─ one track mind ─

slytheringloria:

“Yeah, whatever. What are you going to do to make it up to me, huh?”

[Jeez, this girl really was pathetic. It seemed like it would be no problem to get her to bend to her will, though. That was what weak-willed people were good for, she supposed. Stepping stones. Pawns. You got the idea. Now, what could she use this girl for…? Gloria couldn’t think of any Gryffindor’s whose possessions she needed sabotaged, and even if she sported a prefect badge, the witch assumed she didn’t have much influence anyways. Who would bend to the will of some stuttering girl? Ha, she didn’t even have to think to answer that. No one, of course.

Gloria eyed the potions book in her hands, her brow furrowed as she thought. An eyebrow raised, she further pestered the older witch.]

“You any good at potions?”

“I-I guess…?” Alicordia squeaked, gripping her potions book a little tighter. It wasn’t as if she didn’t know the theory behind potions; she was very well-versed in exactly what each ingredient was capable of doing. It was more the application that she fell behind with. Often lost in her daydreams, she would add the wrong ingredient, or prepare it the wrong way… But if she wasn’t in the classroom, it wouldn’t be a problem, right?

“Do you… N-need help…?”

─ one track mind ─

slytheringloria:

“Well, y-yeah. You should be! Can’t you watch where you’re going?,” [Gloria snapped.

As she had listened to the other girl go on, she had mentally rolled her eyes— Seriously, wasn’t Gryffindor supposed to be the house of the brave-hearted, or whatever? This girl was just pathetic. She had to admit, she’d expected a different reaction. An apology had caught her off guard, and the witch had actually stuttered while trying to come up with a snappy reply. Gloria usually didn’t bother with people who seemed to be falling apart on their own, anyways. Feeling pity for things like them wasn’t something she wanted to risk, so she usually avoided ‘weeding out the weenies’. It was slightly more entertaining when people put up a bit of a fight, even if it was just sarcastic banter. 

This would just be dull—- Wait. Had she heard a “forgive me”? She could use that.]

“What makes you think I’ll forgive you, Gryffinbore?”

Oh? She thought that the witch had gone after she had succeeded in sending the shorter Alicordia flying. She paused with her potions book in hand, turning to face the slytherin again. Honestly, she just wanted to avoid conflict, but it didn’t seem as if that would be the case with this particular situation. 

“Please, I… I didn’t mean it…” 

Gee, real intelligent response! She couldn’t help it, though. The presence of this younger girl cowed her to a point at which she could only squeak her apologizes. There was no real way of quietly escaping like she normally would. 

Alicordia usually was even more elusive than the ghosts of the castle; she slipped out of all social situations in which friends or enemies could be made, for the most part not retaining any ties to people as a whole. Plants were so much easier to get along with. They were simple. They didn’t ensnare you with words, or fix you with mean looks… Plants were easy to get along with, which is why Alicordia preferred them so. Ever since she was little.

─ one track mind ─

slytheringloria:

[Gloria sighed, but it went unnoticed in the great bustle that the Great Hall was commonly in. It was early morning, and she and a few dozen halfwits were enjoying breakfast before the late morning crowd came. As she lazily shoveled another spoonful of cereal into her mouth, she observed the people around her. She of course, sat alone, as the Slytherin table wasn’t nearly as crowded as usual this early in the morning. It wasn’t something that held her interest for long, however. Everything seemed to be exceptionally boring and dull at the moment! She let out another deep sigh before she dropped her spoon into the cereal, suddenly uninterested.

The Slytherin hauled herself off the bench and made excrutiatingly slow steps towards the grand doors of the Great Hall. As she nudged one open, she shuffled forwards only to stop as her shoes scuffed the footwear of someone else. Gloria’s eyes flickered upwards as she registered the witch standing in front of her. Gryffindor? Eugh. A scowl plastered itself on her face as she shouldered her way past the other witch, not forgetting to jab her elbow into the Gryffindors back hard enough to push her forward and possibly fall.]

“Jeez, wake up already, Gryffinsnore”.

Oh, how she hated waking up in the mornings, sometimes. She felt all groggy and even less confident about herself than usual! Alicordia knew she shouldn’t have snuck out to the greenhouses last night, but she simply couldn’t resist! She recalled how the gorgeous petals opened their delicate faces to the moonlight, and how the leaves softly rustled as their stems slowly snaked about or fluttered. Oh, it was always a pleasant scene…

Lost in her thoughts though, she wandered into the path of a rather mean-looking Slytherin. That scowl was so menacing that the short Alicordia seemed to shrink even further, an embarrassed blush flitting over her cheeks as she dropped her eyes.

“I-I’m sorry… Please, f-forgive me,” was the stuttering utterance that escaped her lips. She thought that perhaps she could slip past the Slytherin, but as soon as she moved, the sixth-year was one step ahead of her. A sharp elbow-jab to the back sent her sprawling forwards, a shocked little cry upon her lips. T-that hurt! Her books were sprawled all over, and tears started to form in the corners of her eyes. Maybe she deserved that! Daydreaming so carelessly. 

“I’m sorry…”