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[Thadeus Legion Tarquin VII]

Utterly nothing. Was all Thadeus could think of right now, having finished all of his homework, having practised his wand-skills, having essentially realised he had nothing better to do right now other than either socialise or go for a walk, a walk seemed much more appealing than having to talk to some of his house-mates, who seemed to find him evermore ridiculous everytime he opened his mouth to speak to them. He didn't like them, they certainly and obviously didn't like him, because he was better than they were. A pang of something hit his stomach and he frowned. He was lonely. No he wasn't, loneliness had never factored into his life before and it wouldn't factor into it now. Dressed in his usual 'casual' manner a suit, a tie, freshly pressed of course, a white shirt made from some fine cloth and polished shoes. He always polished his shoes. His mother had made him do it everytime he went out after he came home, even though she got servants to clean her shoes. That didn't seem fair now that Thadeus thought about it. But his parents did only what they thought was right, Thadeus couldn't fault logic.

Learning hard-work was important for someone of incredible wealth and means, it meant they understood what it was to not be able to afford basic things, food, water, good clothes, a nice house, servants. Thadeus had never been waited on, but his house-mates seemed to think he had, his class-mates did as well. He even felt that the teachers wanted something from him as if he had done something wrong by being of a higher class than all of them. It wasn't his fault. He adjusted his tie under the heat of the autumn sun, it was warm, some of the students were sat in the grounds in t-shirts, shorts, clothes he had never worn, or even seen on anyone of his standing in society. It felt odd. He was odd. He walked past someone and he felt their eyes on his back, digging into him like so many accusing daggers. As if he was wrong, what had he done? he scowled, he didn't like being stared at and turned his head slightly to catch the eye of the person who rapidly looked down, it was one of the boy's from his charms class. Thadeus was good at charms, he was good at everything, all he did was study and practise and study and practise. He didn't have friends. Friends were useless, girlfriends particularly.

Thadeus, cold, bright blue eyes fixed on the boy's face, "I do not care for your accusing gaze, kindly remove it from my person or expect to be dueled." Duels weren't allowed. He didn't care, nobody respected him, why should he respect anything else? The boy from his class looked away and Thadeus turned on his heel and returned to his militarily precise march, his shoe clad feet making soft thuds as he walked down the paved road that ran through a courtyard. Nobody talked to him, he didn't care, they all just went quiet and laughed when they thought he couldn't hear them, they'd all stop laughing when he was saving them or helping them. Like his Uncle Roger, he blinked and exhaled sharply when he felt a streak of hot, white pain in his left temple, a product of that damnable lighting strike. He'd left the potion in his room, something that the kindly matron had made for him. At home of course, he wasn't about to be tended too by some bumbling woman who looked more likely to forget his existence than to heal him. But oh how he wished that he could be free of these nonsense headaches. Everything had been tried before, spells, charms, potions, poultices, everything. He scowled as another shot of that painful electricity hit his brain.

He almost roared at the third jolt of white, hot pain, like something small and sharp being jabbed into his brain then rolled around slightly before slowly being withdrawn. WHY DID IT HURT SO MUCH. But he maintained his cool, running pale fingers through slicked black hair, enough slick to keep it in place but not enough to make him appear too overly affluent. his fingers felt old against his head. He sighed contentedly and sat down on a bnech. Alone. Of course he was alone. Nobody so much as greeted him anymore "Of course one does not need company, to enjoy such a beautiful horizon," he spoke quietly to himself. Apparently talking to one's self was a sign of insanity. Who else was he going to speak to though?

[Kathryn "Kit" Travers]

The only thing Miss Kit Traverse didn't like about being a prefect? This robe she had to wear over her nice clothes. Most of the time, she had to wear it over her school uniform, which she didn't mind too much. But on a Saturday, on the days when they didn't have to wear their school uniforms, Kit had all the clothes in the world she could ever want. And today, she was wearing her Kite & Butterfly moss fringed silk velvet kaftan. Kit loved her clothes. It was one of the things she valued most in this world. Clothes and jewelry. Besides, what was it her father always used to tell her? “It's the clothes that make the man, Sweet Pea.” Alright, so she didn't always like him calling her Sweet Pea, but it was a nickname he called her that wasn't as common as what other daddies called their daughters. Yes, he called her Angel and Princess and names like that, but Sweet Pea tended to be her favorite, and even if she didn't like the name, she liked that he had a name that was just for her.

It was just a short hour before dinner time, and Kit didn't want to be cooped up in the Slytherin common room any longer. She'd done enough studying for the weekend. She was going to go out and have a little fun before having to turn into a pumpkin at the end of the night. She didn't like curfew. She never had. Even Daddy had placed a curfew on her, telling her it was for her own good, but she didn't like it. That's why during the summers, she'd always sneak out of her room at night and head out to spend time with her friends. The muggle world had so many different types of places for you to hang out. Where were you going to hang out in the wizarding world? Hogsmeade? No thank you. Give Kit a nice night club, where the music is loud enough to blow your eardrums and fake IDs are in abundance. It was the kind of life Kit knew she would have to leave behind once she ran Hogwarts, but you're only young once, right?

Kit headed out onto the grounds, giving her polite smile to those who walked by, greeting her. Everyone loved her, even those out of the Slytherin House. Gryffindors liked her, which was a lot for a Gryffindor to like a Slytherin. But it was just who she was. She had that radiating personality. Everyone wanted to be her friend. And if they didn't want to be her friend, if they were jealous of her, they still fawned all over her. It's what people did. It was what she was used to. Kit tossed her hair over her shoulder, winking at a group of Quidditch players, Slytherin of course. Of course, none of them would ever have a chance with her, but she liked watching the boys fizzle into pools at her feet as she walked by. Smirking to herself, she continued on her path. It was an aimless path, but at least she looked like she was important.

Catching site of Tad Tarquin, she smirked to herself. If there was one thing she liked about that boy, it was getting him all riled up. She knew he didn't like girls. Not that he was homosexual or anything, he just didn't like them. And Kit enjoyed torturing the poor boy. Of course, she'd always let him think he had the upper hand by the end of the conversation, that he'd somewhat wounded her pride, and she'd have to run off to her room to cry. It was rather fun to play with him, just as it was to play with any of the boys. She knew all their triggers, and that was most of the fun. Actually, learning their triggers was quite fun as well, but after she knew them, she could have as much fun with them as she liked.

“Tad, ol' pal,” she said, coming up along side him. “Enjoying the sunset, are we?” She looked out over it, leaning against the railing he was standing near and let the toe of her heel boot slide up the back of her thigh. “It is very beautiful, is it not?” Not that she could care less about what the sunset looked like, or whether or not he liked it or not, but he was the one staring out at it. She was just there to play around with him. Good sport before dinner.

Kit's Outfit, minus prefect robe

[Thadeus Legion Tarquin VII]

The source of Thadeus' pain slowly but steadily became more and more obvious as the sound of her footsteps echoed across the courtyard towards where the suited teenager was sat one elbow propped on his knee, the fingers of the hand massaging his temples as shots and jolts of pain rifled through them heedless of the inward curses and angry threats of retribution that would never be fulfilled. His eyes flicked upwards at the sound of the girl's arrogant, sauntering and altogether untoward walk towards him, he watched as the Slytherin quidditch team melted like candles under a powerful flame, watched a rather ugly looking Hufflepuff, stumble and walk into a pillar in an attempt to avert his eyes from her when she looked around and caught him staring at her perfect curves. Thadeus wasn't at all taken in by her charms, by the snake-like way she'd infiltrate people's minds, he didn't like that she was smiling at him, it certainly didn't make his head feel better, another jolt of pain and a hand went for his wand, he didn't want that girl coming anywhere near him and he was about to make it very clear.

Yet she was already sat down, her mouth bared in that customary, arrogant confident smile that seemed to dribble from every pore of her perfect face. He hated it, he hated this whole idea of how everyone fell about to do anything for her, how people bowed to her and asked how high when she said jump. Every word that slid out of that fork-tongued mouth, past her beautiful, plump lips past those perfect white teeth and out into the air to set and to flow into his ears like so much audible ecstasy. It warmed him and held him and kept him entranced, well part of him. He didn't particularly care for the Slytherin Prefect or any of her house-mates they were all rather arrogant, stuck-up, cunning and rather manipulative little snakes and he felt it well within his rights as a Raven to prey on the little snakes to make sure they never ever grew to be full blown vipers like this dismal excuse for a woman. She was hungry for prey and as he felt her brown eyes fix on him as she sat, he knew that she'd preyed on the wrong bird today. His retort was quick, witty and cold or so he thought so himself, "I see they don't feed you snakes enough mice down in that abysmal dungeon of yours," He didn't particularly care for manners, he knew why she preyed on him exclusively, because she thought he was scared of her, as if he was scared of anyone below his level of knowledge and understanding and she looked as if she'd never done an honest days study in her life.

That was why Thadeus stared forward, anywhere else but at her, because he wouldn't allow a single ounce of his rather huge amount of dignity he possessed (or thought he did) to be disrupted by being seen with this atrocious girl. "My name is Thadeus as you very well know Kathryn," She preferred Kit but he stressed her first name, it was quite a common name he almost sneered inwardly at it. "Though I can't disagree, One finds the sunset particularly amicable these days, perhaps it's the older man in me that seeks some sort of profound wisdom," he brushed a strand of hair back into place it had wormed it's way back down from the slicked back wonder that crowned the top of his head. He was tired of this girl already, but he knew that he couldn't just curse her away or threaten her with some sort of violent repercussion, she hadn't even touched him yet, something she seemed incredibly fond of doing. "So why am I forced yet again to breath the air you breath Kathryn? did you realise the only way you'll ever move up a class is by spending time around someone who is truly rich?" he did rather enjoy laughing at the girl's upper-class aspirations, sure the Travers family was rich, but they weren't the Tarquins, certainly not, the Travers had connections and boasted of their standing in the ministry. The Tarquins had no need for petty boasting or even pettier connections.

"I imagine it must get awfully lonely with the commoners, being one yourself of course I imagine you don't feel too out of place," he looked at her with a sweet, sarcastic and rather cruel smile, "Though any man or woman of common or noble birth can enjoy the sunset, it is quite an evener on the class scale wouldn't you say my dear?" he said his eyes moving back to the slowly setting sun, his fingers of his right hand away from her were rubbing his temple as his other slowly removed his wand from the inside pocket of his suit, the long oaken piece of wood vibrated seemingly from the manticore spike that was encased by the oak he was rather annoyed by the viper's presence and his wand could feel it, it wanted to strike out at her as it always did. Manticore spikes were renowned for their powerful nature as a core but their incredible willful nature. But Thadeus was strong enough to control his wands nature but he was regretting not telling the girl to leave. He knew she'd spend a good half hour if not more taunting, bothering and generally going out of her way to annoy him. He needed to make her leave. He stood and dusted something imaginary off his beautifully tailor made blazer and began walking, "It was a pleasure as usual to talk to you Kathryn, it widens one's mind to talk to those below his class." he said with that cruel smile once again

[Kathryn "Kit" Travers]

If he actually thought that she was going to stop calling him Tad, he was mistaken. It was a nickname. Everyone needs a nickname. Did he REALLY want to be called Thadeus by everyone around him all the time? I mean, a person had to loosen up sometime. Kit was attempting to be his friend here, well, as much as she was friends with anyone. Nicolette was the only one she really considered a friend, and she wouldn't bend over backwards to do anything for that bitch. But they were both bitches, and they both knew it. It's why they got along so well. Kit was sure that if it came right down for it, they might lift a manicured finger to help the other, but it's not like that was really going to happen, right? They wouldn't ever have to stick out their delicate necks for each other. It wouldn't happen.

She giggled slightly when he insinuated that she wasn't fit to breathe the same air as him. Well, it wasn't insinuation, he wasn't one to speak in metaphors. He was straightforward, and kind of boring if you asked Kit. For all she thought, she was sure that he wanted everyone to bend down and kiss the boy's boots. Like Kit would ever get down on her knees for any man. If they wanted that kind of treatment, they knew how to get it. She wasn't going to cater or pander to someone who wasn't going to treat her less than her father did. And she knew that her father wouldn't treat another woman, should he ever venture into another relationship – something that Kit was sure would never happen – no less than the way he treated her. She was his most prized possession, and they had quite a bit, of all different values, both magical and muggle, but she was what meant the most to him, as he was to her.

She couldn't believe that he was actually calling everyone else commoners. Could the sorting hat actually have made a mistake? No, she knew the answer to that one. He may have thought he was better than everyone, but if there was one thing she knew Tad didn't want, she knew he didn't want to be evil. She could sense it. And what did he assume of her then? That that's what she wanted? Well, that was neither here nor there. Yes, she wanted to dominate, but as for being evil, or a dark witch, that was negotiable.

And then she giggled when he tried to dismiss her, as if he were the king himself. Kit never left anywhere until she was good and ready to. She wasn't going to let anyone, especially a moody little boy tell her what to do. “Awww, Tad, sweetie, I'm only here to enjoy the sunset. You just happen to be here. Is it a crime to have company, even if I may not be the first choice for your companion at the given moment?” I leaned back, letting my head tilt back slightly, relaxing and enjoying the warmth of the setting fall sun. It wasn't that warm, but without any of the castle or trees to block it, it was warmer than the shaded areas. “Sit back. Relax. Enjoy yourself,” she suggested to him, her voice lulling and very languid. She knew exactly what she was doing, and she was enjoying every moment of it.

[Thadeus Legion Tarquin VII]

She infuriated every sense. Every part of him was burning and angry and vengeful. He turned on her his face betraying none of the seething feeling that swept against his chest like Charybdis. He could hardly refuse the poor girl's offer, better for someone with some sort of class like himself to sit there and perhaps tolerate her very being rather than some drooling seventh year to attempt the same and possibly end up with a rather broken heart and a much uglier personality. He sat again and didn't bother looking at her, eye contact was reserved for those he didn't feel contempt for. He spoke, his voice soft, calm and retaining that delicate hint of richness that seemed to permeate from his very being, "Kathryn, you would not be one's first choice for company if you and I were the last two living beings in existence. I'd rather talk to myself for all eternity," he wasn't lying, he could think right now of at least one person that he would rather ta- Oh wait, no there was literally no one he could think of who he'd rather talk to than Kathryn, but then there was no one he'd rather talk to at all, he'd feel much happier if he was simply left alone. But he had to struggle through with what he had been laboured with as all great minds had. Yet he imagined that not all great minds had to have their minds and personal space violated on a regular basis by a girl whom if she wasn't so very sweet to him, Thadeus imagined he'd have cursed her by now and probably made up some sort of lie for the headmistress to swallow. It wasn't that Thadeus had a sadistic streak in him, he just liked to have things planned for any eventuality.

Though he couldn't lie he would enjoy cursing the slytherin student who offended his eyes and his nose and his ears who's scent seemed to creep into his mouth onto his very taste buds, the girl seemed to enjoy taunting him, so he remained silent, unwanting and uneeding to give the girl more ammunition with which to bombard him with her childish words and her general bad attitude towards him that seemed to grow everytime he threatened her. He didn't like Kathryn, did she like him? Did he really care enough to even wonder, not particularly of course he had to spend some time with the common people, just as they he imagined wanted to rip off his expensive clothes and cover him mud as one of the older students had threatened him before Thadeus had cursed the pimpled boy into a month long unconsciousness. Of course that was all hushed up, his Father had taken care of that made sure that it was all in self-defense that Thadeus' wand had merely acted out of turn. Thadeus had been sternly reprimanded. He made sure if he was going to get back at someone he didn't like, he'd at least have the sense to make up some sort of convincing lie.

Of course he was already formulating something to rid himself of the Travers girl, something like Oh headmistress she was trying to cause me a problem, she always tries to seduce me and I say no but this time she got angry...He'd probably cry as well, not real tears. A pang of some sort of feeling coursed through his chest at that idea, was he really right by doing that? was potentially hurting someone really something his Uncle Roger would approve of? he could imagine the man's face now, serious, brooding, black curly hair then suddenly a smile as he saw Thadeus. The memory was so vivid, so perfect Thadeus almost reached out, he felt his expression soften. Then he was shaken from his reflective state by the girl adjusting slightly so she could look at him with those annoying eyes. She had ruined it. "Kathryn, one could not possibly enjoy himself if one was to remain in your company." .... it had been so real. So perfect. So easy. Thadeus swallowed pre-emptively knowing that if he didn't keep his calm, the girl would never let him forget how he'd cried in front of her. "Do you not have some other drooling imbecile to fall all over you, rather than waste your time on someone of breeding and class?" he said again his voice harsher this time, tinged with something malevolent. He wanted his Uncle Roger back. But he wasn't ever going to let her know that.

[Kathryn "Kit" Travers]

Kit was actually starting to get bored with the attitude Tad always had. As much fun as it was to torment him, it was equally annoying. One could not possibly enjoy himself, she ran over in her head. He could not possibly enjoy himself. She didn't know how anyone could not possibly enjoy themselves in her presence. She was perfect and she knew it. All the other boys drooled all over themselves while she was around. But poor Taddy boy was sooo scared of her, he used the only thing he had at his disposal to ward her off, his bad attitude. Yes, he could curse her, he could attack her with some clever spell, but unbeknownst to him, her daddy had given her a curse warding charm to protect herself from trigger-happy students. She knew there were those in this school who would do anything they could to dethrone her, even at the same time fawning over her every step, so she had to protect herself, and she was glad her daddy understood. Of course, he'd had to smuggle it from the Ministry, but there wasn't anything he wouldn't do for his sweet pea.

“Actually, my dear Tad,” she said, turning to face him. “I could have any number of boys drooling over me, but I choose to spend my time with you. And would you like to know why?” She crossed one leg over the other and leaned closer to him. “Because I know you won't fall for my charms. I'm not sure, but I think you might be...” Kit shook her head and turned back to enjoy the sunlight some more. “As for breeding and class, well, that's not even something I wish to touch with you, considering you think everyone is beneath your station, and even if they were Merlin himself, you wouldn't see him fit to lick your boots. So, you'll just have to dwell with and tolerate us bottom dwellers while you're here at Hogwarts, sweetie. Because we're not going anywhere. Of course, she had meant that to say that she wasn't going anywhere, but she was sure that he'd get the general gist of the matter. “Besides, this is the best place within the castle grounds to enjoy the sun. Not like I will be able to tan or anything, but it is very enjoyable. So if you don't like me being around me, maybe you could run off and play with your little friends...” She smirked, looking over at him. “Oh, that's right. I'm sorry. You don't have any.” She smiled, turning her head back toward the sun. “If you weren't so stuck on yourself, you'd realize that I'm trying to be your friend here, pal. You could use one. Especially one like me.”