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Post by Dahlia Alexander on Apr 25, 2013 13:22:41 GMT -5
No one seemed to notice one extra witch walking around, and that suited Dahlia just fine. Normally she enjoyed being the center of attention. She was gorgeous, she knew it, and she played it up rather than playing demure. Well, even when she did play demure, it was just a game.
She maybe technically wasn't supposed to be wandering through the school, but she wasn't banned from it or anything. She just didn't have permission. She didn't want a big fuss over this anyway. People had started refusing to work with her after that Emilian article, which was ridiculous, and her infamy had turned into a trial. She hadn't printed a single lie, just rearranged things a bit for a better story, and she might not even have done that if he hadn't offended her on the way out.
But that was neither here nor there. Here was a room with students in various states of study, some sitting with piles of parchment attempting to finish an assignment before class, some giving halfhearted attempts at studying, and a few lying with their heads on book bags like pillows taking naps. Dahlia wanted someone who looked like they'd talk rather than blowing her off. Someone who looked at her without that moment of recognition and distaste.
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Post by Saren Reed on Apr 25, 2013 13:52:23 GMT -5
Saren usually avoided the common room, but he actually had class today and, unfortunately, there was a break too short to go back home and too long to show up early for his next class. He sat with a book open in his lap, his feet propped on a heavy, low coffee table, and watched the crowd move. Naturally, his eyes caught on the little blonde and followed her steadily. She was pretty, he'd give her that, and even if she did notice him watching he didn't particularly care. In all honesty, she was likely used to it, anyway.
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Post by Dahlia Alexander on Apr 25, 2013 14:06:41 GMT -5
Dahlia didn't feel the watching at all, but she was scanning the room herself and eventually found the man with the high cheekbones and the slightly lecherous stare. Well, he didn't seem to have recognized her, and she'd dealt with worse. Emilian, for example.
She put that slimy git out of her mind with the ease of a wink and changed directions. Her ruby-red lips curved slightly. All she wanted was a little something for the magazine. If she got a little something extra, that was always a bonus.
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Post by Saren Reed on Apr 25, 2013 14:22:49 GMT -5
The woman walking toward him didn't make Saren avert his eyes. If anything, he took it as permission to continue his silent evaluation. He didn't change his posture other than to lift an arm and prop his elbow on the arm of the chair. He rested his head on his fist. He hadn't seen her around the school before, but that was no surprise.
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Post by Dahlia Alexander on Apr 25, 2013 14:33:43 GMT -5
Oh, a cocky one, Dahlia thought. Sometimes that could be fun, but this wasn't fun-cocky at all, it was sh~ don't stink cocky, and that she couldn't stand. That spark of appreciation for full lips and deep-set eyes died entirely. She'd just have to fake it if he wouldn't talk otherwise.
"Do you have a minute?" she asked. "I'm doing a survey on student life." Or an article that could get people to start taking her seriously again, but she didn't quibble with details like that.
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Post by Saren Reed on Apr 25, 2013 15:35:32 GMT -5
"Ask away, I was in the first class," Saren said. He closed the book in his lap. He knew the school pretty well because of that, even if he'd had to start taking classes part time so he could handle his shop while attending. She was a pretty thing for a reporter, he didn't mind talking to her for a little bit. "Can I ask what you're doing the survey for?"
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Post by Dahlia Alexander on Apr 25, 2013 16:03:22 GMT -5
"A magazine," Dahlia answered. He sounded American, but even if he'd never picked up a Daily Prophet he might still know the name Cauldron, and then it would be a short jump to her and her reputation. "This school is still relatively unknown. The article isn't intended as an advertisement; I'd like to know things you can't find out in a brochure."
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Post by Saren Reed on Apr 25, 2013 16:21:42 GMT -5
"Do you want to have a seat? Or, if you'd prefer, there are dirty little hallways they don't show in the brochures," Saren said, smiling. He'd seen the brochures, they were full of smiling kids in sweatshirts against a backdrop of the changing leaves of the surrounding forest. The school looked like that for approximately two weeks total out of the year.
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Post by Dahlia Alexander on Apr 25, 2013 16:57:58 GMT -5
Dahlia gave the offer a moment's quick contemplation before replying. "I'll take the dirty hallways," she said, "but keep your hands to yourself or I'll hex you so hard you'll be seeing stars for a week." She gave a sweet smile as though she'd just received a gift rather than made a threat. "Lead the way?"
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Post by Saren Reed on Apr 25, 2013 17:03:52 GMT -5
Saren eyed the woman for a moment before he nodded and stood. His book was slid into his bag, which was then slung over his shoulder to rest low against the back of one leg. "Yes ma'am," he said, winding his way out of the seating area he'd put himself in. "Just what parts of the school are you interested in?"
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Post by Dahlia Alexander on Apr 25, 2013 18:42:53 GMT -5
"Let's start with whatever you find interesting," Dahlia said. She wouldn't ask his name, not when it would just bring an expectation of a return, but maybe he was the type who didn't care. Maybe she was too, unless he suddenly became fascinating. "And don't call me ma'am, I'm not that old. Miss or Mademoiselle will work."
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Post by Saren Reed on Apr 25, 2013 18:52:15 GMT -5
Saren glanced over at her, an almost smirk pulling at his lips. "I'm a defense major, so naturally that's what I'm most interested in. Some of us have mock duels, just for practice," he said, sliding his fingers into his pockets. He wasn't quire sure the teachers were fully aware of how intense some of them got, but no one could learn if the stakes weren't upped every now and then.
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Post by Dahlia Alexander on Apr 25, 2013 19:08:09 GMT -5
"How sweet," Dahlia said. "Playing at duels in case the Dark Lord comes back?" He was gone. As gone as could possibly be imagined, and not coming back. And she was perfectly fine with that. Not that she'd gone boring in the past few years, but she was glad that part of her life was over and done with.
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Post by Saren Reed on Apr 25, 2013 19:12:21 GMT -5
Saren smiled and his eyes flashed as he looked at her again. "It's simply an academic exercise," he claimed. "This is a university, after all. We're very interested in expanding our knowledge and abilities. Besides, as far as I know, the Dark Lord is staying in my history books." However interested in that history he might have been, he really had very little desire to meet the Dark Lord himself.
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Post by Dahlia Alexander on Apr 25, 2013 19:20:15 GMT -5
Dahlia smiled innocently. Good, she'd gotten a rise out of him. She couldn't stand emotionless people. They were hard to read. "Oh, he's definitely gone," she said. And she was about to change the subject rather than detail just how she knew. She was perfectly happy with how easy it was to hide certain marks and didn't need all that splashed around.
"Is everyone as studious as you?" she asked. He made dueling sound as exciting as slicing sopophorous beans. She didn't believe it, though. Trust a liar to spot a liar a mile away.
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