Post by Claudia Steele on Mar 19, 2008 0:11:20 GMT 5
More. The word More was and is something Claudia knew to much about, her desire to gain the influence of others, the longing to take what is not offered and yet have the lead way to gain more. Anyone that really knew her knew she was not always to be trusted, her attentions, her favors and over all smile came at a cost. This little Slytherin never did anything unless it benefited her in some way shape of form. Shadows cast their loving arms along the walls, playing, twisting with frames and man and beast sounded out their hellos as she walks past but silenced when they gained little more then a haughty tilt of her chin.
Full lips curled, that button nose had lifted a little in her defiant, confident manner that spoke clearly of her worth, her statues and what she was as a witch. The soft click of shoes that even now echoed in the darkness like some predator coming to feast on the unwilling. A stalker come to a nightmare. Thick lashes fluttered as she rounded the corner and found herself in a room that held the Hogwarts cup, among other lesser awards. But it never mattered right? It never said anything to her, lesser awards when the main prize bedazzled you only a few inches away.
Liquid eyes of blue saw first the cup as she closed the space between herself and the cup. How shinny it was, how wonderful and that tingle that ran the length of her spine sparked to life, coursing along her skin with a slither like style. She shivered, closed her eyes as the image of her house getting it, of her being a prefect and now gaining something worth having. Putting the rest of the houses in their place. Mmmm. Just the thought made her lips curl into that pleasurable smile .
This was what it was all about right. This was why they had four houses. This was why… Her mind fell to the houses that had won it. She narrowed her eyes but over all said nothing. No sweet melody fell from her dark peach lips as she refocused. Eyes of blue found herself, the girl in front of her was pretty, could even be called beautiful but with a twitch of sadistic intent. The kind of look that made you want to know what bad could feel like.
Whispered of students, sounds fell faintly around her but she pressed on to look at a few others, how many Slytherin awards could be found?
Full lips curled, that button nose had lifted a little in her defiant, confident manner that spoke clearly of her worth, her statues and what she was as a witch. The soft click of shoes that even now echoed in the darkness like some predator coming to feast on the unwilling. A stalker come to a nightmare. Thick lashes fluttered as she rounded the corner and found herself in a room that held the Hogwarts cup, among other lesser awards. But it never mattered right? It never said anything to her, lesser awards when the main prize bedazzled you only a few inches away.
Liquid eyes of blue saw first the cup as she closed the space between herself and the cup. How shinny it was, how wonderful and that tingle that ran the length of her spine sparked to life, coursing along her skin with a slither like style. She shivered, closed her eyes as the image of her house getting it, of her being a prefect and now gaining something worth having. Putting the rest of the houses in their place. Mmmm. Just the thought made her lips curl into that pleasurable smile .
This was what it was all about right. This was why they had four houses. This was why… Her mind fell to the houses that had won it. She narrowed her eyes but over all said nothing. No sweet melody fell from her dark peach lips as she refocused. Eyes of blue found herself, the girl in front of her was pretty, could even be called beautiful but with a twitch of sadistic intent. The kind of look that made you want to know what bad could feel like.
Whispered of students, sounds fell faintly around her but she pressed on to look at a few others, how many Slytherin awards could be found?