Connie Skaro

Slytherin || Pureblood || 7th Year ||

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Discoveries || Dean & Connie

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Dean swallowed hard, staring at her almost painfully. “Uh….” He blinked, finally sent his gaze elsewhere, frowning at his goblet. “Um, yeah…uh-no, no nothing’s wrong…” How could he possibly explain this? He knew exactly how Connie got about her dad, she’d mentioned it to him a million times, he’d seen her outbursts at other people. So the connection shouldn’t even matter. But here she was…the daughter. Did she even really know him? Did she know him when…

Dean blinked again, brow furrowed. As the thoughts spiraled around his head, his jaw tensed along with his shoulders. He put the paper down and took a sip of his juice. He had to do something with his hands. He wanted to throw over the table and run right through the window…

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Connie stared, looking confused, and somewhat concerned. He was really worked up about something-- that much was obvious. "Dean..." she started, pausing for a moment, not really knowing what to say. He'd never admitted to anything upsetting him before, so she wondered if it was even worth asking. Still, he looked almost pained when he glanced at her, and she decided that needed to be addressed. "Something's clearly bothering you" she stated, deciding to be direct about it, "What's going on?"

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Discoveries || Dean & Connie

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Dean looked up as she came by. “Hey…How y’doin?” His gaze followed her, but his eyes were far away. His brain felt like it should be making a whirring noise, like a laptop starting up. Yet he couldn’t come to any conclusion. It was like something blocked his thoughts. Connie’s face was taking up his whole line of sight.

Skaro. Connie Skaro. He heard her words about her dad in his head as though she said them aloud just now. Connie Skaro was his daughter. But that just couldn’t be true. Connie was alright. This Davros guy was a psycho, and Connie was Dean’s friend. He blinked. His fingers were gripping the paper, but he couldn’t feel them. “Uh…hey, what’s up?”

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"I'm fine. There's a new article out about my father, and more people being idiotic, but it's fine. I'm not even remotely bothered by it anymore," she replied, as she served herself some food. Connie glanced at him when he didn't immediately respond, furrowing her eyebrows when she realized how distracted he looked. "Something wrong?" she questioned, raising an eyebrow as she noticed how tightly he was clutching a copy of the paper in his hands.

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Discoveries || Dean & Connie

Dean sat at the end of the Gryffindor table. He often did. He was comfortable there, on the outside. People could talk to him, he didn’t mind that, but he was never obligated to start a conversation. He could sit and watch. It wasn’t so bad…not always. A tall girl came, sat down beside him, chatting with her friend. She dropped a newspaper beside her, it knocked Dean’s fork off his plate. Dean shifted the paper, not wanting to interrupt, but found himself pausing…that picture. He pulled the paper over his empty plate. There was no mistake; that was Dad’s picture, the picture he carried with him. The picture he kept in his journal, the picture he kept in his car, the picture that disappeared one day with him. Dean glanced around, checking that no one was looking. He grabbed the paper, turned away from the table, scoured the headline. DAVROS SKARO, the name jumped out at him before he even knew why. This was the man that killed Mom…the reason Dad was gone…Skaro. Why did he know that name? His dad had never mentioned it, never…He looked around the hall again, as though he might find an answer there…

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Connie walked into the Great Hall, her signature scowl in place. A new article had come out-- not saying anything new, but just talking about her father's past more in-depth-- which meant that people were gossiping about, and staring at her again. Since this whole ordeal had started, though, she'd become far better at controlling her emotions, and keeping herself from reacting to the talk. She rolled her eyes in response to one of the younger Gryffindors openly gaping at her as she walked past him and glanced around, quickly spotting Dean sitting at the end of Gryffindor table.

It was strange-- if anyone had told her she had to sit at the Gryffindor table last year, she would have responded with something along the lines of "Over my dead body"... But Dean had quickly become one of her few-- one of her only-- friends, and if having a friend who wouldn't constantly remind her of who her father was, or judge her for it, meant sitting at the Gryffindor table, she supposed that it was worth it. "Morning," Connie greeted, as she sat next to him.

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I swear to Merlin,

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*smiles back, a bit uncertainly but valiantly* lets get dinner, huh?

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*nods* Ok.

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I swear to Merlin,

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*thinks, jaw working subtly* *glances at the space around him* …yeah okay. sure.

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*gives him a small smile (an attempt at a reassuring smile)*

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I swear to Merlin,

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*he swallows visibly, shifting his weight* yeah…s’okay. uh…I think I have some…homework to do or somethin…

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*rolls eyes* No you don't. And, even if you did have homework, you wouldn't actually do it. *sighs, glancing around and then back at him* Really, it's fine, okay? Let's just pretend this never happened. 

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Penumbra || River Tam & Connie

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Nervous.  So nervous and proud and why would you be nervous and proud?  Rules.  We have a government.  We have laws.  We can’t break the laws even when the laws are bad and the government hurts and they shouldn’t make things so hard and why do you want to help them?  Or him?  They’ll both just hurt.

"Being better than your brother isn’t always a good thing."

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Connie jumped, surprised by the sudden voice behind her, and quickly folding the note shut and moving it away from the girl. "I don't know what you're talking about," she automatically replied, her heart racing. How did she know about her and Seth's rivalry? Was it just a coincidence that she was mentioning it now? Connie found the girl strange to begin with, but the fact that she always just coincidentally seemed to know what was going through her head... It was unnerving. "What do you want now?" she added in a standoffish manner, "I haven't seen your brother in any of my dreams, if that's why you're here."

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I swear to Merlin,

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-chews the inside of his lip, nodding- yeah…yeah you did. But I’m…sorry I called you a bitch.

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It's fine. You were angry-- you didn't mean it.

... Sorry I overreacted.

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I swear to Merlin,

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*looks down at his boots* …I-I never meant to verbally attack you, Connie, you’re my friend. I don’t do that to friends.

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*shrugs* It's fine. *arms still crossed, not really looking at him* I probably overreacted a bit. 

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I swear to Merlin,

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*stares down at her, alarmed* *hand tightens around his backpack strap* ….*blinks* you— …*looks out a window, lost for words*

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*finally looks away then, gulping & blinking away the wateriness in her eyes* ... *looks back up at him, waiting for a reaction and then scoffs bitterly* Just... *looks away from him, shrugging and crossing her arms* Just forget about it. 

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I swear to Merlin,

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*scoffs, not slowing* I was teasing you, Connie. Learn the difference. you don’t hafta be a bitch all the time.

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*jaw clenches, balls hands into fists, suddenly stands in front of him, stopping him from continuing walking, looking angry* Actually, I do have to be a bitch all the time. How else do you think I'd've gotten this far, and survived this long, with my family? *glares up at him* I don't know why you care so much about all this machismo crap, or why you buy into it, but no one actually cares how many girls you can or cannot get, Dean. It doesn't matter. This may come as a shock to you-- but it isn't a sign of how much of a man you are, and being perceived as a player, like you want to be perceived, isn't going to make girls want to sleep with you. 

Whether or not I'm as tough as I make people think I am? That matters. *her eyes feel prickly and slightly watery, but she continues glaring up at him* That's the difference between my being constantly verbally attacked by everyone at this school because of who my father is, or them knowing better than to mess with me.

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I swear to Merlin,

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*sighs, rolling her eyes* Dean… *hurries after him* I shouldn’t have said that.

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*storms along, clearing quite a bit of ground forcing her to skitter along to keep up* welp too bad you did, huh. go insult somebody else.

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*frowns, barely keeping up with him* I only said it because you insulted me. 

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I swear to Merlin,

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*he blinks, jaw clenching again, turns and walks away down the hall*

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*sighs, rolling her eyes* Dean... *hurries after him* I shouldn't have said that.

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Penumbra || Open

Connie,

I apologise for not having contacted you sooner, but rest assured that everything is going according to plan. I may need your assistance in the near future—I will explain more fully when the time comes. Do not tell your brother or sister that I have contacted you.

-DS

Connie sat by the lake, staring at the letter written neatly on a scrap of parchment, delivered to her earlier by her own owl, Alistair. She couldn’t stop reading it over and over again—it was remarkable how strong an effect three measly sentences had had on her. They didn’t even say anything she didn’t already know... but her father had actually not only contacted her, but also told her he might need her help. Not Seth’s, or anyone else in the family’s… but hers. She didn’t know how she felt about it. On the one hand, it was everything she had ever wanted—to be taken seriously by her family, to just once be given preference over her brother, or at the very least seen as his equal—but, on the other hand, it was the last thing she wanted—to position herself against the Ministry and risk her future career by helping her father. She continued to stare at the letter, frantically trying to find some hidden meaning or something else that she might have missed. What could he possibly want her help with?

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I swear to Merlin,

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*nods, eyes flickering down the hallway* yeah…yeah well…what-whatever. guess neither of us has to accept what the other believes. *shrugs a shoulder, clearly internally squirming* I got plenty’a game. *voice rises a bit as he goes into defense mode* I can get any chick in this hallway right now, including you. I been around, I’m hot shit same as that Stark asshole, so don”t you be talkin like I aint.

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You're getting defensive, Dean.

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I swear to Merlin,

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-stares down at her, completely shocked- …-jaw clenches visibly- -searches the floor for a response, then the people around- -hitches his backpack up on his shoulder- well…that’s you’re opinion then huh.

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*looks at the people around, feeling kinda bad for having said it, but refusing to back down/take it back* *stares back at him, defiantly crossing her arms* Just like it's apparently your opinion that I'm not as tough as I like people to think I am.