<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"></span><div class="floatleft">(http://s13.postimage.org/tbe7h5cgz/007.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><strong>Name:</strong>  Rome Ivos Dotson.<br/><strong>Position:</strong> Defense against the Dark Arts Teacher.<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Castle Grounds, North Tower, Dark Arts Lecture Hall.  <br/><strong>Tagged:</strong> Svetlana.<br/><br/></span><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"> Rome's eyes followed her down the wide stairs all the way to his desk, where she so confidently slipped her behind on the desk and crossed her legs before him. That, was a perfect example of one of the many things she could get away with while others couldn't. He prefered her over the others because there was something about her he couldn't put his finger on. Everyone else that followed him was clear as day, the smart, the stupid, the abbrasive, the timid...but she was something else all together. Not only she was wiser beyond her age, but sometimes it seemed she knew just what to say, and what advice to give to help him in a given situation. The fact that she was more knowledge than him irritated him, greatly, but he was not one to diminish brilliance. He was not his father, he was not -senselessly- cruel, just cruel. <br/><br/>"I cannot stand watching those...wilderbeast out there, confused and stupidly joyous. Like sheep, all of them ready to fall off the cliff if simply swayed the right way." He literally seemed to have an expression of disgust on his face as his gaze turned towards the painted windows, which pushed more shadow than light into the room. "I could kill them all, one by one I could just pick them off like ants and squeeze until their blood oozes from every pore in their skin...but there are some, who we can use." <br/><br/>He paused his train of thought momentarily to answer her second question, the same time her hand extended to toy with one of his hairs. He did not mind the touch, in fact he seemed to enjoy how she seemed confident enough to touch him when she pleased. "I suppose we could do that..." He rolled his chair back and took to his feet, loosening the tie around his neck and slipping it off to put it on the desk and taking a step to the side so he would be standing directly in front of her. "Would you not be afraid?" A small sadistic and cruel grin began circling his lips slowly, one could even watch it grow as his hand slowly extended forward, an eerie and heart stopping pace to anyone else but she was not so weak. His hand landed in her hair, and his body walked up so his knees pressed at the desk, forcing her crossed legs apart so he stood between them. His fingers took a fistful, and with a sudden and rough yank he pulled her head backwards and forced her gaze up at him. <br/><br/>He was so close to her, a touch away, yet his intentions were far from desire. His lips touched her own for merely a second, before his head tilted downwards and he brushed his lips down her cheek all the way down to her ear, in which his words were whispers. "I would come at you with every intention to kill...murder...burn...and twist your body until nothing remains but the painfully average memory of your fortitude and the smell of scorched skin in the pathetic, Mudblood's noses."<br/><br/>His tone was different from when he spoke with her as she came down the stairs. Of all people, she would know that best. He did not know what it is to jest, everything he did served a purpose. Every threat he issued was to assert his dominance, and though he enjoyed her confidence and allowed her to touch him as she wished, that came with a price. That price was his own sadistic view of playfulness. If she wanted to be this close to him, she needed to deal with all sides of him, she needed the strength to keep up.<br/></span><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i896.photobucket.com/albums/ac161/boobytrap1993/02_zpsb359fd77.jpg) (http://s896.photobucket.com/user/boobytrap1993/media/02_zpsb359fd77.jpg.html)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><strong>Name:</strong> Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy<br/><strong>Position:</strong> Student<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Castle Grounds, Student Housing. <br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>  Athena, The rain of stuff. <br/><br/></span><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"> His grin widened lightly as he leaned his side against the white wooden post beside him, crossing his arms as he listened to Athena roam his imagination wild. Oh she was one of the special ones that knew what to say just to hook his curiosity. She also seemed to be the one that would leave him with these thoughts and nothing more, just to toy with him lightly and create a teasing chase. Oh he knew he was a challenge, certainly more so than other regular girls who seemed to fall at his feet for no reason other than he's a Malfoy. The talk of her dresses had him distracted to say the least, though he managed to let out a small hum of curiosity and a playful brow raise just to make sure she knew that she hooked him. "Ah I can see it too, a white, tight dress that comes down just over the knees...perhaps a little higher and you'd certainly capture every eye in the room." <br/><br/>He added onto her thoughts with some of his own, and before he knew it they had already created an entire scenario fixated on all the enticing things she could wear. Then, she said just the right thing once again. This girl...she seemed to out-do him at his own game, and he was honestly slightly taken back by it though more intrigued once that feeling subsided. "Well, whenever you decide it's time for you to retreat to such a place, where one gets to see you in all forms of different...<em>clothing</em>(And he said that word a little too teasingly), you now know where I live for the year. It sounds ever so delightful." He flashed her a small wink, and before he could move his lips to utter another word the sound of things hitting the ground beside him caught his attention. <br/><br/>He turned his head, and oh did he ever regret turning his head. One after another, an item fell, then another, from clothes...to panties...to earrings, to god knows what else. He stood there a little astounded, looking up at Lily who decided to have a wardrobe makeover on the lawn. His head shifted between her throwing things off, and Albus who stood there and watched her do it. Honestly he was a little speechless at the whole thing, before tilting his head towards Athena so his words were whispers, his eyes still on the falling things all the way to the grand door slam. "I think they're having some family issues..." </span>