Let Our Wands Do The Talking[Anette]

[mariellacovas]

With classes letting out and students flooding the hall, Mariella was glad she knew about different corridors she could take to avoid people. She was free from class, and the content smile upon her lips showed her happiness.To say that Mariella adored her schedule would be a dramatic understatement. She adored the fact that she was able to take maybe two or three classes in one day and three the next. Hell, she didn't even bring her bag today, not finding the item necessary when she didn't have but two classes. The fact that she was in her last year and her schedule need not be jam packed as it had been in her last years of school. Grinning quite contently, she couldn't help but put a thought to the future. What kind of wizarding college might she go to? Well, they were thought of more as finishing schools for the simple fact that they were refining your skills so that one may be able to do the career that they'd like. Mariella's interest had begun to peek in that of fashion or jewelery, something that involved style. She was a little fashionista that adored keeping up with the latest styles when she broke away from the uniformed guidelines. Although...other than career, what else might her future hold? Smirking quite happily to herself, she couldn't help but wonder how long she and Kalib would stay together?

Mariella could only pray that this love of theirs would be able to last them long enough, to hold strong through this schooling and keep them together even in the future. Sighing softly, she couldn't help but try and stop and imagine what kind of things would happen if Kalib and her stuck together outside of these walls? Often than not the thoughts made her mind race with a mad flurry of girly possibilities, making her chuckle and snicker softly to herself. Although, some thoughts were more serious than others. She could imagine them, as her active imagination allowed, moving in together and living with one another. Both of them trying to pursue their careers but still, wouldn't love be able to hold them tight? Of course it would...no doubt in that. Mariella slowed to a stop, nodding her head surely before she sighed softly and began walking again, holding her books tighter to her chest.

How could she ever think otherwise? She and Kalib were in love, head over heels, positively mad with adoration. The only thing that would ever make her doubt the strength of their relationship was her. His ex, the girl that Mariella had successfully stolen Kalib away from. She made Mariella feel, if even in the tiniest bit, uneasy. What if Kalib still had feelings for that frigid girl? What would she be able to do then? Mariella didn't allow her thoughts to reflect there often, but hell, when walking down the empty hallway, one could not help but let their thoughts linger. Kalib...no, he couldn't have any feeling for that girl still, there was absolutely no way. She'd seen the looks he had given her, the way he caressed her, the way that he spoke to her. Shaking her head, she smirked slightly. What could she be thinking? But still...she couldn't help but abhor this Anette girl for the unsureness the girl placed in her. Mariella did not want nor need this there, she didn't like it and she found that it only caused her hate for the girl to grow.

Hate, it was always something that was said to be growing inside of each being but even more so in that of a Slytherin. Snickering softly she couldn't help but think if that was the truth then she had no problem with it...

[Anette Baker]

In the time following her break up with Kalib, Anette had certainly... changed. Perhaps not for the worse, though that was, of course, a matter of opinion. The change was made clear in even her manner of walking, as her light step, almost like a skip, was replaced by a graceful gliding of her body. Anette's eyes, still bright and optomistic, had a hardness in them that was not present before, an understanding that all the world was not good. That she was not invincable, that she, too, could be hurt. That could never happen to me... Well, it had. It did not mean that Anette had completely changed; simply small parts of her attitude. She was still the happy Hufflepuff that she was when she transfered.

Walking down the hallway, Anette smiled to herself. Good day, no? An 'A' on an essay, some good quality flirtation in several classes, and no homework. Well sure, she had to practice a few spells for tomorrow, but that didn't really count to her... As she strolled along, her bookbag, slung over one shoulder, hit against her side uncomfortably. Stopping for a moment, Anette adjusted the length of the strap. Shifting her bag one last time, she looked up just in time to see Mariella walking towards her.

Her heart dropped into her stomach. Memories flooded back...

She stood motionless. Her eyes flitted back and forth from Kalib to Mariella... From his lips to hers... From their arms, their bodies. She just stood there... Her mind couldn't seem to work, to understand what was going on. Her face was expressionless, if not slightly shocked. The only thing she knew was that she didn't want to be here anymore. She didn't want to see Kalib, see him wrapped around some tart like... like...

...

Than, instead of the pain in her chest that usually accompanied the memories, anger surged through every inch of her, flooding her veins. Carefully composing her face, Anette steadied herself for the most deadly kind of warfare: girl against girl. If any male was in the same situation, he simply would have hexed the other and been done with it. But with girls, a more subtle kind of attack was in order... for now. Composing her face into a sickly sweet smile and wide, innocent eyes, Anette continued walking towards Mariella. Mariella hadn't seemed to have spotted Anette yet, but it was only a matter of time... She knew Mariella wouldn't fall for her "sweet" act in a second, but thankfully, that wasn't what mattered...