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Post by scarlette on Mar 1, 2010 17:17:11 GMT -5
 
In her lifetime she had played many roles, ones that she had played and because of that she became who she is today. Whether it was the good girl or the naughty girl she had a way with words and feminine wilds. It was apparent that her mother had always been a bit of a player in her younger days before she had met her father. The story was told that they had fallen in love and gotten married. But it was obvious that they had married because it was the right thing to do. Because they were both from pureblooded families and it was required that they should marry. In this brunettes mind that was exactly why they had gotten married. To make their parents, her grandparents pleased because that’s what all of them did. They did things to make their parents happy, but not this one. No she did things on her own whim. Whatever made her happy is what she did. Whether her parents or her grandparents were disappointed in her she couldn’t give a damn. Their lives were short enough as it was so they might as well make themselves happy first.
A warning label was about right. Whether it was profanity or promiscuity, either way something always was expelled from her. She had a sarcastic humour that was gripping and a bit malice when she chose to use it. That was how she earned her wings and had gotten into Slytherin. For the last couple years she had gotten even worse. She had become more self centered and more aware of who she was. She was Scarlette Riddle and she could have the world at her finger tips if she wished it. Getting her way had been a easy thing to do all throughout her life, she just batted those dark fringed lashes and her world was turned right side up again. Not that her world really got flipped around, she had a uncanny ability to make the best out of things. No matter what the circumstances were. For years nothing bad had ever really happened to her, usually she started the things and then she had no one to blame but herself. Not that it minded her. Scarlette had made her bed and then she had to lie in it. Which she did multiple times.
The lack of excitement in her every day life was which had drove her into the arms of sin. Between the alcohol, sex and rock she had her triple threat. It was only the emptiness that rocked her and sent her spiralling down in a one way path. For the last year and a half she had been a regular client of these same old shady places. One way or another she ended up throwing herself at one hot guy or another after the patron started to flow. Even though she wasn’t to partial to muggles and their ways; she had to hand it to them. In patron, they had done a miracle wonder and ever sense then she couldn’t look back. But she found herself more loose when she was high on patron. Not only that she usually partook in body shots or rather she gave her body up for those very shots. A dark vixen who was usually scantily dressed. Well she was a high demand and was needed all around.
The palms of her soft, tender hands began to heat, increasing in temperature with every second that passed. The anger that burned through her veins was uncontrollable. Playing with the small fireball that appeared in her palm, her fingers pressed against the flames, manipulating them as she stalked down the corridor. There was nothing more than being accused in the wrong that pissed Scarlette Riddle off. What was she being accused of exactly? DADA class was always an interesting subject, but being forced to enjoy it with Gryffindors wasn’t Scarlette’s cup of tea, so for a little amusement, some buzz, she had set a girl’s skirt on fire. Not bursting flames, just a thread or two had caught a light. But Professor Lestrange had caught her in the act, so she wasn’t exactly getting accused in the wrong, she was just being accused and not getting away with it.
Turning the corner with a sharp movement, Scarlette collided with another body. Stumbling slightly, the young witch regained her composure, “Watch where you’re going!” She snapped, irritated with the days turn of events already. Looking at the figure she had came in contact with, Lette arched a thin eyebrow, “Malfoy, if I didn’t think so myself, I’d say you’re stalking me. Just can’t get enough?” Her confidence radiated off her and a small smirk crawled onto her lips as she looked at the handsome boy who stood before her.
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Post by pencil on Mar 2, 2010 3:22:32 GMT -5
 TAKE A BREATH TAKE IT DEEP CALM YOURSELF SHE SAYS TO ME IF YOU
PLAY YOU PLAY FOR KEEPS TAKE THE GUN AND COUNT TO THREE • • •& i'm sweating now moving slow no time to think my turn to go
AND YOU CAN SEE MY HEART BEATING
YOU CAN SEE IT THROUGH MY CHEST Scorpius Malfoy sauntered out from the Slytherin Common room, a bit too arrogant for his own good. He was growing rather bored of waiting for Bellatrix to make it known that she was back, and the jaded expression was clearly printed upon his face. Some would question his loyalty to Bellatrix, considering he wasn’t very loyal towards anything else besides his grades. But nothing was as glorious as the feeling of knowing that one day, Bellatrix would take over the wizarding world. They would once again be in power, and he was one to favor power.
Scorpius was a fan of women, most could clearly see that, and he was finding this year to be rather fun. But the selection of females Hogwarts had to offer involved too much simplicity. He wanted to be challenged, to chase her and struggle with the task of gaining her trust. But he wasn’t getting much of that. He had never actually been in a real relationship; he found his fun in lying to girls – he would prove that he was trustworthy, even though he wasn’t, tell her he loved her and then he would have his physical fun with her. After that, he would end it. Maybe if she was really good, he’d keep her around for a little while longer because of the bliss, but it usually ended with that. Although, lately he had been wanting to change his routine around. Not that his usual cycle wasn’t fun; he loved manipulating people, but he was growing slightly bored.
Scorpius had gotten accustomed to being judged by all as soon as they witnessed him; most were aware of his opinion on women, and he knew that because of his past, people stereotyped him. Not that these judgments were false. He was known for his particular liking in members of the opposite sex that he found worthy of his time; some females were just to appealing to resist. He definitely made the most of each girl he managed to take advantage of, and because of the countless amounts of these pitiful girls, he had become known as the Slytherin man-whore. Not only this, but by now those who believed Bellatrix was back knew that Scorpius would be working for her - people made those assumptions about every pure-blood Slytherin whose parents had involved their selves with Voldemort.
Scorpius now sauntered down the sixth floor corridor, on his way to the hospital wing. He had been sent to inform Madam that an overly dramatic Gryffindor would be arriving soon because she had received a minor burn on her leg during class. He had just had DADA and had witnessed the amusing situation where Scarlette had decided to light the girl's skirt on fire. As he turned a corner, he felt the collision of another body pressed against his. He lost his balance for a moment, but quickly regained his stance.
His grey eyes narrowed before he realized it was Scarlette that he had collided into; the two were consistently arguing, not that Scorpius didn't enjoy this, despite the fact that out of all the girls at Hogwarts, he favored her in particular.
"As much as I would enjoy stalking you, especially when it came time for you to take a bath, I do have things to do." He began, the mischievous smile beginning to make its way to his lips.
"It's rather difficult to do these things when girls like you, who have no balance whatsoever, are constantly crashing into me; Scar, I know how excited you become when an opportunity to touch me comes knocking, but you've got to control yourself." He continued, smirking as he referred to her colliding with him.
"Anyway, Jack sent me to the hospital wing to tell Madam that a Gryffindor from our DADA class would be arriving soon. Some insane girl thought it would be entertaining to light her skirt on fire." He told her sarcastically, teasingly raising an eyebrow as if to imply that she was in fact that crazy girl he spoke of.
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Post by scarlette on Mar 22, 2010 20:18:32 GMT -5
Today had been a rather fortunate day, had it not? Although Ms. Riddle had been caught in the shameful act of practically torturing an innocent soul, the pleasure that had been obtained by doing so only brought her great satisfaction. Why would it not? Scarlette was neither heartless or ruthless woman, truth be told, she was pretty laid back with a wicked sense of humour. Ways to bring her sense of humour back to live was, like today, finding it at others expense. No one could deprive her of her humour, not even Jack Lestrange, whether he wanted to or not.
Power had also came into the equation of why she did what she did. Power was something Scarlette fed off, her life support, without power anyone would crumble. It was what gave her the ability to stride through the corridors and maintain the respect that was given to her. How in Merlin’s beard had she got that respect and power in the first place? Really, at the beginning it had all started with name basis’s, a bit of background history and she had people following her like lost puppies. Nowadays she was a much more independent figure, she only found company with Clarice and a few others, or in the arms of another man. Men had been a great way to boost her ego, to increase her power over them and give her a certain amount of dominance. Something with she adored, Let’s just say, Scarlette loved being on top.
Boys had come and gone like seasons for Scarlette, never really finding the ability to keep one by her side. She had that small problem of picking a guy up, reassuring him that her feelings where legitimate, and then dropping them off after she got what she wanted from them. Some would argue that it was incredibly sluty, others would defend and say, it was about time karma came and bit a man in the ass. Two can play the game of ‘playing’. Scarlette wasn’t that big of a player, but she didn’t enjoy having a few games out on the field. However, she only found the amusement with a chase, whether it was her chase or a guys, the thrill of it all was her daily dose of adrenaline.
Leaning against the stone cold wall, Scarlette arched a perfectly shaped eyebrow at her Slytherin companion, one she was fond of, whether it was when arguing or having a ‘quickie’ in the broom closest. Taking the chance, her cornflower blue eyes scanned over his flawless face, body, everything. The boy was definitely something special, there was no point in denying. Scar always enjoyed laughing at the bimbo’s who threw themselves at Scorp, but she knew exactly why they did. All lined up, knowing that he was going to break their hearts, and still, not one ever hesitated when given the chance.
A sly smirk crawled upon her lips at Scorpius‘ choice of words, “Ah so it was you who was peeking through my bathroom door this morning while I was in the shower. I should have known.” Scarlette mumbled, chuckling softly. Lifting up her hand, Scarlette cupped his chin before speaking, “Oh yes, you’re most definitely correct with that statement Scorp, I just can’t keep myself away.” She said, teasing him slightly before dropping her hand, “However, I do believe it was you who ran into me babe. Next time all you need to do is ask.” Rolling her eyes, she realized that those words where probably spoken to Scorpius all the time, by none other than stupid airheads. Hearing of Scorpius’ destination, Scar smirked, “Oh come on, you where there! I’m innocent.” She mumbled before taking his hand and yanking him slightly to continue walking. Simply by touching his hand, Scarlette received at least twenty-one glares from each individual female that passed, and Scar loved it, it was the reason why she did it. “You have to admit though, it was pretty amusing.” She spoke up, referring to the incident in DADA.
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