you're only pathetic.

Agnés Andrew Archambault: Pureblooded, French Slytherin— much better than you could ever hope to be. I won't waste my time.

[notagnesarchambault]

thomasinacaspervanvolkenburg replied to your post: I was going to pay you a passing compliment, just to be kind, until I realized that compliments and your inability to keep them from going to your head is why you’re so insufferable. Regardless, have a good day, Agnés! I’ll be seeing you in our class soon!

Hardly. Sometimes I can’t begin to fathom how you managed to attract a friend like Jay- or anyone, for that matter.

Junayd is the sort of person that shares the same sentiments as I do, and he provides somewhat of a challenge when it comes to the courses I'm taking-- he's a good adversary, and a nice comrade to have-- seeing as he is from a house that values wit, too, he also provides good conversation. He may have ahead of him, don't try to sully it, Thomasina.

[notagnesarchambault]

I was going to pay you a passing compliment, just to be kind, until I realized that compliments and your inability to keep them from going to your head is why you're so insufferable. Regardless, have a good day, Agnés! I'll be seeing you in our class soon!

Are you— really, this only serves to prove that you’ve become rather taken with me, Thomasina.

[thomasinacaspervanvolkenbur-blog]

Exhausting because you can’t prove me wrong. [she’s insistent on this point, dropping her hands away from his at his expression] I can manage just about anything. I’m a talented witch of my age. Not in spite of being a half-blood, you know. [she’s grinning, feeling rather smug with the idea that she won the argument]

[notagnesarchambault]

"A talented witch? Tell me, did the oaf of a headmaster inform you of that?" His lips are pursed and his arms are crossed and he's regarding her like some sort of child, a young girl who is convinced she isn't wrong-- he's dealt with those in the past, has had cousins that acted the same way. Tut-tut, he'd say, a menacing smile on his face, and it would've been over within a few minutes, but it didn't seem that Thomasina was the sort. "Forget it, darling, I've a question-- you have a cup of pure... Pure lemon juice. It's strong, it's potent, and powerful. Now, if it's diluted  with... Let's say, water. It isn't as strong. It isn't as..." He sighs, abandoning the metaphor-- though he was good at speaking, metaphors weren't his forte. "It's a matter of tradition and what's right. It's a matter of the lines being strong, of family coming before all else-- it's about duty. About honour. About making your parents proud and furthering the family name-- the bloodline. You wouldn't understand."

[thomasinacaspervanvolkenbur-blog]

Right. Well, honestly, Agnés, thank you. I really needed this experience. [she steps forward, shaking one of his hands with both of hers clasped around his in earnest] It was eye opening. The part where you couldn’t even argue with me any more, any ways.

[notagnesarchambault]

This experience? [looks at her quizzically, glances down at their hands] Arguing with you is exhausting, because you just won't see sense. Perhaps, though, you and I could have an actually pleasant conversation, you know, if you can manage that. [smirks at her]

[thomasinacaspervanvolkenbur-blog]

How is it possibly skewed? I could give you a number of staggering facts about how having her head girl improved student morale and activity and how with her in her position, Gryffindor had a lower record of point deductions due to student misbehavior than they had in eleven years— even if the educational system is skewed, she out-performed a number of purebloods who had her position in the past. Not to bother you, of course. I’m aware how being presented facts that prove your beliefs incorrect can be annoying.

[notagnesarchambault]

You actually thing your words mean something? Oh, oh dear. This... I need this to be recorded some how, I need a record of this, oh Merlin.

[thomasinacaspervanvolkenbur-blog]

Your oppression of according to what statistics last reported now took up about 40% of the wizarding population is about your tradition? Your truth conveniently only applies to you. And calling me filthy for having one magical parent isn’t winning you any points right now. I’m not filthy. Neither are my siblings- my sister, by the way, was head girl. Do you really think someone with dirty and tainted blood would be able to excel enough to hold the highest position offered in this school to a student?

[notagnesarchambault]

That only serves to show that the education system in place is skewed. You're misguided, little Gryffindor. You're deluded. It was endearing, but it's only getting to be an annoyance, darling.

[notagnesarchambault]

Shh baby. No one is going to kiss you. Fast or slow.

You underestimate my charm.

And my past. The kiss wouldn’t be the first. Far from it.

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[notagnesarchambault]

Well, I'm not sure what this is gonna be, But with my eyes closed all I see Is the skyline, through the window, The moon above you and the streets below. (Don't let go) Hold my breath as you're moving in, Taste your lips and feel your skin. When the time comes, baby don't run, just kiss me slowly.

[thomasinacaspervanvolkenbur-blog]

I’ll call you what I like- we aren’t friends and I’d much rather use your given name than your nick name. Might give the wrong impression. [she bites back a comment about giving the wrong impression, wanting to keep this a calm and civil debate] Your views aren’t right. Which is easy to tell by the absolute lack of evidence. The only thing you could say in support of your supremacy is that it’s ‘right.’ There is nothing else to it- you’re just struggling to hold onto some bedtime story your parents told you that made you feel special. [that didn’t go nearly as civil as she’d planned]

[notagnesarchambault]

That isn't the only reason. It's about purity, it's about tradition, it's about taking back what muggles and filth have stolen. It's about truth. It's isn't a struggle to 'hold on' to this. It's easy, it's true. Isn't something that's pure always better than something that's muddled out? Something that's filthy?

[thomasinacaspervanvolkenbur-blog]

My background? A hard working mother, loving father, and perfectly nice upbringing with a number of siblings. I was taught to stand up for myself and to stand strong when I’ve got an opinion, and I’d like to talk to you a lot about how your views are flawed, Agnés.

[notagnesarchambault]

Darling, call me Andrew. I much prefer it.

And really, my views aren't flawed. They're merely right and you're living in a constant state of denial-- it's alright to be inferior, so long as you know your place, I suppose...

[twentysomethingrp-blog]

Well, let me mull your proposal over. In the mean time I should probably go and head out to quidditch practice before Potter decides to kill me..

[notagnesarchambault]

I-- well, alright, then.

Good luck at practice, Aurora.

[twentysomethingrp-blog]

…

Well isn’t that brilliant.

[notagnesarchambault]

Aurora, you're pleasant company and at the least our banter will keep the both of us entertained.

[twentysomethingrp-blog]

Are you implying that I ought to go with you?

[notagnesarchambault]

I might be, yes. 

[twentysomethingrp-blog]

Maybe if a blossoming youth such of myself hadn’t already attended so many regal parties and balls before she’d be quite excited, but alas I am jaded by such events and am not particularly fond of them.

[notagnesarchambault]

Perhaps if you had the right company...

[twentysomethingrp-blog]

I’m not aching to go with anyone, I’m afraid I’m not aching to go at all.

[notagnesarchambault]

And why's that? Doesn't a blossoming youth such as yourself die for such events?

[twentysomethingrp-blog]

Oh believe me, dearest, I wasn’t worried in the  slightest.

[notagnesarchambault]

That being said, have you found someone that you're aching to attend the ball with?

[notagnesarchambault]

Who do you want to go to the ball with?

Honestly, I'd merely like some pleasant, beautiful company that can also do a little bit of dancing-- excluding the riffraff, of course.