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Post by Dastan Cross on Jun 7, 2010 5:51:48 GMT -5
Setting the scene: Classes have let out. Students are moving between them. This is a way to get to meet outside of real time for those of us who meet in lessons but aren't allowed to actually interact within them, for fear of losing points or something.
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Dastan felt annoyed. He hated Divination. Truly, he did. Something about the idea of your future being decided for you and seen in the present just got on Dastan's nerves and defied everything he felt and believed in. It was enough to make him go mental.
Grumbling to himself, he climbed down the ladder that lead to the Divination class and began moving in the direction of his next class, Defense Against the Dark Arts. He still had plenty of time, but he hated being late.
Suddenly, however, one of the paintings (this one of a goofy-looking knight) called out to him. "You there! Boy with the ridiculous hair!"
Dastan whirled, not knowing that it was a painting that had called out to him and expecting that Astin kid to be there. He had rendered him speechless with the insult the last time they had met, but Dastan wouldn't be rendered that way for a second time.
"What do you want you little--!"
"Whoa there, tiger! What's your problem?"
Dastan shut his mouth. "Whatever. I'm not gonna talk to a painting."
"I see Divination's got you in a tizzy. Poor kid."
"Yeah, sure. If you say so," Dastan responded, although it was true.
"Ohh! And what have we here!? Another little student! Hey, she's cute! Hi there, little girl!" the painting called.
Curious as to what on earth the painting was talking about, Dastan turned around and came face to face with a Ravenclaw girl. The one that had smiled at him a moment ago.
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Post by Annalise Montressor on Jun 7, 2010 6:10:27 GMT -5
Anna's skip had changed to a thoughtful paced walk as she made her way through the corridors to DADA. Something told her that her superiors would not be pleased about the humans' silly take on the study of the future.
She heard shouting up ahead and, curious, made her way towards it.
She blinked as Dastan whirled and came face to face with her, her freckled face widening into a smile. "Well hi, there, Mr. Broody!" she said cheerfully. Her earrings jangled and clanked, glimmering in the light.
"I can see that you don't like Divination very much, but I wonder if it's for the same reasons as I?" She examined him for a moment, leaning in very close and actually sniffing him before leaning back and rocking back and forth on her feet from heel to toe.
"Nah...something tells me you just don't like the concept." She giggled, the sound melodious and unearthly, and turned to wave at the knight painting before looking back at the boy. "I like you. What's your name?" Her eyes were wide, bright and expectant as she leaned in again, staring at him.
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Post by Dastan Cross on Jun 7, 2010 6:19:30 GMT -5
What the...? Dastan stared, dumbfounded. What was this girl? Had she...had she actually SNIFFED him? What on Earth was going on at this weird school? Lord Alex had not told him about this. Not even close.
"I-I'm Dastan. M-more importantly," he said, stuttering because of how completely off this girl was. He tried to narrow his eyes and become more himself. He would have to keep his stuff together if he wanted to get any respect. "Who the hell are you?" the curse just sort of slipped out in his desperation to seem more of his usual self. He felt rude for using it, since he wasn't used to such words, but he hoped that it would pay off.
"And I don't care what you think you know about me, but you don't. So don't pretend you do."
There. That was good. He didn't like the way this girl acted like she knew about anything he thought about or felt. There was no way she could know about his feelings about the concept of Divination, and Fate being decided.
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Post by Annalise Montressor on Jun 7, 2010 6:28:40 GMT -5
Anna blinked and stepped back.
"Well that wasn't very nice now, was it?" she said, looking at the ceiling thoughtfully and putting a finger to her chin. Suddenly, she did a little pirouette on her right toe, causing her to half turn. She then proceeded to clasp her hands behind her back.
"You don't like being figured out. But why? I think it's fun to guess things about people!" The truth was, she was only half-guessing. Some things she could read on his face or in his movements simply because she was of the Fair Folk and faeries were simply better at that sort of thing than humans, her accuracy spot on. But she did guess some things about him.
"You're not exactly an open book, but to the trained eye you reveal more than you know. However, if you don't like it, I'll just be on my merry way! See you in DADA class!" She began walking off towards the classroom, humming.
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Post by Dastan Cross on Jun 7, 2010 6:33:39 GMT -5
Dastan watched her random dance move and prompt exit after a dramatic speech about how easy to read he was. Dastan just stared after her for a minute. What was her game?
"Hey," he called, trying to get her attention. "What do you mean? What sort of things do I reveal?" Dastan jogged, catching up to the girl and standing in front of her.
"Why do you think you know so much about me?"
Dastan wasn't entirely sure why he went after her. It's not like he wanted to be figured out...did he?
If he did, then why did he bother putting on this tough-guy act in the first place? Honestly, he wasn't sure. He just knew that he had to gain power, and to do that, it was best to begin by ruling with fear. Right? Maybe he just wanted to find someone that cared enough to try and figure him out, even when he was being rude or moody.
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Post by Annalise Montressor on Jun 7, 2010 6:58:37 GMT -5
Anna blinked in surprise. Humans are so unpredictable...hm...
"All I meant was that I can read people easier than others can. You might call it a gift. Why does it bother you so much?" Her tone was not snobby or mean or spiteful, but very blunt and sweet. She seemed to give off a wave of innocence with every tone, movement and gesture.
"You wanna know what I think? I think you should drop the act and let yourself be you. How can you make friends if people don't know who you are?"
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Post by Dastan Cross on Jun 7, 2010 7:04:30 GMT -5
The comment made him furious for some reason, even though he had been thinking along the same lines. "Friends?" he asked, feeling himself growing more in control of himself. "I don't need friends; I need allies. And being like this brings me allies. Don't make the mistake of thinking you know what I want, or what I need. I don't care how good you are at reading people."
Dastan took a few deep breaths, calming himself down. He wasn't sure why this girl got under his skin so much. There was just something about that innocence, and the bluntness with which she spoke. Where he was aloof and introverted, this girl seemed to exude honesty and openness. It was an uncanny ability, one he had seldom been faced with in the past.
And then there was the fact that she was this tiny, little-bitty slip of a girl, barely reaching his shoulders and with eyes as wide and innocent as those of a kitten, and she wasn't in the least bit intimidated or frightened by him. She always looked him square in the eye, and told him exactly what she felt. It was unnerving, and so completely opposite of what he was used to.
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Post by Annalise Montressor on Jun 7, 2010 7:15:07 GMT -5
"Well it's none of MY business why you find it so necessary to seek allies and by relation, most likely power to achieve some goal to prove something, but if you want to stop lying to your innermost self, it will hurt you less in the long run." She put her hands on her hips as she spoke, having the air of an older sister scolding her little brother for getting into her Barbie dolls and drawing on them.
"Now if you'll excuse me, Dastan Cross, I'm going to be late for class." She moved past him with a little "hmph" sound. This boy's lies were starting to befuddle her-faeries weren't accustomed to lying. Why oh why did he feel such a great need to deceive everyone, but mostly himself? It didn't make any sense! It was so against her code. And yet...
She looked back at him and blinked. He intrigued her.
"I won't apologize for being honest, but I will apologize if I hurt your feelings," she said, almost warmly, and with that she was gone, dissipating around the corner.
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Post by Dastan Cross on Jun 7, 2010 7:25:29 GMT -5
Dastan stood motionless. He was so...confused. Annoyed, too. Annoyed with himself that he was confused, and annoyed at her for making him that way. And what's more, the girl had the gall to just walk off after everything.
He wasn't lying to himself. He knew what he was. But most of all, he knew what other people would think if they figured out who he was. Nobody would respect a piece of street rabble from Alamut, no matter who he ended up being adopted by. In their eyes, he'd always be nothing more than a peasant, and he had to keep that from happening if he wanted to achieve his ends.
The truth was, he didn't care about power in and of itself. He cared about what he could do with such power. Alamut...it was a trash-heap. It had once been beautiful and revered for its place in the magical world. But now it was filled with street rabble just like him, scraping by with stealing and lying and cheating. The select few who had money, who had POWER, they controlled everything. They sat on their thrones and ate grand feasts all day while there were people starving in their streets. Dastan had been lucky; he had been taken in by Lord Alexander, had been taught to act like a true pureblood heir. And now he was at Hogwarts, learning spells that he could one day use to free his people.
But he couldn't let people know about any of that. It would ruin everything.
Dastan stood in the hall, forgetting almost entirely about D.A.D.A. Fury pumped through him; he wanted to become powerful. He had to. And if he didn't make any friends that way, then so be it. He knew where his true loyalties lie, and that was enough. Wasn't it?
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