Confrontation And Accusation pv Amara closed

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Interacting With: @Arissa Wright
Mentioning: @Anastasia Beckett
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[font=Blackadder itc]Coded by Rafael D'Spacito[/font]

Amara was royally pissed. After finding a piece of paper on Arissa Wright, a first-year in her dorm, that seems to list some nasty gossip about Anastasia. Already on edge after receiving an E on a Defense Against The Dark Arts, the blonde was going to put this first year in her place.

Walking out to the grounds during her lunch break, Amara made her way over to the off-brand blonde. "Wright, get your Drgamaior imitation ass over here before I set it on fire. We need to have a little talk."

After brushing her hair back with her hand, Amara curses under her breath. She left her wand in her dorm, too bad, she cannot curse this little bitch into next year, well she can, just with her second favorite F word.

Cracking her knuckles Amara does not even give herself a moment to rest, to breathe or to calm down. No, because no one messes with Anastasia and when they do, they get met with another girl too, Amara Lada Sage Dragamior, who is just a little bit crazy, but blame it on the Russians.

Get ready Arissa, you messed with the wrong heiresses today, these two, they protect each other.

Interacting with: @Amara Dragamior

Arissa was definitely far from amused. Peace is what she needed right now. However, it seemed that someone else had another plan. She only got a few minutes of silence before she heard a shrieking from somewhere near her. Opening her eyes, Arissa saw a familiar figure of an older girl, who shared the same dorm with her, yelling what seemed to be her name.

Wright. As far as she recall, only few people shared the name, and the only Wright the older girl would be familiar with was Arissa herself.

Her expression, her body language, and her voice - all indicated that the older girl was angry. Seething in fury.

"Dragamior imitation?" Arissa muttered in irritation. "Is that girl a fool?

Arissa however, remained seated. She neither have the time nor patience to deal with anyone right now, but it seemed like she can't avoid this confrontation, whatever that is.

Raising her voice, she said, "Are you trying to compete your voice with a banshee in this lovely afternoon, Dragamior? I suggest you go to the Forbidden Forest if that's the case."

Arissa rarely choose to pick a fight with someone older than her, but right now her judgement was a bit impaired. She wanted to unleash her anger somehow, and it seemed like the Dragamior heiress might be a good target. And that girl actually called her a Dragamior imitation? Arissa felt her anger rising, though a malicious smirk made its way to her face.

"I do not recall my family having the Dragamiors as our ancestors. Is the Dragamior heiress is so bad at history or are you're too self absorbed in your own fairytale to ignore the reality?" She drawled, her eyes flickered in cold fury.

"Should I tell you the harsh truth then? That other than the Dragamiors, there are other aristocratic families as well, including mine. We have generations of tradition, and I could barely recall having any contact with the Dragamiors." She crossed her arms, and leaned her back against the bench. A haughty expression was on her face as she stared at the girl, clearly unamused.

"Well? To what do I owe the pleasure of this... visit? I'm a bit busy right now, to handle your unnecessary dramas. So, be quick, will you? "

Arissa was not in the mood to entertain the older girl, yet she can't find her way out. The only thing left to do is to wrap it up as quick as possible - so that the other girl could go on her merry way, and out of Arissa's sight.