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WHEN: 'Alive Without Breath, Cold As Death'; Monday, January 17th, 2009; 5:04 PM
WHERE: Great Hall -- Slytherin table
WHO: Paris and Rae (Any muggleborns can visit / be tortured! Along with any fellow Slytherins, of course!)
Paris moved his plate to the side, not really wanting to eat anymore. Any trace of an appetite he previously had was now gone, and instead, he sat in his place quietly. He never considered himself to have an astute sense of smell or anything (after all, he was much too refined to be... what, a werewolf?), but the disgusting scent seemed to engulf him wherever he went.
Mudbloods. Everywhere. Not to mention their blood. Jeez, now he was sounding like a bleeding vampire.
Which... wasn't a bad thing, was it?
Ugh, Paris shuddered thinking about all of those mudbloods. How could such monsters walk the earth and be proud of themselves? How could they wake up every day and bother living? Such a miserable existence, Paris thought.
Clicking his tongue in annoyance, he turned to his dining partner for that evening, the lovely Rae Burton, and simply raised an eyebrow. Of course, the next thing to come out of his mouth was a complaint. After all, he’d been complaining about it all day. And for all of dinner, for that matter.
“You would think the Ministry could just pick all of them out,” he muttered in sheer disgust. “It’s easy enough to tell just by looking at them...”
WHERE: Great Hall -- Slytherin table
WHO: Paris and Rae (Any muggleborns can visit / be tortured! Along with any fellow Slytherins, of course!)
Paris moved his plate to the side, not really wanting to eat anymore. Any trace of an appetite he previously had was now gone, and instead, he sat in his place quietly. He never considered himself to have an astute sense of smell or anything (after all, he was much too refined to be... what, a werewolf?), but the disgusting scent seemed to engulf him wherever he went.
Mudbloods. Everywhere. Not to mention their blood. Jeez, now he was sounding like a bleeding vampire.
Which... wasn't a bad thing, was it?
Ugh, Paris shuddered thinking about all of those mudbloods. How could such monsters walk the earth and be proud of themselves? How could they wake up every day and bother living? Such a miserable existence, Paris thought.
Clicking his tongue in annoyance, he turned to his dining partner for that evening, the lovely Rae Burton, and simply raised an eyebrow. Of course, the next thing to come out of his mouth was a complaint. After all, he’d been complaining about it all day. And for all of dinner, for that matter.
“You would think the Ministry could just pick all of them out,” he muttered in sheer disgust. “It’s easy enough to tell just by looking at them...”