Down Here[Muse/Vincent Lord/Jaslene Malfoy/open]

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Vincent walked along the dungeons, he would do anything to get away from his house, why had he been sorted in Ravenclaw, he had very little idea.

The Slytherins would murder him for being down here but he didn't care, he like pissing people off it amused him. So far he had found a empty potion room, some vacant student rooms, and rats, lots and lots of rats. He turned down another hall, where was he, he swore inwardily, now he was lost, smooth Vincent really smooth. He leaned his head against the stony wall of the hall. He was tempted to bang it there, hoping it would bleed, but he reframed. He took out his want from his robes, and whispered Lumos The tip of his want lit up, he looked around, he saw much better now, so maybe he could find his way out. Before a Slytherin found him.

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Muse had seen a flash of light as she headed for her potion room, she stopped placing her bad of herbs next to the door, and takin out her own wand, she went to see what it was. As she turned she discovered it wasn't a Slytherin, it was a Ravenclaw student, she had seen him around, but honestly she didn't know his name. He turned his wand blindin her for a secound, as she blinked he was already standing over her.

"A Slytherin?"He mumbled. Muse blinked she back stepped, he was alot taller then her, by almsot a foot.

"who...are you?" MUse asked slowly. The boy eyes narrowed as if he didn't want to answer her.

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Vincent smirked, she was afriad of him, how perfect, and fitting down here in the dark, where no on could see. He shot out his hand as he whispered Nox to himself. He rabbed the girl and pulled her forward, his other arm wrapping around her, the Slytherin's would finally get the message that Vincent Lord was no RavenClaw, nor Hufflepuff, he belonged to no house, he didn't belong here. Only in his darkness. The girls scream came first, but quickly ended when Vincent put pressure on the back of her neck.

Now what to do with her? So many possiblites down in the dark

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Muse knew somthing was wrong as soon as the boy's wand went out, a scream esacped her as everything plunged into darkness, but soon even her own mind gave way to it, and she fell into her own dark mind, as she let out one last scream.

[userx]

Walking along the corridors leading to the east side of the dungeons, she couldn't escape a small prickling feeling at the back of her neck. She might have been a Slytherin, well accustomed to the typical Slytherin surroundings, especially after five years strolling down them, but her thoughts about this area of the castle never changed. It might be thought that every Slytherin preferred this type of environment, but truly, she didn't. These corridors had never appealed to her. She wasn't a big fan of the dungeons, with its dark and cold atmosphere wrapping itself around her as she continued along the walkway. It hadn't occured to her that this small sensation, a few minutes ago, might have been to do with something else, other than her dislike.

It was a lonely walk down to the end of these dungeons, something she also disliked. Who was it who made up all these weird sterotypes about Slytherins craving alone time? Sure, she wanted time to herself, perhaps more than the average student, but when one was skipping off down to this place, she had no real desire to be walking the corridors by herself. It was sort of creepy, for lack of a better word. No, that was it. It was creepy. And she was beginning to wonder why she had even bothered. It was clear, from the lack of noise and light, that she was not going to see anyone else down here. Oh, how wrong she was.

A sharp piercing noise seemed to prove her predictions incorrect. She winced slightly, perfectly aware that that was the voice of a young girl, not unlike herself. She was definitely contemplating turning back now. She didn't want to get caught up in that. It was probably something completely uninteresting and straightforward anyway. It would all make sense, if she ventured down there. Come on, it was Hogwarts. Nothing bad ever happened here, right? Well, alright, nothing that bad. It was probably just some drama queen overreacting again. Not that she'd know anything about that, of course. Being oblivious to her faults, but observant of everyone else's, it had escaped her mind that the reason she believed it was simply a girl screaming in anger, or whatever simple emotion, was because she'd done the same thing countless times before.

Approaching the end of the corridor, she gave a small involuntary gasp as her blue eyes flickered over the scene ahead of her. Maybe it wasn't all as dull and peachy as she had thought. Of course, the skeptic amongst us would have been quick to point out that it was probably the unconcious body of another Slytherin girl that had made her think that. She wasn't about to show any emotions though. She could hide them instantly, without thinking. He'd have to work hard to break through her exterior. She was used to hiding emotions from men. She simply gave him a nonchalent glance up and down, before speaking, as though he was unworthy of her full attention, "What are you doing down here?"

[/color] She seemed to find it unnecessary to add any more to this sentence, simply waiting for a response.
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Vincent stood erect as he held the girl behind him, her limp body leaning against his body. He scanned the Slytherin girl, his eyes swirled darkly. He smiled then, not a nice happy go lucky smile, a demented smile that should only come HIM WHO SHALL NOT BE NAMED., who was gone now.

Vincent let his eyes observe her features, not bad, she seemed to be trying to keep a strong stand about her, she was scared of him, she wasn't going to show it, and there was no way he was going to win. Thats what he thought she was thinkin through her body languge. But he had not time for this, but he miht as well see how well she could hold herself up against him.
"Walking my Sanctuary of course Slytherin." He spat to the side his eyes flashing with disgust, the way he could change himself into such a figure was scary and unerving.

[userx]

If he thought she was going to give in, he was sadly mistaken. She never gave in first. People often made a point of saying that she should let things go, once in a while. But she made a point of standing for as long as possible, if he was going to try and scare her off, it wasn't going to work. She had every intention, and more, of squaring up to him also. After all, he was only a Ravenclaw boy. A mere boy. No serious harm could come to her. She ran her tongue over her pink lips, acting as unfazed by his behvaiour as she actually was. Sure, she might have had a few doubts at the start, but now, she was in for the long run. She was going to win this, no matter what it took. He might be surprised by her determination, but she wasn't particularly bothered how he felt. She was doing this for herself. As far as she was concerned, he didn't matter. His contribution to this conversation was irrelevant. All that mattered was that he gave in first.

The urge to laugh at his response was overwhelming, although she was slightly surprised at her will to laugh at him. The stuff that he had said wasn't exactly what she would call amusing. Maybe there was just something about him that made her laugh. Naturally, she managed to stop this urge, before she followed through with it. She couldn't stop it playing over in the back of her mind, while she watched him curiously, how rare was it for a boy to suddenly make her laugh unexpectantly? Of course, this was probably far from the reaction he usually got, and far from the reaction that he was expecting to receive. She couldn't stop a small smirk reaching her pale, pretty features, however as she observed the situation.

"How charming,"

[/color] she spoke softly, as though taking his response to be nothing more than a comment about the evening's weather. "Do you mind if I ask what you did you make this particular person scream, or is that just the standard reaction you get from girls?" she grinned, adding a small sense of amusement to her voice, as though the situation was generally funny. Of course, it wasn't funny at all, but there was a part of her that was slightly amused. Regardless of how grave this situation actually was.

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Shia snapped, he slowly moved the girl he held next to the wall, then with a seift fluid movemnt he grabbed the other girls arms and swung her into the wall pinning her there, she wasn't going anywhere.

"How about i make you scream instead." Shiad pressure on her arms increased as he planted his lips on her, with as much force as if he was goin to suck her soul right out of her, she had pushed it, and now he was going to scare her. He as going to show her how dark he was, what he was, and he was not to be tested.

[userx]

Well, as far as things had gone in her head, and the way she had expected things to turn out, it just wasn't happening that way. In fact, it was almost as far away from what she was expecting as it is possible to get. This boy seemed to be entirely unpredictable, and as strange as this situation was turning out to be, there was something attractive about unpredictability. That wasn't to say that she was attracted to him. Hah, no. That was absurd. He was possibly the weirdest boy she'd ever met. Saying that, now she thought about it, there were a lot of weird people at Hogwarts. So, maybe he was just one of many. But surely they weren't all so... perculiar?

A mixture of curiosity and disgust at this boy's attitude was surrounding her thoughts. Sure, any normal person would have turned back and ran, without a second glance. But when had she ever been normal? Her parents had never described her as normal, countless other random things, but not normal. Normal was just something Jaslene did not comprehend.

Her reactions began to change when he did not take to her reply very well. She paused, biting a small part of her lip delicately before attempting another response. If he was taking her words this badly already, how was he going to react when he realised she wasn't the type of girl to give in to his 'grrr. rawwwr' thing. To be honest, she was still fighting back some laughter. But all this was disregarded when she was shoved up against the wall. Honestly, the boy needed to learn some new moves. It was like some sad Muggle sex movie, did all boys resort to these actions? Not that she was going to announce these thoughts. She thought it best to keep them to herself.

Before she could speak again, she felt the touch of his lips against hers. Bewildered by his newer reaction, she couldn't prevent her smirk returning to her face a few seconds later. She wasn't about to sastify whatever weird twisted ideas this boy had, but she wasn't about to let him have the last word either. "And say you attempt to make me scream... Judging by the state of the last girl you've been associating with, I'd say... less than successful. You'd have to raise your game significantly."

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Shia smirked, so she wasn't scared yet, wrong move, he moved her arms above her head, holing both wrists with jsut one of his hands, his other hand dropped to her hip."Unpreditable, i can read your face snake...raise the game indeed" He pressed his lips back against her, his hand moving from her hip to around her back. He was tempted to just do worse, but he might as well give a fighting chance, wahts the fun in not having a fighting victim?

She was defintly strong, he didn't expect her to jsut retort him when he shoved her, so she wasn't normal, no surprises there, sense when is a Slytherin child normal, but then he wasn't normal in human standereds either. He inwaridly chuckled at this comment.

[userx]

Whatever he was thinking, it was plain to both her and him that she had no idea what he was going to do. It was strange to think that he seemed to be more Slytherin than she was, currently, with this apparent like to 'play with his food.' She couldn't read his expressions either, they were just as dark as some of the sociopaths in her house. Well, if he was going to act the hard guy, then she wasn't about to stop him. What was it to her if he acted ridicuously. She partly wished there was someone else here to witness his pathetic attempts at scaring her. Sure, it would probably have worked on people of other houses, but seriously, did he expect a Slytherin to cower before him because he showed a few signs of darkness? Obviously part of him did and he seemed to be slightly frustrated that she was stronger than the average girl.

Growing up with the Malfoy family, and the intelligence from Hermione Granger, Jaslene Malfoy was smart enough to realise that the more she resisted perhaps what was the normal reaction of fear, the more he was going to push this. Of course, the strangest detail about all of this was the fact that they had both apparently forgotten the girl lying a few metres away. Obviously, the girl didn't mean much to him, but she couldn't help wondering what the answer to her first question was. What exactly did he do, to make her scream like that? Although she didn't want to end up in a similar style to her predecessor, something in her wanted to know. Maybe if she returned the behaviour of trying to push his limits, like he was doing to her, she'd find out.

A wiser person might have known when to stop. But while she was still aware and well, she was going to be alive and kicking. Still sticking to her original premise, she couldn't help but answer back. "You can read my emotions. Am I supposed to be impressed by that? Because to tell the truth, I'm not much nearer to admiration than I am to fear."

[/color] The one thing she couldn't figure out, was his behaviour in between his 'dark' phases. What was all the forcing himself upon her about? Perhaps that had nothing to do with his mental stability. Perhaps that was just him being a hormone-filled boy. "And while we're on the subject, you can see I'm not a snake, I don't bear any similarity to one whatsoever. Call me one again, and hold yourself responsible for the consequences."[/color][/blockquote]

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Shia's arleady dark face, deepened into a hell-has-come one. He pulled his was his lips from hers, and his hand around her back went to her hip."Your really stupid arn't you?" he looked at her stone cold eyes, she was asking for him to press harder, she wanted it, her face said it, and Shia wasn't goin to depreive her of it."How would you feel if i did this?" The hand he had replaced on her hip, moved under the fold of her robes and then her shirt, his cold hands reating to her warm skin.

He was frustrated and pissed off that his later ideas had failed to even conjure a whimper, she asked for it, he moved back to kiss her, he was tempted to shove his tongue down her throat but he would reframe, for now[/].

[userx]

It was impossible for her to avoid watching his reaction, considering the position he had pinned her in several minutes previously, she was somewhat satisfied to see his frustration growing. It seemed he really had expected the next person wandering the dungeons corridor to be as impressionable as the previous one. Really, if he'd known anything about her, he'd have known she wasn't one to announce her feelings or to back down. She was going for gold. But, in this present situation, it was difficult to say what such a prize would be. He was dangerously close to losing it. Even she could read that emotion. Merely because it seemed to be radiating from the Ravenclaw's body. He was definitely annoyed. Whether she had done anything to contribute to this mood, it was uncertain. But knowing herself well, Jaslene was quite confident she had managed to push some of his buttons. And this type of thought was something that always managed to bring a small smirk to her face.

He might think he had the upper hand. And with good reason, obviously, given their standings in this situation, but she evidently had more strength and control over this situation than he had expected, or allowed for. Seriously, being the daughter of Hermione Granger, did he expect her to roll over and accept defeat? That would never happen. He could kill her before her determination died. Of course, she wasn't a sucicidal type, so she was hoping that he wouldn't resort to that. But he had said it out loud, for both of them, he was completely unpredictable in his actions. She doubted even he knew what he was going to do next. But then, he probably didn't care what happened, as long as he received a sense of fear that had been long missing from their encounter.

If she had not been up against the stone wall, she would have shrugged at his first query. "I suppose that would depend on how you view intelligence. I hope you're not insinuating that just because I'm a Slytherin, and you're a Ravenclaw, that I am significantly less intelligent."

[/color] Pulling her head back slightly, she raised a perfect eyebrow before continuing with her point, "If we're talking about academic intelligence, then yes, I'm not the best. But I'm still smart enough to know that you're running out of ideas."[/color]

She had no idea how much more she could push him into reacting out of character. He was obviously perplexed by her unusual reactions. Then it hit her. Quite suddenly, but at last, some rational thought came to her brain. "Don't you have a..."[/color] She wasn't exactly sure how to finish this question. The missing word was open to countless possibilities. At first, she had been going to say 'girlfriend', but now the word 'conscience' seemed far more appropriate. He might think she was cold, but she had rarely met people like him before. Hence her fascination. And her desire to irritate as much as possible. After all, what was the worst he could do? He was just a Ravenclaw.

The familiar smirk reaching her lips again, as she faced him, she was indeed becoming confident outside, although inside her body was screaming slightly. She hated being touched by random people. And she didn't know him at all. It was a surprise that she'd even have let him kiss her while she was still free to walk around. She was hiding this perfectly, of course, damn, her father had taught her well. Managing to free one hand in order to pull her shirt down, quite forcefully, she spoke as thoroughly bored with their conversation now, "I'd say you're resorting to the lowest instinct you have. It doesn't provoke any more anxiety into me than anything else. We Slytherins are harder to get a reaction from, you know. So much for intelligence."[/color] She gave him a small look of disgust.


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Shia, had had it, for some reason in the deep core of himself he withdrawed,you can handle her pip squeak he was refering to Vincent. Vincent blinked he found himself in the dark, he found himself with a Slytherin girl, and he found himself shoving her against the wall.

With a motion that could only be done once in a hundred times, Vincent flew back competely into the other wall, his entire face lighted as if a shadow had been over it, wether or not he was aware of what happened or not is unsure. He looked at the girl, then the irl on the round, his confusion grew. Then his own brain began to churn and he realized he had lashed out they had come into his dark, and he had lashed out at them, crude.

"damn...are you,okay?" He said keeping his palms against the cold stone walll, which wasn't so cold do to his raiditing heat. He blinked twice wonderin if she anwser, run or flip out on him.

He wasn't sure he wanted to find out, but he wanted to know what he had done to her first, incase he needed to grovel and or apology, or both, she looked like she had held her own though, she seemed unimpressed actually, her eyes narrowed, and her hands, now on her hips. Vincent's eyes narrowed, and hte shadow returned to his features. make up your mind pip squeak!, Shia yelled within him.

Vincent had to keep himself calm or he might end up killing her, which probably would land him in Azkaban, which in some termsh he wouldn't mind but, because of his current state.

But for some reason she was pissin him off, and he moved back infront of her, his fram nce again towering over her, and Shia stared out of Vincent's eye, hwasn't incontrol but he became aware thati t wasn't just him, in this ravenclaw body. And this worried him, no wonder he never had any fun.

[dan]

Chris was rocking out in his dorm room to some song that sounded more like shouting then singing untill a little slytherin kid walked in looking worried. "Sup kid?" Chris asked getting down from his bed where he had been head banging. The kid told him that he had heard screaming and told him where from. "Ok, dont tell anyone else, I'll go check it out" Chris said putting on his robes over his t-shirt and jeans that he had been wearing then put on his converse forgetting the socks. He picked his wand up from the side of his bed and speed walked out of the dorm and then out of the common room.

It took Chris some time to find the place the kid was on about but when he thought he found it he barged into the room with his wand held out at arms length to whoever was in there. Chris was slightly confused at what he saw, there was a girl who seemed familiar but he couldnt place her face and she seemed annoyed, a guy who looked kind of annoyed standing over her. He didn't even notice Muse. "What the heck's happening here?" Chris asked pointing his wand from the boy to the girl back to the boy and so on, he wasnt sure who was going to do what which made him worry slightly.

"If one of you doesn't explain soon your both going to end up in the worst position possible" Chris said glaring at both of them yeah.. against me he thought with a small smirk, he was yet to be bested in a duel the closest anyone had ever got to beating him was a draw but this was a ravenclaw who probably spent most of his time reading up on spells so Chris figured if a duel was going to happen it probably would be a rather big one.

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