The Dark King

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"And what is your type, then?" Clio kept her gaze towards the front of the class, though her attention was elsewhere. Though she wouldn’t dare admit it aloud, there was an answer she hoped to hear. One that might keep her from a night of spiraling downwards in the kitchens.

Well...I think I'm looking at her.*Titus allowed his piercing blue eyes to trail the length of her figure, subconsciously chewing on his lower lip.* I usually go for blondes, nice eyes, etc. And I would prefer that they would have some level of intelligence, ya know? It's not really fun shagging a sack of flour. *He shrugged* And what about you, love?

#only do these two!#i promise

What's the deal with you and Curay?

We’re mates, really. Why…is this a hopeful lover waiting to get a chance inside her panties? Goodluck, bud.

#asks

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"Probably shag Goyle, Estelle if you were desperate enough." She didn’t like the demeaning pat but she supposed it was better than nothing. It was certainly preferable than his silence. She’s endured enough of that for a lifetime. "You’re a smart boy, Titus. Figure it out." With that, Clio gave the boy a tap tap on the chest and slowly twisted her way out of his arms, sure to press against him teasingly as she did before turning back towards the front.

#convo #clio #he looks like a little kid in this gif!

Clio, I rather shag a flobberworm than either of those two. Goyle might be pretty tolerable most of the time, but unfortunately for him, he's just not my type. *Titus quietly groaned as the blonde teased him once more. She was well known for that and it was probably one of the reasons why he was attracted to her. She made it difficult for him, unlike the other pathetic shags he usually encounters, and he certainly liked a challenge.* Oh believe me, I will. One way or another.

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"Why can’t you just send Goyle to distract her? He’s the low man on the totem pole, isn’t that what he’s used for?" Clio continued to pout. While there was no denying the connection she held with Titus, she still found herself questioning where it was they stood. Words could be faked. Her father had talked enough to teach her that lesson. "Tempting. Though it’d be better to wait until later when we’re not in the middle of a lesson. Besides," her finger trailed gently down from the top button of his collar, “I’m not quite sure if you’ve earned it.”

Hm, he would probably work. At least she would have someone to actually complain to. And maybe, just maybe, she'll grow tired of being ignored and find Goyle to shag instead. What would I do without you? *He flashed her a mocking grin and gently patted her back as if he was rewarding a child.* Oh really? Did you really just say that? *He flicked his tongue out over his bottom lip* And what exactly would I have to do to earn it?

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"The only thing Estelle likes is attention and taking it away from me. I prefer the sounds of her whining than her winning." Clio raised to stand a little taller on her toes, bringing her lips closer to him. Unfazed by the closing gap between them, familiarity in the embrace, she kept her eyes locked with his, her voice unfaltering. “And you aren’t giving me enough credit. Titus, I think we both are well aware that I know how to handle large matters. Or have you forgotten already?”

Exactly my point. Keep your friends close and your enemies closer. That way, you’ll be able to have an eye on her and keep her beneath you. Plus, you can keep her off of my back and out of my bed, which she too often tries to achieve. *He smiled down at the smaller blonde, enjoying the familiar feel on her warm breath on his face. As she neared him, Titus kept his eyes trained on hers knowing very well that she would try to smooth talk her way into this.* I’m not sure what you’re hinting at, Clio. *He smirked* Would you care to remind me?

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Clio whimpered softly, not one for having things not go her way. Patience was never one of her virtues. “If I help you tie up a few more candidates will you promise me I’ll get to join next round. It’s dreadfully boring sitting on the sidelines. I’m so sick of hearing Estelle drone on about her oh-so-tragic-woe-is-me life.” Turning her body towards him, the blonde gently laid her hand upon his shoulder and allowed herself to curve into his side. “Save me?”

Hm. I might consider it. *He smirked at the mention of the chatty little red-head* But at the same time, I think you're much more apt for dealing with whiny women than I am. The girl has a liking towards you. *Titus gently laid a warm hand against Clio's lower back as her body turned to his. He leaned down slightly to whisper against her blonde hair* Clio, you will always be my right-hand. You know that. But right now, things are about to get dangerous. These aren't the simple tasks and comings that we're used to.

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"Better if we just get rid of them." Clio quickly turned her head towards Titus and allowed her lips to curve downward into a pout. This time when she spoke her voice softened. Daring as she was she knew some words needed to be more secretive than others. ”What is the next step exactly? And when? I’m beginning to grow impatient.”

*Staring off in the distance- lost in thought- Titus took his time before answering Clio's sudden inquiries* Patience, love. Our task was given to me by the leaders just last week...*He trailed off, biting the inside of his lip before turning to the blonde beside him* But first, we need numbers. We don't have enough bodies to create a secure holding within the castle. That, is our next move.

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"By different you mean better," she corrected, not daring to lower her voice, unashamed by her beliefs. A wide-eyed Hufflepuff perched close by raised her head to glare but Clio only pressed forward, locking her eyes as she refused to back down. “It’ll be so much easier to concentrate once we’re rid of this filth.”

#convo #clio #fight fight fight fight fight

*Titus glanced between Clio and the young Hufflepuff sitting nearby. Out of all his usual mates at Hogwarts, Clio was one of the few witches that would so openly voice her opinions in front of a disagreeing crowd. He wouldn't be surprised if she hexxed the 'Puff herself. There mere thought of it brought a smirk to his lips. He pressed on.* And I agree. But Longbottom sure isn't going to do a thing about it, neither will the rest of the staff. I guess that leaves it up to us to constantly put them in their place.

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"I don’t know about you but I could certainly do without the bugs. Sadly they’re not even the worst pests we have to deal with." Clio’s eyes narrowed on the heads of her classmates. Muggleborns.