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Richard stumbled around into the girl's bathroom. He came face to face with a beautiful girl. Also different from the other two he had already met. Al, brown haired with blue eyes, no make-up, make-up would take away from her innocent sweet doll-face. She was naturally breathtaking and gentle, sweet.
Fionna was that beach blonde that made heads turn. It wasn't a natural innocence, it was that soft blonde hair that seemed to be that classic girl on the beach that every boy would flirt with, she was preppy and bouncy but honest.
Rose was also different. She had brown hair and brown eyes, a common combination. She looked like a model and was wearing a fair amount of make-up, she also had tanner skin than Al. Probably just as tan as Fionna. She was applying eyeliner when he walked in. She seemed preppy, one of those girls you may see in the movies that giggle too much for their own good.

"I'm so sorry!" He said quickly...not sorry for anything. "I'm new here, I'm the Slytherin prefect, sorry, I had no idea where I was going." He managed to smile weakly and flush a little bit. He was quite a good actor, truth be told.

I DON'T WANT AN UGLY SCAR ACROSS MY FOREHEAD, THANKS.
NEVER GO TO BED ANGRY. STAY UP AND PLOT REVENGE.
REAL FRIENDS WILL HELP YOU INCENDIO THE BODIES.
VIOLENCE ISN'T THE ANSWER, BUT IT'S AN ANSWER.
MEAN AND FUNNY IS STILL TECHNICALLY FUNNY.
BECAUSE AMBITION IS EVERYTHING.

Assumption correct. She giggled when another girl may have just pointed him in the right direction, no, she was gullible. Trusted people easily. She held out her hand and Richard stepped forward to shake it in return but slipped a bit on the water overflowing on the floor. Rather than just letting his nice robes get wet, he chose to moment to grab onto Rose's hand to keep him from falling.

He stumbled for a moment, but squeezed her hand as he stood up in front of her. Then he shook her hand;
"Richard Lewis. Nice to meet you, Rose."
If she wasn't muggle-born, wasn't a peasant, then she should know his name. The Lewis family went down for generations of pure-bloods and wizards, witches, making and inventing broomsticks. Her broom, if it was decent, probably had a tiny gold name on the edge of the broom with the name 'Lewis' on it. It was microscopic, right before the tail of the broom where it said the name of the company, just after the brand of broom. Of course, if she even had a broom. Which she should. Hmmm...perhaps if her broom was old, if she played Quidditch at all, he could give her a broomstick. It would seem right, heir of a wealthy broomstick company giving someone a broom worth a lot of money...it was a...shall we say, friendly gesture?


I DON'T WANT AN UGLY SCAR ACROSS MY FOREHEAD, THANKS.
NEVER GO TO BED ANGRY. STAY UP AND PLOT REVENGE.
REAL FRIENDS WILL HELP YOU INCENDIO THE BODIES.
VIOLENCE ISN'T THE ANSWER, BUT IT'S AN ANSWER.
MEAN AND FUNNY IS STILL TECHNICALLY FUNNY.
BECAUSE AMBITION IS EVERYTHING.

Richard put on a smile.
"Yeah, I'm alright...and yes...my dad manufactures and invents brooms." He said. It was odd not to say my 'father', but he held it back. He let go of Rose's hand and allowed a small pink to appear on his cheeks again.
"Someone should really mop these floors." He said, shaking his head. "No matter." He took out his wand and with a couple waves, the water had been siphoned away, gone. Hopefully it impressed her a bit. Hmmm...another way to impress her. Girls like her, the preppy and giggly ones preferred men with money, a generous heart, someone gentle and sweet. And someone pretty tended to go for someone handsome, caring a bit more about looks. How to win her over...

Fionna would be the trickiest to win over, her being so loyal to that rag, Lucas. Al was so innocent, that would be fairly simple. And Rose seemed of a trusting nature, as long as he didn't...'slip up' so to speak, he should manage. He was completely aware she had a boyfriend, rumors spread around her easily without effort. But he didn't care. He stepped in forward a bit to her, just an inch closer, and gently, ever so slightly with his warm fingers let his thumb wipe of a small smudge off eyeliner underneath her eye. When he walked in, she must've been a bit shocked and jumped. Truth be told, he had been a bit lost, but he was generally aware of how most castles and huge places were laid out, living in one. He could've guessed the other bathroom was the boys...but he didn't mind purposely guessing wrong, either.
"Eyeliner." He said after he gently had brushed it off. "Sorry to frighten you, I messed up your make-up. But might I suggest not wearing any more? You don't need it."
He'd been careful not to tilt or move his head in the process so their lips had gotten steadily closer. They still hadn't been anywhere near touching...but they would be soon enough.


I DON'T WANT AN UGLY SCAR ACROSS MY FOREHEAD, THANKS.
NEVER GO TO BED ANGRY. STAY UP AND PLOT REVENGE.
REAL FRIENDS WILL HELP YOU INCENDIO THE BODIES.
VIOLENCE ISN'T THE ANSWER, BUT IT'S AN ANSWER.
MEAN AND FUNNY IS STILL TECHNICALLY FUNNY.
BECAUSE AMBITION IS EVERYTHING.

"No, I'm not claustrophobic." He said a bit matter-of-factly. Yeesh, she was so dramatic. He was better off with Fionna or Al. And if she looked like a monster without makeup...yikes, what would she look up if he ever woke up to her one morning? It was time to leave and just find someone else. Maybe he'd be back...maybe.
"Well, it was nice meeting you." He inclined his head slightly and walked out.

He went into the boy's bathroom before deciding to go to the common room. If he found Rhiannon there, perhaps she'd know some less dramatic girls...more his type. He couldn't even fool around with Al too much, she was the Headmaster's daughter. He never pushed bound to their breaking point like Rhi, and didn't plan to. If he couldn't find someone in Hogwarts to tease, he'd find someone somewhere else.
For there would always be pretty, gullible teenage girls.


I DON'T WANT AN UGLY SCAR ACROSS MY FOREHEAD, THANKS.
NEVER GO TO BED ANGRY. STAY UP AND PLOT REVENGE.
REAL FRIENDS WILL HELP YOU INCENDIO THE BODIES.
VIOLENCE ISN'T THE ANSWER, BUT IT'S AN ANSWER.
MEAN AND FUNNY IS STILL TECHNICALLY FUNNY.
BECAUSE AMBITION IS EVERYTHING.

Without you, the ground thaws, the rain falls, the grass grows.
Without you, the seeds root, the flowers bloom, the children play.
The stars gleam, the poets dream, the eagles fly, without you.
The earth turns, the sun burns, but I die, without you.

Joyce walked into the bathroom, staggering a bit. She undid all the buttons on the back of her dress without help. She began to loosen the corset deftly, behind her back. She only loosened it an inch. Still...it was hard to breath...okay, two inches. There we go. It wasn't noticeable, the difference. She pushed the corset to the front a bit, so the gain in inches was more towards her back, and it was kept snug against her ribs. She breathed deeply, then nearly leapt out of her skin.

"I am so sorry." She said calmly, buttoning up the back of her dress and curtsying deeply. The girl wasn't wearing a dress, a bonnet, none of that. She knew no one here at Hogwarts did, but it made her feel so isolated. No Joyce, you are not isolated, you are being proper.
She didn't let any of the mixed emotions she felt show in her face or voice as she waited for the girl's reply.
She didn't stand up, didn't look up. She really shouldn't until the girl accepted her apology. Still, she felt a bit awkward.

Without you, the breeze warms, the girl smiles, the cloud moves.
Without you, the tides change, the boys run, the oceans crash.
The crowds roar, the days soar, the babies cry, without you.
The moon glows, the river flows, but I die, without you.

Without you, the ground thaws, the rain falls, the grass grows.
Without you, the seeds root, the flowers bloom, the children play.
The stars gleam, the poets dream, the eagles fly, without you.
The earth turns, the sun burns, but I die, without you.

Joyce stood up from the curtsy when the girl laughed. She didn't know what to do, she was so confused. She knew that she looked...awakward, but it wasn't some joke, it was how she was raised. And...
The girl introduced herself, and Joyce was about to introduce herself as well, but now Lily was doing an imaginary curtsy without a dress on. Lily was grinning like this was some game. The people at private school had known she was serious at least, she hadn't been laughed at since she was young. Back then, people accepted her at least, even if they didn't talk to her. They at least didn't bully her, and she was basically ignored.

But now...she couldn't help but tear up a little bit. It looked odd, her completely emotionless face, but a tear glistening in her eye.
"You're making fun of me." She said in a low voice.
And she left.
She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and stopped pitying herself. She had nothing to be sad about. Calm down, Joyce. You made a horrible first impression and you have an appointment in the courtyard.

Without you, the breeze warms, the girl smiles, the cloud moves.
Without you, the tides change, the boys run, the oceans crash.
The crowds roar, the days soar, the babies cry, without you.
The moon glows, the river flows, but I die, without you.