Roisín wasn't able to keep herself looking down for longer than a dozen of seconds, for she was soon looking at Ollie through her lashes. Seeing the others around him pointing at the food table, she raised her head, stared at them for a couple of seconds and then turned her head to look at her hand, the one which was handling most of her body weight.

Was her hand was really laid on the food table? And Ollie was going to go to the food table, wasn't he? So Ollie was going to get near to her? Oh Merlin, he was. He was going to approach her.

At once, her eyes grew wide and her mouth opened slightly, unsure whether to be joyful about having him that near or scared for acting silly. Biting her lower lip, she looked back at Ollie and then at her hand and back again. Should she just stay there or run away from that place? Oh Merlin, what to do, what to do?

Finding an empty seat nearby, she steadied herself with her arms on the table and gently lowered herself into the seat. That stupid boy. She said, glaring at Edge who had smirked to her. Looking around her, she noticed a bunch of Slytherins that were grouped together, not wanting to mingle with others from the other houses.

Than why are you at a party? She asked herself, looking at them, wondering what they were doing here if they knew full well that other members of the houses were going to be there. Sighing, she massaged her ankle gently, biting her lip as she felt a stinging pain.

Brown eyes observing the party, her eyes fell on the reason why she was in pain in the first place. Tristan

Sarah's cheeks turned a faint shade of pink and she scrambled to her feet instantly. "Sorry sorry sorry." She repeated, wondering what else to say and wincing at the boys temper. Of course Sarah was sorry. And it was an accident. He didn't have to bite her head off.

"I hope your drawing is allright." Sarah added in a polite, even-tempered tone, smoothing the fronts of her robes.

Yuki had departed from the company of her brother and Lemons-san. She had just gotten herself a drink adn though she wasn't exactly a fan of pumpkin juice, she liked it well enough.

She sipped her drink casually, long kimono sleeve sliding down her arm to reveal a pale wrist and forearm. She sighed and watched the crowd. She'd been at this school long enough to at least know some people, yet somehow, she still managed to have no friends.

Which was odd when you thought about. After all, how many Japanese students did you see at Hogwarts? And how many did you see in ceremonial kimonos?

She would just have to blame it all on her brother. He was rather intimidating, she supposed, and over protective. He certainly was good at keeping people away from her. Not that she minded, she loved him, he was her brother and best friend... but still...

The sound of laughter caught Yuki's attention and she turned her head in the direction it was coming from.

Not too far away from her, she could see the boy--Edge, wasn't it?-- from earlier, laughing. He looked much better when he was smiling and laughing. He was sort of like her brother in that respect; stoic and calm and easily angered. Her brother was normally controlled, but when it came to her, he was different.

She watched him, her blue eyes alight with curiousity. She wondered why he'd reacted so terribly to her. She completely forgot, so lost in thought, to stop looking at him.

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Kimihiro watched his sister carefully. She was staring at something--more likely someone-- with the Look on her face. That look that meant she was curiuos, which always led to her doing things he didn't like, getting involved with people he didn't like.

His stomach twisted as he followed her gaze to the boy from earlier. He'd known this would happen, but...why so soon. He waited a moment, deciding to watch her for a moment longer, to see if she would do something or try to talk to him.

Kate was snapped at, but did not recoil. Naturally, she was Slytherin enough to know that wit and competency were not only endowed on Ravenclaws, and she should have calculated that Clo would take the nickname to heart. "Naturally," she said, her party slightly put into a damper by the fact that the girl who was air-kissing with little enthusiasm had moments ago allowed her to call her Tiggy, and was now clearly more interested in quality Auberon time. That was slightly typical, and Kate would have had a hard time resisting as well. Stella, perhaps, not, and Kate looked with an arched eyebrow at the tall, barefoot girl next to her.

Had she not been so happy to see James and Clo, Stella would have been put off to see Auberon without so much as a hello. She was less affected at his affection for Clo than Kate, but she wiggled an eyebrow at his insinuations.

Georgie couldn't help but let out a quiet, coy, little giggle as Hugo acknowledged her. Oh joy! She knew her flirty ways worked sometimes, and she was glad that this was one of those times. Her grin grew wider and she let out another giggle as she felt his hand on her waist and in her hair. She then allowed her arms to go around his neck.

"I wasn't tempting you. I was asking you to dance," she teased, sticking her tongue out. "Now dance!" And she swayed in place, not taking her eyes off him.

Auberon's hands quickly flew to the air and rested on Cleo's shoulders gingerly. "Ah, ah, ah. I didn't say you could hug me, Cleo dear." He gently plucked her hands from him one by one and set them down to her sides. "You know how it goes. Everyone gets their turn in getting to hug me. It just so happens that you used up yours for the day. Sorry," he reminded her, smiling as he tapped her cheek gently, then shrugged. It was just how it went. Even hugs had appointments with Auberon Daly. That was how royalty went.

Wrapping an arm around Cleo's shoulder (making sure her hands were not touching him, of course), he faced Kate and Stella, his other free arm open. "There's room for one more," he offered in a sing-song voice, wiggling his eyebrows slightly. Who could resist? He wanted to do it. He felt that he hadn't acknowledged the other two Slytherin girls appropriately. Though he realized Stella didn't exactly care at all, it never hurt to try.

He then turned to James, and nodded at him. "Gather the guys, Jamesy. We're having a party in the Common Room. Slytherins Exclusive. Be there." He winked at him, then proceeded towards the dungeons. "Come, ladies. The Common Room awaits."

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[FONT="Arial"]Edge gave a shrug, about to turn his back when he heard a boy - from his house - try the corniest pick up line he had ever heard. So stupid that it made Edge laugh. And Edge never laughs. Giving a stare in the direction of Auberon and the poor girl that got sucked into his game, he rolled his eyes.

Being the most popular guy in the Slytherin House, he knew almost evey one. If not by name, by face. And of course, there was this one guy. Edge, was he? Eh. Whatever. Maybe this was one of those guys who envied such authority.

He raised his eyebrows upon passing him. He patted Cleo's shoulder gently, then grinned wickedly. "Poor guy, eh? Just one of those wishing they could be me, and get such lovely ladies like this one right here." And, just so he could flatter her some more, he kissed her ear gently.

Stella suppressed the urge to laugh as Auberon resisted puncture in his personal bubble, possibly blown of ego. "Auberon." It amused her that Auberon, sometimes almost her male-counter part, was still maintaining a steady stream of...Auberon. Amused, but not gratified or especially pleased. That was most likely Kate's position, who would probably have been glad for the happening if she had been more competitive with Clo, or possibly more dumb, in which case she might have fallen into the attractive trap that was Auberon. Stella was probably the girl farthest from this trap at Hogwarts, and while she smirked appreciatively and tried not to wink roguishly at his offer attached to wiggling eyebrows, she declined silently as only Stella could, would. Perhaps subconsciously she was giving Kate a chance, though the thought never crossed her mind, or Kate's.

Kate grinned mischievously, she had not used her turn yet. Kate was good when she put thought into it, (knowing Stella helped a little), at gauging people's needed space. She hugged Auberon with a bit of space to boot, though still with the zeal of Kate. She missed Stella's rolling eyes while she snuck a look or too up at him after she had safely let go and taken his open arm to drape her little shoulders.

James rolled his eyes, but amusedly. Sometimes Auberon was almost womanly. There were times he hated him for the size of his fangirl club, and other mostly superficial reasons. At this moment, he merely laughed, and left to round up a few worthy attendees.

Hugo grinned and twirled her around. "I say it's pretty much the same thing." He fingered a lock of her dark hair and peered into her pretty eyes. "You know, Gee, it's really unfair for you to look so utterly gorgeous. You're taking the spotlight off of other pretty girls. Everyone else just looks relatively plain compared to you."

His sweet breath blew on to her face. Honestly, how could she resist?

Cleo's eyes narrowed slightly as he mentioned that she didn't have express permission to hug him. In her head she was seething, a time bomb waiting to explode on anyone who provoked her. She felt like slapping the arrogant boy across the face, but knew that this would result in her popularity status plunging to the lowest of the low.

"C'mon then." Clo drawled, edging away from his arm slightly. "Surely you should have express permission to put your arm around me then." She breathed, her violet eyes sparkling mischieviously." She eyed Edge carefully, and snorted. "Obviously just jealous." She sniffed, and pursed her lips.

Yet she couldn't quite control the tremble that ran down her back as he kissed her ear. Ooooh.

Cleo glared at Kate as she hugged Auberon. It was well known that the Queen Bee ought to be with the Teen Royalty. And SHE was Queen Bee. And Auberon was Teen Royalty. It was utterly unfair that he shunted her aside like this. Fool. FOOOOL. Awww, it wasn't Kate's fault.

Deciding to be utterly lovely, Clo beamed at Katey Kate Kate. "C'mon Kate, Stella. Let's go to a reeeal party!"

Tori really wanted to know why she bothered showing up to a party. People were either in giant groups or attempting small conversation. No place for her to be. Walking where ever her feet took her she ended up walking into some boy who seemed to be slightly irritated [James]. Glarring at him she crossed her arms and waited to see his reaction. It was funny how people could get so mad over accidents. A small smirk formed onto her lips and she just stood there waiting for a 'freak' or 'watch it loser' to yell out of his lips.

James turned and walked right into someone. No, someone walked right into him. He had to look down to see the perpetrator, who was glaring, arms crossed, up at his unruffled self. He merely cocked an eyebrow, crossed his own arms, and stood where he was. He would not deign to snap at such a rude, short, girl. He couldn't place the face anyways, so until he ruled out the chance that she was a Hufflepuff, he wouldn't smirk either. His smirks were kind of flirty, and that could get him in a spot. Eeuulch. With a badger.

Looking almost directly up at this boy Tori held back her rude comments. She almost wondered how long he would just sit there and wait for her to apologize. That was funny because that wouldn't happen. She didn't do anything on purpose. Victoria was considering introducing herself. Maybe. But it all depended on how he chose to do things, walk away, sit there and stare, or talk.

OoC: So the truth is, I've hardly read this in the last two days. And I probably won't. At least not right now. Too tired and blaaah. So if I mess something up or skip over you, don't feel bad, okay? Just... do something and try to re-do it? I donno. I'm half asleep as I write this.

Grace proposed little option for Ollie. He really had no choice in dance or not. It was more "Run or I'll yank your arm off," as he ran with her across the grounds, towards the dance floor, where the crowd was thicker, heavier, and the music louder. Every bit of it reverberated through his body and it made him feel weird. Good or bad weird, he was uncertain.

Somehow, though, it seemed his mind lapsed here, in this bit, he'd wound up with Grace by Taylor, who was saying something about toes. In all honestly, Ollie wasn't paying too much attention as he scanned the throngs of people for Hannah. Thus far, he hadn't seen her and it probably was for the best that he hadn't.

However, food was mentioned and this did perk him, as he remembered the éclairs and cream puffs and such. Already his mouth was salivating at the thought, at the desire. Besides, who went to a party and didn’t eat a little, right? Right.

“Let’s eat,” Ollie said with a considerable amount more enthusiasm than he’d been displaying until now.

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Inez was taking off and dragging Boo with. She whirled around to Troy, waving madly and grinning. “Bye bye! Sorry, gotta goooo! Thanks for dancing with uuuuuuusssss!” she called out to him as she and Inez began to take off towards the fountain where their friends awaited. Mozzie, Tristan, Nolan, Quentin, ohhh Georgina had arrived!

“Geoooooorgie!” Boo called, excitedly, bouncing as she ran.

Laughing, Mozzie greeted the two again, turning back to the small group of theirs that was gathering. Everything was funnest with her best friends around, she knew, as she wiggled around to the music.

Nolan shrugged at Georgina. “Hey,” he retorted. “I’ve been dancing, unlike some,” he said, shooting a mock-glare at Tristan, who responded with an innocent lift of his brows and shrug of his shoulders. “I’m just taking a break. Don’t wanna show off my moves and make you too jealous, y’know?”

Mozzie snorted.

“Nollie, sweetie. Don’t worry. No one will ever be jealous of your… er… moves.”

Wasn’t that the truth. Looking around, she noticed, with a grimace, that Aubrone had arrived. How she hated him. A snarl built up in her throat but she did her best to suppress it. The Slytherins, it seemed, were all in their own cluster and she shook her head disdainfully. Hmph. They could mingle with other houses. Boo and Tristan did it just fine. Ollie, too.

“Just cos you can’t move like me doesn’t me you should be so haughty, Motzie. It’s quite unbecoming of such a lady like you.”

Nolan bat his lashes at his friend, amused greatly by the look on her face. He could read the stun on and awe – it wasn’t often that Nolan was so playful and exuberant. This only made him feel goofier as he shrugged his shoulders to the music, swinging his lack of hips round with it.

“Merlin’s holy pants, Nolan, what in the name of magic are you doing?” asked Tristan from his spot on the fountain, his face a cross between horror and amusement.

He chose to hang out with the most ridiculous people, he had learnt. After all, his best friend was a girl who went by the name of Boo Remmington (mindful that it was because of Tristan that she even had this name). Did this then say anything of him? Of course it did – he just didn’t want to have to own up to what it did.

“I need new friends.”

“Course you don’t,” chorused Boo, Mozzie, and Nolan.

"Mellie," the Hufflepuff corrected. The girl's sudden speaking was almost a shock to her; she really hadn't meant to correct him, at least not with such a sudden, harsh tone. "I prefer Mellie," she added, her voice softer, quieter now.

With her journal now safely returned, Mellie felt much more comfortable. Still, she felt awkward around this boy... who's name she still didn't know. Mellie held the diary tightly across her chest, as if she was trying to be certain she didn't drop it again.

"Well, bye," Mellie suddenly said. It was all too strange for her. This boy, like her, wasn't overly chatty. And it wasn't like he seemed to enjoy her company. With that, the fifth year turned and walked the other way: back to her common room once again. She didn't that Aaron for returning her journal. If she hadn't realized it was missing, he probably would have read it. Mellie grimaced.

Auberon didn't know what kind person Stella was. She didn't even react in the least to his charm. Hmph. She hadn't even used one of her turns. Ever. Eh. He'd tried his hand on her before anyway, so never mind. She was more like a twin sister to him. Usually their similarities ended up the reason for their disagreements, but then again there were the times when only she could understand him. He was not shallow and superficial and obnoxious and arrogant and stuck-up and... Okay, so people said he was. But he had his reasons! And sometimes only Stella could really decipher them. Good old Slytherin girl.

"C'mon Stellie. You can tag along, then." And he led the way to the dungeons.

Ah well. If Stella didn't want his arm, then Kate could have it. The hug she gave him wasn't as affectionate, and that was just the way hugs for Auberon should be. Too much love and adoration was sickening, too. "Good call, Kate," he said with a nod, then patted her shoulder gently.

As they neared the dungeons, James went the other way. "See you in a few." Ah yes. James was one of those worthy few whom Auberon owed a thing or two to. He wasn't like those guys who hated him for the size of his fanclub and got jealous for all this popularity and stuff.

Hehe.

Ugh. It should've been illegal for boys to be so irresistable. Take Hugo for example. He was just another guy. 'Just another hot guy!' She shook her head slightly at the thought.

"Is noooot," she stated matter-of-factly, taking Hugo's hand and twirling herself. As they danced, he made his move on her again, and she found she could not resist. Argh! It was sometimes hard to be a flirt. You fell too hard for some people. Dangit. "Hmph. Now you stop it. Flattery talk won't getcha anywhere you knooow." Actually, it would. And the way he called her Gee. Eeek!

She could smell his breath. Ack. Honestly, did he ever eat anything that smelled bad.

And since she was much too occupied with Hugo, she merely grinned widely and waved at Nolan, Mozzie, Boo, Tristan and Inez, obviously smitten.

Auberon wasn't stupid, mind. He was very intelligent, in several aspects. And he could easily noticed Cleo's disapproval. He chose to ignore it, of course. Eh. She'd get over it. She always did. One minute she was grinning like a fangirl, the next she was fuming, and the next she was head over heels for him again. Ah, what a miracle indeed. But of course she knew as well as everyone else that denying Auberon Daly only got your social status scarred irrepairably.

When she moved from his arm slightly, he pulled her tighter to him and grinned widely. He then snorted. "I automatically have, as you put it, 'express permission' to put my arm around anyone who adores me as much as you. It's a privilage, on your part." He flashed her an irresistable smile.

And again, there was THAT look of jealousy. Really. Did she have to be jealous of Kate? They were so close to the dungeons. This wasn't the place and time to start a catfight. Wait till the party was over.

As soon as they reached the Common Room, Auberon pulled out his wand, and with a quick flick, the Common Room got decorated with the appropriate ornaments. Green and silver colored banners, balloons, and a long table which ran around the room, loaded with food. Mhmm. This was a better party for sure. And exclusively for Slytherins. They didn't have to worry about those other houses. Bah.

"Let the party begin!" He announced loudly, then with a wave of his hand music started booming out from an unseen source.

"Clo. You were't jealous of Kate a while ago, were you?" He asked quietly of her then as she pulled the girl to the center of the floor to dance.

Kate wasn't oblivious to Clo's glare, but she was slightly more tuned in to Auberon's reaction. And then nout of no where Clo was beaming at her, and Auberon was patting her shoulder, like...a dad. She resisted both the urge to flash a fangirl smile (possibly because she caught the sight of Stella, who was inspiring in her indifference to most boys, even the irresistable, yummy, gorgeous...Mental slap), and also the urge to grimace at being...patted. With Cleo-like gear-switching, Kate let it go, and grin/smirk/beamed with her. Party time.


James unfolded his arms and shoved a hand into each front pocket. Like a true extremist, his cocked eyebrow and rude smirk switched places in a split second with a wide grin. He gave the girl an understanding look, and small nod. He knew exactly what this was about. James started to walk past, but slowed and leant down to whisper flirtatiously in her ear. "I know, it's hard to stay off of me." And off he strutted, leaving behind a small wink. Clearly, he had determined she was not a Hufflepuff.

Stella watched Auberon think with an arched brow. Unbeknownst to some, there was quite a lot going on in there. Stella knew that because of their similarities, (which were mind-staggering, and often the source of spats, rows, and falling-outs; which interestingly never resulted in a drop of her popularity), and her immunity to his egotist-charm, she held a special place in his heart. Deep down...possibly, very deep down. This made her smirk, even if it was parallel to her own.

Stella was wrenched from her thoughts as Auberon uttered Stellie. A flicker of hostility crossed her face. She would let him get away with it, and mentally file away the nickname Abby for the next opportune moment. At his invitation to "tag along" she smirked. Oh, god, can I? Can I please? Her mother was Queen of Passive Agressive, and Stella found it gratifying at times to be bestowed such terrible habits. What was odd was that Auberon had not used her nicknames in some time. She settled for one last disdainful, if slightly quizzical, look, and pushed it from her mind.

The cool stone felt good against her bare feet, and Stella sighed in pleasure before she took the last sip of the bubbly from the bottle. She hoped James would be there soon, she had a feeling Abby would be occupied with his plentiful arm-candy.

Cleo laughed and shrugged. "Then I suppose you do have express permission." She beamed as banners streamed from his wand and hung themselves delicately around the room. "Woooow." She giggled, and the yelped as she was suddenly dragged into the middle of the dance floor.

"Jealous?" Cleo asked, frowning. "Kate is one of my best friends. Why would I be jealous? She didn't do anything." She asked, grinning.

Hugo grinned mischieviously and spun her around again. "Flattery? Gee, this isn't flattery, it's the truth." He pouted. Yeesh, she was a tough cookie to crack. But there was something about her. Something that made her so much more than just a pretty girl to flirt with. She was special.

As they waltzed past the food table, he grabbed two drinks and held one out for her. "Drink?" Hugo offered, flashing a dazzling smile.

Aaron raised a brow at her. She had corrected him, about her name. "Yeah, I'm gonna call you Melissa" He answered, not really caring wether she prefered to be called Mellie, or not "Melissa is much more better, if you ask me" The fifth year replied, rather absentmindedly.

The Slytherin eyed the prefect with curiosity. Really, why was she looking so uncomfortable? It wasn't like he was going to bite her, or anything like that. He raised both of his brows again, and then frowned "You know Melissa, I don't bite" Girls were plain weird. This one, especially.

If possible, Aaron's frown became even bigger when the Hufflepuff prefect took off. That was a bit rude, in his opinion. But hey, who was he to judge someone's manners? He wasn't exactly the politest person around, really.

"See you around" He said, using his cold tone of voice again.

Victoria's mouth kept its usual smirk but it cam to life more than ever. So this boy was thinking he was all that. Rolling her eyes she turned to his direction,"Of course, I mean your too gorgeous,"She said in a prissy, voice. With that she chuckled and slid right past him. She had nowhere to go but he didn't need to know that. Instead of walking inside, she walked around people to the opposite side of the party. Tapping her finger on her pants she waited to see if he was going to be on time or 'fashionably late'. Whispering in a light tone she said,"10....,9...,8...,"

Jessy gave a quick gaze to Bella and sighed. "Know anyone here?" he asked. Maybe he might be able to find someone interesting and talk to them.... For a moment he thought about talking with the Japanese folk he saw earlier, but then he shook his head at the thought.

Bella shook her head and sat down by the nearest chair. "If I did, I'd be chatting away right now. We can only hope someone will be brave and talk to you.... I might leave this party really soon." she muttered.

Inez stared with those large, blinking eyes of hers at her friends, losing track of what it was they were talking about. All she knew was she wanted to continue her partying. It was fun with anyone overall, but she didn't want to have to introduce herself, ask them why the heck they weren't dancing, then finally get to the dancing! Too much work.

She was starting to get figety and tired of trying to figure out what they were onto now. Always changing... Or so it seemed! What she did know is that every one of them seemed happy, or smiley, or giggly. Or something of that sort. Perfect mood for dancing! Which they still weren't doing.. She pursed her lips, getting a slightly pouty look.

That left soon though. "'Course you don't!" She repeated so that she wasn't left out, though a bit too late. "Oh wait! Ooo! I'll be your friend!!!" She added with an excited bounce on her toes and raising her hand high. That just recieved an amused look from Quentin as he looked over to Tristan.

Yuki tore her gaze from the laughing boy, she'd accidentally bumped into earlier. It wouldn't do to anger him again, since he seemed rather sensitive and easily angered.

She glanced around at the party-goers, wondering if perhaps it was time she leave. No one would be talking to her, not tonight. Maybe it was the kimono that put them off. Her brother always said she looked beautiful in them, but others might see it as intimidating or something else entirely. After all, these people were British and Scottish and Irish, with the few odd race here and there, like the boy from the States or Edge. Someone like her stood out enough, she didn't need a kimono to add to that.

She sighed, lowering her blue-eyed gaze to the floor. Her brother wouldn't be happy to see her do that, but hopefully he was preoccuppied with Lemons-san.

***

Kimihiro, it turned out, was not preoccuppied at all and saw his sister look to the floor. He sighed and walked over to her, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"What have I told you about looking down, Little Sister? he whispered in Japanese.

She looked up at him and smiled. "A Priestess should never look down for she need show respect to no one and has no reason to be demure. A Priestess is powerful and pure and loved by all and one glance from her is enough to heal a broken heart, so never hide your eyes, lest you miss a broken heart in need of healing."

He smiled at her and brushed a strand of hair out of her face. "That's right. Why aren't you talking to anyone?"

She shrugged in responce. "I don't know. I guess its just... harder than it looks."

He nodded and hugged her comfortingly. "I'm sure we'll be able to find you a friend. Come on." He took her hand and guided he through the crowd, looking for some nice to talk to.

Jaxton just stood there. That was unusual. He usually didn't just stand there. He turned around and shrugged.

OCC: I'm sorry I couldn't reply. Got grounded.

Eyes widening, she wanted to hit herself. What had she been doing? Staring at Tristan. Ugh. Of all people. He was scary and intimidating and incredibily good looking. But that gorgeous profile of his wouldn't help the fact that Arianna was intimidated by him and had met him on one of his bad days, which was the reason why she was terrified of him.

Tearing her eyes from the sight across the room, she sighed. So much for getting out there tonight and meeting new people. And finding people that could potentially be a friend.

Valdor let out a small chuckle, this one was going to be a toughy. She really wasn't going to bite the easy bate, swoon into his arms, and ask him to take her for a ride. No, different approach is more like it.

"So, are you the kind of girl who likes, evil things or things that happen by sheer force?" He mused with a wicked grin on his face. Have now, a game to play.

Now a careful brow arched over Salinea's eye and in a calculating manner, she studied the Venin boy before her. With a small puff of air, she blew a wavy and frazzled lock of hair from her face, swiftly hooking it behind her ear, before murmuring a villanous "hmmm" to herself.

"Now, why ask such a question?" she asked in a voicec that teetered on more statement and less question. "Do I seem satisfied by evil things? Just because I'm not part of your frou-frou world, your society and heirearchy of people and status does not make me evil." Though this was a lie that even she herself could not detect. "Sheer force though, I admit to enjoyment of. I like power and like to take it." Her brows shot up and back down in a heart beat.

"Just between you and me... sheer power gets me going."

What Valdor did not realize though was that power was in deed at the tips of Salinea's fingers. Itching and just waiting for its acceptance of hers...