Sorry for the name mix up girls! That's what happens when Morrigun writes
at 3 am.
Christmas, Slytherin Style Chapter Two: When Nice Sytherins Get Nasty
"Rayvn!" Morrigun called as soon as they walked out the door into the storm.
Rayvn turned in response. Montague had barely heard Morrigun's shout to her friend, the slightly quieter response from Rayvn was completely inaudible over the wind noise. He watched as the two girls walked quickly towards each other. On the other side of the street he saw Malfoy, his face the picture of annoyance under his blue-grey hood.
Montague's slightly amused attention returned to the two girls in the center of the street, their hoods bent close to each others. They were in deep conversation, nearly oblivious to the raging snowstorm building around them as the snow settled on their heads and shoulders.
A moment later Morrigun walked quickly back towards him, and they walked off to the coffee shop with Rayvn and Malfoy following close behind. When they finally walked into the shop, bringing a small cyclone of snow along with them, Montague was sure his fingers were frostbitten and Malfoy was complaining that he couldn't feel his feet.
"You guys go and get us a table, we'll get the coffee," Rayvn said.
"You think you could find us a warm spot by the fire?" Morrigun asked, recieving nods from both of the guys.
******** "Rather mismatched aren't they?" Rayvn said, nodding to the two settling the packages against a wall near the table they were taking.
Morrigun looked int he direction of the boys, who for some reason were close as friends. The thin form of Draco Malfoy, pale and blonde, and full of emotional energy which he showed without restraint. Though Draco was anything but short, he looked slight next to the taller Alexander Montague. Nearly the opposite of the other boy, dark tanned to Draco's translucence, black to blonde, vibrant blue to icy gray, and silently thoughtful to the younger boy's outspoken temper.
"Good contrast I think," Morrigun said as someone stepped in line behind them.
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"Mmm...you see that girl over there?" Montague heard a voice come from a nearby table as they sat down. Draco's eyebrow shot up at an angle as the two made a silent agreement to eavesdrop on the nearby conversation.
"Which?" another voice asked.
"The one in green," the first voice answered.
"Really? I thought that her friend was sexier," the second voice answered.
"Where is she?" the first voice asked, sounding as if he were searching.
"Right next to the first girl, with the auburn hair," the second voice pointed out.
Draco shot a look across the table, to Alexander whose fists were clinched and his eyes sparkled violently. Alexander's glare said one thing, "Who are they?"
"Hmmm... she is, isn't she?"
"Very, I mean look at those curves..."
Draco, under the pretense of retrieving something from his cloak pocket, turned to look at the other table. He set on the table a small notebook with the school emblem on it. Shooting a look to Alexander he tapped the Hufflepuff section twice and the Ravenclaw once, before opening it and scribbling some random note in it.
"They're Slytherins, aren't they?"
"They'd have to be, in those robes ... no other girl in the school are bold enough to wear ones quite like them,"
"Well, I definitely wouldn't mind having one of them to myself for a night,"
"I wonder if they are good shags..."
There was a scrapping of chairs, and as Draco and Alexander stood over the three threateningly the girls were having their own conflict on the otherside of the room.
************************ "Did you SEE those skanks at the last match?"
"What ARE they trying to do anyway?"
"And keeping all those beautiful boys for themselves,"
"Forget that, they've been stealing ours!"
"Really?"
"I'm SURE you've noticed the change in Harry Potter lately?"
"Yes,"
"Well he HAS been flitting about with them lately,"
"Probably because they give him some day and night,"
Rayvn and Morrigun were used to the conversations on a normal basis. They had heard the "skankerin" and "slytherslut" from the Gryffindors since they had effectively caused Fred Weasley to fall off his broom mid-game.
They had simply begun to ignore the "Gryffindorks" at this point, and still used the old first-year insult for them. This had become even more of an insult, as if it wasn't worth the effort to invent things like "gryffinwhores". The idea that the Gryffindor girls in general weren't worth the Slytherin girls' time and energy to harass, was the worst insult.
And so, while they waited in line and the girls behind them bantered on, Rayvn sent a few half hearted glares their direction and Morrigun simply ignored their being. That is until...
"They've ruined him, that's what,"
"He used to be such a sweet boy,"
"Now he's nothing more than an ass,"
Morrigun turned quickly, how dare they insult their newest friend.
"He is most certainly NOT!" Rayvn growled.
"Oh what would you know?," the blonde Gryffindor retorted. "All you Slytherin girls are good for is for the guys of the school to shag,"
"Yeah, how many have you shagged Morrigun?" the raven haired Gryffindor asked her, she was in her year.
"Only Montague, thank you," Morrigun said, with a cool tone. "Unlike you, I could easily name six boys and the locations in which you were,"
"Montague??" The blonde mused, "Isn't he the big stupid one?"
"Yes and this here goes with that vain little piece called Malfoy," the other returned.
With a flurry of curses in french and latin, Morrigun caught hold of the blonde's hair. Meanwhile Rayvn launched herself at the blackhaired Gryffindor.
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Montague had not one, but both of the hufflepuff twins by the scruffs of the neck.
"You better have a good explanation for that," he growled.
He glanced at Malfoy who had his wand pointed directly at the Ravenclaw's neck. "All I would need is a severing charm," he said in a dangerous voice. His eyes glittered like the cold steel of the blade Morrigun had drawn on the otherside of the room.
"The 'big stupid one' gave this to me for my birthday two years ago and taught me how to use it," Morrigun told her, playing with it very near the blonde's face. "Care for a demonstration?"
The blonde whimpered. Morrigun shrugged and slid it back into the sheath around her leg, released the blonde's hair and let her fall to the floor. Rayvn followed suit.
Morrigun stepped up to the counter and said, "Tall mocha, double shot of raspberry, whipped cream..."
Across the room Draco put a modified jellylegs curse (what kind of modification you may ask. Let's just say it was the brainchild of the Slytherin girls) on the Ravenclaw, while Alexander simply smashed the hufflepuff twins heads together and let them fall to the floor.
Christmas, Slytherin Style Chapter Two: When Nice Sytherins Get Nasty
"Rayvn!" Morrigun called as soon as they walked out the door into the storm.
Rayvn turned in response. Montague had barely heard Morrigun's shout to her friend, the slightly quieter response from Rayvn was completely inaudible over the wind noise. He watched as the two girls walked quickly towards each other. On the other side of the street he saw Malfoy, his face the picture of annoyance under his blue-grey hood.
Montague's slightly amused attention returned to the two girls in the center of the street, their hoods bent close to each others. They were in deep conversation, nearly oblivious to the raging snowstorm building around them as the snow settled on their heads and shoulders.
A moment later Morrigun walked quickly back towards him, and they walked off to the coffee shop with Rayvn and Malfoy following close behind. When they finally walked into the shop, bringing a small cyclone of snow along with them, Montague was sure his fingers were frostbitten and Malfoy was complaining that he couldn't feel his feet.
"You guys go and get us a table, we'll get the coffee," Rayvn said.
"You think you could find us a warm spot by the fire?" Morrigun asked, recieving nods from both of the guys.
******** "Rather mismatched aren't they?" Rayvn said, nodding to the two settling the packages against a wall near the table they were taking.
Morrigun looked int he direction of the boys, who for some reason were close as friends. The thin form of Draco Malfoy, pale and blonde, and full of emotional energy which he showed without restraint. Though Draco was anything but short, he looked slight next to the taller Alexander Montague. Nearly the opposite of the other boy, dark tanned to Draco's translucence, black to blonde, vibrant blue to icy gray, and silently thoughtful to the younger boy's outspoken temper.
"Good contrast I think," Morrigun said as someone stepped in line behind them.
******************
"Mmm...you see that girl over there?" Montague heard a voice come from a nearby table as they sat down. Draco's eyebrow shot up at an angle as the two made a silent agreement to eavesdrop on the nearby conversation.
"Which?" another voice asked.
"The one in green," the first voice answered.
"Really? I thought that her friend was sexier," the second voice answered.
"Where is she?" the first voice asked, sounding as if he were searching.
"Right next to the first girl, with the auburn hair," the second voice pointed out.
Draco shot a look across the table, to Alexander whose fists were clinched and his eyes sparkled violently. Alexander's glare said one thing, "Who are they?"
"Hmmm... she is, isn't she?"
"Very, I mean look at those curves..."
Draco, under the pretense of retrieving something from his cloak pocket, turned to look at the other table. He set on the table a small notebook with the school emblem on it. Shooting a look to Alexander he tapped the Hufflepuff section twice and the Ravenclaw once, before opening it and scribbling some random note in it.
"They're Slytherins, aren't they?"
"They'd have to be, in those robes ... no other girl in the school are bold enough to wear ones quite like them,"
"Well, I definitely wouldn't mind having one of them to myself for a night,"
"I wonder if they are good shags..."
There was a scrapping of chairs, and as Draco and Alexander stood over the three threateningly the girls were having their own conflict on the otherside of the room.
************************ "Did you SEE those skanks at the last match?"
"What ARE they trying to do anyway?"
"And keeping all those beautiful boys for themselves,"
"Forget that, they've been stealing ours!"
"Really?"
"I'm SURE you've noticed the change in Harry Potter lately?"
"Yes,"
"Well he HAS been flitting about with them lately,"
"Probably because they give him some day and night,"
Rayvn and Morrigun were used to the conversations on a normal basis. They had heard the "skankerin" and "slytherslut" from the Gryffindors since they had effectively caused Fred Weasley to fall off his broom mid-game.
They had simply begun to ignore the "Gryffindorks" at this point, and still used the old first-year insult for them. This had become even more of an insult, as if it wasn't worth the effort to invent things like "gryffinwhores". The idea that the Gryffindor girls in general weren't worth the Slytherin girls' time and energy to harass, was the worst insult.
And so, while they waited in line and the girls behind them bantered on, Rayvn sent a few half hearted glares their direction and Morrigun simply ignored their being. That is until...
"They've ruined him, that's what,"
"He used to be such a sweet boy,"
"Now he's nothing more than an ass,"
Morrigun turned quickly, how dare they insult their newest friend.
"He is most certainly NOT!" Rayvn growled.
"Oh what would you know?," the blonde Gryffindor retorted. "All you Slytherin girls are good for is for the guys of the school to shag,"
"Yeah, how many have you shagged Morrigun?" the raven haired Gryffindor asked her, she was in her year.
"Only Montague, thank you," Morrigun said, with a cool tone. "Unlike you, I could easily name six boys and the locations in which you were,"
"Montague??" The blonde mused, "Isn't he the big stupid one?"
"Yes and this here goes with that vain little piece called Malfoy," the other returned.
With a flurry of curses in french and latin, Morrigun caught hold of the blonde's hair. Meanwhile Rayvn launched herself at the blackhaired Gryffindor.
**********************
Montague had not one, but both of the hufflepuff twins by the scruffs of the neck.
"You better have a good explanation for that," he growled.
He glanced at Malfoy who had his wand pointed directly at the Ravenclaw's neck. "All I would need is a severing charm," he said in a dangerous voice. His eyes glittered like the cold steel of the blade Morrigun had drawn on the otherside of the room.
"The 'big stupid one' gave this to me for my birthday two years ago and taught me how to use it," Morrigun told her, playing with it very near the blonde's face. "Care for a demonstration?"
The blonde whimpered. Morrigun shrugged and slid it back into the sheath around her leg, released the blonde's hair and let her fall to the floor. Rayvn followed suit.
Morrigun stepped up to the counter and said, "Tall mocha, double shot of raspberry, whipped cream..."
Across the room Draco put a modified jellylegs curse (what kind of modification you may ask. Let's just say it was the brainchild of the Slytherin girls) on the Ravenclaw, while Alexander simply smashed the hufflepuff twins heads together and let them fall to the floor.