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17 / Slytherin / Pure Blood / Sixth Year

[gisellexbulstrode]

silvertonguedheartxox:

Cristemia’s expression sobered. “Strange how people look alike from behind. I thought you were the one my brother was with earlier. I don’t want anyone to make a mistake of being around him.”

Originally posted by rapidhearts

“Oh, no I can assure you that most likely wasn’t me.” Giselle said with a slightly nervous smile Who is your brother, actually? Just so I know to stay away.” 

[silvertonguedheartxox]

“Be lucky you haven’t meet him then,” she smiled softly. “Maximus Silverheart; he’s in his last year, same house as myself,” she explained.

[silvertonguedheartxox]

[amothersgrief--archive]

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[alexander-nott]

He raised his eyebrow with a smirk “Fiesty.” he enticed setting his arm on the wall. “If you’re really trying to hide, you could put your face against mine and he wouldn’t see.” he chuckled. 

[silvertonguedheartxox]

A smirk aligned her lips in response. “If you’re after a kiss, Alexander, you could just say. I don’t think I could resist your charms.” Cristemia could admire his effects. In fact, the blonde took a step closer and pressed a hand onto his cheek. “Only because it’s you,” she remarked, leaning in even more closer.

[silvertonguedheartxox]

“You’re either being serious or you’ve got your head. Which is it?”

[gauntmaterial]

    “i’m being serious. i know that’ll take points from our house, but i cannot allow drugs use inside this castle’s walls… if you want to do it, just go outside near the lake where prefects and professors won’t be around.”  he spoke, watching as the three boys were taken to the headmaster.  “just think about it. i sent them in for misbehave, which will take about 5 points from us if they don’t screw it up. had another prefect from another house found them, it would be at least 50 plus expelling.”

[silvertonguedheartxox]

“Perhaps you’re right. I hadn’t pegged you as someone to care.” That honestly surprised her, “there are plenty of places around the grounds to smoke.” Cristemia knew that all too well. “As for drugs, I think alcohol is a far better fix. Especially amongst friends,” she quirked up an eyebrow. “I think the other perfect would have been too excessive. Better a detention and some extra, I suppose. There are far more better things to do in our extra time. I joined duelling club for a reason.”

[gisellexbulstrode]

silvertonguedheartxox:

“You’re either being serious or you’ve got your head. Which is it?”

Originally posted by no-se-lo-digas-a-nadie

Giselle heard a voice and she turned to look, eyes wide and innocent as always. The words were quite hostile and she wondered if they were actually aimed at her or someone around them. “Oh I’m- I’m sorry, were you speaking to me?” 

[silvertonguedheartxox]

Cristemia’s expression sobered. “Strange how people look alike from behind. I thought you were the one my brother was with earlier. I don’t want anyone to make a mistake of being around him.”

[rxbxstxn]

silvertonguedheartxox:

Originally posted by rapidhearts

Cristemia wore a plain expression as she held up a book. “I’m just returning this to you - Slughorn said you left it behind in Potions.” The professor insisted that it was important and the blonde complied. Not that she was eager to run about for the teachers but it meant respect, she supposed.

Rabastan took in a breath as he saw who it was that had come closer to him, and he took the book out of her hand. “Apologies Cristemia. I am in no mood today to entertain people but thank you for returning my book.”

[silvertonguedheartxox]

“It’s fine,” she replied keeping her expression neutral. “You ought to relax and let someone else do the entertaining for a change. Do not let the stress get to you.” She couldn’t really understand what he was going through but she could help if he asked.

[silvertonguedheartxox]

goodwinsn:

Detention was no stranger to Goodwin, and by his sixth year, he hardly batted an eye at the constant slew of it the professors so loved to hand out to him. If anything, it was somewhere, if given a task, he’d have absolutely no reason to do any schoolwork whatsoever. This was not to say he would’ve done any either way, though.

This detention was slightly different, though, as he was accompanied unfortunately by Cristemia. Their families seemed constantly to be at it, and he couldn’t count how often his mother had reminded him, “Goodwin, dear, if you ever come near a Silverheart, turn your head and don’t look back.” He’d never been one to turn his head, and especially not one to never look back, which is what had caused the feud between the two in the first place, besides their families’ arguments.

Ah, how many times he’d cleaned this very cupboard! What a fond memory. He could get this done relatively quickly, if he so desired, but Cristemia was involved, and it seemed she’d very much like to leave. So, he’d drag this on as long as he pleased.

“Like crystal,” he said, smiling sweetly, “Anything for you, Crissy. Though, I warn you, I tend to whistle while I work. Surely you wouldn’t mind some song and dance?”

Cristemia wasn’t sure why Goodwin irritated her the way he did. He just had this affect on her that was hard to explain. Case in point: the way he used her nickname. It made her cringe and it wasn’t like she could control it. It was something that came so naturally to her that it was hard to shake off.

“I’m not sure that ought to do,” she muttered softly, turning away from him. She needed to in order prevent herself from hexing him. The blonde honestly didn’t want another detention - she had a clean record for most of the year and now it had a mark on it. That disappointed. “Also, don’t call me that! You have no right,” she snapped, aggressively throwing a glare over her shoulder.

Cristemia breathed heavily as she turned back to the task at hand. She was going to be careful with these bottles and vials. That was how much respect she held for her head of house. It was probably why she basically allowed him to collect for his precious club. If it weren’t for her father’s urging, however, she would have probably avoided the club.

The blonde heaved out, trying her hardest to ignore him. If he whistled, her patience would go over than what was necessary. This was why she couldn’t stand Goodwin.

[goodwinsn-blog]

Perhaps, if he played his cards right, this could be more interesting than he previously thought. His father always used to say that, among all his useless skills, annoying people was one of the few things at which Goodwin was truly distinguished.

“Aw, come on, party pooper! I’ve got a fantastic voice,” he said. “You’d be shocked. Since we’re such good friends, though, I’ll try to keep the humming to a minimum. Scout’s honor!” He would, in fact, be doing just the opposite.

“Sorry, what would put me far enough into your good graces that I would be granted the honor of calling you Crissy?” he said, mocking sadness. “Oops! There I go, saying it again. Sorry.”

He began to pace the room, picking up things here and there and pretending to check for dust along the walls. Quietly at first, he started whistling a small tune, and slowly increased his volume.

[silvertonguedheartxox]

Despite her upbringing into a quiet young witch, there were times where she was challenged. This was why she loathed Goodwin. There was nothing good about winding someone else up. It was as if he lacked a filter between badly mannered and good behaviour. The shame was that Cristemia couldn’t put him in his place. She had promised not to do that and keep within the professors’ good graces. She was so close to failing that goal.

“Trust me when I say I am no party pooper - you just lack the appropriate entertainment I seek.” Her words came out quicker than she anticipated but she kept her composure. “No vocal performances will do,” she added with a smirk. Perhaps she could try to toy with him also? “Since you lack the tools to pleasure me, I think it would be beneficial for us to work in complete silence.” The blonde could be bitchy when she wanted to be and this just proved it.

“As I said, there are many criteria’s to fill before I grant such a privilege. You could start by being less annoying. I know that’s too much to ask though.” The sarcasm was thick in her tone as if she was used to it. In all fairness, she wasn’t. It was just the affect he had on her. “I mean, you couldn’t handle being in my good graces anyway. So why bother?”

Cristemia tried to focus on the cleaning when she heard him. Her lips twitched as he seemed to get louder with each passing beat. Heavy breathes left her lips as she tried to concentrate on the task at hand. However, it wasn’t long until it became too much. The blonde quickly turned, knocking into the shelf behind her. “Will you detes-“

She had knocked the shelf harder than she wanted to. Her eyes widened as something hit her shoulder and shattered. Cristemia allowed a small squeak leave her lips as the sharpness found its way into her flesh.

[alexander-nott]

There was an aura to Alexander. One that hung in the air, it felt like walking into an unknown void whilst suffocating in its thickness. He peered from across the hall. Uncrossing his arms and walking towards the person. “You keep staring. What is it you want?” he sneered. 

[silvertonguedheartxox]

“I think you ought to drop the mistrust, first of all.” She began, confidence high in her tone. Then, as if realising, her expression fell, and she shook her head. “Wait, that came out wrong. Sorry,” she peered passed him, looking even more nervous. “I’m trying to avoid my brother, if you must know.”

[silvertonguedheartxox]

“You’re either being serious or you’ve got your head. Which is it?”

[rxbxstxn]

“I suggest that you leave me alone.” Rabastan’s words were curt as the person came towards him, not caring who it was, or why they were coming to talk to him.

[silvertonguedheartxox]

Cristemia wore a plain expression as she held up a book. “I’m just returning this to you - Slughorn said you left it behind in Potions.” The professor insisted that it was important and the blonde complied. Not that she was eager to run about for the teachers but it meant respect, she supposed.

[silvertonguedheartxox]

goodwinsn:

Detention was no stranger to Goodwin, and by his sixth year, he hardly batted an eye at the constant slew of it the professors so loved to hand out to him. If anything, it was somewhere, if given a task, he’d have absolutely no reason to do any schoolwork whatsoever. This was not to say he would’ve done any either way, though.

This detention was slightly different, though, as he was accompanied unfortunately by Cristemia. Their families seemed constantly to be at it, and he couldn’t count how often his mother had reminded him, “Goodwin, dear, if you ever come near a Silverheart, turn your head and don’t look back.” He’d never been one to turn his head, and especially not one to never look back, which is what had caused the feud between the two in the first place, besides their families’ arguments.

Ah, how many times he’d cleaned this very cupboard! What a fond memory. He could get this done relatively quickly, if he so desired, but Cristemia was involved, and it seemed she’d very much like to leave. So, he’d drag this on as long as he pleased.

“Like crystal,” he said, smiling sweetly, “Anything for you, Crissy. Though, I warn you, I tend to whistle while I work. Surely you wouldn’t mind some song and dance?”

Cristemia wasn’t sure why Goodwin irritated her the way he did. He just had this affect on her that was hard to explain. Case in point: the way he used her nickname. It made her cringe and it wasn’t like she could control it. It was something that came so naturally to her that it was hard to shake off.

“I’m not sure that ought to do,” she muttered softly, turning away from him. She needed to in order prevent herself from hexing him. The blonde honestly didn’t want another detention - she had a clean record for most of the year and now it had a mark on it. That disappointed. “Also, don’t call me that! You have no right,” she snapped, aggressively throwing a glare over her shoulder.

Cristemia breathed heavily as she turned back to the task at hand. She was going to be careful with these bottles and vials. That was how much respect she held for her head of house. It was probably why she basically allowed him to collect for his precious club. If it weren’t for her father’s urging, however, she would have probably avoided the club.

The blonde heaved out, trying her hardest to ignore him. If he whistled, her patience would go over than what was necessary. This was why she couldn’t stand Goodwin.

[slytherin-sarcasm]

“I don’t think before I speak. I like being just as surprised as everyone else about what comes out of my mouth.”

-Slytherin

[silvertonguedheartxox]

zara-croix:

Distance of True Friends - Zara Crois & Cristemia Silverheart

Zara heard a thump when she turned to see her blonde friend fall. She stifled a laugh standing up and hustling to help her up. “Did you trip over a branch?” She asked reaching a hand out to her. 

“I’m telling you… people should really be more cautious at the Ravenclaw Common room. It was so easy to sneak out.” she rolled her eyes. 

Cristemia muttered an embarrassed thanks as she got back onto her feet. “It would appear so,” she muttered softly, dusting herself off. “I think the Gamekeeper needs a few extra pairs of hands.” Not that she was offering. This kind of heavy labour wasn’t for her and that was how she liked it.

“Is that so?” She quirked up an amused eyebrow at her friend’s declaration. “I usually have to offer the Slytherin Prefects something to let me out.” They now did it regardless and the blonde was going to leave it at that.

[zara-croix-deactivated20190717]

There was a tinny giggle that slipped as Cristemia stood up. It wasn’t a giggle meant to hurt her pride but it was funny and it couldn’t be helped. “I think so too, though I’m not sure anyone would be willing to lug branches around for fun.” Zara shrugged and raised an eye brow as Cristemia response to Slytherin prefects “Well…do you SLYTHERIN their pants.” she held her belly and laughed whole heartedly. 

[silvertonguedheartxox]

“One needs to earn their keep,” the blonde nodded. Hagrid was such a hard worker that she couldn’t fault him. It was somewhat endearing. A laugh escaped Cristemia’s lips at her friend’s pun. “That is a great way of putting it - I am sure that is how one would describe it.”

[slytherins-smallest-seeker]

“You are a man after my own heart,” she nodded at such a comment. “For the record, I plan to bend my knee to no one. Being a follower does sound rather dull. I could always make others doing my own bidding,” she smirked. “Ah, but I am mostly reading the Insider and the interesting drivel they’ve written.”

His face scrunched up a bit, “Gross.“ It was more a gut reaction than actual disdain. “Easy enough. Just become a death eater.“ He raised an eyebrow. “Oh the rumor mill. Also garbage, but less obvious.“

[silvertonguedheartxox]

“Can people not take that in a platonic light?” She quirked up an amused eyebrow. The blonde didn’t think she could see Regulus in such a way - it would be weird considering they met a few years prior. “Ah, that is a very tempting offer.” Cristemia was part the way there anyway. Not many people knew that though due to the slight softness in her heart too. “Garbage apparently sells. Just be glad neither of us are the subject of such drivel.”

[silvertonguedheartxox]

Detention. A word that often made Cristemia, purely because she rarely garnered such punishment. Punishment always led to even more punishment in her household. Her father had always invoked the “be mean in return” quote for her life at school. There was a time and place for more acts of violence. A philiosophy that was difficult in practice. This was more so apparent when faced with one whom you held a certain distain for.

Goodwin Macmillan. A thron in her side since the very first time they laid eyes upon one another. Her father’s warnings still burned into her soul. “Avoid the Macmillan twins at any cost. They come from a family that is... poisonous.” That was easier said than done. Cristemia had the suspicion that her father didn’t know how cruel and bad humoured the professors could be. Especially Dumbledore.

This was why she found herself standing outside of a Potions store cupboard, her patience was wearing thin. The looks on Professors Slughorn and Flitwick’s faces told her everything she needed to know. Clean out the cupboard using no magic. Forced manuel labour. The world had a cruel way of laughing at her. In her left prolifrolo, she saw the silloeutte of Goodwin Macmillan. It made her nostrils flare. She wanted to hex him once more, show him who was far more superior. But she could not. Not in front of her head of house. He had the power of writing to her father about such behaviours.

“Let’s just get this over with,” she muttered quickly as she rolled up her sleeves. The blonde waited until the professors were out of earshot to add, “Just keep the opposite side of this room, are we clear?”

@goodwinsn

[xenogood]

Xeno laughed “They don’t mean to offend you my dear!” he fell silent as if listening to the creatures “They said its the fire in your blood.” he took another moment “What do you mean she’s upset? At me? Well I didn’t do anything.”

He looked at her with a worried expression “Say are you upset with me?”

[silvertonguedheartxox]

“Fire in my blood?” Cristemia quirked up an eyebrow, feeling more embarrassed than upset. It seemed that he was talking to some unknown creature that she had yet to see. Her embarrassed seemed to morph into that of confusion. “I... I am not upset... Well, I kind of am but not at you. Don’t worry.”