck or lost. Either that or I'll have to hold you hand." He smirked and moved up a little so she could sit down. The Common Room may not have been large enough for the entire house, but more often than not, few people chose to spend time in the Common Room. He yawned and stretched out, enjoying the heat of the fire.

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(Did the image work, at least? It won't let me do it the other way. Oh, well.)

Natalia watched him pack away this things before letting a small growl escape her thin, light pink lips. "I have paid attention," she said with an air of coldness, "They just weren't cooperating with me today." She sighed out of pure annoyance and shook her head, her long platinum locks swaying to and fro. Her hair was so bright that she was often mistaken for a Malfoy. She was happy she wasn't a Malfoy, however, seeing as she actually loathed the family. They just... Weren't her, how should I say it, "type" of people.

"Besides, I'm glad I'm not Ravenclaw. I hate those pretentious gits, you know that," Natalia told him with a bit of a smirk on her face. Most Slytherins wouldn't have used the word "pretentious", but she was different. Both of her parents had come from the house to blue and bronze and had had seemingly inherited their brains. Many wondered why she was a snake rather than an eagle. Sometimes, even she did, but little did she know it was something of her destiny to be in the house of green and silver. "Ravenclaw, though my parents were there, are the worst house to me. And that's saying something seeing as I also strongly dislike Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs."

Her bright blue eyes watched him examining his wand for a few moments. George seemed to do that a lot. He loved his wand, and she knew that. But sometimes, she found his random moments of silence to stare at his wand a bit of an annoyance. Of course, Natalia never said anything about it because she didn't want to fight with him. She hated fighting with him; he was her best friend, her only friend, and couldn't stand the though of losing him. She looked up from his hands after a few moments to look at his face. He was starting to grow up very handsomely. She loved his eyes, his hair, his nose, his lips. But mostly his eyes. Natalia often found herself lost in his eyes for no exact reason why. She would just stare, and hope he never noticed.

When George finally spoke again, she looked away and a faint pink appeared in her cheeks at the mention of him holding her hand. "Then maybe someone should make me a map or..." she trailed off quietly, averting her gaze from him once again and darting her eyes across the room as she tried to hide the blushing that was threatening to worsen in her cheeks. She could feel her face getting warm, and hoped he wouldn't notice in the darkened room.

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(Ah well, just find another image, if anything. By the way, I'm using this for wand woods and for spells and stuff I tend to use potter wiki. Just google it if you don't know what I mean, the wiki will be the one I am using. Also, when I introduce a new character, I'll put a brief CS up onto my first post, just so you know.)


George laughed once more. "Ravenclaws aren't fantastic. They're all brains, tactics and nothing else. Useless bunch really." Of course he was talking about duelling but it was still true. "I'm glad you're one of us, it'd be a waste if you weren't." He smiled, tucking his wand down the side of him. "You'd be damn near useless to them. You've more than just brains." It took him a further moment before he spoke again. "I didn't mean any offence either, just incase you took any." He wasn't entirely sure if she had taken any, yet it was better to be safe.

He shifted a little in his seat and moved so he was sat comfortably again. "Want me to draw you a map then?" He grinned, glancing at you. He noticed the sudden flush of her cheeks but spoke nothing of it. She was good looking, he could say that. She was pretty much his type too, but so was she. Another girl appeared through the Portrait Hole, followed by a group of other girls. She was similar in looks to Natalia, yet taller and more feminine, so to speak. Her hair wasn't so blonde either, it held more hints of brown than the lighter shades. She passed a smile to George and walked over. Her name was Charlotte, or Charly as most called her. She was the type of girl that took the men she wanted, regardless of their status. If she wanted them, then she got them.

George smiled and moved up a little incase she chose to sit between him and his friend. It was no secret that there had been something going on between the two of them last year, in fact they'd been dating for around three months before she dropped him. Charly beamed a smile at George before shooting something a little more fake at Natalia. "So, you coming to Care of. later?" She asked, playing with her hair a little. As per usual, it was down. The girl never were it up, not even for the school's Yule Ball last year when they'd played host to the Triwizard Tournament. "You know full well that we're doing the project together. You're the only one who knows anything about manticores." Her tone was flirtatious enough, more than enough to have George waiting and tending to her every need.

"Of course." He stammered, passing her smile back. "You saved my ass in the mermaid essay last year." Charly laughed and shook her head. "It was nothing. You were in the Hospital Wing for most of that term anyway. It was the least I could do." She grinned. George was no stranger to the Hospital Wing, after all he did spend a lot of his time throwing the more effective spells across the duelling arena.

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(This isn't quite who I wanted you to see, but she's close enough. No streaks in her hair, but the color and eyes are right. Just image more of a rounded face, thinner lips, less eye makeup, and a smaller nose. )

Natalia's thin shoulders raised up into a small shrug at his words. "No offense taken," she said simply with a minuscule smile, mostly because the heat that had been previously raising onto her face was starting to thin a bit. That meant the pink was starting to fade slightly. "I'm glad I'm more than just brains to you. I know I'm more than that. I've got more loyalty that many of our fellow snakes combined. And no, I don't need a map. I think I'm fine, actually."

She smiled at him again, but it quickly turned into a grimace as Charlotte walked in. Natalia knew the type of girl the other blonde was, and truly disliked her. Charlotte was the type of girl that got who or what she wanted, just by batting her disgustingly long eye lashes at any boy that walked past her. It irked Natalia to know that such people existed in the world. Natalia didn't know exactly how her best friend thought about her, but if they had any sort of chance at becoming a couple, "Charly" was her biggest competition. All she wanted was Charlotte out of the picture. When George and the "other" blonde dated the previous year, though a short amount of time, Natalia had been lonely. Charlotte had, as far as Natalia was concerned, purposely spent all of her waking moments with George, walking with him to class, snogging in broom cupboards between classes, sitting next to him whenever she had the chance, and flirting with him in front of Natalia just to annoy her.

Charlotte's fake smile was returned with one as equally fake, but excruciatingly cold. Natalia rolled her eyes as Charlotte sat down between the two friends, and once again crossed her arms over her chest. She stared coldly at her fellow blonde Slytherin as she spoke to the male in a tone that rattled Natalia's bones. When Charlotte finished speaking, Natalia's mouth opened at the stammering from her best friend. Out of annoyance, she grabbed her school bag and darted back out of the common room, forgetting that she, too, had Care of Magical Creatures with them. Of course, she had finished the project already, but in her angry and annoyed haste to get out, she forgot to grab her books.

As quickly as she could, she made her way to her own private spot within the school that no one else knew about. It was a place hidden next to the library, and she believed she was the only one that knew about it. Natalia set her schoolbag down and sat facing a wall, her eyes watering out of anger. She sobbed quietly to herself so that no one could hear her or find her. She hated crying, and didn't do it often; only when she was so angry that she couldn't control herself anymore.

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Charlotte smirked a little at Natalia's reaction to the whole situation. It was the sort of thing she enjoyed, wrecking things in order to keep the way of the world. She got what and who she wanted, everyone else got out of her way. Many could have said she should have been Gryfindor, but her cunning and devious plans were the reason that old hat had put her in such a house. Although, of course, to her parents it was her Ambition and drive that put her in such a place. "I think I upset you're girlfriend." She laughed, pouting as she spoke. She turned to watch Natalia leave and allowed the girl time to hear George's simple response.


"She's not my girlfriend." It may have been only a simple statment, but Charly had meant it to hurt. She tossed her hair and stood, bumping into the books Natalia had left on the table. She smiled and turned to George. "I think I upset her, I'll take these to class and apologise then." George shook his head, clearly unaware of the real reason his ex was taking the books. Of course, to him and many of the other men Charly had dated, her true intentions were invisible and unclear. She stood, kissed his cheek and disappeared out the Common Room, the books clutched tightly against her chest. George didn't really clue into the reason his friend had suddenly left them to talk between themselves. For all he knew, she'd forgotten something and that was likely. He flicked through his Runes homework again and soon gave up.

A short while passed before he started down towards the grounds. He kept his eye out for his friend, still blissfully unaware of the problems he had caused. He managed to get to the usual spot the lessons took place and soon found Charly already there, chatting away to the friends she always brought with her. George looked around for Natalia, a little bewildered by her lateness.

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Natalia, in her private little hidden cupboard, wondered what George saw in Charlotte. She was a cruel girl with no consideration of anyone but herself. Natalia hated girls who knew how to get what they want, whenever they want. She was the opposite of that. In fact, she only got what she wanted through begging and pleading.

When the tears finally subsided and she walked out of the closet, she noticed the halls were nearly empty. She looked down at the small watch wrapped around her petite wrist and slung her bag over her shoulder. With wide eyes, she ran breathlessly through the halls in order to make it to Care of Magical Creatures. For once, the class wasn't out on the grounds, but inside of a classroom. Natalia knew she was late, extremely late, but she continued to run like she never had before.

By the time she made it to class, a few strands of hair was stuck to her sweaty face, her face was flushed, and she couldn't breathe. She gave the professor a small, apologetic smile and looked around the room for an empty seat. Natalia groaned inwardly when she saw that George had someone next to him, and the only available seat next to Charlotte. She figured her nemesis had done it that way on purpose, just to get on Natalia's nerves even more.

"Five points from Slytherin as soon as you sit down, Miss Winters," their professor said in a booming and confident voice. The noise that arouse from the Slytherins in the room was a groan of annoyance and hate, and all eyes were on her as she sat down. She rummaged through her bag to find her books, only to realize that, in her haste to leave Charlotte in the dust, had left her books back in her dormitory. Natalia groaned quietly and dropped her head onto her desk while she sensed the smile growing on the other blonde's face.

How can this day get any worse? she thought to herself as she sat back up and pulled out a quill and parchment, ready for whatever was to come their way.

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((Sorry about not replying, been at my boyfriend's. He has no internet for some reason. Let's go with this: Voldemort's around 25 now, but for one year only, Voldy's last year, all our character's went to school with him, for the one year only, as they were first years, so they would have missed Moaning Myrtle's death. But she is dead and haunting the toilets.))


Charlotte smirked when the girl sat down. "Oh, I was going to bring your books to you but I left them in the bathroom. The one's on the First Floor, I think." She added, whispering so's to keep the teacher's attention away from her. She tossed her hair a little and scribbled down whatever was going on at the front of the room. Perhaps she would have been the perfect candidate for a Dark Lord follower, someone with secret goals and no morals to hold them back: a sociopath in other words, but Charlotte had other ideas. She was going into Politics, something she'd found interesting since the beginning. She could already speak the right words and people would do as she asked. She giggled a little and passed George a charming smile when he turned round to notice Natalia had finally arrived. He mouthed 'You okay?' before turning around again. The lesson was simply on Manticores and he already knew a fair amount. He wrote idly and kept his attention off the whispering behind him. He felt bad for Natalia in a way, she didn't really have any other friends than him.

Prior to the lesson, Charlotte and two of her entourage had travelled to the haunted bathroom and hidden themselves before throwing Natalia's book directly at the ghost that lingered there. No more than two minutes later had she walked back into the room to find the spirit sobbing and hysterical. "What's wrong?" She'd asked, raising her eyebrow. "What's wrong?! You're asking me what's wrong?! Poor Myrtle's dead and everyone still thinks that throwing books at her is funny. That's what's wrong!" She yelled, rushing to put her face almost against Charlotte's. The blonde walked around the ghost and peered over the books. "I know who did this. I'll make her say sorry at dinner, I promise." She passed a fake smile to Myrtle and walked out the bathroom with an almost hideous grin on her face.

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((That's fine. I'm totally cool with that.))

Natalia gave George a small nod at his mouthed words and turned back to the professor. She could feel the tears threatening to fall down her already pale, tear-stained cheeks. She forced them to remain where they were rather than let them fall because, being the Slytherin that she was, didn't want to show any sign of weakness, especially not when she was sitting next to Charlotte. Her eyes remained on their professor, her hand trembling as it moved across the polished wood of the desk, wishing she had a quill and parchment to take notes. Miss Winters tried to pay as much attention as she could to him to let the information sink into her brain. Without notes, though, she knew it was going to be hard to retain the information without having anything to look back on when it came to studying for the exam.

An hour later, class had ended, and Natalia quickly darted out of the room, making sure to get away from Charlotte as quickly as she could. She wandered the grounds by herself knowing that she didn't have a class to attend until after lunch. Her thoughts wandered from George and Charlotte to just George to what she was going to do for the first Care of Magical Creatures exam without having any notes to study.

Eventually, she found herself at the boat house, and she sat down, her slender legs dangling over the edge, her feet just above the still waters of the Black Lake. Her sky blue eyes stared out at the horizon, and she couldn't help but smile as the giant squid hit the surface and splashed around. For the first time that day, Natalia actually felt happy.

In the distance, a faint bell could be heard signaling that classes were finished for the morning and it was now lunch. With a sigh, she heaved herself from her sitting position and made her way back to the Great Hall. She found an empty space at the Slytherin table and sat. She looked around for George, hoping that Charlotte wouldn't be with him, and she could just talk and joke and laugh with the one person that actually mattered to her without any sort of interruption.