9 May 2018, 04:42
The Lion's Vengeance
News spread fast through Hogwarts, and the news of the hour was that a cowardly, stinking, hufflepuff girl named Ami Poptropica or something like that, had beaten up Eris's friend in the middle of the night. She had hurt Dorian and his poor knee cap. Then had taken him to the hospital wing. Typical. Not even brave enough to leave him alone on the stairs, and not kind enough to leave him alone. The idea that someone had hurt Eris's friend made her blood run hot, and her face heat up. That hufflepuff would pay. Sure, Dorian could be a jerk sometimes, but he was a good person. And no matter what he was like, it was not okay for some random hufflepuff to attack one of Eris's friends, and one of her fellow rule breakers. Vengeance would be enacted.
But first, Eris would have to visit Dorian and convince him to help her exact vengeance on the girl. It had been her first priority of the day, to go visit Dorian. Well, not really. At first, Eris had tried to search for Aubren and Max, but the two of them had seemed to be busy., as Eris wasn't able to find them in the common room. After an hour of searching, and growing even more impatient by the minute, Eris had left Max a note and left the common room. She trusted that Aubren would show up at some point. Hopefully not for the violent part, where Eris plotted to break another first year's kneecaps. She didn't want to get chewed out by Aubren, not today. As much as she loved her friend, she didn't want Aubren's expected chewing out at the ideas circulating in around in Eris's mind.
Stalking through the halls with the most fiercesome expression a girl that was four feet tall and 11 years old could muster, Eris stormed up the stairs to the hospital wing. She was sure to scowl at any hufflepuffs that passed her by, making sure to let them know that she knew about their errant house mate, and would not let the insult to her friend, nor her house slide. She understood that something bad had happened to many of the hufflepuffs during a camp out, but she didn't see anybody she knew, so she didn't feel inclined to offer sympathy. The only hufflepuff children Eris could spot were random children in yellow and black ties, who she glowered at with the anger that only an an aggressive Gryffindor could.
Once she reached the Hospital Wing, Eris pulled herself up to her full height. An impressive 4'0 tall, if she said so herself. She stalked over to the front desk, where the Head Nurse sat. The two had encountered each other more than enough times, and Eris was not a fan of the stern, sarcastic lady. The woman didn't look up for a long moment, even though it was painfully clear that somebody was now in the room, due to the noise Eris's boots made as she stalked across the brightly scrubbed floors of the hospital wing.
The last time she had went to visit the hospital wing, the Nurse had laughed at her for believing in cooties and denied Eris, Peach, and Serena's belief in the dangerous epidemic.. Then some Sytherins had made fun of Eris and the two others, and the Nurse hadn't done anything about it. Eris wasn't ever going to forgot her first encounter with the nurse, and clearly, the nurse wasn't going to forget her.
The woman looked up from her desk, lips pulling back in a sneer at the sight of the small red head. "Back for more cooties vaccines?" The woman drawled, and Eris clenched her teeth. As much as she'd love to punch the woman, she truly didn't have the time too. It was time to focus on Dorian and that Ami whats-her-face girl.
"No, I'm here for Dorian Gray." Eris declared, as the woman sighed. She pushed up from her chair, not saying anything. Without a word to Eris, she lead the girl over to one of the beds then left.
Dorian was up and about, and without a word, Eris settled in the chair by the bedside. Once the nurse had left, Eris smirked at her friend. Without even greeting him, she launched into speech "So how are we getting back at that Ami chick. Because, obviously, she's going to pay for what she's done. I mean, I think tossing her into the great lake is a smart plan. But that's just me." Helping herself to one of the chocolate frogs Dorian had lying around, Eris sprawled on the chair, waiting for his reply.
But first, Eris would have to visit Dorian and convince him to help her exact vengeance on the girl. It had been her first priority of the day, to go visit Dorian. Well, not really. At first, Eris had tried to search for Aubren and Max, but the two of them had seemed to be busy., as Eris wasn't able to find them in the common room. After an hour of searching, and growing even more impatient by the minute, Eris had left Max a note and left the common room. She trusted that Aubren would show up at some point. Hopefully not for the violent part, where Eris plotted to break another first year's kneecaps. She didn't want to get chewed out by Aubren, not today. As much as she loved her friend, she didn't want Aubren's expected chewing out at the ideas circulating in around in Eris's mind.
Stalking through the halls with the most fiercesome expression a girl that was four feet tall and 11 years old could muster, Eris stormed up the stairs to the hospital wing. She was sure to scowl at any hufflepuffs that passed her by, making sure to let them know that she knew about their errant house mate, and would not let the insult to her friend, nor her house slide. She understood that something bad had happened to many of the hufflepuffs during a camp out, but she didn't see anybody she knew, so she didn't feel inclined to offer sympathy. The only hufflepuff children Eris could spot were random children in yellow and black ties, who she glowered at with the anger that only an an aggressive Gryffindor could.
Once she reached the Hospital Wing, Eris pulled herself up to her full height. An impressive 4'0 tall, if she said so herself. She stalked over to the front desk, where the Head Nurse sat. The two had encountered each other more than enough times, and Eris was not a fan of the stern, sarcastic lady. The woman didn't look up for a long moment, even though it was painfully clear that somebody was now in the room, due to the noise Eris's boots made as she stalked across the brightly scrubbed floors of the hospital wing.
The last time she had went to visit the hospital wing, the Nurse had laughed at her for believing in cooties and denied Eris, Peach, and Serena's belief in the dangerous epidemic.. Then some Sytherins had made fun of Eris and the two others, and the Nurse hadn't done anything about it. Eris wasn't ever going to forgot her first encounter with the nurse, and clearly, the nurse wasn't going to forget her.
The woman looked up from her desk, lips pulling back in a sneer at the sight of the small red head. "Back for more cooties vaccines?" The woman drawled, and Eris clenched her teeth. As much as she'd love to punch the woman, she truly didn't have the time too. It was time to focus on Dorian and that Ami whats-her-face girl.
"No, I'm here for Dorian Gray." Eris declared, as the woman sighed. She pushed up from her chair, not saying anything. Without a word to Eris, she lead the girl over to one of the beds then left.
Dorian was up and about, and without a word, Eris settled in the chair by the bedside. Once the nurse had left, Eris smirked at her friend. Without even greeting him, she launched into speech "So how are we getting back at that Ami chick. Because, obviously, she's going to pay for what she's done. I mean, I think tossing her into the great lake is a smart plan. But that's just me." Helping herself to one of the chocolate frogs Dorian had lying around, Eris sprawled on the chair, waiting for his reply.
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STA: 6 EVA: 7 STR: 1 WIS: 8 ACC 9 ACC: 9
abilities: transfig DC -5
9 May 2018, 17:02
The Lion's Vengeance
The silence after the girl Ami had left was a welcomed one, a feeling as if great weights had just been taken off his shoulder overtaking him and adding to his relaxed state. He lay in a complete mess on the bed, brown stains from the melted chocolate practically seeping into the sheets and the mattress below, but he didn't seem to mind it one bit as he lay still on his back and looked up at the ceiling. He looked absolutely filthy. All around his mouth showed evidence that he had been enjoying the chocolate. His cheeks and clothes also seemed to have indulged in the sweets, for they too were coated in the same brown ooze.
Shoving another chocolate frog into his mouth, he couldn't help but thank the Ami girl for bringing them to him. He rather enjoyed chocolates; could eat them right around the clock if he wanted, and had grown less wary of who they had come from. It had been some time since the girl had left and he was doing fine, which must have meant that the chocolates hadn't been poisoned. Believing his time would be better spent catching up on the notes from the classes he had missed, he reached for the nearest one which turned out to be from Charms class, and the bitter irony was not lost on him. He read through the pages in silence, his only companions the chocolate and the wide open space.
Some minutes later he heard a slight commotion coming from not too far outside the door, and he craned his neck in such a way that his ear would be facing the portal, trying to make out the voices. Only one seemed familiar despite its nearly muted quality, as it had been one that he had been hearing constantly for the past two days. The nurse was clearly in conversation with someone, else she had finally gone mad, and Dorian tried harder to make out the other voice. "No, I'm here for Dorian Gray." Eyes widening when he realized who the voice belonged to, he quickly tossed the book aside and turned with his stomach facing the bed. He subsequently started doing pushups, the physical activity being a show of something she and his other friends would be used to seeing him do rather than studying. He never liked to admit just how studious he was. Not to anyone.
As soon as she entered and sat in the chair next to the bed he turned his head to look at her but didn't stop doing the pushups until she spoke, getting right into the meat of the matter. Dorian plopped onto the bed, his stomach pressed flatly against the mattress. He looked over at Eris with a grin. "I knew there was a reason I like you!" The boy quickly adjusted his position, sitting cross-legged on the bed facing her. It never occurred to him that she might be taken aback to see him literally wallowing in his own filth given the state of the bed and his person, clad only in a tight white (now brown) merino and his underwear. "The lake does sound like a good plan. And hopefully, we do it on a good day when the giant squid is in one of his moods." He thought of something else, wanting to keep their options open in case last-minute changes would have to be made.
Evidently, he was not opposed to their scheme. He had already come to terms with himself that he would see justice served for the crimes against him, even if it meant taking matters into his own hands. He wanted her to suffer extreme humiliation or pain like he had felt when she broke his knee. It was amusing how naturally he and Eris dove into this conversation on vengeance. "I happen to know she hates flying. She practically spilled all the beans when she was in here earlier apologizing. Apparently, I was the excuse she needed to ditch her Flying class when all she really wanted was to get out of it because she's afraid of falling from a hundred feet in the air." Dorian rolled his eyes, the lazy sarcasm in his voice uncontainable. "Let's just push her off a very high place. Or better yet, tie her to a broom and jinx it to carry her over the Great Lake, and then let it toss her into it." That would essentially be killing two birds with one stone.
Shoving another chocolate frog into his mouth, he couldn't help but thank the Ami girl for bringing them to him. He rather enjoyed chocolates; could eat them right around the clock if he wanted, and had grown less wary of who they had come from. It had been some time since the girl had left and he was doing fine, which must have meant that the chocolates hadn't been poisoned. Believing his time would be better spent catching up on the notes from the classes he had missed, he reached for the nearest one which turned out to be from Charms class, and the bitter irony was not lost on him. He read through the pages in silence, his only companions the chocolate and the wide open space.
Some minutes later he heard a slight commotion coming from not too far outside the door, and he craned his neck in such a way that his ear would be facing the portal, trying to make out the voices. Only one seemed familiar despite its nearly muted quality, as it had been one that he had been hearing constantly for the past two days. The nurse was clearly in conversation with someone, else she had finally gone mad, and Dorian tried harder to make out the other voice. "No, I'm here for Dorian Gray." Eyes widening when he realized who the voice belonged to, he quickly tossed the book aside and turned with his stomach facing the bed. He subsequently started doing pushups, the physical activity being a show of something she and his other friends would be used to seeing him do rather than studying. He never liked to admit just how studious he was. Not to anyone.
As soon as she entered and sat in the chair next to the bed he turned his head to look at her but didn't stop doing the pushups until she spoke, getting right into the meat of the matter. Dorian plopped onto the bed, his stomach pressed flatly against the mattress. He looked over at Eris with a grin. "I knew there was a reason I like you!" The boy quickly adjusted his position, sitting cross-legged on the bed facing her. It never occurred to him that she might be taken aback to see him literally wallowing in his own filth given the state of the bed and his person, clad only in a tight white (now brown) merino and his underwear. "The lake does sound like a good plan. And hopefully, we do it on a good day when the giant squid is in one of his moods." He thought of something else, wanting to keep their options open in case last-minute changes would have to be made.
Evidently, he was not opposed to their scheme. He had already come to terms with himself that he would see justice served for the crimes against him, even if it meant taking matters into his own hands. He wanted her to suffer extreme humiliation or pain like he had felt when she broke his knee. It was amusing how naturally he and Eris dove into this conversation on vengeance. "I happen to know she hates flying. She practically spilled all the beans when she was in here earlier apologizing. Apparently, I was the excuse she needed to ditch her Flying class when all she really wanted was to get out of it because she's afraid of falling from a hundred feet in the air." Dorian rolled his eyes, the lazy sarcasm in his voice uncontainable. "Let's just push her off a very high place. Or better yet, tie her to a broom and jinx it to carry her over the Great Lake, and then let it toss her into it." That would essentially be killing two birds with one stone.
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Stam: 3, Agi: 3, Str: 4, Con: 7, Arc: 7, Acc: 6
11 May 2018, 04:39
The Lion's Vengeance
He looked like absolute garbage. Clothes and face stained in the sticky sweet brown color of chocolate frogs, while his cheeks shone with the shiny mess of melting chocolate, drying as it clung to his skin like a sickeningly sweet mud mask that middle aged woman might of gotten in spas. It was a funny sight, and Eris almost let out a laugh, just simply staring at Dorian, who was doing pushups against the wall. The absurdity of the situation was one for the books. A chocolate covered boy, supposed to be on bed rest, was doing push ups. He didn't stop his routine as Eris came in, and she rolled her eyes, smile growing on her face. Same old Dorian. At least his attack hadn't taken any of his personality out. And, he was clearly healing well enough to work out like a little Crossfit trainer in the making.
While chewing on a stray chocolate frog, Eris simply looked around the little area that Dorian was using as a bedroom. Not nearly as good as the Gryffindor Girls Dorms, nor anywhere near as homely as Eris's dorm. But at least Dorian was in good company now. Who wouldn't want to be with Eris? Maybe Adam, but that wasn't the point.
A book lay on the bed, looking in horrible condition due to the fact it had been thrown aside. Dorian must of been skimming the book or something, and had thrown it because he was bored. There was no other reason that Dorian Gray would be reading a book. Unless, of course, he liked to read. Although, he probably could of mentioned that in conversation once, if it was true.
Then Dorian turned around, and thoughts of the book faded away, as Eris grinned back at her friend. Plans of vengeance ran rampart through her head, each one more wicked then the last. Oh, Ami had messed with the wrong Gryffindor, and his extremely menacing two person army of first years with bad attitudes and penchants for punching. Oh, and Aubren. Her too. Not exactly a puncher, but still a deadly addition to the violent Gryffindor gang. Especially when she got her hands on a pillow or two.
Eris's grin grew when Dorian declared he liked her, and she stuck out her tongue, already stained with chocolate with a little giggle. "Are you sure you don't like me due to my impressive personality and my extreme height, or is it just my violent tendencies? It was hard to believe the girl who sat in front of Dorian, lounging in a chair was the same girl who had staggered into Hogwarts at the start of the year, shy and confused.
Ah, the differences one year and an assortment of bad role models and life experiences could do to a person. Leaning forward in the chair, Eris listened to Max with a rapt expression. She snorted at the notion of being afraid of flying, and when Dorian was done speaking, leaned back in the chair again with a pensive expression. How could somebody be afraid of flying? Flying was one of the best things at Hogwarts. It just felt amazing to fly above the school, and above the world, with no cares in the world.
"I mean, that might outright kill her. And that wouldn't look good on our resumes." Eris stated blandly, a rush of fear going through her, as she thought of the infamous wizarding prison that Harry Potter now resisted in. The Gryffindor girl might of been a trouble maker, but she was not in the business of killing people, yet.
So what could they do? Frowning, Eris tried to remember all the books she had read and the movies she had watched. There had to be something they could do to get Ami back for her heinous crime without doing anything too bad. Already, she had detention with Leonie, and did plan on starting a fire in the Herbology class room. Might as well not waste her time in detention on someone as stupid as Ami.
"What about if we use fear tactics? We wait a week or so, and every time we see her we can mutter and stuff. Then'll she'll be scared, but when we don't do anything, she'll be lured into false security. Then we can pounce. Maybe set off fireworks in her cauldron or jinx her. Nothing that'll be too bad, but something that will teach her a lesson."
Suddenly tired, and assuming that her plan was bad, the girl stood up and pulled the book off of Dorian's bed. Closing it, with a thud. "Don't ruin the book, Dorian." She said sharply, before he could even reply to her question about the plan to attack Ami. "Books are important. You never know what's going to happen in the pages of a book. They're get aways into a different world, and an escape. You need to cherish that, Hulk Smash."
Realizing she had said too much, Eris's face turned pink. Of course, leave it to Eris to talk about attacking a girl, then passionately talk about books. Only Hogwarts girls had the attention span, and the ever changing personalities that made it so they could change from one topic to another so fast. \
Hoping that Dorian would ignore her sudden nerd attack, Eris sighed and waited for his response. Hopefully her plan hadn't been horrible, and hopefully Dorian would be able to make the plan even better. Stupid Ami and her stupid kicks. Why couldn't she be a normal good hufflepuff, and just not attack people?
While chewing on a stray chocolate frog, Eris simply looked around the little area that Dorian was using as a bedroom. Not nearly as good as the Gryffindor Girls Dorms, nor anywhere near as homely as Eris's dorm. But at least Dorian was in good company now. Who wouldn't want to be with Eris? Maybe Adam, but that wasn't the point.
A book lay on the bed, looking in horrible condition due to the fact it had been thrown aside. Dorian must of been skimming the book or something, and had thrown it because he was bored. There was no other reason that Dorian Gray would be reading a book. Unless, of course, he liked to read. Although, he probably could of mentioned that in conversation once, if it was true.
Then Dorian turned around, and thoughts of the book faded away, as Eris grinned back at her friend. Plans of vengeance ran rampart through her head, each one more wicked then the last. Oh, Ami had messed with the wrong Gryffindor, and his extremely menacing two person army of first years with bad attitudes and penchants for punching. Oh, and Aubren. Her too. Not exactly a puncher, but still a deadly addition to the violent Gryffindor gang. Especially when she got her hands on a pillow or two.
Eris's grin grew when Dorian declared he liked her, and she stuck out her tongue, already stained with chocolate with a little giggle. "Are you sure you don't like me due to my impressive personality and my extreme height, or is it just my violent tendencies? It was hard to believe the girl who sat in front of Dorian, lounging in a chair was the same girl who had staggered into Hogwarts at the start of the year, shy and confused.
Ah, the differences one year and an assortment of bad role models and life experiences could do to a person. Leaning forward in the chair, Eris listened to Max with a rapt expression. She snorted at the notion of being afraid of flying, and when Dorian was done speaking, leaned back in the chair again with a pensive expression. How could somebody be afraid of flying? Flying was one of the best things at Hogwarts. It just felt amazing to fly above the school, and above the world, with no cares in the world.
"I mean, that might outright kill her. And that wouldn't look good on our resumes." Eris stated blandly, a rush of fear going through her, as she thought of the infamous wizarding prison that Harry Potter now resisted in. The Gryffindor girl might of been a trouble maker, but she was not in the business of killing people, yet.
So what could they do? Frowning, Eris tried to remember all the books she had read and the movies she had watched. There had to be something they could do to get Ami back for her heinous crime without doing anything too bad. Already, she had detention with Leonie, and did plan on starting a fire in the Herbology class room. Might as well not waste her time in detention on someone as stupid as Ami.
"What about if we use fear tactics? We wait a week or so, and every time we see her we can mutter and stuff. Then'll she'll be scared, but when we don't do anything, she'll be lured into false security. Then we can pounce. Maybe set off fireworks in her cauldron or jinx her. Nothing that'll be too bad, but something that will teach her a lesson."
Suddenly tired, and assuming that her plan was bad, the girl stood up and pulled the book off of Dorian's bed. Closing it, with a thud. "Don't ruin the book, Dorian." She said sharply, before he could even reply to her question about the plan to attack Ami. "Books are important. You never know what's going to happen in the pages of a book. They're get aways into a different world, and an escape. You need to cherish that, Hulk Smash."
Realizing she had said too much, Eris's face turned pink. Of course, leave it to Eris to talk about attacking a girl, then passionately talk about books. Only Hogwarts girls had the attention span, and the ever changing personalities that made it so they could change from one topic to another so fast. \
Hoping that Dorian would ignore her sudden nerd attack, Eris sighed and waited for his response. Hopefully her plan hadn't been horrible, and hopefully Dorian would be able to make the plan even better. Stupid Ami and her stupid kicks. Why couldn't she be a normal good hufflepuff, and just not attack people?
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sorry not sorry bout' what i said
STA: 6 EVA: 7 STR: 1 WIS: 8 ACC 9 ACC: 9
abilities: transfig DC -5
11 May 2018, 09:22
The Lion's Vengeance
There was only a wink that he had to offer in answer to her question of the reason why he liked her. Did it mean he liked her impressive personality, her 'extreme' height, her violent tendencies, or a mixture of all three? Whatever the action portrayed would be left up for interpretation, as he said and did nothing more in response. As for her counter to his revenge plot, he sighed loudly, knowing that she was right. They couldn't use any means that would prove too dangerous, bordering on fatal; criminal. It wasn't that he wanted to see such results come to fruition, but he rather liked his plan and would have enjoyed seeing it play out.
Under his breath, he mouthed "she might actually like that" in such a whisper as to seem imperceptible, but not truly taking care to not let Eris hear him. From their earlier meeting, he had gathered that the girl, Ami, was slightly unhinged. She must have been through some dark things in her past before she had come to Hogwarts, else she was in tune with a past life and some dark events therein. He wondered maybe if instead of plotting his revenge against her with Eris if he should be focusing on ways in which he could help her. It was possible all she needed was a real friend, someone to talk to and confide in. Did she already have that? Was he allowing himself to experience this moment of weakness because he felt sorry for her? Here he had three amazing friends, one of which was currently here with him planning ways to avenge his situation. It was enough to make him wonder.
Dorian opened his mouth to respond to Eris' new strategy on using scare tactics instead of actual physical assault. It made sense and her reason for straying from a more direct approach was warranted. It would not do to find himself expelled or worse over some little girl who didn't know how to keep her violent upbringing under wraps. His mother, at least, might finally acknowledge him as more than a nuisance if he managed such a thing. She was the type to enjoy a more violent approach to most situations. Before he could say a word, however, she launched into a tangent, railing into him about his mistreatment of the book he had haphazardly tossed aside like so much refuse, and also schooling him on the importance of books and why he needed to take care of them. His smile was transient, and it was mostly aimed at the nickname she had given him back in the common room. Something was clearly on his mind.
He did not, in fact, ignore her sudden nerd attack, feeling the need to question her passionate outburst to better understand her. It had occurred to him lately that he spent a great deal of his time around his friends, but he didn't know all that much about them. Their likes; their hates. Their hopes and dreams. Their fears. What drove them to want to achieve whatever they wanted to achieve. Maybe now while he had Eris alone in relative silence he could pick her brain and learn a thing or two, and maybe settle on a mutual understanding of one another. Bearing suddenly serious, he looked her straight in the eyes and urged them to meet his gaze. The questions he would ask her would seem far out of character for him as far as Eris knew, but he wanted to know.
"So you love books too then? It's not just me?" The first two questions were actually one with the same purpose. It was to affirm what he suspected; that she was a lover of the pages and all that they had to tell, while also exposing his own interest without revealing too much. It was all in the inflection; just enough detachment to rival the engagement and keep her guessing. "Can I let you in on a little secret?" he asked rhetorically without giving her much time to respond to his earlier question(s). "I'm not actually as meatheaded as people think I am. I've actually been passing all my classes and spend most of my free time reading to know more." He appeared skittish as he said all this, never having truly revealed all this to anyone. Eris was a rare case, one that he didn't think he would ever repeat.
Why he felt comfortable revealing such a thing to her was possibly due to his belief that she knew how to keep a secret, and that she was similar to him in the sense that when people looked at her they saw someone prone to violent outbursts and less cultured mannerisms. They would never suspect the budding intellect underneath. Dorian personally preferred it this way, for when people think you to be a fool or something less than them in mental acuity, they tend to let their guard down. It became that much easier to bypass their walls and do some serious damage from the inside. Dorian's main strategy in life was to portray that brutish outward image and have people underestimate him. As they did so he would use the opportunity to get far ahead of them without them being the wiser.
So far Max had been the only one to instantly see past his facade and call him out for what he was; a fake. He had seen through his smile and his stupidity during their first encounter which had shocked Dorian to no end. It had him revamping and redoubling his efforts to keep the truth under wraps. If Aubren knew she didn't say, but in any event, he wanted to keep the circle of people who knew the real him tight. He preferred it that way. There was this unexplainable hatred of people knowing the truth about him that he would never be able to explain, even if he tried. When it came on to his peers the feeling grew exponentially. Finally conscious of the mess that surrounded him - mostly because the drying chocolate was beginning to itch, he reached for his wand on the nightstand and incanted the spell Scourgify" while waving his wand. The cleaning effect was thorough, removing all the stains from his face, clothes, hands, the bed, and anywhere else the chocolate might have ensconced itself.
Replacing the wand on the table, he looked back to Eris at a point where she might have been through saying whatever she cared to say, offering a lopsided grin. "We're not done discussing Ami and whatever other trouble we can get into. I just wanted to clear the air between us before we go any further. We are friends after all, right?" It wasn't a question he really needed to hear an answer to, but he asked it nonetheless just to hear the words from her own mouth as if some unwanted insecurity had surfaced within him.
Under his breath, he mouthed "she might actually like that" in such a whisper as to seem imperceptible, but not truly taking care to not let Eris hear him. From their earlier meeting, he had gathered that the girl, Ami, was slightly unhinged. She must have been through some dark things in her past before she had come to Hogwarts, else she was in tune with a past life and some dark events therein. He wondered maybe if instead of plotting his revenge against her with Eris if he should be focusing on ways in which he could help her. It was possible all she needed was a real friend, someone to talk to and confide in. Did she already have that? Was he allowing himself to experience this moment of weakness because he felt sorry for her? Here he had three amazing friends, one of which was currently here with him planning ways to avenge his situation. It was enough to make him wonder.
Dorian opened his mouth to respond to Eris' new strategy on using scare tactics instead of actual physical assault. It made sense and her reason for straying from a more direct approach was warranted. It would not do to find himself expelled or worse over some little girl who didn't know how to keep her violent upbringing under wraps. His mother, at least, might finally acknowledge him as more than a nuisance if he managed such a thing. She was the type to enjoy a more violent approach to most situations. Before he could say a word, however, she launched into a tangent, railing into him about his mistreatment of the book he had haphazardly tossed aside like so much refuse, and also schooling him on the importance of books and why he needed to take care of them. His smile was transient, and it was mostly aimed at the nickname she had given him back in the common room. Something was clearly on his mind.
He did not, in fact, ignore her sudden nerd attack, feeling the need to question her passionate outburst to better understand her. It had occurred to him lately that he spent a great deal of his time around his friends, but he didn't know all that much about them. Their likes; their hates. Their hopes and dreams. Their fears. What drove them to want to achieve whatever they wanted to achieve. Maybe now while he had Eris alone in relative silence he could pick her brain and learn a thing or two, and maybe settle on a mutual understanding of one another. Bearing suddenly serious, he looked her straight in the eyes and urged them to meet his gaze. The questions he would ask her would seem far out of character for him as far as Eris knew, but he wanted to know.
"So you love books too then? It's not just me?" The first two questions were actually one with the same purpose. It was to affirm what he suspected; that she was a lover of the pages and all that they had to tell, while also exposing his own interest without revealing too much. It was all in the inflection; just enough detachment to rival the engagement and keep her guessing. "Can I let you in on a little secret?" he asked rhetorically without giving her much time to respond to his earlier question(s). "I'm not actually as meatheaded as people think I am. I've actually been passing all my classes and spend most of my free time reading to know more." He appeared skittish as he said all this, never having truly revealed all this to anyone. Eris was a rare case, one that he didn't think he would ever repeat.
Why he felt comfortable revealing such a thing to her was possibly due to his belief that she knew how to keep a secret, and that she was similar to him in the sense that when people looked at her they saw someone prone to violent outbursts and less cultured mannerisms. They would never suspect the budding intellect underneath. Dorian personally preferred it this way, for when people think you to be a fool or something less than them in mental acuity, they tend to let their guard down. It became that much easier to bypass their walls and do some serious damage from the inside. Dorian's main strategy in life was to portray that brutish outward image and have people underestimate him. As they did so he would use the opportunity to get far ahead of them without them being the wiser.
So far Max had been the only one to instantly see past his facade and call him out for what he was; a fake. He had seen through his smile and his stupidity during their first encounter which had shocked Dorian to no end. It had him revamping and redoubling his efforts to keep the truth under wraps. If Aubren knew she didn't say, but in any event, he wanted to keep the circle of people who knew the real him tight. He preferred it that way. There was this unexplainable hatred of people knowing the truth about him that he would never be able to explain, even if he tried. When it came on to his peers the feeling grew exponentially. Finally conscious of the mess that surrounded him - mostly because the drying chocolate was beginning to itch, he reached for his wand on the nightstand and incanted the spell Scourgify" while waving his wand. The cleaning effect was thorough, removing all the stains from his face, clothes, hands, the bed, and anywhere else the chocolate might have ensconced itself.
Replacing the wand on the table, he looked back to Eris at a point where she might have been through saying whatever she cared to say, offering a lopsided grin. "We're not done discussing Ami and whatever other trouble we can get into. I just wanted to clear the air between us before we go any further. We are friends after all, right?" It wasn't a question he really needed to hear an answer to, but he asked it nonetheless just to hear the words from her own mouth as if some unwanted insecurity had surfaced within him.
Reducio
I swear 3/4 of this is complete hot air and I'm sorry. Just wanted to make a few things about him clear. xD
✧Improvidus, Apto quod Victum✧
Stam: 3, Agi: 3, Str: 4, Con: 7, Arc: 7, Acc: 6
12 May 2018, 20:34
The Lion's Vengeance
Of course they couldn't talk about the more mundane part of her speech, which was obviously the beratement of one Ami Pinocchio. It was not a strange thing to plot the demise of hufflepuffs, at least not for students as blood thirsty and violent as Dorian Gray, Eris Fawley, and their inner circle. The shocking, and relativity new part of the conversation was the admittance of a deep rooted love of books from the boy in front of her. Eris opened her mouth to speak, small smile gracing her face at his question, but he kept talking within a heart beat, stating another question.
Eris wisely kept her mouth shut, sensing that her friend had a lot to say. When he finally got out all that he had to say, Eris repeated his words in her head. A sense of guilt accompanied his words, as Eris came to the abrupt realization that she knew next to nothing about the chocolate covered boy in front of her.
They might of been friends, united in a universal taste for violence and their ambivalence to houses besides Gryffindor, but that was all that they knew about each other. She would never of guessed that Dorian was a secret scholar--and that alone racked Eris with unnecessary guilt. Weren't friends supposed to know about each other's likes? Besides their hatred and violent natures, Eris knew naught about Dorian Gray. Maybe it was time to learn more about him before planning the attack on that Ami Poprock chick.
The trifling smile faded off of the petite girl's face at Dorian's words, but returned in full force. Even though Eris was hurt by her own assumptions about the brown haired boy she had grown to know in the past few months, that was no excuse for moping when Dorian seemed to be so scared about confiding his love of books. A pang of sympathy ran through Eris, watching her friend skittishly finish his sentence. As if she'd ever tease him for a love of books and studying, a love that occupied Eris's own heart.
Eris understood worries about sharing the smart side of yourself with people all too well. She hated telling people about her love of books, reading, and other parts of her personality that clashed with the reputation of a fierce girl she put out to the world. She hated being seen as less of a Gryffindor, and less of a brave person due to her love of books, and the fantasy words inside of their weathered pages. The stigma cast around the word Nerd was one that Eris feared immensely, which clouded her mind and thoughts when she thought of reading, or sharing her passions to the world.
Of course, she had never been called a nerd by anyone besides her mum and sister, who had notoriously laughed at her love of books as child. The fear still lingered though, rooted deep inside of her from her sister and mum's words. They seemed to think that reading was an atrocious crime, when you do anything else. What if the rest of the world thought that? Eris really didn't want to face finding out what the rest of the world thought about her innate passion for all things nerdy. That was as bad as stating she was a ravenclaw! Which she would never want to be. Besides for Adam, and sometimes Kaegen, most of the ravenclaws were weird and mean.
To prove his new secret, and partly just to clean himself off, Dorian muttered a spell and the chocolate dissipated away into nonexistence. At least, that was the point Eris figured he was trying to make. He then remarked that they weren't done talking about Ami, and that they were just clearing the air between them, and it was then that Eris was able to speak. Now she could finally take him seriously, and now, he also finally seemed done talking.
"We are friends." Eris remarked first, voice hard. The voice of a friend promising her loyalty, as she tried to convey without words that she understood Dorian's reluctance to share his intelligent nature. Then, after trying to convey that she understood him, Eris leaned forward in her chair.
Then she spoke again, impish smile spreading across her features. "To be honest, the fact you're a book worm changes nothing. Just means we're going to have to talk about books more often, instead of always plotting the untimely demises of hufflepuffs. And plus, now that I know about your extreme smarts, I have someone to turn too when I'm in need of homework assistance.." It was the truth though. Their teasing relationship didn't have to end due to his smarts, instead, it would just change for the better. Hopefully.
Eris wisely kept her mouth shut, sensing that her friend had a lot to say. When he finally got out all that he had to say, Eris repeated his words in her head. A sense of guilt accompanied his words, as Eris came to the abrupt realization that she knew next to nothing about the chocolate covered boy in front of her.
They might of been friends, united in a universal taste for violence and their ambivalence to houses besides Gryffindor, but that was all that they knew about each other. She would never of guessed that Dorian was a secret scholar--and that alone racked Eris with unnecessary guilt. Weren't friends supposed to know about each other's likes? Besides their hatred and violent natures, Eris knew naught about Dorian Gray. Maybe it was time to learn more about him before planning the attack on that Ami Poprock chick.
The trifling smile faded off of the petite girl's face at Dorian's words, but returned in full force. Even though Eris was hurt by her own assumptions about the brown haired boy she had grown to know in the past few months, that was no excuse for moping when Dorian seemed to be so scared about confiding his love of books. A pang of sympathy ran through Eris, watching her friend skittishly finish his sentence. As if she'd ever tease him for a love of books and studying, a love that occupied Eris's own heart.
Eris understood worries about sharing the smart side of yourself with people all too well. She hated telling people about her love of books, reading, and other parts of her personality that clashed with the reputation of a fierce girl she put out to the world. She hated being seen as less of a Gryffindor, and less of a brave person due to her love of books, and the fantasy words inside of their weathered pages. The stigma cast around the word Nerd was one that Eris feared immensely, which clouded her mind and thoughts when she thought of reading, or sharing her passions to the world.
Of course, she had never been called a nerd by anyone besides her mum and sister, who had notoriously laughed at her love of books as child. The fear still lingered though, rooted deep inside of her from her sister and mum's words. They seemed to think that reading was an atrocious crime, when you do anything else. What if the rest of the world thought that? Eris really didn't want to face finding out what the rest of the world thought about her innate passion for all things nerdy. That was as bad as stating she was a ravenclaw! Which she would never want to be. Besides for Adam, and sometimes Kaegen, most of the ravenclaws were weird and mean.
To prove his new secret, and partly just to clean himself off, Dorian muttered a spell and the chocolate dissipated away into nonexistence. At least, that was the point Eris figured he was trying to make. He then remarked that they weren't done talking about Ami, and that they were just clearing the air between them, and it was then that Eris was able to speak. Now she could finally take him seriously, and now, he also finally seemed done talking.
"We are friends." Eris remarked first, voice hard. The voice of a friend promising her loyalty, as she tried to convey without words that she understood Dorian's reluctance to share his intelligent nature. Then, after trying to convey that she understood him, Eris leaned forward in her chair.
Then she spoke again, impish smile spreading across her features. "To be honest, the fact you're a book worm changes nothing. Just means we're going to have to talk about books more often, instead of always plotting the untimely demises of hufflepuffs. And plus, now that I know about your extreme smarts, I have someone to turn too when I'm in need of homework assistance.." It was the truth though. Their teasing relationship didn't have to end due to his smarts, instead, it would just change for the better. Hopefully.
Reducio
((i swear to god Dorian, you talk to me about writers block then write a 1k post. you're the actual writing king))
Last edited by Eris Fawley on 24 May 2018, 07:55, edited 2 times in total.
sorry not sorry bout' what i said
STA: 6 EVA: 7 STR: 1 WIS: 8 ACC 9 ACC: 9
abilities: transfig DC -5
15 May 2018, 20:45
The Lion's Vengeance
She would never know this, not by willing participation on his part at least, but her affirmation that they were friends made him feel something warm and tingly inside. He didn't have the words to describe the feeling accurately, but all he knew was that it made him feel good, whatever it was. He tried as best as he could to hide his simper, going so far as to gather up his pillow and covering his face with the thing. It wouldn't do to have Eris witness him gushing over her three simple words.
Dorian slowly moved the pillow from his face and shook his head at Eris and a statement she made. "I wouldn't call it extreme smarts. More like an 'I can manage' sort of deal." He got off the bed from the side opposite to where Eris sat and stretched for the umpteenth time, chasing away the remnants of laziness that lingered. His concealing clothing or lack thereof didn't seem to make him self-conscious in the least, not even in front of Eris. He felt comfortable around her, which was odd considering she was a girl and usually boys his age tended to get shy around them, especially when dressed down the way he was. If an example had to be put to it then Aubren, had she been in Eris' place right now, would have been the one to make him take into account that he was wearing little to nothing.
Turning back to Eris with a start, he pointed and squinted his eyes at her, a grin on his face that made it look as if he was trying to stifle a laugh. "If you tell a single soul any of what I just said to you I'll...I'll punch you in the face." Not the typical threat a boy makes to a girl, but Dorian believed Eris might appreciate him not selling her short by taking into account her gender, and even her size in estimating her strength of character. They had gone so far off topic, all because Dorian had learned of her interest in books. He didn't want to bore her to tears with his interests, nor did he wish to reveal too much about himself just yet, but what he wished for and what he knew was the right thing to do fought a battle inside him that eventually saw the needs for revelation emerge as the victor.
"Well since we're already spilling secrets to each other, might as well go all the way right?" He sat down on the edge of the bed, his back turned to Eris. "So my mother completely hates my guts; dreaded the day I was born practically. Everyone on her side of the family except my grandparents treats me like trash. The only thing she's ever really done for me is to provide all the material things that I could ever need or want. She had no trouble spending her family's old money, but when it comes to spending even the slightest bit of affection on her only child she can't be bothered." It was a wonder how he managed to say all that, especially considering the last word, as soon as it had left his mouth, was followed by a noticeable sob.
His mother was a topic he didn't broach lightly. He preferred to keep his dirty laundry in a dark pile in the deepest, gloomiest recesses of his mind. The fact that he was saying all this to her must have meant that he trusted her a great deal, and expected this friendship to last. If he believed otherwise then he might have only shown her the side of himself that everyone else seems to know; the cocky, overzealous idiotic brute that everyone loved to hate. It was the persona he had needed to adopt from a much younger age given his mother's side of the family's disdain. They made him who he was now, but his father and grandparents had been the driving force that kept and still keeps him grounded. He looked at Eris only at that moment to see what was written on her face after he had said his fill.
Dorian slowly moved the pillow from his face and shook his head at Eris and a statement she made. "I wouldn't call it extreme smarts. More like an 'I can manage' sort of deal." He got off the bed from the side opposite to where Eris sat and stretched for the umpteenth time, chasing away the remnants of laziness that lingered. His concealing clothing or lack thereof didn't seem to make him self-conscious in the least, not even in front of Eris. He felt comfortable around her, which was odd considering she was a girl and usually boys his age tended to get shy around them, especially when dressed down the way he was. If an example had to be put to it then Aubren, had she been in Eris' place right now, would have been the one to make him take into account that he was wearing little to nothing.
Turning back to Eris with a start, he pointed and squinted his eyes at her, a grin on his face that made it look as if he was trying to stifle a laugh. "If you tell a single soul any of what I just said to you I'll...I'll punch you in the face." Not the typical threat a boy makes to a girl, but Dorian believed Eris might appreciate him not selling her short by taking into account her gender, and even her size in estimating her strength of character. They had gone so far off topic, all because Dorian had learned of her interest in books. He didn't want to bore her to tears with his interests, nor did he wish to reveal too much about himself just yet, but what he wished for and what he knew was the right thing to do fought a battle inside him that eventually saw the needs for revelation emerge as the victor.
"Well since we're already spilling secrets to each other, might as well go all the way right?" He sat down on the edge of the bed, his back turned to Eris. "So my mother completely hates my guts; dreaded the day I was born practically. Everyone on her side of the family except my grandparents treats me like trash. The only thing she's ever really done for me is to provide all the material things that I could ever need or want. She had no trouble spending her family's old money, but when it comes to spending even the slightest bit of affection on her only child she can't be bothered." It was a wonder how he managed to say all that, especially considering the last word, as soon as it had left his mouth, was followed by a noticeable sob.
His mother was a topic he didn't broach lightly. He preferred to keep his dirty laundry in a dark pile in the deepest, gloomiest recesses of his mind. The fact that he was saying all this to her must have meant that he trusted her a great deal, and expected this friendship to last. If he believed otherwise then he might have only shown her the side of himself that everyone else seems to know; the cocky, overzealous idiotic brute that everyone loved to hate. It was the persona he had needed to adopt from a much younger age given his mother's side of the family's disdain. They made him who he was now, but his father and grandparents had been the driving force that kept and still keeps him grounded. He looked at Eris only at that moment to see what was written on her face after he had said his fill.
✧Improvidus, Apto quod Victum✧
Stam: 3, Agi: 3, Str: 4, Con: 7, Arc: 7, Acc: 6
17 May 2018, 06:38
The Lion's Vengeance
Where was an evident change in the mood, subtle, but noticeable as Eris declared the obvious truth. Dorian and Eris were indeed friends, and were eerily similar in demeanor. Both hid their smarts under brilliant self imposed theatrics and violence. Nobody would suspect either of them to be book worms, for who would get close enough to the violent first years of Gryffindor? Not anybody with sane, reasonable thinking. Then there were the outliers such as close friends like Aubren to Dorian and Adam to Eris or extremely weird children, such as Eri Windstone or Ami Poprock. It was strange, unavoidably strange just how alike Eris and her new friend truly were. Besides the fact he was probably smarter, considering his expert skills in Latin "Well, I bet you're smarter than half of the ravenclaws." She replied, snorting like a pig,
Eyes following her friend's movements as he moved, Eris rolled her eyes and reached down for another chocolate frog from the basket. The little clothes the boy was wearing was no longer brown, but Eris didn't spend time dwelling on that fact. The evident lack of clothing that Dorian was in was neither a problem nor a good thing for the red head, who sat perched in the seat like nothing was amiss or embarrassing. She simply didn't care about what her friend was wearing. However, had Max been in the hospital bed in Dorian's place, Eris would of ran out of the room screaming and looking like a tomato. That was different though, right?
But this was Dorian. He was her friend. Or at least, he didn't make her turn red with a well placed word or by getting too close to her. That was friendship, right? Or at least, the normal kind of friendship. Eris was confused about what friendship was and what a 'crush' was. She certainly didn't have a crush on anybody. Directing her thoughts back to the boy in front of her, still wondering just exactly entitled 'having a crush on somebody' when Dorian mentioned punching her in the face.
His words brought a smile to Eris's face, which most likely was a different response from what most girls would do. Most self respecting pureblood girls would be sorely offended at the mention of getting punched in their pale pristine faces. Eris, on the other hand, reveled in Dorian's words, and the fact he considered her enough of an opponent to threaten her. She delighted in the sheer violence of the promise, proving that she was worthy of a punch in the face-or two, or three. Maybe even the whole school's punches, as long as she was hitting back.
The conversation was cheery, and Eris found that she didn't mind sharing her secret love of books with the boy. There was something peaceful about the conversation, and the trust that he had put in her. The fact that Dorian considered Eris enough of a friend to confide in her made the little red head feel overjoyed and secure in their friendship--which was saying something, considering the disarray that most of her friendships were in at the moment.
Then the topic of mothers was broached, and Eris's heart dropped in her chest. It was like a weight had settled over her heart, dampening the happiness felt moments before. Then Dorian let out a little sob, but Eris couldn't move. All she could think of was her own mother, and the hatred she has shown by shoving her 10 year old daughter out into the cold snow. Memories of a brown haired woman dancing in the living room of a small flat, laughing paired with memories of the same woman with tore up hair screaming flooded through Eris's mind, as she processed Dorian's words and her own emotions regarding her own mother.
Eris, unpredictable with emotions normally, felt her eyes water with tears thinking about her mother. Finally, when the silence between the two was reaching a breaking point, threatening to overcome her into it's grasp of tangible sadness, Eris spoke. "I'm sorry about your mother, but if it makes you feel better in the slightest, my mum hated me too. Kicked me out into the cold for being a witch." Eris said shortly, letting the words sink into the sudden overpowering silence, words becoming harder to access, as if far off and foreign.
Eyes following her friend's movements as he moved, Eris rolled her eyes and reached down for another chocolate frog from the basket. The little clothes the boy was wearing was no longer brown, but Eris didn't spend time dwelling on that fact. The evident lack of clothing that Dorian was in was neither a problem nor a good thing for the red head, who sat perched in the seat like nothing was amiss or embarrassing. She simply didn't care about what her friend was wearing. However, had Max been in the hospital bed in Dorian's place, Eris would of ran out of the room screaming and looking like a tomato. That was different though, right?
But this was Dorian. He was her friend. Or at least, he didn't make her turn red with a well placed word or by getting too close to her. That was friendship, right? Or at least, the normal kind of friendship. Eris was confused about what friendship was and what a 'crush' was. She certainly didn't have a crush on anybody. Directing her thoughts back to the boy in front of her, still wondering just exactly entitled 'having a crush on somebody' when Dorian mentioned punching her in the face.
His words brought a smile to Eris's face, which most likely was a different response from what most girls would do. Most self respecting pureblood girls would be sorely offended at the mention of getting punched in their pale pristine faces. Eris, on the other hand, reveled in Dorian's words, and the fact he considered her enough of an opponent to threaten her. She delighted in the sheer violence of the promise, proving that she was worthy of a punch in the face-or two, or three. Maybe even the whole school's punches, as long as she was hitting back.
The conversation was cheery, and Eris found that she didn't mind sharing her secret love of books with the boy. There was something peaceful about the conversation, and the trust that he had put in her. The fact that Dorian considered Eris enough of a friend to confide in her made the little red head feel overjoyed and secure in their friendship--which was saying something, considering the disarray that most of her friendships were in at the moment.
Then the topic of mothers was broached, and Eris's heart dropped in her chest. It was like a weight had settled over her heart, dampening the happiness felt moments before. Then Dorian let out a little sob, but Eris couldn't move. All she could think of was her own mother, and the hatred she has shown by shoving her 10 year old daughter out into the cold snow. Memories of a brown haired woman dancing in the living room of a small flat, laughing paired with memories of the same woman with tore up hair screaming flooded through Eris's mind, as she processed Dorian's words and her own emotions regarding her own mother.
Eris, unpredictable with emotions normally, felt her eyes water with tears thinking about her mother. Finally, when the silence between the two was reaching a breaking point, threatening to overcome her into it's grasp of tangible sadness, Eris spoke. "I'm sorry about your mother, but if it makes you feel better in the slightest, my mum hated me too. Kicked me out into the cold for being a witch." Eris said shortly, letting the words sink into the sudden overpowering silence, words becoming harder to access, as if far off and foreign.
Last edited by Eris Fawley on 23 Jun 2018, 08:08, edited 1 time in total.
sorry not sorry bout' what i said
STA: 6 EVA: 7 STR: 1 WIS: 8 ACC 9 ACC: 9
abilities: transfig DC -5
21 May 2018, 02:46
The Lion's Vengeance
Here he was talking about his mommy issues when Eris was clearly trying to stave off pain and anger of her own. Why had he been so callous in introducing the subject? This was just like him, spurning the typically observed conversational etiquette dictating what was appropriate for discussion from that which wasn't. Because of his complete disregard for this rule that he had learned from a delicate age, he had effectively cast a heavy shade over the room as the silence deepened, and the look on Eris' face told him everything he needed to know. He had royally screwed up.
For a few moments more he didn't say anything, allowing the silence to deepen further. He didn't want to callously brush the seriousness aside by making an abrupt change of subject, but he knew they couldn't dwell on this for much longer. Not yet at least. Maybe a different time and place would see the moment more opportune, but for now, he wanted to lighten the mood and keep things casual. Without second-guessing himself, he skirted around the bed and headed towards Eris, the subtlest of smiles on his face. He wouldn't cry; hadn't done that in a while. Nor would he say a word. What he did next would possibly catch her off guard to some extent, but Dorian had a gift for surprising people.
He towered over her for a short while, allowing some seconds to lapse before he extended his hand and gently helped her to her feet, at which point he would still be towering over her due to their close proximity. Without warning and quite unexpectedly, he hugged her. It was a tight embrace that seemed almost too delicate for someone as hardy as Dorian, but he managed it nonetheless. She would feel the warmth radiating from his wordless sincerity. She would understand all the things he was saying without uttering a sound. All the pent-up emotions would come bursting forth, and the longer they remained like this the more evident the warm wetness would become to Eris as Dorian's tears slid down his face and found solace in her wild head of hair.
The boy still made no sound and only allowed the silent tears to flow. This was as much for himself as it was for her if he would admit it to himself. He had promised himself that he would never cry. Or at least that would never allow another to see him cry. Yet here he was becoming undone in front of Eris. Not even Aubren has seen him so vulnerable, and he trusted her a great deal more than he should anyone. So the fact that she still had yet to see this side of himself where Eris now had, scared him immensely. But he knew he could trust the short redhead. She seemed the type not to turn someone's weakness into a grab for fifteen minutes of fame. Parting from her with a visible shake of his head as if attempting to banish some undesirable thoughts through manual means, he wiped vigorously at his eyes and wore the brightest smile anyone would have ever seen on his face.
"Remember what I said earlier Fawley! If you tell a single soul..." It was all said lightly and in jest, but a part of him was serious. Not that he thought he would have anything to worry about. She seemed to be one of those limited few students who were as precocious and has seen as much of the world as he had. She would not betray his confidence. Taking a few steps back, he exhaled heavily. "Well that went from zero to one hundred real fast. What were we talking about before I started sucking the life out of the room?" He made a false gesture of thinking about it, and then snapped loudly. "Oh that's right! Getting back at that Ami girl."
He still had reservations about it, but she did break his leg, and by his mother's standards it would be a show of weakness if he did nothing in retaliation. She would expect him to make her pay for her crimes against his person. And pay she would if Dorian had his way. "I narrowed it down to what you suggested earlier along with setting her hair on fire, pushing her off a high place and catching her at the last minute with the levitation charm if it works, and, most drastic of them all, having Max tear her a new one." He had purposely avoided telling Eris of the girl's fears that she had let slip to him. He did not feel it necessary to visit such vengeance upon her. Whatever she agreed upon he would just roll with it. A part of him still wanted to talk more about their backgrounds, but he tried to hide this. The look on his face, should Eris be paying attention, would be one that plainly conveyed his internal struggle to not ask more. He would not broach the topic again unless she did so first, in turn giving her consent and indicating that she was okay with it.
For a few moments more he didn't say anything, allowing the silence to deepen further. He didn't want to callously brush the seriousness aside by making an abrupt change of subject, but he knew they couldn't dwell on this for much longer. Not yet at least. Maybe a different time and place would see the moment more opportune, but for now, he wanted to lighten the mood and keep things casual. Without second-guessing himself, he skirted around the bed and headed towards Eris, the subtlest of smiles on his face. He wouldn't cry; hadn't done that in a while. Nor would he say a word. What he did next would possibly catch her off guard to some extent, but Dorian had a gift for surprising people.
He towered over her for a short while, allowing some seconds to lapse before he extended his hand and gently helped her to her feet, at which point he would still be towering over her due to their close proximity. Without warning and quite unexpectedly, he hugged her. It was a tight embrace that seemed almost too delicate for someone as hardy as Dorian, but he managed it nonetheless. She would feel the warmth radiating from his wordless sincerity. She would understand all the things he was saying without uttering a sound. All the pent-up emotions would come bursting forth, and the longer they remained like this the more evident the warm wetness would become to Eris as Dorian's tears slid down his face and found solace in her wild head of hair.
The boy still made no sound and only allowed the silent tears to flow. This was as much for himself as it was for her if he would admit it to himself. He had promised himself that he would never cry. Or at least that would never allow another to see him cry. Yet here he was becoming undone in front of Eris. Not even Aubren has seen him so vulnerable, and he trusted her a great deal more than he should anyone. So the fact that she still had yet to see this side of himself where Eris now had, scared him immensely. But he knew he could trust the short redhead. She seemed the type not to turn someone's weakness into a grab for fifteen minutes of fame. Parting from her with a visible shake of his head as if attempting to banish some undesirable thoughts through manual means, he wiped vigorously at his eyes and wore the brightest smile anyone would have ever seen on his face.
"Remember what I said earlier Fawley! If you tell a single soul..." It was all said lightly and in jest, but a part of him was serious. Not that he thought he would have anything to worry about. She seemed to be one of those limited few students who were as precocious and has seen as much of the world as he had. She would not betray his confidence. Taking a few steps back, he exhaled heavily. "Well that went from zero to one hundred real fast. What were we talking about before I started sucking the life out of the room?" He made a false gesture of thinking about it, and then snapped loudly. "Oh that's right! Getting back at that Ami girl."
He still had reservations about it, but she did break his leg, and by his mother's standards it would be a show of weakness if he did nothing in retaliation. She would expect him to make her pay for her crimes against his person. And pay she would if Dorian had his way. "I narrowed it down to what you suggested earlier along with setting her hair on fire, pushing her off a high place and catching her at the last minute with the levitation charm if it works, and, most drastic of them all, having Max tear her a new one." He had purposely avoided telling Eris of the girl's fears that she had let slip to him. He did not feel it necessary to visit such vengeance upon her. Whatever she agreed upon he would just roll with it. A part of him still wanted to talk more about their backgrounds, but he tried to hide this. The look on his face, should Eris be paying attention, would be one that plainly conveyed his internal struggle to not ask more. He would not broach the topic again unless she did so first, in turn giving her consent and indicating that she was okay with it.
Reducio
A little part of my own appreciation and mad love for OOC Eris came out in this post okie?! Don't judge meh 
✧Improvidus, Apto quod Victum✧
Stam: 3, Agi: 3, Str: 4, Con: 7, Arc: 7, Acc: 6
28 May 2018, 07:37
The Lion's Vengeance
The mention of her mother didn't vex Eris. Or at least, she attempted to feign that it didn't get under her skin. The delicate visage she had constructed around herself, the hopeless drive to act like her mother's undying hatred wasn't an issue crumbled as Dorian looked at her with pity, but yet familiarity. It was a strange look, that took Eris aback. It was a look she had never seen before, as most people looked at her with unrelenting pity, unable to relate to her struggles with parents that didn't seem to care. But this, this was different. Dorian looked at her with understanding, which enthralled and scared the petite ginger at the same time. Warring emotions faded away to a dull roar in her head, as Eris watched Dorian walk towards her. Clenching her knees to her chest, Eris watched the boy stalk forwards, curiosity and apprehension replacing all other emotions that might of spilled out of her small body.
All of a sudden, Eris felt raw, like Dorian could see straight through her. Resisting the urge to cringe at the naked truth that sat before Dorian, the girl allowed herself to stare up at Dorian's towering form- a stark shadowy figure leaning over her, that was quite different than anything else in the white washed hospital wing. Peeking her head out of her knees, the ginger allowed Dorian to pull her to her feet. Keenly aware of how much shorter she was, due to the way she had to stare up at him with squinting eyes, Eris only had a moment to question what he was about to do before he
When he enveloped her in a hug, there was a wordless, breathless second before Eris's arms wrapped around him. The wordless sense of comfort and companionship was too much for Eris. Even Adam had never hugged her, and supported her wordlessly like this. When was the last time her own mother had held her like this, like she mattered? For once, Eris was not worried about cooties, or their deadly effects on the child immune system. She didn't notice when Dorian's tears spilled onto her mane of curls, allowing herself the comfort of tears and thoughts of her mother that she had deprived herself of for so long. Although she wasn't opposed to crying, having sobbing in front of many children in the school more than once, there was something cleansing and new about the tears falling. With each tear that dripped down from the boy's face, and the resounding tears that fell from Eris's face, splattering his robes with splashes of the clear liquid, there was an evident sense of clarity that flooded through Eris's head with each tear's path to the floor.
This was not a moment of worrying about cooties, nor was it a moment that a Princess and Prince might of shared in a story book. This was friendship--the likes of which Eris had never had before in her life. For all her searching at Hogwarts and at the parks of London, she had been blind enough to ignore friendships that were right in front of her, or rash enough to break her other friendships into pieces. But there was no fear of breaking the friendship in front of her, even though the authenticity was new and piercing. It felt safe. The trust that Dorian had placed in her made Eris feel warm inside, and she furiously promised herself to not let Dorian down. His trust would not be misplaced in her.
The radiant glow from inside of Eris shown on the outside, as she beamed at Dorian as he stepped away. His threat fell on the right audience, as Eris evidently wasn't worried of the violence behind his words, unlike most sane people. Looking at Dorian, no trace of humor on her face, the red eyed and red headed girl nodded her head like she had seen countless times in movies. A display one who was subdominant and trustworthy should give off. "I won't tell a soul, not even one. I promise ." A frivolous promise of childhood innocence, but one that Eris would abide by for as long as she could. She meant the promise with every fiber of her being, eyes wide and earnest as she stared at Dorian's receding form, as he walked back to the bed.
Setting herself down in the chair again as Dorian stepped away, a smile wrought onto her face, the girl leaned back onto the wall and folded her arms. Right, time to get back to the task at hand instead of having a sob fest about questionable matronly figures in their lives. Destroying Ami, although not as sentimental as discussing the perils of being a child to a negligent parent, was still a lovely conversation topic.
Eris listened to Dorian's plans, her smile of joy turning to one of malicious intent with every word uttered through Dorian's mouth. The girl had red hair, did she not? Everyone in the school had red hair. That was a normal sight. But a girl with hair burnt to a crisp, that was unique enough to draw attention in the halls--and not wanted attention. Oh no, it would be a proper punishment befalling one who had hurt Eris's friend. And it was something that both children could do with their limited magical capabilities, after learning incendio in herbology. Unlike a levitation charm, which would require massive effort, all the two children had to do was conjure a small flame.
"I say we set her hair on fire." Eris replied, before frowning at the look on her friend's face. He looked, for lack of better words, not into the revenge plot. Eris had to admit that other matters were pressed upon her brain, such as the incriminating details of Dorian's own past, and family issues.
"But before we do so," there was a brief pause as Eris uncrossed her arms and looked down at the floor, "why did your mum hate you, exactly?" Not one for formalities, the forwardness of the question was out of place, but not exactly unexpected coming from the lips of Eris.
All of a sudden, Eris felt raw, like Dorian could see straight through her. Resisting the urge to cringe at the naked truth that sat before Dorian, the girl allowed herself to stare up at Dorian's towering form- a stark shadowy figure leaning over her, that was quite different than anything else in the white washed hospital wing. Peeking her head out of her knees, the ginger allowed Dorian to pull her to her feet. Keenly aware of how much shorter she was, due to the way she had to stare up at him with squinting eyes, Eris only had a moment to question what he was about to do before he
When he enveloped her in a hug, there was a wordless, breathless second before Eris's arms wrapped around him. The wordless sense of comfort and companionship was too much for Eris. Even Adam had never hugged her, and supported her wordlessly like this. When was the last time her own mother had held her like this, like she mattered? For once, Eris was not worried about cooties, or their deadly effects on the child immune system. She didn't notice when Dorian's tears spilled onto her mane of curls, allowing herself the comfort of tears and thoughts of her mother that she had deprived herself of for so long. Although she wasn't opposed to crying, having sobbing in front of many children in the school more than once, there was something cleansing and new about the tears falling. With each tear that dripped down from the boy's face, and the resounding tears that fell from Eris's face, splattering his robes with splashes of the clear liquid, there was an evident sense of clarity that flooded through Eris's head with each tear's path to the floor.
This was not a moment of worrying about cooties, nor was it a moment that a Princess and Prince might of shared in a story book. This was friendship--the likes of which Eris had never had before in her life. For all her searching at Hogwarts and at the parks of London, she had been blind enough to ignore friendships that were right in front of her, or rash enough to break her other friendships into pieces. But there was no fear of breaking the friendship in front of her, even though the authenticity was new and piercing. It felt safe. The trust that Dorian had placed in her made Eris feel warm inside, and she furiously promised herself to not let Dorian down. His trust would not be misplaced in her.
The radiant glow from inside of Eris shown on the outside, as she beamed at Dorian as he stepped away. His threat fell on the right audience, as Eris evidently wasn't worried of the violence behind his words, unlike most sane people. Looking at Dorian, no trace of humor on her face, the red eyed and red headed girl nodded her head like she had seen countless times in movies. A display one who was subdominant and trustworthy should give off. "I won't tell a soul, not even one. I promise ." A frivolous promise of childhood innocence, but one that Eris would abide by for as long as she could. She meant the promise with every fiber of her being, eyes wide and earnest as she stared at Dorian's receding form, as he walked back to the bed.
Setting herself down in the chair again as Dorian stepped away, a smile wrought onto her face, the girl leaned back onto the wall and folded her arms. Right, time to get back to the task at hand instead of having a sob fest about questionable matronly figures in their lives. Destroying Ami, although not as sentimental as discussing the perils of being a child to a negligent parent, was still a lovely conversation topic.
Eris listened to Dorian's plans, her smile of joy turning to one of malicious intent with every word uttered through Dorian's mouth. The girl had red hair, did she not? Everyone in the school had red hair. That was a normal sight. But a girl with hair burnt to a crisp, that was unique enough to draw attention in the halls--and not wanted attention. Oh no, it would be a proper punishment befalling one who had hurt Eris's friend. And it was something that both children could do with their limited magical capabilities, after learning incendio in herbology. Unlike a levitation charm, which would require massive effort, all the two children had to do was conjure a small flame.
"I say we set her hair on fire." Eris replied, before frowning at the look on her friend's face. He looked, for lack of better words, not into the revenge plot. Eris had to admit that other matters were pressed upon her brain, such as the incriminating details of Dorian's own past, and family issues.
"But before we do so," there was a brief pause as Eris uncrossed her arms and looked down at the floor, "why did your mum hate you, exactly?" Not one for formalities, the forwardness of the question was out of place, but not exactly unexpected coming from the lips of Eris.
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sorry not sorry bout' what i said
STA: 6 EVA: 7 STR: 1 WIS: 8 ACC 9 ACC: 9
abilities: transfig DC -5
12 Jun 2018, 11:12
The Lion's Vengeance
"Hair on fire it is!" Ami had nice hair, which would make the impact all the more devastating when it caught fire. He had no idea how much she cared for her hair, or whether she cared for it at all, but for it to look the way it did she had to keep it groomed to some extent. Not only that, but your head catching fire was not ideal whether you took care of it or not. It was starting to sound more and more like a plan, and he couldn't wait to implement it at the most opportune time. Dorian had thought that the mention of this would convene the main course of their strategy meeting, but it seemed Eris had other plans.
She wanted to know about his mother. Immediately, at the mention of his mother, Dorian's entire form stiffened. In all honesty, he should have been expecting it. He had broached the topic himself and left so much in the air. It was a small wonder that Eris had become curious and wanted to know more about his past. As was said earlier, they barely knew all that much about each other aside from what they learned during their time of being here together. Dorian looked anywhere but at Eris, his eyes never seeming to be able to settle on any one thing for too long. He would answer, but he had no idea where to begin. The silence would drag on long enough to have Eris believing that he would refuse to answer, but at such a time when she least expected it, his usually vociferous voice would chime in softly.
"I wish I knew..." It was such a tiny whisper that one would find themself straining to catch wind of it. He really wished he knew why she hated him, but there was no honest answer he could give at the moment. He could try, however. "I think it has something to do with my dad, but I have no idea what. It's like she's jealous of our relationship or something." He wore a wry smile, realizing just how that must have come across. "Sounds messed up right? A mother hating her son because his father loves him. Ha!" The singular exclamation at the end was an uncontrolled sound, something that slipped through the cracks when he had least expected it. The ordeal both amused and left him flabbergasted. He did not know if there was any truth to his own words but had simply offered Eris his own reason behind it all.
If there was some other reason why his mother treated him the way she did then he would have loved to hear it. He would have been the first to sit and try to fully absorb that story. Dorian grinned at Eris despite himself. "That or she really wanted a daughter and was disappointed when I was all she got. You can never tell with these things." He started to laugh at his own expense. Humor was the best remedy for most ills, and he was applying that thing in generous doses at this very moment.
She wanted to know about his mother. Immediately, at the mention of his mother, Dorian's entire form stiffened. In all honesty, he should have been expecting it. He had broached the topic himself and left so much in the air. It was a small wonder that Eris had become curious and wanted to know more about his past. As was said earlier, they barely knew all that much about each other aside from what they learned during their time of being here together. Dorian looked anywhere but at Eris, his eyes never seeming to be able to settle on any one thing for too long. He would answer, but he had no idea where to begin. The silence would drag on long enough to have Eris believing that he would refuse to answer, but at such a time when she least expected it, his usually vociferous voice would chime in softly.
"I wish I knew..." It was such a tiny whisper that one would find themself straining to catch wind of it. He really wished he knew why she hated him, but there was no honest answer he could give at the moment. He could try, however. "I think it has something to do with my dad, but I have no idea what. It's like she's jealous of our relationship or something." He wore a wry smile, realizing just how that must have come across. "Sounds messed up right? A mother hating her son because his father loves him. Ha!" The singular exclamation at the end was an uncontrolled sound, something that slipped through the cracks when he had least expected it. The ordeal both amused and left him flabbergasted. He did not know if there was any truth to his own words but had simply offered Eris his own reason behind it all.
If there was some other reason why his mother treated him the way she did then he would have loved to hear it. He would have been the first to sit and try to fully absorb that story. Dorian grinned at Eris despite himself. "That or she really wanted a daughter and was disappointed when I was all she got. You can never tell with these things." He started to laugh at his own expense. Humor was the best remedy for most ills, and he was applying that thing in generous doses at this very moment.
✧Improvidus, Apto quod Victum✧
Stam: 3, Agi: 3, Str: 4, Con: 7, Arc: 7, Acc: 6