So Many Plots to Plot // Open
Dec 28, 2014 20:02:04 GMT
Post by Deleted on Dec 28, 2014 20:02:04 GMT
Rosalee sat in the open area of the Slytherin Common Room, Potions book draped over her lap and a quill in her fingers, twirling absent-mindedly as she stared at the text, not reading it at all, as thoughts processed repeatedly through her mind. Ever since her uncle had sequestered her after that gods-awful Muggle class (made only slightly better because of the instructor), Rosalee's thoughts had been turned entirely to her cousin whom had apparently been avoiding his parents to the point that Draco was concerned they'd done something to offend their only son and heir. It would be easy to follow Scorpius around and observe him, she naturally had done so since they were infants, but she felt an incredible unease at knowing that perhaps something was going on with him that had, until now, alluded her.
She cast her ice blue eyes around the Common Room in annoyance at the noise level. Certainly she wasn't actually studying the book in her lap, but her housemates didn't know that. Eyes narrowed at a group of boys in the corner shouting about Quidditch and placing bets on the next match. She wouldn't have been surprised to see Potter among the gathered wizards. It was however another dark head of hair that seemed to be causing more commotion in the form of giggling idiots on the other side of the room where Slytherin females - clearly misplaced Ravenclaws, Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs considering their obvious wantonness, lack of tact, and ease with which they bought into pathetic pick up lines - were swooning over the American, @archer.
"I'm aware that some of you are under the impression that you can get by on good looks alone," she scowled viciously at the girls. "Which means you either have lying friends and family members or the inability to purchase a proper mirror," she said scathingly and smirked when she thought she saw one of the girls hold back a few tears. "But there are those of us who value our education, and the sound of giggling idiots is violently distracting," she said calmly, not even willing to disguise the very obvious threat as she replaced the quill in her hand with her wand.
She cast her ice blue eyes around the Common Room in annoyance at the noise level. Certainly she wasn't actually studying the book in her lap, but her housemates didn't know that. Eyes narrowed at a group of boys in the corner shouting about Quidditch and placing bets on the next match. She wouldn't have been surprised to see Potter among the gathered wizards. It was however another dark head of hair that seemed to be causing more commotion in the form of giggling idiots on the other side of the room where Slytherin females - clearly misplaced Ravenclaws, Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs considering their obvious wantonness, lack of tact, and ease with which they bought into pathetic pick up lines - were swooning over the American, @archer.
"I'm aware that some of you are under the impression that you can get by on good looks alone," she scowled viciously at the girls. "Which means you either have lying friends and family members or the inability to purchase a proper mirror," she said scathingly and smirked when she thought she saw one of the girls hold back a few tears. "But there are those of us who value our education, and the sound of giggling idiots is violently distracting," she said calmly, not even willing to disguise the very obvious threat as she replaced the quill in her hand with her wand.