Originally Posted by The1HBIC

Did Marilyn seriously think her little threat of telling Tate was going to make her stop talking? Like that was ever going to happen. "Ignore me all you want dear cousin. That's NOT gonna make me stop talking. Go ahead, sit there stuffing your face but trust me, I'm NOT backing off because I'm NOT doing anything wrong. And really, do you think your idle threat to tell Tate is gonna scare me? What's he gonna do, put me in detention for talking.? He's more likely to put you in detention for being stupid enough to drink something that wasn't meant for you." She already knew her cousin hated her, why would she want to give her a potion that would make her hate her even more? Now Carter on the other hand. He may act like he hates her but Marie had a feeling that's all it was... an act. So, what better way to find out than with a hate potion. All would be revealed after the effects wore off... right?

Really? Marilyn was going to sit there and tell Marie she wasn't a lady. This coming from the girl who just sat there and threatened said she wanted to kill Marie. The girl who didn't have what it takes to actually follow through with that threat. Yeah, that was a real lady like gesture on Marilyn's part. "Trust me cousin, you yourself are no lady. You may try to act like one but that's all it is... an act. As for me being obnoxious as you say... please, feel free to get up and move. After all, it was you who sat next to me so it can be you who leaves if you don't like the conversation at the table."

And here it comes... even more hate from Carter. Marie was beginning to wonder if her potion was even working. This conversation was sounding more and more like a conversation that would have happened without a hate potion.

"I have problems Carter? I'm NOT holding onto anything here. All I'm doing is stating the obvious... Marilyn is a pathetic excuse for a human who can't get anyone to love her... especially you. That does NOT make this in any way about you. It makes it about HER. The pathetic girl who has no one that cares about her enough to say they love her." Really, had the boy not heard a word of what had just been going on? Obviously not.

Huffleplump?

Wrong thing to say there Gryffindork. Not even hesitating one little bit Marie punched Carter. "Call him that again and I'll do worse than just punch you." She'd treat him the same way she treated Marilyn in their duel. "I'm over you more than you think. I love Matty more than you can ever imagine loving someone. As for me harassing everyone you're interested in... that again has NOTHING to do with YOU. It's called you only being interested in cousins that hate each other. Maybe you should find someone to be interested in outside of the Malfoy family."

"Yes Carter, you fail." At everything. "And why wouldn't you think that? It's not like we've been on speaking terms lately." Unless you call yelling matches speaking to one another. "Yes Carter, I'm mental. I'm crazy for ever thinking we could be friends again. Apparently that's never going to happen now is it." Well not as long as he was under the influence of that hate potion anyway.

When was that going to wear off?

Not soon enough. "You know, no one is twisting your arm to stay over here at this table. Please, feel free to go back to your own house table at any time... where you can ignore me all you want." He could take Cousin It with him too.

Originally Posted by Miss Marilyn

Yea...Marie was continuing to talk...and once again, Marilyn didn't care. Talking was all that ignorant girl was good for, anyway. She never said anything interesting or gave any extraordinary insight. She was useless...and exceedingly vulgar.

Congratulations, Marie. You've won the vulgar brute award. Acceptance speech, please...

Smirking at the silly inner thoughts, Marilyn continued to ignore her idiotic cousin. It was quite simple once she'd put it in her mind to do so...Focusing on the fruit she was eating also helped. Seriously, the strawberries should get an award...and someone needed to speak with those house elves about serving whipped toppings at breakfast. Belgium waffles could happen...and they would be EPIC.

Hmm, some chocolate sauce wouldn't hurt, either...

O.O!