"Like I'm going to make a 'deal with the devil'." You scoffed, crossing your arms at the giant red and black-dressed skeleton blocking your way. He laughed uproariously, making you flinch as he guffaws bounced off the walls and into the street.
"aw 'cmon doll, gimme some credit." he wiped a faux tear. "i'm no devil. sure people might call me a demon... but if ya promise to be good fer me, i can be as sweet as an angel."
His voice dripped like caramel, sickeningly sweet that made you recoil.
"Either way, I'm not interested, so if I could just..." you tried to wave him off, trying to put a brave face on, but he just slid to your side and looped an arm over your shoulder.
You shuddered at the contact, looking up at those dangerous red pinpricks.
"ey, why're ya so nervous? i'm a gentleman. it's not like i can actually steal yer soul or somethin'."
The monster looked surprised when you gave him your best 'unamused' expression, but he only laughed some more.
"doll, yer not even sayin' anything but yer rockin' my world. tell ya what," he reached over to your cheek and gave you a little pinch, which you replied to with an embarrassingly loud yelp. "i won't bother ya too much tonight if ya let me see ya again?"
You press your lips nervously and remove the heavy arm from your shoulder. "No... I don't... I don't want to make any 'deals' with you Mr, and I'll make sure I won't come across you again."
At that, the monster responded with a low chuckle, his voice different from the humorous tone he used earlier. "oh don't ya worry sweetheart. i'll be sure ta find ya anyway."
You whip around to tell him off, but by the time you did, he was gone.
this is literally so long like -- if you want to read you can but i'll be updating her pages with it.
ON HER DADDY
---- She loves him she really does. He's a single parent, and the only person who raised her. Her mother abandoned her, after all. Growing up she always ran to him, looked up to him in the way that all kids look up to their parents -- and she could NEVER really hate him. Somehow he managed to juggle work, his grandmother, and a rambunctious young kid at the age of twenty. For that she adores him --- at least until she's twelve.
The second she hits twelve things go south -- he stops paying attention to her. She needs attention -- at least his. Letters stop and Cassandra, now at school, starts to feel distant and removed from her father. With no other parental figure she can turn to, because she's NOT going to the Malfoys or the Notts, Cass starts to study more, and try and raise herself.
At thirteen she's much more independent, practically raising herself with her teachers and friends. The thing is, she still loves her dad and she doesn't understand what happened. Why things changed. Her manner towards her father becomes much more secretive, and she's flippant when she's approached. Friends become the center of her universe -- her school system becomes her support.
It's childlike, the way that she gets so pissed she removes herself from his vicinity as a punishment. He no longer gets letters, and if he does they're written like its a business transaction. ( But this is a TWO WAY THING -- he's not paying her the attention she so desperately needs ) This is what drives part of her fifteen-sixteen year old rebellion -- attention seeking. ( pair it with a broken heart and you've got one fucked up teenage girl ).
This is the way it is until she hits about seventeen and that's why she realizes she needs her Dad a bit more -- she's just waiting for him to make the first move. After all -- PRIDE is a big Zabini thing and she's got too much to admit that she needs her dad.
ON HER EMOTIONS
---- Who needs them? Cass grew up sans mother -- and with two other boys. For the first ten years of her life, Cassandra only cried when she was hurt -- and even then she tried desperately not to. She quickly learned the crying was a sign of weakness -- and she didn't want to be weak.
This continued into later life -- the desperate need to NEVER be weak ( not that she viewed herself as strong ) fueled most of her actions. Observant and limited to her friend group growing up, the Zabini understands that being STRONG comes from knowing her opponent, and she sits back and starts to watch the people around her.
The strategy only gets her so far, because girls will be girls and boys will be boys, and eventually Cassandra falls for Jacob Corner -- Micheal Corner's kid. She's just turned fifteen, and the love affair continues through the summer, until October of fifth year, when she finds him with the Hufflepuff girl. The irony about the situation is that Casi refused to sleep with him -- and he was getting it somewhere else.
Again the urge to cry welled up in her, and like she did as a child she pushed it down. This was when she learned that emotions make her weak -- and she refuses to be weak. Always has. Sex was brought to her attention too -- another weapon she has to find out how to coin. This is another factor in her rebellious phase.
Once Cass understands that her sexuality is ONLY hers when she takes charge of it and uses it how she will, she becomes a stronger, more independent woman. There are people who bad mouth her, and there will always be people who bad mouth her, but she's just happy that nobody considers her weak.
All of this being said, Cassandra DOES show her emotions to those who she's closest to. Any of her pureblood friends are privvy to the inner workings of her mind -- as well as a select few ( like Frank Longbottom ) who she's become friends with over the course of a few years.
Relationships are basically out of the question at this point. Only a few people can really get to her, convince her that loving someone isn't a weakness -- good luck with it though. Her walls aren't exactly easy to get over or through -- not impossible, but not easy.
I want you to know I don’t love you anymore
And I want you to know I don’t need you anymore
And I’m beating my fists like a child
-
Someone provide me a thumb
Mine’s grown pruney and I tire of the texture -
My fists are hard and calloused and
I’ve worn smooth parts
Into the floor
I want you to know I’ll survive without you
I want you to know I will rid myself of you and
Someone
Fetch a rag and a stick
Fashion me a tourniquet
And
Would you mind
Putting that thing
On some ice?
