The Lion And The Snake (Fiona)

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]The Hogwart’s express had dropped James and the rest of the student of and he had finally made his way into Hogwart’s to begin the seventh and final year. James knew that his luggage had been taken up to his room; it has always been the same ever since his first year at Hogwarts. James looked around and he knew the teachers were getting ready for the sorting ceremony where that old hat would say something new; well it was always something new that hat could say anything and it would bore James right off to sleep; he grinned at that very thought. James Potter couldn’t wait for the feast to begin; he was hungry after the little trip from King’s Cross station but he was glad to have meet up with all of his cousins not that he didn’t see them over vacation after all they had such a large family and it was either James visiting them or they would visit his family; it didn’t really matter to him that much. James waited at the entrance to the great hall; he didn’t want to go to the Gryffindor table just yet he wanted to see who else he could find before going over there and meeting up with the Gryffindor’s. As the students began to pour in James leaned against the wall while looking at everyone that walked in; his carriage had been one of the first ones that arrived at the castle and from the looks of things none of his friends were on that carriage; not that this was worrying him of course it just meant that he would most likely be spending the feast with people he didn’t know. James eyed a couple of Slytherin’s that walked in and sat down at their own table; he knew that this year might have just started but he guessed that he would probably spend most of this year in detention after picking some fights with Slytherin’s. This was just the natural order of things; Gryffindor’s will always pick on Slytherin’s and visa versa. James was just helping to speed the process along tonight. James was already forming up several tricks that he could pull on first years though he would suspect that some of the older students have warned the first years of some students like James that loved to pick on first years. James silently leaned against the wall as he continued to watch students pour into the great hall; soon the year would begin and James wondered what this year would bring for him. [/style]

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[fiona]

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it sits in silence, eats away at me

This disease is getting worse. I counted my blessings, now I'll count this curse. The only thing I really know: I can't sleep at night. I'm buried and breathing in regret. Yeah! The only thing I really know: I can't sleep at night. I'm buried and breathing in regret.

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For young Miss Riddle, the train ride had been especially uneventful, just as it always was. She wasn’t much for socializing, and that’s really all the ride was for everyone at Hogwarts. Fiona was off putting to most, and frankly, that was the way that she had preferred it. Friends were overrated, and . She had spent the first eleven years of her life, cooped up in a tiny, dark room in a building where no one really cared about her. Both parents had died by the time she was two weeks old, which seemed to be a trend. She kept her nose buried in books, specifically any of her books regarding potions or the dark arts, though that was just her free time. She loved to read; kept her busy.

The carriage ride had gone smoothly, the thestrals behaved as normal. At times, Fiona found herself feeling bad for the creatures. They’d been forced to pull ungrateful children to and from a school, but then she’d remind herself that it was only done if the students needed to return to the Hogwarts Express. That usually seemed to make her feel better, at least until she had forgotten. Magical creatures had always been a secret interest of hers, though for the sake of appearances, she had to pretend that she hated anything but serpetine beasts. Snakes were her favorite however, that wasn’t a lie. It was only befitting of a Slytherin to love the slimy, wiggly, reptilian creatures.

Upon arrival to the large, familiar, home away from home, Fiona climbed up the stairs and moved towards the Great Hall. She was a single fish in a school of others, just moving along with the motions of the metaphorical ocean. The chitter-chatter of her peers grated on the drums of her ears, becoming more and more irritating with every mindless and idiotic word that poured from their mouths. There weren’t many people she felt she could have an intelligent conversation with, especially those that were in her age group.

As the main doors came into view, she noticed one stationary person leaning against the stone wall. There he stood, with his medium length brunette hair, that smug smile. The worst part was, was that he didn’t even try to have that superior look. It was just the way his face was. Fiona on the other hand, tried to have that always disgusted look on her face, as if she smelt a shit-covered shoe somewhere nearby.

”Potter,”

[/I] She said through her teeth, leaning against the wall with him, placing on of her wedge-covered feet against said wall. Her thin arms crossed themselves over her chest, the length of her robes falling down loosely past her knees. Green orbs searched the crowd, spotting familiar faces and many new one’s. Just wee babies they were, not knowing what the next seven years had in store for them. Hogwarts caused you to age without desire, all of its dirty, dark secrets made you turn into an adult well before your time. As much as she loved to talk negatively about the educational building, it was a better home than her out of school one. The orphanage was a lonely place, full of troubled children, and at least at Hogwarts she had her peers to interact with. She pretended to hate everyone under the blistering sun, but in the depths of her soul, she knew that socialization was important. [/div]

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[james02]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;] James continued to lean against the wall as he watched the crowds pour into the great hall for the sorting ceremony to begin; he wasn’t too sure if he would create a prank yet on the first years or wait till he was back up in the common room. The teacher’s probably expected him to do something like this already though perhaps James would do nothing just to keep them on their toes all night; he grinned at that very thought. Folding his arms as he continued to lean against the walls James just continued to look at the crowd he was of course seeing if he recognized anyone from his own house yet. James continued to watch the students; every now and again his eyes would dart across the teacher’s table just to see what they were up to but it seemed that everything was running smoothly; though he would have to go find a seat at the Gryffindor table soon; which was a shame he enjoyed staying at the back watching everyone greeting everyone else. James wasn’t worried about his family name and the kind of respect that came from it. James didn’t even care if his surname Potter was still famous even after all these years he wanted to make a name for himself on his own accord not because his father made the name famous long before James was even born. A lot of teacher’s expected James to do great things what they didn’t expect was that he inherited his personality from his uncles Fred and George and that was something that James always liked about himself. James was lost in his own thoughts when he heard someone speak his last name. Turning to see a young woman speaking to him. James grinned as he discovered who the woman was; he couldn’t picture a perfect person to amuse himself before the feast. “Well if it isn’t Little Miss Slytherin.” James replied with a grin. James loved to annoy Fiona in public just to make her angry and loose her temper it was just the way they were with each other. [/style]

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[fiona]

hi

hi

hi

it sits in silence, eats away at me

This disease is getting worse. I counted my blessings, now I'll count this curse. The only thing I really know: I can't sleep at night. I'm buried and breathing in regret. Yeah! The only thing I really know: I can't sleep at night. I'm buried and breathing in regret.

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Their relationship was an odd one, full of faux hate and disgust. In reality the pair got along relatively well, aside from all the playful banter. The two of them had to keep up appearances. Fiona was a Slytherin after all, and he a Gryffindor; they were meant to have a strong distaste for each other. But as we’ve learned from our predecessors, not everyone who was sorted into their respective houses was the same. Fiona found herself having a dislike for a lot of her housemates, as well as wizards and witches in other houses. She hated everyone just about equal, save for a select few.

The best part about the beginning of the year was that the halls of Hogwarts were alive with the buzz of vacation mishaps and melodies. Everyone was too busy conversing with each other about their either magical or failed summers. Fiona’s was rather predictable. She had spent it in her room at Saint Mary’s Orphanage for Young Girl’s. Only one more year, and she would be allowed to leave that wretched place. She hated it there. She was alone, unwanted, and disrespected. If they knew what she was capable of, they wouldn’t talk to her or treat her the way that they did. If they knew that she could kill them with the flick of a wooden stick, well that’d be a different story.

Infantile wizards and witches continued to pour through the giant, solid wood doors, with older students thrown in the mix as well. Her head turned to the side, flowing dark hair swishing down her back. “I’d ask how your summer was, but you know that I don’t really care.”

[/i] A playful, close-mouthed smile pulled at the corners of her full lips, olive eyes staring into his own. "But for the sake of formalities, I'll ask anyhow. Do anything interesting?"[/i]
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[james02]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;] James knew that he had to keep up appearances in public and so that’s the main reason why he and Fiona always fought with one and another; it was no surprise after all. To all other people they were the worse of enemies but when it was just themselves they were on good terms it was funny that way. James folded his arms as he watched the other students begin to talk about their summer vacation and what they got up; he grinned as he didn’t do anything special he pretty much just practiced flying and honing his seeker skills for the games ahead nothing special. James continued to watch the student’s soon they would have to make their way to their own seats but for now James was enjoying where he was right now; every now and again he spotted a few of the teacher’s looking over his way to see if he was planning anything but that was later at the moment he was just looking forward to the welcome feast that Hogwarts did every year and it seemed to get better with each passing year and so in a way it was a shame that he would miss out next year because of graduating. James smiled at that very thought; though he still had no idea what he planned on doing once he was free from these walls; free to be able to go wherever he wished to go. James turned his attention back to Fiona as she asked about his summer vacation; though he smiled at her when she told him that she didn’t care. “Did nothing special. Passed the apparition exam to be able to apparate wherever we want. First two times I ended up in Sydney Australia; don’t ask me how I ended up there I just did.” James smiled as remembered the exams he was just lucky they had a plan to get him back home in the end. “How was yours?” James asked as his turned his head to look back at Fiona wondering what she did all summer. James leaned back so he would be a little bit more comfortable. [/style]

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[fiona]

hi

hi

hi

it sits in silence, eats away at me

This disease is getting worse. I counted my blessings, now I'll count this curse. The only thing I really know: I can't sleep at night. I'm buried and breathing in regret. Yeah! The only thing I really know: I can't sleep at night. I'm buried and breathing in regret.

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The dark haired Slytherin lady nodded her head in acknowledgment, her gaze shifting down to the Potter boy’s feet. His story was interesting to say the least. Fiona hadn’t tried her hand at apparition, for she hadn’t much need to learn how to do so. She was too busy studying legilimency and the dark arts to even care about learning to apparate. Transfiguration always peaked her interest though, and it was one subject that she wished she had paid more attention to during the past six years she had spent at Hogwarts. Fiona was a very gifted student, and most of it was attributed to the dark secret she held captive within her. If there were one thing that Fiona had to say she was proud of, it would be her intelligence. Quickly running through her head, she tried to think of another story to tell James about her summer. Those that knew her on a personal level, knew that she was an orphan. Well at least she assumed so. Her and James had never talked about her home life before. The past few years, they had been competing with each other, trying to knock each other down a level. It had never really come up in conversation before. “That sounds interesting,” Her apathetic tone was flat and hesitant. What was she to say to him?

“I stayed at home.” Fiona rarely lied, and she didn’t know why she was embarrassed to tell him her situation. He wasn’t anyone special to her; he was just some pompous Gryffindor, why should she care? Well she did, and wasn’t exactly sure why. “I did a lot of studying, trying to prepare myself for N.E.W.Ts.” Her head dropped in a subtle nod, crossed arms moving from her chest to behind her back. Her fingers interlocked with each other, and her green eyes moved from his feet to the cobblestone flooring. Honest was something she always considered herself, and every time she had to stretch the truth or avoid saying something, she felt terrible. Just because she was a Slytherin, didn’t mean that she didn’t have feelings or remorse.

Young students continued to pour in like water from a broken dam. This was going to be the last time Fiona ever stood in front of these doors as a student. This was going to be her last year at Hogwarts as a student. And a part of her was saddened, but mostly she was excited. Finally she was going to be done.

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[james02]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;] James continued leaning against the wall as he watched the students; no one around could really hear what he was saying to Fiona which was good in a way. James found Fiona to be a very intelligent young woman; however she was a Slytherin and James really did love to annoy them if Fiona were in Gryffindor the story would be different but what the public didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them. James grinned at that very thought before he turned to Fiona so he could at least pay attention to what she was saying to him. James fell silent as he waited to hear what kind of summer Fiona had; he wondered if she too had tried her apparition test; however most students weren’t all that worried about it. James on the other hand thought that it was great it was so much better than going through fireplace to fireplace in the floo network; he hated using that system. James turned his attention to Fiona when she began telling him what she did all summer. James nodded in reply as he listened; the newts that got every seventh year worried and for James he just wasn’t sure what to do; sure he was a good flyer but he still wasn’t sure. James smiled when Fiona finished telling him about her summer. “Trying to get ahead huh?” James asked. “I’d thought I’d just go wing it like normal. Probably come out on top as always.” James replied as he explained his plan for taking the newts this year; however he did plan on studying a lot but Fiona didn’t have to know about that one. James was worried about the newts just like everyone else in his year and he planned on giving it his best shot; maybe he would try and gain the newts that would get him into being an Auror and plan his career later once Hogwarts was over and done with. “Any plans once you leave here?” James asked wondering what Fiona was going to do once she leaves. [/style]

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