The Snake and the Badger (CutiebyNight x Kaileikehi)
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				Title: <strong>The Snake and the Badger (CutiebyNight x Kaileikehi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CutiebyNight</strong> on <strong>06-08-2016, 07:09:09</strong>
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				Karin Sharpquill spent a lot of her time in the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardy avoiding boys and gawking at girls. Her mind was incredibly sharp, at the top of all of her classes, and had a particular passion for potions. Long silky black-hair flowing all the way to her bottom, perfectly complimenting her school uniform.<br><br>On the night that the Triwizard Tournament had been officially announced, she had become quite beside herself. It was rare that she discussed things with her fellow students unless she were attempting to weasle her fingers underneath a girl's skirt. But on that day, at least for her standards, she was practically aglow. <br><br>"Students from other schools will be coming here," she said to a fellow classmate. "I've always wondered how their uniforms compare to ours." The boy which she was sharing the conversation which merely nodded, quite surprised that the infamous Sharpquill was even talking to him. "I'll be catching an eyefull. Or maybe two."<br><br>When the big moment arrived weeks later, students from all the other important schools marching into the hall, each with their own melodramatic proclamation from Professor Dumbledore to introduce them. Karin got an eyeful of the girls from each of the houses as they flooded into the halls. A smirk crossing her face, she wondered how hard it would be to snatch up one for herself.<br><br>There was a whole new school year ahead for her. Why not dabble in a little overseas witches?
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Snake and the Badger (CutiebyNight x Kaileikehi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaileikehi</strong> on <strong>06-08-2016, 20:02:22</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 9pt;" class="bbc_size">Abrielle shivered, her arms wrapped tightly around her body, her pale-blue, silk robes not doing anything to help contain the heat in the cool Scotland air that was so incredibly different from that of the south of France this time of year. It was late October, nearly November, and she and about a dozen of her peers had just arrived at Hogwarts in the large carriage they would be calling home for the remainder of the school. It was a spacious thing, much larger on the inside than the out, containing a dorm for girls, one for boys, and a several, larger, separate rooms for their headmistress, Madame Maxime. Meals and classes would take place in the actual castle of Hogwarts though, however, Abrielle Couer was not looking forward to this at all. She hadn't even signed up to be one of the students allowed to come along on this trip, tricked into it by several particularly nasty girls who had disliked her from their first year at school. They had entered her name for her, and when it had been called the night before back at Beauxbatons along with the rest of the group here, Abrielle had been quite surprised. <br><br>As she kept to the group, following after their Headmistress after the proper greetings were exchanged with the Headmaster of Hogwarts, Abrielle didn't notice the foot that got stuck out on front of her. She tripped right on over it, holding on tightly to the shawl she had pulled up over her head, trying to give herself some warmth while also hiding the strange appendages on the top of her skull. A backfired curse when Abrielle had been quite small had given the girl what appeared to be cat's ears and a tail, the latter currently hidden beneath her robes and belted to her waist so it didn't stick out as it tended to be quite fluffy when let free. Though many Healers had tried to reverse the spell over the years, it had been determined that to do so would leave Abrielle either paralyzed or deceased due to the way the extra parts were attached to her body. Thus, she was stuck with them… and quite looked down upon for it to be honest. <br><br>Stumbling forward in a manner that was less than the grace expected from the students at her school, Abrielle ended up at the back of the Beauxbatons' group. She did, however, manage to keep herself from falling completely and she hurried a bit to catch up to her peers as they made their way through the wave of students clad in black. They seemed to be arranged by age and then… color? No. House. Hogwarts had houses, though Abrielle couldn't entirely remember what they were called at the moment. The moment of clumsiness though, had made her shawl slip a bit, exposing one fuzzy ear that Abrielle quickly moved to cover back up, holding the shawl tighter round her head and keeping her face down as she chased after her group, heading up into the castle where it was much warmer and welcoming. </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Snake and the Badger (CutiebyNight x Kaileikehi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CutiebyNight</strong> on <strong>07-08-2016, 01:13:13</strong>
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				Waiting along in The Great Hall, feet tettering back and forth with her body weight as she waited for more groups to file in, she briefly fantasized about the possibilites that came with 'friends' from across the seas. She wouldn't have to live down her reputation which had grown at the school. It wasn't as though new girls could consult a chart and see how much of a hellion and troublemaker that she was, despite all of her deceptively solid grades. The hall was chilly, leaving Karin feeling just a bit cold.<br><br>A group of girls donned in beautiful flowy blue outfits came inside, catching Karin completely by surprise, her eyes quickly looking out across the crowd. There were many fine choices to be had, if she were to pick someone to pursue, practically a sea of attractive young women. Both she and many of the Hogwarts boys could be seen gawking, though her own face was practically a sneer. Very few girls who first meet her have no idea what to make of the face, before they realize that she was oft flitting around in some manner of perverse fantasy. And why not with the beauties which she saw before her?<br><br>But, even as she imagined what it must be like to be serviced by dozens of blue-collared girls, one in particular stood out to her. Something about the way which she stood, the way she had hurried into the halls of Hogwarts as though she was having difficulty keeping up. There was something different about her from the rest of the group. Something about the way she held her head down, as though there were some sort of horrible secret weighing down on her.<br><br>Karin couldn't help but take mental note, as the candlelight of the hall illuminated the many bodies inside. A girl with a secret was quite the treasure to unlock, and a challenge made the picking all the more enchanting. Saying damn to the rules, Karin stuck out her hand out from the crowd of Slytherin students, hoping to get the girls attention, if just for a fleeting moment. "Welcome to Hogwarts!" She called out, most uncharacteristic for her, and the fellow Slytherins around her took notice. <br><br>One girl, Susanna Ripjaw, sighed out. "Don't tell me, you've found yourself a new victim, eh Sharpquill?" <br><br>Karin could only grin smuggly. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Snake and the Badger (CutiebyNight x Kaileikehi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaileikehi</strong> on <strong>07-08-2016, 03:57:08</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 9pt;" class="bbc_size">Abrielle quickened her pace, hunkering down slightly as she reached the back of her group, not wanting to get lost from them in this crowd, even if most of them were mean to her and it would have been very easy to locate her Headmistress over all the other heads. Stumbling clumsily a bit more over her feet due to a serious lack of natural grace, the tiny auburn-headed girl's cheeks went pink with embarrassment. Oh, why on earth was she even here in the first place? She would have been perfectly find staying back in France where she was much more comfortable despite her particular eccentricities. At least there everyone already knew about her peculiarities and she didn't feel the need to cover them up so much. She still did of course, but if an ear slipped now and then, or if she grew uncomfortable and needed to unbind her tail from her waist, she could do so with a little less anxiety than she would be able to here. It was going to be a long year… oh, why hadn't she refused when Madame Maxime had called her name as one of the students who would be going on to enter into the competition? She could have… but then, it would be seen as incredibly rude to refuse what was considered such a wonderful honor by her peers. She would have been even more shunned. <br><br>The sea of Hogwarts students were chattering a bit, but not so much as to appear rude as they stood at attention to greet their guests for the coming year. However, there was suddenly a call, a girl's voice, pushing over the murmuring crowd, shouting out a welcome from the group of students trimmed in green. Abrielle's eyes, and most of her group's, move in the direction of the words, a simple welcome that had several of the Beauxbatons girls and boys smiling in response. The call had come from one girl in particular, a dark haired thing, her arm raised in greeting. Tiny Abrielle found her face for one fleeting moment, eyes locking for a split second before her head turned away once more. <br><br>The Hogwarts girl was pretty. Green eyes and a lovely face that sent Abrielle's stomach flipping for a moment as it tended to do whenever she spotted someone attractive. No! That wasn't right. She didn't find that girl appealing, not in the way a boy would. It was wrong, sinful, against the ways of life her parents had brought her up to believe, forcing down her throat what was right in the world and what things were completely unacceptable and Abrielle… she didn't need to be any stranger than she already was. <br><br>Madame Maxime led her student into the Great Hall, indicating the table they were to sit at. 'Ravenclaw', if Abrielle heard correctly, which she remembered now was one of the houses that Hogwarts boasted. She joined her peers, taking a seat among them towards the front end of the table, keeping herself to the edge of the group. Soon, more students began to enter, these clad in red robes and fur, obviously from Durmstrang. The Hogwarts students joined them, flowing into the large hall and taking their seats at their respected tables. The room hushed a bit, as an old man with a beard stood… the Headmaster of Hogwarts, and he spoke a speech of greeting to them all.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Snake and the Badger (CutiebyNight x Kaileikehi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CutiebyNight</strong> on <strong>11-08-2016, 19:24:57</strong>
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				Their eyes had locked, just as Karin had hoped that they would. While it was a brief moment, he got a good look at the girl, and the girl clearly had a good look at her. Some of her friends likewise, but that was completely besides the point. It was rare that they got such an assortment of new students coming in, and Karin's mind couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to pursue a French girl. "And the pursuit begins," she said under her breath, much to the dismay of Susanna.<br><br>"Pray tell, what exactly about this girl you have only just met fascinates you so completely," she demanded, red-hair flowing down to her shoulders. Susanna had the incredible ability of being a Slytherin deep down in her soul, but not quite matching the part on the exterior. Her figure was warm and shapely, and could be found with a large sportly smile across her face. Even now, as they headed to their seats in the Great Hall, she was grinning. It was a shame, Karin thought to herself, that she should possess such a name as Ripjaw. She conversed casually with most people, even Sharpquill, whom in most instances would rather be alone.<br><br>But, upon locking eyes with the French girl of her desires, she did need someone to talk to. "New girl. Doesn't know a thing about me. My darker quirks, both personally and carnally, will be completely fresh. I can show her around to parts of the castle she isn't supposed to go. I coul-"<br><br>"You sound like you're writing a sappy erotic novel," Susanna quipped, taking a moment to look up at the&nbsp; night sky which illuminated the hall. "While I wish you luck in your endeavor, I've got other students that I must also attend to." And just like that Ripjaw was gone, walking a little further ahead to talk to a Slytherin boy. Karin took her seat, which fate should have it, was right across the way from-<br><br>Her heart skipped a beat in anticipation. There was ample opportunity from where she sat. Right across the way, they were practically back-to-back, was the French girl. Listening in on the beginnings of Dumbledore's speech, Karin found her attentions drifting. The Triwizard Tournament was indeed a thing, a thing most students were quite excited about, but something she was hardly looking forward to.<br><br>Karin tapped her fingers on the table, hoping that the speech would soon be over and she would get a chance to make a first impression. Well, beyond the stupendous one she had already made. "Get on with it-" she muttered, hating Dumbeldore and his long-winded talks.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Snake and the Badger (CutiebyNight x Kaileikehi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaileikehi</strong> on <strong>11-08-2016, 20:23:15</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 9pt;" class="bbc_size">Abrielle barely heard a single word that the old man said, though his sparkling eyes were friendly and his smile kind as he opened his arms to welcome them all. After an introduction of Madame Maxime, and the other Headmaster from Durmstrang, Karkaroff, Dumbledore finally sat and they were left with the ability to converse and eat. The serving platters on the long tables were suddenly filled with great heapings of food, some of if more familiar to Abrielle than others, mainly what she knew instantly were French dishes. It was probably part of their welcome to be honest, she doubted these British kids ate french food consistently. Reaching out, but carefully, carefully, so she didn't disturb any of her peers, the tiny girl tugged the bowl of mashed potatoes to herself, scooping some carefully onto the golden plate in front of her and then adding some grilled chicken and broccoli on the sides, never much of one for foods that were too… creative. That and fish. Oh Merlin, how she abhorred fish and yet, for some reason, everyone though she would love it. <br><br>The girl ate politely, slow and with the proper manners she had been taught over the years, never opening her mouth to converse with the others near her, for they simply ignored her presence for the most part. Most of her comrades had undone the scarves and shawls from their heads now that they were in the warmth of the castle, but Abrielle didn't, leaving the shawl pulled tightly down over her hair, hiding her secret beneath it. She tied the thing tightly beneath her chin even, to keep it in place while she ate. Beside her, a pair of other girls whispered in rapid French, One pushed the other playfully with her shoulder, causing her to bump into Abrielle, who, already at the very edge of the end of the bench, for they hadn't made much space for her, lost what little balance she had and was sent tumbling onto the floor. Her fork went flying, potatoes flung into the air and landing promptly on her head as her fork clattered against the stones. There was no apology for either of the girls who'd been responsible, just a tittering of laughter at Abrielle's misfortune, as was typical. <br><br><em>”Minou, minou, minou!”</em> The closest girl teased, placing both hands on top of her head and waving them back and forth like ears. She stuck her tongue out at Abrielle while her friend laughed, shaking her head. <br><br><em>”Peut même pas atterrir sur ses pieds!"</em><br><br><em>"Minou, minou, minou!"</em> Several of the others joined in, their voices not raising high enough above the greater noise of the Great Hall in order for their Headmistress to hear them as they taunter Abrielle. The petite girl's face went red, her cheeks flaring with color and she pushed to her feet, bolting abruptly from her spot on the floor and dashing down the aisle between two of the tables for the door. If Madame Maxime took any notice whatsoever, she ignored it, too used to Abrielle running off in such a fashion, the other girls and boys always telling her that their classmate simply needed 'la toilette'.<br><br>Abrielle slowed in the Entrance Hall, not really sure what to do with herself at the moment, her feet moving on their own, taking her away from the chatter of the dining hall and up some stairs. She reached a landing and decided this was a good a place as any to sit for the time being. So, with the banister to her back, she slid downwards, leaning against the marble bars and resting her forehead down upon her knees. She'd be able to hear when the feast ended, and then she could just… go back to the carriage with the rest of them and go to bed. Perhaps tomorrow would be better, though she severely doubted it. Oh, why wouldn't her parents just agree to home-school her already? <br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Snake and the Badger (CutiebyNight x Kaileikehi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CutiebyNight</strong> on <strong>16-08-2016, 04:32:47</strong>
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				Karin listened in on all of the teasing that was happening around her girl of interest, and was finding it all rather fascinating. Of course her sympathies were with the girl, but she would be lying to herself if she didn't admit that it gave her a completely new set of opportunities. She was alone within her own social group. Not only was Hogwarts a strange and mysterious place for her, but it was also a chance to get away. Karin put some of her hair behind her ear, as she often did when her thoughts were just beginning to buzz into a comprehensive plan.<br><br>There were many ways that the next couple of days could go, she decided to herself. 'For starters,' she thought as she munched down on a chicken leg. 'This girl right here is absolutely intoxicating in just about every category, but no one is taking advantage of her obvious good looks. There's clearly something else wrong with her, as is evidenced by their taunting.' Another large chunk of chicken leg disappeared, as Karin began to work on her mashed potato. 'But it is clearly a very minor thing. Like some sort of wart or growth. The sort of thing that can be easily looked past. Or maybe it is something from her past that she has yet to live down.' She grinned mischievously to herself. 'Yeah. A mysterious sexy past. Maybe full of dark terrors and unspeakable sexual randovious.' She shook her head. 'No no, she wouldn't be capable of such a thing. This is something purely cosmetic, more than likely, someth-'<br><br>The other girl, the object of her current infatuation, had just left the hall. Karin had a moment to think, looking around her. No one else seemed to watch or even care, all lost within their own worlds. Getting up all on her own, no one stopping her or asking where she was going, she left with a new chicken leg in her hand. Quickly, almost noiselessly, she followed the petite French girl. "Couldn't have asked for an opportunity more perfect than this," she said under her breath.<br><br>She stopped on a landing up a flight of stairs, looking as though she were completely lost in her own thoughts. Karin carefully glanced from around the corner, wondering what sort of approach would be appropriate given the situation. She didn't want the frail looking thing to run from her. She didn't want her to think that she would continue the same line of teasing that the others had brought on. Instead, she wished to be a comforter within the situation. Even if it was a fake inauthentic sort of comfort, it was a potential in to this girl's affections.<br><br>And dear god, she wanted that.<br><br>Slipping from around the corner, Karin looked up to the girl, waving shyly. It was a fake kind of shy, but she tried her best to appear demure. "Ummm, hello? You were getting, like, totally pulverized out there. I wanted to make sure that you were okay." She began to move up the stairs. "No one deserves that kind of treatment. And seeing as this is your first day at Hogwarts, I figured that you could use a friend." Karin made up to the girl, stretching her pale hand forward for a shake. "My name is Karin. Karin Sharpquill." Karin took a seat next to the new girl. "I hope that I'm not intruding. I just didn't want you to... do or think something that you would regret later."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Snake and the Badger (CutiebyNight x Kaileikehi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaileikehi</strong> on <strong>17-08-2016, 05:56:57</strong>
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				Abrielle had dissolved into her usual fit of silent tears, hugging her knees to her chest, burying her face against them and rocking herself slightly back and forth in the way she did on a regular basis to attempt and soothe her pained little heart. She really hated getting picked on, but was, unfortunately, all too used to it at this point in her life. Her peers were very good at it, working their way under her skin with an easiness that came with practice. It didn't take much to be honest though, for Abrielle had always been kind of a sensitive soul. As a small child, she had been a very easy target for teasing, started simply by one jealous cousin who wasn't fond of all the attention Abrielle had been getting from some of their other relatives over her being a 'mingonne petite chatonne!'. They had been attempting to make her feel better, a three year old who had just realized she was different from others despite having had her ears and tail since before she'd even turned one. Slightly older, her cousin, Addy, had made it apparent right away that the grown-ups were just telling lies to make her feel better, that Abby was a freak and no one would ever actually like her because of how she looked. <br><br>The tiny girl jumped slightly as she picked up footsteps, hearing them first with the ears on top of her head, and then with the ones on the sides. Her nose sniffed slightly, a bit stronger than the average human's as well, able to smell the incoming stranger. It wasn't a scent she recognized at all, thus, it was unlikely to be one of the other students from her school. They all had the familiar smell of home compared to this place. Abrielle let her eyes flit upwards, turning slightly to look down the stairs, taking in the figure who slipped around the corner, coming towards her with an air of gentleness. The petite fille sniffed, rubbing at her slightly runny nose quickly with the sleeve of her too thin robes, averting her eyes away from the other girl quickly. It was that same one… the girl who had shouted a welcome from among the crowd of green trimmed Hogwarts students. The pretty one who Abrielle wasn't supposed to think was pretty.&nbsp; Abby kept her head down as Karin made her way up the stairs and then, proceeded to stare at the floor as she sat down beside her. <br><br>The girl's words were kind enough, not harsh like Abrielle was used to from her peers, but then, it was common for people to be kind until they found out about her… condition. When she had first started school, Addy had made sure everyone knew about her cousin's freak-like qualities before Abby had even had a chance to step foot on the grounds. Even the other children in her year had quickly shied away from her, not wanting to 'catch' any possible fleas or disease. Without any possibility of friends, Abrielle had just been by herself most of the time…. Trying not to be even more of a freak when she started noticing girls around the same times the other young ladies in her dorm were starting to jabber on about boys. Such things were frowned upon in Abrielle's family. Once they had had a young male couple move in down the street and her parents had put on a face for public, but then whispered behind the doors in their own home about what an absolute abomination it was to have such people in their neighborhood. No, even thinking this girl was even remotely pretty in a sense other than friendly would be considered vastly inappropriate… Still though… she was speaking to Abrielle… reaching out a hand of welcome, purposely seeking her out to make sure she was alright.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>”Merci...</strong> Abrielle whispered softly, letting her hand rise to take Karin's for a mere moment, not wanting to appear rude by denying her a handshake. She let go very quickly though, returning to hugging about her legs, fingers moving to play with a slight hole in the hem of her robes. She'd tripped over them earlier in the day and torn them, but it was alright, she could fix it easily later. <strong>”Eet ees… very kind ov 'ou. But zey shall pick on 'ou, eef zey see 'ou speaking to me.”</strong> Abby nodded gratefully, stumbling slightly over her words, having never been the best at speaking english despite being able to understand it just fine. <strong>“Zey are very… improper. To behave so at zis… zis welcoming. I apologize for zeir rudeness.”</strong> Abrielle blushed, embarrassed of her classmates' behavior, knowing they knew better than to put off such a terrible first impression, even if they were simply doing as they always did by teasing her. <strong>“Je… I am Abrielle Coire, Karin Sharpquille.”</strong> Abby frowned, her tongue slipping awkwardly over the other girl's name, enunciating the vowels a little more than was necessary. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Snake and the Badger (CutiebyNight x Kaileikehi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CutiebyNight</strong> on <strong>18-08-2016, 12:47:37</strong>
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				The hand shake was a little slight for the tastes of Karin, but she had just decided to track the girl down afterall. There were many folks who would have had far more defensive responses to having their privacy completely screwed over, but at the very least this girl seemed to keep her dignity about her. Karin brought her hand down to her knee, quite pleased with the manner in which her skirt could so effortlessly show off her pale legs without making it seem like a purposeful activity. <br><br>Moments after words began to trip and fall from Abrielle's mouth, Karin couldn't help but smile warmly. There was nothing hotter than a girl with a strong accent and with slight difficulties at pronouncing your own name, or at least Karin was beginning to believe so. Everything about the girl, right down to the way that she seemed endlessly stuck in an endless cycle of depression, tickled her fancy. It was not so long ago that Karin had been in such a state herself. "You really don't have to apologize for them. My own classmates do dumb as shit things all the time, doesn't mean that I pay them any mind." Though sometimes, when she was feeling in her sharpest of moves, she would sometimes recommend dumb things from which they can partake. <br><br>"Coire is a lovely last name. Almost as lovely as your accent. I doubt my inflections sound as cool as yours." Karin knew that the British accent could be appealing to some, especially pervy American boys. Oh yes, she had times with some of them. "It isn't the best way to start your first day at Hogwarts, but listen, I can fix all that." <br><br>Karin placed her hand on the girl's shoulder. She didn't want to seem too eager as to scare her off, but it was all worth mentioning. "There is a whole castle here. If you keep your voice down and your ears perked, you can find all sorts of things to keep your mind off of things." Giving the girl's shoulder a pat, she brought her voice down, hoping to sound sympathetic. "Listen, I know it sucks. Believe me, I've been called more names than you could ever even fucking imagine. But you know what I've learned..." A bit of dark joy came to her voice. "...this castle is magic. And not just, you know, magic magic. The kind that is regulated and given a large stamp by the Ministry. I mean totally untamed magic. Shit has gone down here the last few semesters like you wouldn't even believe." Karin doubted she needed to mention all of the comings and goings of Sirius Black in the previous semester. It gave everyone a rightful scare. "We have had demeantors here. Some believe... you know..." It made her positively giddy everytime that she thought about. "...The Dark Lord... Voldermort." <br><br>Her grin deepened, curling even further up her face. "It's fun to say blasphemy sometimes."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Snake and the Badger (CutiebyNight x Kaileikehi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaileikehi</strong> on <strong>19-08-2016, 05:00:53</strong>
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				Abrielle continued to pick at the hole in the hem of her robes, her fingers doing it out of anxiety, unable to stay still completely when she was still feeling quite high strung from all of the things she'd encountered today. First, they'd boarded the carriage with the trunks and gotten settled onto it, and, once in the air, Abby had grown quite sick to her stomach, never having been much of one for flying. Her choking had incited teasing about hair balls while she was pelted with bits of toffee. The ride, despite only lasting half the day, had been an arduous one. An endless adventure set between vomiting and having her tail pulled, having left it loose, knowing that she'd have to tie it to herself later. It wasn't so bad, for the first little bit of having it tied, but after a while, the muscles and bones started to ache, wanting to be freed and stretched out again. It was already at the point where she very much wished she could release it. She kept it pinned down, a combination of a piece of elastic and the underside of her breasts, wrapped from around her waist, curling up under her chest, and into an armpit which had long lost it's tickle sensitivity. It created no bulge within her billowing robes, making it easily hidden.<br><br><strong>“Zey are not lovely. 'ou 'ave much… prettier words. Tres belle.”</strong> Abrielle shook her head, her auburn hair peeking out from underneath the shawl. Her ears were starting to hurt from keeping them pinned down, but it would have looked weird should she have two lumps sticking up out of her head. Her last name wasn't even French, an odd thing taken from her Irish ancestors on her father's side while her accent was simply an accent. It didn't sound all that interesting to her, just simply French, and badly pronounced English at that. The tiny kitten's eyes trailed away from the hole in her robes to the Slytherin's legs for a moment. They were nice ones, pale and pretty and very… leggy. With a slight gulp, Abby looked away, wondering how anyone could possibly stand having bare legs when it was this cold even in the castle, but then, Karin was probably all too used to this kind of weather. <strong>”'ow are 'ou not frozen?”</strong> She asked, though it was mostly rhetorical and to herself, her eyes glued to the floor.<br><br>The french girl jumped slightly as she felt Karin's hand land on her shoulder, her head shooting up a bit, eyes meeting those green ones for the second time that night. She looked away quickly, not used to being touched very often. She was gone from home nine months out of the year, and even then, her parents had never been much of the touchy-feely type. Her sense were hyper-aware of that pretty hand on her shoulder, oh how very much so and it made it difficult for Abrielle to pay attention to the words coming out of the Slytherin's mouth, but she did her best. It was an interesting concept, the castle being magic, an untamed kind that made the very building feel like it was breathing sometimes. At least, that was how Beauxbatons felt on occasion, for it too, was thriving with magic. The idea that Hogwarts had the same quality… it made Abrielle feel a bit better. But then Karin went and said that name… <br><br>Even though she was from France, the name 'Voldemort' was quite well known to her. It was a dark thing, a sinister word that most avoided saying for it tended to bring bad luck about to the speaker. The very sound of it coming from Karin's lips made the kitten shudder and she shook her head again, obviously not liking it. <strong>”Do not speak ov zis 'orrible person! 'e ees dead. Gone. Mort, just like 'is name.”</strong><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Snake and the Badger (CutiebyNight x Kaileikehi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CutiebyNight</strong> on <strong>19-08-2016, 12:26:59</strong>
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				"to be honest, I don't really think much about the cold." Karin was far from willing to lose her leggy advantage even if the air was a bit nippy. It was one of her many charms, the very things which gave her advantages over the other people surrounding her. She knew for a fact that she was eccentric, so being pretty and sexually appealing was one of the few qualities that she had left. Charm was well out of her grasp, unless one found her complete lack of tact in and of itself adorable. She had yet to find such a man, nor such a woman for that matter. "I've got more important things to do with my time than worry about little sensations like discomfort."<br><br>Realizing that she had quite lost the girl with her uttering of Voldermort's name, Karin casually shrugged. The name really didn't mean all that much to her. If anything, it was just another one of the fun things that the Headmaster would tell them at the end of the semester. A couple of years ago, he made sure that everyone know how one of their professors had been carrying Voldermort along with him. It was, in her mind, complete rubbish. But there was only so much that one could do to debate with the Headmaster and his favorite pupil. "See, it amazes me when people respond like that. It's really different than saying an expletive. Just a word. It isn't as though a bolt of scary dark magic is gonna come down on me if I say Vol-" <br><br>She stopped herself, clearing her throat. "-my point being though, is that we have had a ton of news worthy stuff happen at this school. The Chamber of Secrets, the whole Black thing. We are practically reeking with drama." She moved one of her legs to the side, ever so slightly her knee bumped into the knee of the other girl. "Surely you will be able to find something to shake you out of this dark point that you're at. And hey, I can be one hell of a guide!" <br><br>Going on an adventure with this new mysterious girl was exactly what she wanted to do with the rest of her evening. Eyes set on the goal, attempting to play things as casual and friendly as she could manage, she had no intentions of leaving the girl's side until there was at least a passing interest from the opposing party. "What do you think? Want an unofficial tour of the castle from a sexy dangerous Slytherin girl?" Her lips curled into a smile. "Or am I too scary for you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Snake and the Badger (CutiebyNight x Kaileikehi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaileikehi</strong> on <strong>19-08-2016, 18:56:34</strong>
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				<strong>”'ou are mad.”</strong> Abrielle shook her head, managing a small smile as she leaned forward, resting her cheek against her blue covered knees and peeking at Karin from beneath the droop and tassels of her shawl. She was feeling a bit better now that she had gotten away from her classmates and had had time to let her emotions patter out the way they tended to eventually. At least this strange girl seemed nice enough, but then, she was unaware of Abby's more… sensitive features. Her eyes trailed once again to the Slytherin's legs, lingering but a moment before they shied away, never much of one for looking at people unless they were speaking to her. And even then, it was improper to be looking more at their body than their face. <strong>”Eet ees more than just a little cold, Karin.”</strong> Her tongue flowed over the name just as awkwardly before, maybe even more so. <br><br>The french girl lifted her head as she felt Karin's knee knock into her ever so subtly and she sat up completely then, readjusting her shawl, making sure it was pulled down quite tightly around her head. She listened, appreciating the Slytherin's robust words and proclamation of being a good guide. The way she put it, this school was an exciting place to be, although, it also sounded fairly dangerous of Abrielle was honest. She'd never been much for adventure, preferring to keep to herself quite a fair bit. However, despite this, Karin was being nice to her… and she didn't want to lose that by refusing the offer to show her around. She knew she'd eventually lost the Slytherin's friendliness to the words of her fellow students. After all, no one wanted to be friends with someone as freakish as Abby was, not even in the wizarding world. Everyone had their limits. <br><br>With a sigh, the kitten nodded. <strong>”Alright zen...”</strong> She pressed up from the floor, her tiny shoes clacking slightly against the stone, pretty grey suede things that all of her peers wore, though she would have much preferred some good old trainers. At the suggestion that Karin was scary though,&nbsp; Abrielle actually managed to give a small laugh. It came out, tiny and singular, a soft thing that still had her covering her mouth with her hand. <strong>”'ou are not very frightening, Karin Sharpquill. Je suis beaucoup plus effrayant que vous, je promets.”</strong> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Snake and the Badger (CutiebyNight x Kaileikehi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CutiebyNight</strong> on <strong>28-09-2016, 11:06:55</strong>
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				The entire deal was far easier than the Sytherin girl woul have ever dreams that it would be. Already, the precious girl which had attracted her eyes was going along with the adventure, and being quite friendly about it to boot. If Karin hadn't known any better, she would have sworn that the girl had been briefly gazing down at her legs, but that could also be her ego talking. Standing up, long black hair flowing behind her as she nodded towards the beautiful girl in front, she quickly took her hand. "Well, now that you are challenging me, I guess that I will just have to show you how dangerous I can be." She cackled lightly, before realizing just how great her hand felt within hers.<br><br>Perhaps it was simply because she had received attention from the same sex in what felt like forever, but Abrielle's hand felt simply astonishing. Like a shock to her entire system upon impact. Karin found herself becoming excited. "I will lead the way. Let go when you start to feel chicken." And with that, Karin tightened her grip around the other girl's, leading her away from the staircase and down one of the nearby corridors. "Is there anyplace that you like to see? Surely, you have heard of some of our famous locales here at Hogwarts." Looking over to Abreille, she grinned a toothy smile. "Do you have ghosts where you are from?" Creaking could be heard from the roof above them, almost on cue with the end of Karin's question. "We've got like a billion of the things. Enough to keep you on your toes. You know, when they don't keep you up all night with their screaming." This was, of course, a bold-faced lie. There were some troublemakers in the group, truly, but most Slytherin's had a pretty solid night of rest. Or at least, Karin did. But Karin was a close friend with many of the ghosts. "I should introduce you to some of my deceased friends. They find me quite the host. I'm sure they'll find you quite the dish." <br><br>Karin looked at the girl. "You know, maybe you should be the one to lead for a sec." She closed her eyes, coming up with a fun game. "Take me wherever you want to go. And once you have found that place, tap me on the shoulder." Karin gulped. "Being out of control is a good way of testing whether the person you are with is worthy of interest. I want you to take me to a room that..." Coming up with things on the fly could sometimes make her seem just a bit rambly, but Karin pressed on. "...a room that feels like you. Makes sense, right?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Snake and the Badger (CutiebyNight x Kaileikehi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaileikehi</strong> on <strong>06-10-2016, 05:22:16</strong>
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				Abrielle blinked in slight shock as Karin reached down and took her hand like it was the simplest thing in the entire world. The French girl kept her grip loose though, at least until she was being pulled rapidly to her feet and tugged along down the hallway. The kitten reached up with her free hand, keeping it locked tightly around her shawl to prevent it from falling off of her head as she chased after Karin, not entirely sure where the Slytherin intended on taking her. She kept up though, her feet moving along quickly, not wishing to fall behind when she didn't know anything about what was what in this castle. It would take her time to be able to navigate it properly. <br><br>“Oui, we 'ave ghosts, but not very many.” Abrielle stated simply, her pace slowing as Karin's did, not worried about any ghosts to be honest. She was Muggleborn, but she'd seen enough of the things to no longer be afraid of them like small children would have been when first seeing them. “Zey must be'ave if zey are to be 'elcome at Beauxbatons.” The kitten nodded seriously, knowing how strict things were at her own school. All of their ghosts were well-to-do, not a single one bloody or covered with chains or dismembered in any fashion. And they certainly didn't go about wailing their woeful ways of being dead but still upon the earth. <br><br>As Karin mentioned that perhaps it was Abrielle's turn to take the lead, the kitten frowned. She shook her head, releasing Karin's hand and automatically moving both of her own to her robes, leaving her shawl a bit loose on her head. She tangled her hands in the light blue material. “'ow? I do not know ze castle like you do, Karin Sharpquill. I do not know which room would be like myself.” She shook her head, her shawl dangerously slipping. She grabbed at it quickly, holding it down over her head, not allowing it tumble, her eyes widening with absolute panic at what might have happened if it had gone floating to the floor.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Snake and the Badger (CutiebyNight x Kaileikehi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CutiebyNight</strong> on <strong>07-10-2016, 11:28:31</strong>
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				Seeing as the ghosts weren't doing anything to the girl, Sharpquill thought of some of the other nooks and crannies which Hogwarts had to offer. When they slowed, it was made very clear that Abrielle wasn't going to be the type to go exploring in the dark of the night all by herself. She would need a guide. Perhaps even an expert.<br><br>Karin knew for a fact that something was up on top of her pretty head. There was no girl who kept a hood that tightly atop her head without some reason behind it. The Slytherin looked at it, fighting back the impulse to just reach her hand up and pull it back. Her imagination raced with all of the things she could possibly have. Perhaps she was horribly disfigured? Or even have some fancy set of horns? Karin couldn't help but be fascinated with all of the potential.<br><br>"I would love to show you my dorm, but sadly with the way this school code works that won't be happening," Karin sighed. "The Slytherin common room is very gothic. Green lighting, lots of stone, statues of snakes. It is more than a little cool." <br><br>She stopped for a moment, waiting for a ghost to go by and disappear. Looking up at the ceiling for a moment, she wondered how she could get the girl to let down her hood. It was a curiosity that was tickling Karin to the point of distraction from everything else. Her natural impulses, which often lead to quick actions without proper thought, came up with a scheme she was sure would be foolproof. A distraction a girl like her surely would be taken off-guard by, if she proved to be a gay witch or not.<br><br>"Or..." Karin gazed into her eyes, a spark of playful menace now crossing her face. Like a viper eagerly waiting to wrap around its prey. "...I can think of a completely other kind of adventure we could take." Bridging the small gap between them, Karin pressed her lips against Abrielle's, while simultaneously moving her hands up to the girl's head, hoping her scheme would leave her so dazed as to be unaware of her attentions to pull it down.
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