Skidding On Brooms(Vanessa)

[Maeve Malfoy]

Maeve walked outside to the lake. It was very serene and quiet, and Maeve liked that. She couldn't believe what was happening. It was the fourth day after the Hogsmeade thing, third day after the breakfast thing, and she still hadn't figured out a plan to make things right again.

She sighed. It seemed she'd been doing a lot of that. Looking out to the lake, she stood with her shoes in the water, skipping rocks across the surface. She needed a way to think. And this was one of those ways.

[Vanessa Malfoy]

Vanessa stepped out into the bright and sunny day that awaited her. The birds were chirping, the bees were buzzing, the flowers were blooming.. Oh, gag me with a spoon. Nessa was never one for any of that touchy-feely crap, in fact, her emotions were usually dark or strangely sophisticated. She acted years beyond her age, like a well brought up aristocrat in a school full of children.

She brought her manicured hands down the pattern of her black skirt, stepping down the hill and towards the lake. She could have sworn she left a lipstick tube down there the night before. Then, something caught her eye. Or more, someone. "You're going to get dirt under your finger-nails," Vanessa commented, eyeing her black pumps for a moment or so. She'd sit on the grass, but Nessa was never one to live life. She grew up with a certain way of behavior, and sitting on some dirt and grass wasn't on her list of priorities.

[Maeve Malfoy]

Maeve chuckled as she was broght out of her thoughts by a certain voice. Looking at her fingernails, she nodded. "I do, don't I? Oh well." she looked up at Vanessa.

Staring at Vanessa for a second, she realised she wasn't going to sit down. Looking at the grass then back at Vanessa, she said, "Aren't you a witch? Do you have your wand?" Maeve pulled out her own wand and muttered an incantation that caused a blanket to appear. "People will start to wonder if I've gone to school longer than you."

[Vanessa Malfoy]

Vanessa raised her eyebrows, alarmed by the fact that Maeve wasn't as worried about her appearance as she was. Hell, Nessa obsessed over a single broken nail, but getting dirt in them.. She shivvered at the thought. "I really shouldn't stay for long," Nessa said, glancing down at the blanket beneath her. "And it wasn't so much for sitting on something, but in a skirt, I think I'll just stick with a chair," she muttered, rubbing her red lips together.

She summoned a pink velvet chair without the use of her wand. Wandless magic was something she had been working on for a short time now, but she could only do simple spells so far. Sitting down, Nessa placed one leg on top of the other. "Just asking, but.. How can you just..sit in dirt and not fuss about it?"

[Maeve Malfoy]

Maeve just laughed. "Honestly, Nessa, I don't care if I get a little dirty. It's part of life. I've played in mud, don't you remember when I was a third year and you were a fourth year?" she grinned at Nessa. "Anyway, I'm away from my parents, why should I care since they aren't here? My parents are ten times more astrocratic than yours, and look how I turned out! I have a damn betrothed, fo which I hate and he obsesses over me, to the point of transfering here!" she hit the ground. "I don't like being controlled, Nessa, you of all people, even over my cousins, should know that."

Maeve turned her attention to the lake. "Anyway, over the last few days, I've had my life complexed when I didn't want it. I like simple things, now, my life is so hard. Everything's changing to the point of which I never could think it would change. Bella and Diana are fighting over something, friends aren't talking...." Her eyes zoned out as she said the next part. "I think I'm in love with a Gryffindor, but I don't think I want to admit it, though I do at the same time." she shook her head.

"I'm messed up, Nessa. I'm royally screwed. I hate Joseph, my betrothed, and yet I love someone who's not of us. He's half, and a Gryffindor. Out of reach. I want to get what I want. I always do, with the exception of of getting Joseph killed, and if I don't get this Aiden Zyler.... I don't know what I'd do." she had tears in her eyes that she refused to let realise. Slytherins never cried. "So, there are much more important things than getting a bit dirty to worry about in my life right now."