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Damien scowled a little when Dominic approached and started rambling, asking questions but never letting him get a word in edgewise. His fellow Slytherin seemed to be a little scattered at times. Damien blew it off, knowing that for some, discipline took many years to take root. Evidently, Dominic hadn't had the benefit of a father who forced such things out of a child. So he merely arched an imperial eyebrow, waiting for him to finish. "Yes, she is my family," he mused, partially to himself, closing his book. He set his elbow on the arm of his chair and leaded on his fist. "I'm afraid the situation is worse than I originally thought. She is aware of the Blythe girl's bloodline. She doesn't care; something has infected her family. They have grown too tolerant of the lower classes. She must learn, before she has done irreparable damage to her reputation and her future." But he had no idea what could be done. Michelle was utterly defiant. She'd reveled in the fact that she'd befriended someone of poor breeding. She'd been proud to choose a halfblood over her own family, her own kind! She had been... proud! She had forced him to say aloud that the problem with the girl was her blood, in front of other people. He knew that would come back to bite him, was waiting on it. It was only a matter of time. And she'd been trying to make him do that, had purposefully made him do something that would jeopardize his future. It was unacceptable.

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Going against his normal nature of keeping to himself Ronyo knew his team had earned a celebration for the first win on the year. It had been a brutal game and they had endured it all and come out on top. After cleaning up Ronyo made his way to the common room where he had told the rest of the team to meet up and celebrate. With a smile and flip Ronyo produced both his wands and took a step up on a chair to raise above the group.

"Alright everyone, lets here it for the Slytherin Quidditch team on our first win of the year! Let's keep this up and sweep the competition!," With that Ronyo snapped his Ash wand out quickly follow by his Blackwood to get the celebration started, "Orchideous, Colormuto Multiplex!"

The flowers that fired out flew from Ronyo's wand like confetti and drifted in the air and spread throughout the common room. Not a few seconds after the flowers had begun to come out of the Ash wand the Blackwood fired the color flash charm which now had the floating flowers flashing brightly through a multitude of colors. The resulting combination looked like some strange style of natural fireworks that drifted slowly down and once they landed on something continued to flash and change color. Truly something unique to the nature born Ronyo and also a fantastic use of his two wands for something other than dueling.

Cause she's just like the weather, can't hold her together


Marina was sitting down in a corner of the cold floor, as all the chairs were taken up. She would have liked to sit in front of the fire, but that was where Damien and Dominic were and she had no urge to socialize with them. So she sat cross legged, reading a worn copy of an old muggle adventure novel. She was silently daring someone to challenge her for reading such "lowborn trash". However, she couldn't help but overhear Damien and Dominic's conversation. By the time Dominic's cousin Annabelle had come over marina was literally shaking with anger. Those idiotic, ignorant, bloody prats! Who were they to condemn anyone in Hufflepuff! She was friends with people in Hufflepuff! And Damien seemed to think he owned Michelle just because she was related to him. And Dominic thought he owned every girl in Slytherin. She'd never met a pair of more hateful, purist, sexist boys in her life. The awful thing was that they were both creepily good looking. With pale skin eerily similar to her's and dark hair..... She balled her hands into fists, willing herself to calm down before she jumped up and cursed them both.

Cause she's just like the weather, can't hold her together



Marina looked up, brown eyes wide with shock, as Ronyo Storm, Quidditch captain, and extremely popular fifth year, sat down next to her. What was he doing? "Uh, hi," she mumbled, going extremely red as she realized she had seen her trying to murder Damien and Dominic with her gaze. "I'm Marina. Marina Aldred." Her pale freckled hand reached out to shake his firmly as she started to regain her usual outgoing personality. She brightened at the mention of Jules Verne. "Yes, I have. His writing is absolutely amazing! I loved A Journey to the Center of the Earth and Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea especially. " She smiled, happy to have found someone else in Slytherin with similar tastes.

Cause she's just like the weather, can't hold her together


Marina practically glowed. Finally, someone in Slytherin who shared her views! She nodded enthusiastically. "Yes, after all heroes are made not born. I think people forget that a lot. And there are a lot of different types of heroes." She thought briefly of her mother, her own personal hero. She rolled her eyes at Ronyo's sarcastic question. "Well, it would be a lot better if I wasn't looked down on for my blood and socially excluded both by Slytherins and members of other houses because I am a Slytherin. But green looks good on me, so I can't complain about the colors." She commented dryly. "And as for my "inner snake", I have more like an inner dragon. Most of my housemates are not improving my temper." She nodded in Damien and Dominic's general direction.

"Justice without force is powerless; force without justice is tyrannical"

Cause she's just like the weather, can't hold her together



Marina watched her older housemate depart with a look of respect as she watched him disappear into the crowd. She knew she wouldn't be able to sleep at all for excitement. What friends was he talking about? Who were they? She smiled to herself, hugged her book to her chest, and walked away to the Girls Dorms with her head held high and a warm fire in her eyes.

Ronyo had thought to leave the party early but realized as the captain he likely should keep up appearances for the good of the team. If he left now what was that to say about their leadership if he could not enjoy a moral boosting celebrations? A chuckle left the white haired boy's lips as he thought that had he been in any other house such a thought would not be necessary, yet another odd draw back to the normal Slytherin mind set. He corrected himself though, it was not the normal Slytherin mind set but today's Slytherin mind set. There was a time when all the houses enjoyed fun but also looked to keep up ideas and traditions. Now most of the green and silver thought you had to be of a certain type or certain upbringing to be here.

Shaking his head to do away with the negative notions Ronyo scanned the group for his team to make sure they were properly enjoying themselves. It was times like this that Ronyo found he enjoyed his heightened senses from his times living in the forests. His sixth sense adding the other five and being heightened by his training in China. All of it had been for goals and ideas, most of equal measure and value, but times like this they became truly enjoyable. Ronyo closed his eyes and entered a subtle state of relaxation which gave his sixth sense and other five the chance to stretch out and absorb.

He could hear talk about the game, the notions about the Beaters almost taking out one of the opposing team, talk of the snitch never being caught, the few points scored but yet still a shutout, and small conversations about favorite plays or moments in the game. Other conversations abounded as well but more was going on, as his nose also helped pick up the subtle scents moving through the air. Not something particularly useful in a dungeon with the high humidity and moisture levels making most smells watered down. Some did get through though, the scents of perfumes and colognes used by some of the students who thought to entice others to them, the smell of the pastries being consumed or the beverages being swallowed, and the still small scent of perspiration from the players who may have just freshened up rather than fully clean so they could make the party. Combined with his sixth scenes to focus his hearing and smell towards particular areas that may denote his attention.

It was the lack, or need to subdue, of a sound that caught his attention at the question from Belle about ones time at Hogwarts. The response had been muffled and the volume turned down to hide the response, but small resonate sounds were clear as he was likely emphasizing them even in hushed tones. The words 'lesser' and 'beneath' came out and Ronyo did not have to allow much time to pass for his brain to deduce the context of the words. Given the place of origin, the need to mask the tone, and the fact those words came out denoted an answer to Belle's question that wavered on the higher upbringing child who had the notions of pure blood beaten into their heads from birth.

With a sigh Ronyo looked over to see Belle and Dominic talking to a boy who appeared to be doing his best to hold himself upright. Another sigh feeling for sure that he was the one who muttered the answer to the simple question. Not being one to leave well enough alone, after all how could he have gotten under both Tay and a demon's skin if he wasn't, Ronyo made his way over to the group with a smile like he always wore. He gave a wave of his hand as he nodded to Belle and Dominic before addressing the group.

"Hope I'm not interrupting I was just coming over to see how you were doing Dominic," The comment was true and no hidden purpose lay behind his words as he was concerned for his fellow Beaters health, "Thanks for bringing some refreshments Belle, if I had tried we probably would not have a nice gathering like this," His smile held as he turned to the younger boy who he was curious about, "Again pardon my interruption, Ronyo Storm pleasure."