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Belvedere Chau
 Posted: Apr 17 2017, 10:41 PM
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Sometimes, something had to give. Belvedere felt an itch, and it seemed he couldn't satisfy it. Days like these were made for rigorous work; work that left him drained, but with a sharpness about his drive and determination. Days that he woke starving and nothing would sate him, when he went to bed hungry for more. He had collected his book, shedding his cloak and strode pointedly down hallway after hallway. He'd developed a map in his mind, a lexicon of loneliness, where he could find space no one else had inhabited. If he wanted to be alone, he knew at least two dozen places in this castle where he could temporarily escape social interaction and do what he had to do.

Today was one of those times. He checked his time table (despite having memorized it) and then loosened his tie as he knocked thrice at the classroom door. No one beckoned from the other side, and thus he opened it and stepped into the empty classroom. It was abandoned for now, dusty, but he paid little mind. He whisked his book open to the prominent page, but paid little mind to it for now. He strode around the room for a minute or two in order to collect several mundane objects: an old ink bottle, a dusty book, a quill, a shoe which for some reason had been left here. He lined them up on four separate desks and then he raised his wand.

There was an itch in his core. Frustration, and a lot of it. His aunt had always given him things to destroy when this had taken a grip too vice-like to be easily unwound. He remembered destroying a styrofoam holder for something until the little white particles had taken a few vaccuum-passes to get out of the rug and all she had asked is if he felt better.

He whisked his wand from his pocket and pointed it at the ink bottle. "Diffindo!" It smashed before he was finished saying the word. Glass peppered the floor and his shoes, but before he could react he snapped his aim to the book: "Incendio!" The book caught fire- "Ardor Glacio!" The flames ceased destroying it immediately, and it flickered harmlessly on the desk as he switched his aim, still rapidly, to the quill- "Confringo!" With a hiss, it exploded into feathery particles- and finally the shoe, he snapped: "Reducto!" The shoe was forcefully propelled back, hitting the opposite wall of the class with a thump before it hit the floor.


He hadn't realized how loudly he was speaking- or how viciously- until he was finished and short of breath. Belvedere inhaled with practice, let his eyes flicker closed for a moment and then relaxed his muscles and nerves. With a flick of his wand and a murmur, he repaired the inkbottle and the quill, and he used a quiet 'accio' to recall the shoe to the desk in front of him before he trailed toward the firey book. It wasn't burning, and it's flames were harmless to him after the spell he'd cast. He felt a warm flickering over his skin as he seized it and let it fall open, held in place with his palm over the spine and his piano-player's fingers holding it open. It was a notebook, seemingly.

'Yes, I'm calm, Aunt Nicki.' He'd said as a little kid, styrofoam engrained in the carpet. He wondered if destruction is what it took for him to feel better.

@Jetta Stone

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 Posted: Apr 22 2017, 12:55 PM
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The cool castle air nipped at the light olive-toned, smooth skin across the girl’s mid drift and arms causing a small shiver to rattle her body. Picking up the pace, Jetta hurried down the hall to one of the more secluded areas on the school’s campus. She didn’t mind the glances and stares as she sauntered quickly to her destination. The eyes glued to the girl’s well-proportioned figure made her feel sexy and gave her an inflated of importance. Unfortunately, this feeling leaked out of her faster than tire that had ran over a nail and thus require frequent refilling.

Upon arriving to one of her usual spots, the snake was stopped suddenly in her tracks when a voice, muffled by the closed door, assaulted her ears. A sense of irritation mixed with a hint of disappointment washed over her as she sighed. “Are you fucking kidding me?” she muttered, whirling around violently. Just as she was about to storm away, the witch changed her mind. She was Jetta Stone and she wasn’t about to let anyone get in the way of what she wanted. Turning back towards the door, she shoved it out of her way and strode into the area.

Her cold grey eyes settled on the figure of a boy who occupied the space. The light of a small fire cast strange shadows on his face and around the room. With her arms crossed and her brow set in a stern line, she made a bee line towards him. Not many people knew that she used these rooms for practice, meaning it wouldn’t be fair for her to blame him for taking her usual practice spot, but Jetta rarely played fair especially when she didn’t get her way. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing in here?” The words left her mouth in a fierce hiss as her eyes narrowed into angry slits.

The reached around and took her wand from the bag slung lazily over her shoulder. With a quick, fluid flick, followed by a curt “aguamenti,” she put out the fire with a short burst of water. Then, dropping the pack on the ground, she dropped her tool back into it and put her hands on her hips. “Now, I’m only going to say this once. I want you to leave. Now. I’m going to be using it for however long I fucking want to. You can take your petty parlour tricks elsewhere, got it? Off you go now.” The expression on her face was smug. She always got her way.
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Belvedere Chau
 Posted: Apr 28 2017, 02:19 PM
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Belvedere heard the door open and his grip on the book tightened despite the flame, which merely pleasantly tickled his flesh. His head snapped around to stare at this girl who'd filled the space like a tidal wave. Every inch of her seemed angry, like she was posturing before him, trying to scare him away with venom in her tone and fire in her eyes. But she didn't know that he'd been raised by firey women, and yes, he knew their dangers: but he also knew how to handle them.

"I'm practicing, clearly," He answered calmly; infuriatingly calm, in fact. He watched, brows curving as she doused the fire with a short burst of water, which happened to effectively ruin the notebook as well. 'Charmed.' He clapped it shut with a noticeably abrupt sound as she began to speak rather smugly, which he didn't appreciate, and without any semblence of manners which he also didn't appreciate.

But he was nothing if not diplomatic, so he set the wet notebook down and turned to eye her with a soft sigh. "I don't see why we can't share," He suggested, pointedly ignoring all of her aggressive postures and tones. "Besides, if you are looking to practice spells, I assure you I can be a suitable opponent." Belvedere cocked a brow, then, because hidden in careful language was a bit of a challenge. He didn't want to fight her, because truly it wasn't how he intended to spend his day, but he wasn't going to give up his study spot simply because she rolled in like a bat out of hell and demanded it of him.

He stared for another few moments, awaiting speech, before he turned back to the book and uttered a simple incantation to remove the water damage from it's pages. The text was still slightly warped, but it was eligable now. Against what typically could be good judgement, he purposefully turned his back on her, his father's voice humming in his ears: 'People who are smart don't turn their back to their enemies, but brilliant people know they can and should their enemy attack, they know they can win.' His movements were fluid, but he felt like there was a hot wire humming in his core. He began to set up his objects again.

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 Posted: May 11 2017, 03:00 PM
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Jetta strode silently across the room and wrapped her long, delicate fingers around the back of a chair. Then, not bothering to lift it off the ground, she tipped it back and dragged the item until it was resting backwards in front of the other student. With each step she took, the item let out a groan of protest from each of it limbs on the floor. Letting it go, the item of furniture let out a crash as its two front legs hit the ground. Once it was where she wanted, she straddled the backwards seat and crossed her arms then rested those on the back. “So tell me, fuck-wad. Do I look like the sharing type to you?”

The question was rhetorical, of course. Jetta was not in the mood for sharing, but then, when was she ever? That was also a rhetorical question. Drumming her fingers against her perch, she flipped her hair out of her way as she glared at Belvedere. “I don’t like people. But you know what I like even less than people, dick-wads like you. I don’t want to share my space with you and I don’t want to practice any fucking spells with you. I’m actually not even here to practice spells. So now, get lost before I kick you little loser ass.”

Truth be told, the girl didn’t really want to fight, she was so tired of all the bullshit. Her intention for the day had been to get away from things for a while and let her mind go blank for at least just a fraction of a second. Unfortunately, this douche bag in front of her had plans of ruining that. Well, obviously, if she wanted anything she was going to have work for it. Why did life have to be so goddamn fucking cruel all the time? Why could nothing just go her way for once? Was it too much for her to ask for?

“You know what? Fuck it. Stay of you want to, I don’t give a shit.” Standing up, the snake kicked over the chair with an irritable huff and whirled around. Jetta then strutted to the spot where she had earlier ditched her bag and bent over to pick it up. Bending over, she dug through her things and pulled out her dancing socks before then removing her shoes and slipping them on. After putting them on, she then produced her enchanted Walkman she had bought from one of the older sons of the parents she lived with. “You distract me or fuck me up or say anything to anyone and I swear to god I will fucking murder your ass.” Like father, like daughter.
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