you made my heart drop;; anton

[soraya v. lupin]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-image: url(http://i583.photobucket.com/albums/ss279/legendskseeker/oceanbreezebg-1.png); padding-bottom: 20px;] my pokerface i wanna roll with him a hard pair we will be, a little gamblin' in fun when your with me, i love it. russian roulette is not the same without a gun, and baby when it's love if its not rough it isn't fun as far as she was concerned, soraya didn't care much about what people said about her, nor did she care what they thought. she wasn't out to impress anyone, and she sure as hell didn't care much for having to impress the people who ultimately weren't looking to impress her. besides, she was part veela. people should be looking to impress her, not the other way around. not that she'd ever publicly express that or anything. and it wasn't really like she ever actually had to either. most people she met seemed to be okay with her upfront personality, her irresponsible and sometimes irritating habits, and the fact that she wasn't out to impress anyone. after all, who was really going to remember annonymous girl number three who decided that they'd like to spread worthless rumours about you in ten years time? or that random guy who lives down the hall that didn't really like it when your music was turned up loud? honestly, life was too short to live up to other peoples expectations. and most people seemed to acknowledge it when they realised that you weren't one to be influenced by what others thought of you. there was one particular person in soraya's life, however, that seemed to defy that general rule. someone who seemed to take the fact that soraya didn't care about what he thought, and often turned it into something that she did care about. that person, of course, was anton rosier. it was a funny story, how she and anton rosier had met. it was in his first year at hogwarts, at the ravenclaw breakfast table. since they were only a year apart it was only a matter of time before they met really, but it was unfortunate that they meet under the circumstances that they did. because it just so happened that, in the morning in particular, anton rosier was spouting out his usual pureblood supremacy crap. if there was one thing that you should know about soraya, it was that she didn't buy into any of that crap. her parents had a long history of being 'blood traitors', way back to her great-grandfather's days of being muggle obsessed. then her great-grandma married her grandpa, being disowned from the black family... her grandma marrying a weasley and her werewolf grandpa marrying her gran. her parents relationship, even today, was frowned upon, and considered traitorous. soraya was proud to be a half-blood. so she wasn't pure. but she was more beautiful than the average pureblood anyway. she had ten fingers and toes, and she didn't have a second head. she was perfectly normal, healthy and happy without being a pureblood. and everything that rosier was saying was just a load of crap. soraya hadn't hesitated to rip shreds off him that day, calling him out on where the hell he thought that he had the right to be saying shit like that without knowing everyone's story? what about the platt girl, named a muggleborn but actually a pureblood? or a half-blood who was raised as a pureblood? there were always exceptions to the rule, and his inability to budge infuriated her. it had always infuriated her. to the point where he would take it and throw it back at her whenever he got a chance. sometimes, she truly hated him for it, and some of the things he would say. but, during other times, she thought that she loved the arguments more than she hated him. their relationship of constant arguing and heated debates continued through much of their hogwarts years. she came to learn quite a bit about him over their shared arguments, and the same was probably true on his end. she had also come to enjoy his company when he wasn't being a right prat. those times were few and far between though, and even when they seemed to be getting alone, it was only because soraya was biting her tongue everytime he said something that she wanted to slap him for. but, even she had to admit, when she was winning an arguement it was fun. she loved sitrring him up, even though it didn't happen very often. she was usually the first to leave the fight when she thought that she might just hex him if he continued. what could she say? veela tempers were hereditary. soraya hadn't been expecting to see anton today, though. as much as she loved their little banters, she had work to do, and was huddled up in a small empty classroom on campus so she could get it done. sometimes, she wished she had chosen a less challenging major. wandlore and making? it also meant there were a lot of assignments that went along with it. having told most her friends that she probably wasn't going to be able to see them for the next few weeks as she caught up on work, and only really preparing time for elias, eating and sleeping (and, you know, lectures), soraya was absolutely determined to get well into the pile that just kept growing. she was succeeding too, until she heard the door to the empty room opening. a little annoyed, soraya didn't bother to look up until she heard the person coming into the room instead of leaving when they saw it was occupied. putting her quill in her ink, she looked up, flipping her hair over her shoulder whilst doing so, only to see the familiar, sunken and smirking face of anton rosier. rolling her eyes, she turned her attention back to her work. "what do you want, rosier?" she asked from her parchment, wondering whether there was a specific reason for his sudden arrival, or if he was just here to stir shit up. well, if that was the case, he was sure in for a treat. after all, soraya was stressed out, hungry and a little sleep deprived. combine this with her unpredictable veela temper, you were asking for some trouble. well, if that's what he was after, soraya would bring it. and bring it in abundance. 1015, tony, outfit, crappy starting, but yay for tony and soraya!

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[anton c. rosier]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,background-image:url(http://i52.tinypic.com/otj5sn.jpg); width: 390px; height: 450px; -moz-border-radius: 40px 0px 40px 0px; border-radius:40px 0px 40px 0px; opacity: 0.8; border-right: #7298ac 15px solid; border-left: #7298ac 15px solid;] the morning so far had been rather predictable for a certain young rosier. waking up stupidly early, as per usual, due to the terrifying sounds of owls hooting outside his window. okay, so maybe not terrifying but it certainly made a change for anton not to be scared of something. rethinking though, they do have abnormally sharp beaks that one wouldn't want to be on the receiving end of. yes, they were absolutely horrifying creatures that carried fleas and gnats and all things anton rosier wouldn't like to come in contact with. he was a light sleeper mostly, but that was due to his nervousness of everything in life. why did everything have to be so creepy or filthy? the very thought of brooms and heights and dirty animals made his hair curl. but, let's face it, did anyone ever see a hair on his head out of place? hell no. tony prided himself on the fact no one knew what a coward he was. he'd always found it easy to keep his composure around over people, mainly because he could always hide behind them without them realising... or maybe just because they forgot about it. merlin, mild memory charms were an absolute dream. either that or a simple threat and a hex would do the job of keeping their mouths shut about it. surprisingly, tony did have a conscience, it just failed to speak until after he'd threated or injured someone. he'd simply learnt to ignore the guilty feeling in the put of his stomach; he saw that as a sign of a true man. "never regret." is what his grandpa used to tell him and tony heeded his every word when he was alive, so why would he deny him in death? life as a rosier had always been fairly easy, he was spoilt by his parents and grandparents; got everything he wanted, that sort of thing. on the other hand, with great pleasure comes great responsibility. okay, so he know that's not the real phrase but tony was always one to change things to make them relevant to him. he had too, it's what his family expected of him. a lot of people disliked his attitude in and around school. tony wasn't stupid, he new everything that was said about him. but if they hated him at school, they'd loath him at home. even he hated himself when he had to kick his personal house elf through the door frame. luckily, he only had to do it when his parents were watching and as soon as he was out of the room he made a clear effort to apologise to the elf. "a rosier never apologises." that was another of his grandpa's sayings. he had hundreds, everyone of which are still etched into tony's brain. he definitely mellowed when he was at university and away from his over protective, over bearing family. he was more of himself when around his friends. mostly winter. damn, he loved that guy. but this was not the time for reminiscing on their bromance. normality was something that came in two sections in tony's life. home and university. obviously, today was university. so after waking up he pushed himself out of the warm bed (he'd love to thank the house elves for the bed pans sometime) and took a bath. being the vain tony he was, he'd taken the time in his fourth year at hogwarts to learn charms which dried his hair and positioned it in the perfect place. this made mornings an easy affair for the young man. the clothing choice was always the harder part. despite his hatred for muggles, he always thought their style was pretty admirable and due to the fact he had no classes today, what was the point in looking smart. fashionable was the way forward. he pulled on a dark grey, almost navy top with a scarf-like neck band followed by his favourite beige trousers and brown belt. tony's grey eyes surveyed the weather outside. the grounds were a little damp so not great weather for his usual choice of espadrilles. in a revolutionary change of heart, he actually pulled on a pair of socks and then open military boots before grabbing his casual burgundy cardigan and rolling up the sleeves. clicking his knuckles, he left the bathroom and went to eat himself silly at the breakfast table. if there was one thing tony loved more than winter, or himself for that matter. in fact, make it his and winter's bromance, it was food. holy grindylows, tony adored the stuff. in all honesty, he should've been clinically obese before his seventh birthday because of his lack (or phobia of hurting himself during) exercise. he could be eating up to six meals a day. why wasn't he fat? tony put it down to good genes and really, that was the only explanation. thank god for quick metabolisms. helping himself to three pumpkin pasties and a croissant with butter and jam he talked to other ravenclaw freshman about the upcoming day. he and the lads had a few crazy stunts up their sleeves and couldn't wait to try them out and without giving too much away, he grabbed a lemon muffin and went out on his quest to find the others. they hadn't really specified a place to meet but it usually consisted in the form of an empty classroom and if they were struggling, they usually sent patronus' or owls (much to tony's dislike) to each other on the subject. consequently, he decided on finding a way to pass the time until he received a message. munching contentedly on his muffin, he wandered aimlessly down the corridor and looked in the windows of the classroom in the off chance he might see the others. what he found was the complete opposite. soraya lupin. brilliant. was there a more wonderful way to pass the time than piss a veela off? grinning mischievously, he pushed open the door with his spare hand and sauntered in. tony was never one to start a conversation but that was the great thing about soraya. "want do you want, rosier?" typical. tony chuckled a little and strolled over, pulling himself up to sit on the table she was working (just to be the awkward sod he was). "now now, soraya. let's not be haughty. i just came in to say how hot you're looking today. alright, sexy?" trying and failing to keep a straight face he laid straight across her parchment in a lazy manner. "you know, you should really work on that temper of yours. it'll get you no where." damn, he thought he was hilarious and let's face it, anyone watching on would've been laughing as well. finito. outfit. one thousand on hundred and twenty six words. for katy. big love for these two, haha. tony's going to test her patience!

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[soraya v. lupin]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-image: url(http://i583.photobucket.com/albums/ss279/legendskseeker/oceanbreezebg-1.png); padding-bottom: 20px;] my pokerface i wanna roll with him a hard pair we will be, a little gamblin' in fun when your with me, i love it. russian roulette is not the same without a gun, and baby when it's love if its not rough it isn't fun when soraya was nine, there was a bit of an incident involving a particularly rude little boy, and a rock that may or may not have been thrown at him. it was actually quite the scene as the rock drew blood (although no real damage) and the boy threatened "to sue" because he had been watching boston legal that day. soraya's parents had to apologise profusely as a result of their daughters temper, explaining that she was going through a 'tough time'. of course, that was a lie, but it was easier than saying "yeah, sorry, but my daughter's part mythical creature that is widely known to have a terrible temper. sorry 'bout that." however, consequences had to be taken. and aside from getting to watch her brothers have a waterfight without her, soraya was also forced to sit down with her mother and have a little chat about "other people's lives". soraya only remembered this because it had been so incredibly boring that she had made a mental note to not get caught throwing rocks at people again. but, she guessed it did teach her a valuable lesson about other people. that you couldn't possibly know other people's entire life history, and so you can't judge them for any decisions that they make or any of the things that they do. since then, soraya has often made a concious effort to be nice to other people, to attempt to understand why they were so stupid, or ignorant, or sometimes just plain annoying. but, she struggled when it came to tony rosier. she could understand that being the youngest and coming from an intollerable family would take it's toll. she understood that some of the things her father told her about her great-grandmothers pureblood upbringing would probably be viable in rosier's own childhood, like the pureblood supremacy, the cruelness, the pride. she could understand that having no siblings around would put the pressure on him to be perfect. but holy crap. not even soraya, who had a pretty wide berth for some pretty annoyingly intolerable people, could understand half the things that rosier did. she couldn't understand some of the completely unneccesary nasty remarks, the annoying gestures that did nothing but offend others, the narrow and flawed views. he was in freaking ravenclaw, for gods sake. you think that, because of his house, he'd have something witty to say every now and then? of course, he wasn't always that bad. even she could accept this. on the odd occassion, they got on fine. he wouldn't hit on her, she wouldn't get irrationally angry at him and the world continued revolving in a way that was completely normal and happy. they could laugh, joke... just be normal. this lead soraya to believe that somewhere, underneath all the crap he decorated himself with, he was actually a normal person. but then why would he act like such a twat all the time, when he could be someone cool and nice and real. why wouldn't he want to be that guy? this all just lead to soraya's confusion and fustration when it came to trying to understand how to behave around him. she just didn't really understand why on he had to be so difficult. about everything. soraya watched as tony came between her and her desk full of work, closing her eyes for a moment and began to count to ten in her head, attempting to summon any patience that might be lingering in the back of her head somewhere. one, two, three "now now, soraya. let's not be haughty. i just came in to say how hot you're looking today. alright, sexy?" four.five.six.seven "you know, you should really work on that temper of yours. it'll get you no where." eightnineten. ultimately, that had been something of a fail. "oh, my god. you are such a twat. get off, i need that." she said, slowly opening her eyes to glare at him, but kind of failing in the general attempt of the thing. she could appreciate that he was just trying to annoy her right now and didn't really want to give him the satisfaction of a glare. "and being a right pain in the ass until your forty will just ensure you stay a virgin forever. now, i'm serious, get off or i'll hex you." she added, indicating away from the desk with a slight jerk of her head as she began to move her chair back from the desk a little and crossing her arms, in an attempt to look more serious and, as lame as it sounded, grown up. you know, authoritive and what not. it seemed to work when her brothers were being right pains in their own right. but a part of her, smaller than the arrogant and haughty dominant persona she seemed to wear so often, was kind of glad tony was here. misery loves company, right? and he was distracting her, sure, but he was providing her with something that she'd probably look back on and laugh at later. either that or she'd have a job for later when she was chasing him down throwing hexs at him. whatever way it went, he was probably doing her some sort of service. besides, the company was kind of nice. sure, she'd rather see the likes of aus or toby in here, but tony could work. not that she'd ever let him know that. his ego was big enough. "so, did you come all the way into uni to 'indulge' me with your presence, or have you got more pressing matters to attend too? meeting that boyfriend of yours somewhere, for example?" she asked, although the normal tone of irritation was conspicuously absent from her voice. instead, a lighter and somewhat more curious tone had replaced it. and instead of the mildly fustrated look she seemed to exhibit in his presence, instead a small smile was sneaking its way onto the corners of her mouth. she was actually making an effort at conversation. alas, this was something for the history books. she really must have been getting desperate, or else the end of the world was definitely near. either way, this couldn't really be considered normal. 1038, tony, outfit, eee they're going to be fun, once i get over this muse block lol. sorry for the rambling!

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