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Arabella Fawley | Seventeen years old | Seventh Year | Slytherin Student ❝ It's usually selfish people who are loved the most. They do what you deny yourself, and you love them for it. you give them your heart. ❞ My Dear {s w e e t} Little Princess How d a r k is your Soul?

[arabellafawleys]

The Library ❀ 01.09.77

[alxctocxrrow]

❝Arabella, right.❞                  Fairy name rolled off of pink tongue with stifling arrogance ━ of course she knew the exotic princess for it is hard to forget the shrill voice and selfish tendencies and the puppy dog look thrown towards her brother ( & sometimes her ).  ❝Paris ━ the city of sickening romance. I don’t doubt you enjoyed yourself.❞ 

[arabellafawleys]

❝ I actually had a lot of fun. We went shopping almost every day -- they have so much more variety in their Wizards robes over there. I'm hoping we'll get our heads out of the dark ages of fashion soon though. ❞ She was rambling and she knew Alecto probably didn't care one bit. So, Arabella suddenly closed her mouth for a moment running her quill between her fingers. 

❝ -- What about you? I hope your holiday was nice. ❞

[initiumart-blog]

Or perhaps in Slytherin, You’ll make your real friends, Those cunning folk use any means, To achieve their ends.

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slytherins tend to be ambitious, shrewd, cunning, strong leaders, and achievement-oriented. they also have highly developed senses of self-preservation. this means that slytherins tend to hesitate before acting, so as to weigh all possible outcomes before deciding exactly what should be done.

according to albus dumbledore, the qualities which salazar valued in the students he chose included cleverness, resourcefulness, determination, and a certain disregard for the rules.

[arabellafawleys]

The Library ❀ 01.09.77

[jamesprancingpotter]

With a lowered head and an almost symbolic parallel to the heavy heart that battled the hordes of work yet to be done, his hand moved endlessly. Although he knew the answers to each one of them, his mind could never seem to assign the much needed focus and attention to them over the summer. There always seemed to be something more interesting, more exhilarating and more attention-grabbing, deadlines of which only forced his attention and make a hasty retreat to the library where silence would hopefully be ensured.

At the voice, he didn’t look up, merely continuing to scribble his work whilst listening to the female who apparently shared his plight. Perhaps speaking to herself, for they were at different tables and were the only two in the area. He understood her pain.

❝ Pure sadism, I’d say. And a thirst for children’s blood, sweat and tears. Perhaps we’ll get our distinctions upon dripping some blood on the parchment. ❞

[arabellafawleys]

Arabella lifted her head when someone replied to her and she laughed lightly giving a small nod. ❝ That's a very grim way to look at it. Though I don't even think writing in blood would be able to get Professor Binns' attention. ❞ He didn't even know her name she didn't know why he paid so much attention to what was written on her essay. She was pretty sure she could just sit a potato sack in a seat with a wig on it and he wouldn't even notice she was gone. Slughorn was a different story, she may not be a favorite of his but he liked her well enough... not well enough to give her a pass on her grades though. Unfortunately.

She glanced over at the boy at the other table to see who she was even talking to before she continued. ❝ Besides, it's NEWTs year. They'll have their fair share of blood, sweat, and tears sooner then they'd think. I would have just hoped they would ease up a little the summer before. ❞ Arabella let out a wistful sigh as she continued to write on the parchment before her.

Perhaps she could start dating a Ravenclaw and he could do all her homework for her this year...

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[arabellafawleys]

The Library ❀ 01.09.77

[corlexnis-deactivated20140606]

In honesty, it was eccentric; differential to the expected, rather unconventional & wholly unfamiliar. Conclusively, it was not often in which a serpent —- such as Arabella herself —- would abstain from sinking & ejecting their venomous bite within her pale skin. It’d, perpetually, been much like silver daggers & a barbed prong delving into dainty surface; nonchalantly & achingly ——- yet, Lily tried not to let names bother her. &, as it seemed, Arabella held diversity when compared amongst cohorted vipers.

Assembling papers into an orderly pile, her elbows rest upon the desk ——- a symbol & gesture of comfortable, approachable body language, assuredly. It seemed, in truths, Arabella Fawley was not entirely malicious; perhaps not even a little bit —- not even at all. But one does not lower their guard when on the prowl, & so, Lily would adopt a similar procedure.

❝ You heard right. Actually ——- ❞ her speech pauses, if only for a moment, in order to shuffle & re-order her papers. Once the task is done, she shifts said papers in the serpentress’ direction. ❝ ——- These are the papers. Y’know, there’s a lot I’ve got’ta remember. Meetings, responsibilities ——- ❞ hand lifts to rub between her brows, directly above her sinuses. & she continues. ❝ It’s all very stressful. ❞ 

[arabellafawleys]

She listened with almost rapt attention as the redhead before her spoke, nodding a little bit whenever she paused. Arabella couldn't fathom the sort of responsibility that came with being a Head Girl. She almost couldn't even fathom any sort of responsibility at all, so it was a very interesting concept to her. Exotic even.

❝ I bet it is! ❞ She brushed her fluffy red quill between her fingers absently while she tried to wrap her head around what sort of stress would come with such a position. For a moment she wondered if Lucinda wanted to be Head Girl -- she was busy with Quidditch of course. But Potter was Head Boy, so she wasn't sure how much that mattered. Lucinda would have been a good Head Girl... ❝ But I'm sure you can handle it. You've always seemed very... put together. That's a very good quality in a person, especially in a person who has been given a position of power. Besides... ❞ Arabella smiled a little bit and leaned her head forward. ❝ It has to come with a few perks too, right? I know Prefects are given that lovely bathroom -- That I've never used, of course. But I can't imagine what the Head Boy and Head Girl are given. ❞

[arabellafawleys]

The Library ❀ 01.09.77

[alxctocxrrow]

❝Do I know you?❞                  Why is she smiling like that?

[arabellafawleys]

❝ Yes. It's Arabella. From -- the dorms? We weren't away from each other that long. ❞ She gave a tiny shake of her head wondering if it was just a memory thing Alecto had or something. Because there was no way she wouldn't know who Arabella was. Glancing down at her books for a moment to check some fact or another, Arabella looked up again almost surprised to see that Alecto was still there. That was progress. 

❝ But I'm sure you had a fantastic, busy summer, I could see why you'd forget. I spent mine in Paris. ❞

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❝ knowledge will give you power, but character respect. ❞

[arabellafawleys]

HEADCANONS ❀ ARABELLA AND GEORGIANA FAWLEY

Arabella and her sister Georgiana get along well enough. They're not best friends, they're not even friends at all, running with two different crowds within the Slytherin house at Hogwarts. But they get along. Georgiana is the more dead pan snarky one of the two. If they were a comedy act (and at times during their childhood Georgiana likely felt they were) she would be the straight man.

While Arabella is older, Georgiana is more mature and studious. While Arabella's goal seems to be marry someone with a lot of money and power, Georgiana will gain it all for herself. Arabella is liked more among her Housemates, and Georgiana keeps to herself for the most part. Now that Georgiana was made a Prefect of the Slytherin House over the summer, and Arabella intends to use that to her advantage no matter what her little sister says.

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♚—- ❝Of course you would, Arabella. They’re cute for the first five minutes then they don’t shut the hell up.❞

[arabellafawleys]

❝ Yeah... maybe. I do guess you have to deal with them more than I do, being a Prefect. Don't you get used to them? ❞

[arabellafawleys]

The Library ❀ 01.09.77

[corlexnis-deactivated20140606]

Discerning fingers spread across her papers; glissading from a timely dedicated Potions essay, her notes on the apparation charm in preparation upon coming of age, & finally ——- her illegible jottings concerning her new role. It is seconds, perhaps even minutes, before she notices the flowered serpentress seated before her. The exclamation is shrilled with concern, yet layered with a tint of jocularity. It is not concern, however, that bounds within the lioness; but rather confusion. Plenty of desks & tables had been left for the choosing ——- empty ones, even ——- yet Arabella had chosen the one she, too, had selected. Her eyebrows raise in symbolism of this, before opening her mouth to respond. 

❝ You’re right ——- can’t really put my finger on it, to be honest. S’pose the best way to avoid getting behind is to actually do the work, but I wouldn’t know. I’m behind too. ❞

[arabellafawleys]

❝ At the very least it's comforting to know that. ❞ It was. It was good to know she wasn't the only one who had put off work. 

It wasn't the reason she had decided to sit down with the red headed Gryffindor though. She had never really paid attention to Lily before honestly, but Arabella never really paid attention to anyone that she didn't think was good enough -- status wise. Though unlike many Slytherins her version of status hinged on money usually, not blood. Well, not always, anyway. But there was also power. And now... Arabella's mouth quirked up into a pleasant, questioning sort of smile and she raised her eyebrows, ❝ But... Did I hear you were Head Girl this year? ❞ 

[arabellafawleys]

The Library ❀ 01.09.77

[ofdvwns]

Shrugging, he sighed as if a chuckle had joined with the sound. ❝ You’re not the first person to say that to me today.❞

        You’re an old soul, Remus, and I think that’s a good thing, considering you have me as a mother.

He shook his head. ❝ Ah, there was a textbook I overheard one of the professors talking about, and it was one that wasn’t on the list of books to buy. I wanted to see if it was here because I don’t want to be caught off guard.❞ There was a pause, then, ❝ So I guess you could say I want a head start.❞

 Then he finally moved around the table, his head tilting to peer at Arabella’s work. ❝ Are you having difficulty with History of Magic?❞

[arabellafawleys]

Arabella gave Remus an amused smile at his explanation of why he was in the library. ❝ Do you think they'll spring a surprise book on us? Is this something to do with NEWTs? ❞ 

Really she didn't care all that much. She didn't really care all that much about school work at all. Arabella did it, and got good grades, but unlike most of her classmates her whole future didn't hinge on getting good grades in school. They didn't matter much at all to be honest. It wasn't like she was going to actually work anywhere. But she'd participate in the stressing out their exams usually brought everyone, it wasn't like there was anything else to do.

❝ Other than being extremely bored? I don't know. I'm pretty sure I've read the same page in the book about five times and can't get anything from it other than the fact that I want to throw it across the room. ❞ She said with a huff.

[arabellafawleys]

The Library ❀ 01.09.77

[lvcindas]

❝You’re right. I mean, what other professor would have the gall to whip up an absurd assignment quicker than he? Then again, I admit I wouldn’t be complaining if I had bothered to read over the textbook’s introductory section before setting foot in his class. It’s almost as if everything is catching up too soon…❞ lowered lashes, a pensive pause followed by a humorless chuckle, ❝…and it’s only been the first day back.❞

Where have the first-year jitters gone—the excited nerve vibrating in immediate response to the castle’s majesty? However nostalgic the emotion, Lucinda shakes off the fond memory in fear of becoming lost to the innocence reluctantly, yet necessarily, left in her past. She flicks her eyes to the nail poised neatly on her friend’s quill, which leads the older girl’s gaze to the tender, black letters of Arabella’s writing. Reading the charmingly-crafted words, a small smile, in the subtle shade of peony, buds finely.

❝—which I’m sure you must be doing already. Don’t forget about your beloved Lucinda when you’re off dancing in the autumn winds or gallivanting with the next shiny plaything.

Oh, I thought that I had detected a pinch of sarcasm in your words,❞ she confesses, rid of suspicion after hearing the other’s kind reflection. ❝Well, yes, I was a busy lady indeed over the summer. It’s no excuse to not have completed all of the basic preparation for classes, I know, but I’ll gladly place the blame on certain distractions. Tell me, how were your holidays? I’m apologizing for the lack of letters on my end; The closer my graduation comes, the more Ministry intel seems to file up pleasingly in my favor.❞

[arabellafawleys]

It was only their first day back and that thought made Arabella pout. They'd literally just gotten back -- like a few hours ago. Yes, it was her fault, she could have just done the work she was given over the summer. But whatever. ❝ As long as you're here suffering with me this year I think we'll both be okay. ❞ Perhaps that was mean, wishing her friend to suffer as well. But as long as Arabella wasn't the only one stuck in the library studying when things got rough she didn't really care. 

She raised the sugar quill in her other hand to her mouth again and sucked on it as her eyes flickered towards her friend and she smiled briefly before she spoke. ❝ You'll always be in my heart and mind Lucinda. When you're stuck in here studying your cute tail off, while I'm having fun. Or scheduling Quidditch practices in the wee hours of the morning while I'm still snoozing away in bed. You're always in my thoughts. ❞

Arabella was joking, and in the overly dramatic sort of way she did with hand waves and batting her eyes at her dear friend. Still she slumped down and went back to work a moment later with a wistful sort of sigh. 

❝ Sarcasm from me? Lucinda! I'd never! ❞ She said with a smirk and listened to the tale her friend told of her summer and nodded her head eagerly. ❝ You'll have to tell me the whole story sometime. When we're not busy working for our lives. My summer was pleasant though! We went to Paris for most of it. French Wizards are awfully charming, I found out. But I missed my friends. ❞

[arabellafawleys]

The Library ❀ 01.09.77

[alxctocxrrow]

❝How tragic.❞

[arabellafawleys]

❝ -- Huh? Oh! Hey. ❞ Arabella gave a quick, enthusiastic shake of her head before smiling widely over at Alecto. ❝ Isn't it? They could have at least given us a tiny break before they throw a bunch of work at us for our NEWTs. ❞

[arabellafawleys]

The Library ❀ 01.09.77

[evanroxier-blog]

Smiling, she was even prettier. The princess amongst the snakes refusing to be tainted by the undeniable darkness hidden amongst her friends. Amusement rested in his heart as he studied her, the amused grin making her visage glimmer in light –– a light unknown to him.

❝ Fascinating. ❞ He replies without hiding his disinterest in the topic at hand. Instead stoic form raise from the plush chair where he has rested. Stretching out long legs as he studies her. ❝ How hard such a feat must have been! To keep away from books of such interest, exchanging them for mindless activities. ❞ His voice sounding kind, with it’s obvious sarcasm lingering in his words. He was, after all, Evan Rosier.

[arabellafawleys]

❝ Well... ❞ Arabella gave an airy shrug and waved her hand a bit in false arrogance. ❝ It's a skill I've perfected over the past six years, so I was quite confident in my abilities. ❞

Her dark eyes lingered on the Slytherin boy before her, then she looked back down at her paper. She rather liked Evan, he had a very... sophisticated air about him that she appreciated. Besides, he reminded her of her little sister -- which was something Arabella kept to herself because she was pretty sure most teenage boys wouldn't want to hear that. But their sense of humor was similar. Snark was something she was pretty familiar with, and took in stride.

❝ What are you doing in here if you didn't waste your summer doing mindless activities. Already studying? ❞