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Rolling her eyes Rebel never even bothered to look to see who was addressing her. She plainly didn’t care, they were annoying. What normal person left their books laying around then complained when they got stepped on?… “What’s even Smarter is Not leaving them on the damn floor.” She said kicking one a little

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“ Hello, have you ever been to the Gryffindor Tower? Do you bloody know how hard you get there?” She narrowed her eyebrows and shrugged her shoulders. “ Come on, continue kicking…you’re paying them afterwards.”

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Growing amused that the blonde girl’s anger Rebel smiled .. “Clearly I have no clue she said nonchalantly shrugging her shoulders truthfully Rebel had no clue but considering the circumstances she had no desire to be nice or care… “Pay for these..” Rebel said looking at the slightly used books “you wish Mckinnon.”

#Conversations with Mckinnon #Rebel interactions

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“They are training for the next Quidditch match. We all know that the Slytherins are going to win though.” Narcissa said quietly, as she looked outside, watching the team as they were practicing.

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“Clearly your eyesight is just as bad their flying” Rebel said pointing to one of the Slytherin team players who nearly got knocked off his broom. “They don’t stand a chance against Ravenclaw.”

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her back was pressed against the wall, her legs were brought up to her chest and her hands were wrapped around them. all the books she’s been carrying the whole day were laying on the floor while she was cuddled into a corner. eyes darted up while a frown crested on her forehead. “ hey! so you know that stepping on someone’s books isn’t such a smart move. you have literally destroyed my Potions book, thank you very much.” at least she had an excuse now.

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Rolling her eyes Rebel never even bothered to look to see who was addressing her. She plainly didn’t care, they were annoying. What normal person left their books laying around then complained when they got stepped on?… “What’s even Smarter is Not leaving them on the damn floor.” She said kicking one a little

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“–I hate to be rude, but I’m running on approximately two and a half hours of sleep and I can’t focus on everything you’re saying. Can you skip to the important bits?”

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Obviously manners weren’t the only thing you skipped huh?

#conversations with Lane #Rebel interactions

Is it me or does everyone around here … has this dense cloud hanging over them?

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As the rain pelted softly against the ground sloppily Rebel begun to hum mechanically. Almost as if her mood and body vibration had shifted instantly, Rain…was the culprit it soothed her. Rain had always been the one thing she enjoyed, acting as a calming agent when her nerves became rattled. it had been that way every since she was a small child. Ignored the weather advisory for a rain storm Rebel ventured out to the now empty grounds. For mostly everyone else was tucked away inside the castle warm and dry. Pulling hood of her raincoat over her head, to savage what she could of her freshly styled and washed hair Rebel made her way down to the gardens. With the weather being so gloomy, she knew the Gardens had to be the most romantic places inside of the castle, Taking in the scenery she barely noticed the person walking behind her, noticing the person out of the corner of her eye, she turned full view to see who was behind her. “Are you following me?”

A low groan of some slightly dramatic degree of despair parted Alecto’s lips as the other had turned, addressing her, a firm sneer colored her features in return as her eyes scanned the other young woman. “Not even if you were to bribe me to do so, would I even contemplate such a thing. I am aware it is possibly a shocking concept but this is after all open to all students– unfortunately– so I merely happen to be here for my own purpose.” In spite of the heavy sigh that waited in her chest for release, Alecto allotted the badger a feigned sardonic smile.

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“Aren’t we just a ball of sunshine Miss Carrow.” Rebel retorted sarcastically while rolling her eyes. What else was she supposed to think in weather like this? it was surprising to see the brunette outside of the castle ... Rebel hadd always assumed that she was a vampire being as Rebel had never pictured seeing her being into fresh air, and sunlight “Do you always have to be so rude or is that reserved … for a special few who you have the hots for?” her brow raised as she questioned the other girl who seemed over excited to have a few words with her to put it politely. “ thank you for refreshing my memory of the school guidelines but it is quite obvious that most would be seeking shelter inside of the castle on a day like today.” she said brushing past Alecto.

#interactions with Carrow #Rebel Jordan #Rebel & Alecto

As the rain pelted softly against the ground sloppily Rebel begun to hum mechanically. Almost as if her mood and body vibration had shifted instantly, Rain...was the culprit it soothed her. Rain had always been the one thing she enjoyed, acting as a calming agent when her nerves became rattled. it had been that way every since she was a small child. Ignored the weather advisory for a rain storm Rebel ventured out to the now empty grounds. For mostly everyone else was tucked away inside the castle warm and dry. Pulling hood of her raincoat over her head, to savage what she could of her freshly styled and washed hair Rebel made her way down to the gardens. With the weather being so gloomy, she knew the Gardens had to be the most romantic places inside of the castle, Taking in the scenery she barely noticed the person walking behind her, noticing the person out of the corner of her eye, she turned full view to see who was behind her. “Are you following me?”

#theend: starter #Rebel Jordan #Scene: the gardens

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Oh? well then … In that case why don’t you just be quiet and let me eat in the manner I want too…” she smiled sweetly

“Well alright…if that’s what you want.” Benjy continued to watch her eat smirking to himself.

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What? ... why are you smirking, Fenwick ?

#Convos with Fenwick #Rebel interactions

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The Witching Hour

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For the life of her, Rebel couldn’t understand why was it so hard for her to make friends.. The thought of not having anyone to confide in bothered her but she just couldn’t bring herself to open up. It was too painful not to mention in her opinion a weakness and under no circumstances was Rebel Jordan ever going to be looked at as a weakling. As her thoughts danced back and forth playing devil’s advocate, Rebel inside voice couldn’t help but whisper the haunting truth

it had been a lonely and cold six and a half years living inside the castle walls without anyone to call a ‘friend’ – it hissed lowly as if it’s intended target was the heart. Sighing heavily at this truth, Rebel jumped at the familiar voice that seemed to catch her unguarded

“What?” she asked completely unsure where Cassius had come from in the first place… rolling her eyes swiftly Rebel pulled herself together shoving her personal problems to the side. “Grow up, Parkinson … why are you being freakishly annoying at this hour?” she huffed eyeing him suspiciously “and what are you eating?” she demanded squinting her nose in disapproval of his eating habits.

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Letting out an exasperated huff, Cassius smoothly crossed one leg over the other, rested an elbow on his knee and propped his chin up in his palm; creating a picture of a bored prince on his throne. Swallowing the last of the small piece of chocolate, he slowly ran his tongue over his lower lip; trying to put Rebel on edge. Her reaction was as expected, and it made his mood turn slightly sour. Truth be told, he really wasn’t in the mood to deal with the girl right now; he was in the middle of celebrating his latest victory after all. However, what good was celebrating without someone to brag too? Normally he’d only brag to his fellow snakes, but a fresh reaction might be fun. Additionally, Cas didn’t really care about maintaining his charming, Casanova facade with Rebel for some reason.

“I’m celebrating, my latest project has been completed after weeks of hard work. Care to join me? It’s quite a tale.” Cassius gestured to the open space next to him on the stone bench. “I might even share my chocolate with you if you’re good.” He playfully winked.

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Rolling her eyes as she often did in habit. Rebel wondered why she hadn’t been more careful and paid attention to where she was heading, maybe then she wouldn’t of ended up in the company of Cassius Parkinson. ‘Fuck.’ she thought did this bloke always have to be this annoying she questioned herself, Not sure what she found more annoying about him-- his mannerisms or his voice. Rebel sucked her teeth loudly not caring if he found her rude or not. It was almost as if every time she needed a moment to be normal. Here it was Cassius popped up to annoy her very existence. There had to be some type of curse on her that Rebel wasn’t aware of but she was definitely going to get to the bottom of it if it killed her.

His proud expression was annoying “Honestly Cassius I don’t care about any of your funny little nerd-ish projects..” she said snobbishly throwing her arms cross her chest starting to get an attitude. hoping they could skip the formalities and get straight to the point. “Keep your gross little chocolate to yourself if you want to keep your precious fingers.” She warned walking over towards and bench and sitting down. Rebel wasn’t exactly sure but she could never just walk away from Cassius no matter how bad he dug in her nerves. “Just get on with it Parkinson.” She demanded

#the witching hour #Vibes with Parkinson #Rebel interactions

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The Witching Hour

Late at night in an empty corridor, Cassius fiddled with a piece of expensive Honeydukes chocolate in his fingers. Dark chocolate. Bittersweet. Much like how he was feeling at the moment. Cas had once again reached the end of another project. He had taken a fallen lamb and turned her into a shinning stallion only to rip everything away from her with a snap of his fingers. The hope disappearing from her eyes, and the rejection that she must felt was all too familiar. He wondered why he put himself through this. Did he think that breaking other people would fix himself? Pursing his lips, Cassius unwrapped the chocolate and stuck it in his mouth. Although it tasted bittersweet, it was somehow satisfying; instant gratification without thinking of the consequences.

Hearing footsteps. he looked up from his seat on the stone bench and grimaced. Rebel Jordan. What a piece of work that one was. For some reason she was one of the only people that actually made his skin itch with irritation. “It’s the witching hour my dear; a time of magical mischief. You here for the party?” Cassius flirted with a charming grin.

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For the life of her, Rebel couldn’t understand why was it so hard for her to make friends.. The thought of not having anyone to confide in bothered her but she just couldn’t bring herself to open up. It was too painful not to mention in her opinion a weakness and under no circumstances was Rebel Jordan ever going to be looked at as a weakling. As her thoughts danced back and forth playing devil’s advocate, Rebel inside voice couldn’t help but whisper the haunting truth

it had been a lonely and cold six and a half years living inside the castle walls without anyone to call a ‘friend’ -- it hissed lowly as if it’s intended target was the heart. Sighing heavily at this truth, Rebel jumped at the familiar voice that seemed to catch her unguarded

“What?” she asked completely unsure where Cassius had come from in the first place… rolling her eyes swiftly Rebel pulled herself together shoving her personal problems to the side. “Grow up, Parkinson … why are you being freakishly annoying at this hour?” she huffed eyeing him suspiciously “and what are you eating?” she demanded squinting her nose in disapproval of his eating habits.

#the witching hour #Vibes with Parkinson #Rebel interactions

PRIDE

My body Of course... I mean have you seen me? No bitch hotter than me …

Envy

I don’t ENVY anything …but I suppose if we’re being honest I wish I could be better at caring about others…. Wait is this a Real question? I don’t care about anyone besides myself ....

#Rebel thoughts