Enchanting to meet you - Rune !

[benoite guinevere rowle]

This night is sparkling, don't you let it go,

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I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home.

I'll spend forever wondering if you knew,[/color]
I was enchanted to meet you.[/color]

This couldn’t be more of a waste then her last weekend. Most of her nights were spent alone, but days now too? She should have known better then to just stay in on the weekends. She could go to the Village, she could go to the lake. Anything really, she could get up and walk anywhere. She just couldn’t make herself leave the room most of the time. Why? What had she done to make him go away? She just, didn’t get it. She just had to get out of bed and do something sometime. She couldn’t mope forever. She knew it was too good too good to be true. She was a freak, she wasn’t meant for affection. She wasn’t meant for friends, or for love. Look at her linage, she was just meant to be ostracized, like her father and his followers.

She sighed, and she pulled herself up, and she started to go to the showers. She pulled herself together slowly, and she kept her head low. She walked slowly, and she didn’t know what to do with herself for the day, so she pulled her long hair up, and she let her bangs fall in her face, she fixed dark make up to go with her dark clothes, and she pulled stockings on instead of going barelegged, she was a bit chilly today, or recently really. She kept her blank expression on, and she walked out of the basement. She kept her head high, and she moved out into the sun. Her eyes squinted as she adjusted to the sun, and she moved towards the village, she just couldn’t stay inside again today.

Walking into the village, she walked straight to the Hog’s Head. She ordered a butterbeer, and she walked straight to a table by the window. She kept her head high, and she looked at the stained glass. She kept her eyes trained on the outside and her drink sat nearly untouched. She rested her fist against her chin, and she slowly looked down at the table. She didn’t know if anyone else was in here, so she decided to look around, seemed the room was filling up. She hung her head, thinking about leaving, but she’d made herself look pretty, and had walked all the way down here, she might as well stay for a while, right?

She took her jacket off, and she hung it over the back of her chair. She brought her drink to her lips, and she reached into her coat, and she put her wand on the table, so it wouldn’t poke her in the back when she leaned back on the chair. She crossed her long legs, and she glanced around the room once more, trying to avoid catching anyone’s eyes, but not working as well as it could, she looked down quickly when she did catch anyone’s eye, hoping no one would notice her.

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[rune veliospirus ravencroft]

Took my time, took my chances, went the distance, now I'm back on my feet.

Well Rune wanted to say that things couldn't get worse, but every time he did, it bit him in the ass. First Sam leaves him cause she loses interest, which was really still a "what the fuck" thing for Rune, followed by the resumption of the "oh, he must have sex with his sister" bull, barely able to get a one night deal thanks to those rumors which only seemed to expand, then one he does get, turns out to be a vampire that accidently gets tot carried away on the biting and makes him one, which makes his girl problems that much harder, partially because every time he smelled one save for the utter whores he wanted to bite them, come back to school, find out Sam is dating a teacher, who was an ass when Rune was trying to be a nice guy, and then when he thinks he's going to have luck with a girl, she leaves him after a week or few days, because shes getting shit for dating the guy that supposedly sleeps with his sister and who had a dad sent to Azkaban. Rune wasn't sure what to do with himself, but he was just angry as hell and wanted to do something. He was getting tired of moping over most of this stuff. Though as he went to open his trunk for some clothes, it wouldn't open.

"What the...?" Rune said before noticing a note. His cousins apparently decided to have some fun with him, with the suggestion if he just walked around in the boxers attached to said note he'd have better luck, and locked the trunk with as many spells as they could. Rune didn't have the patience for it so he simply hurled it across the room at the wall, and was dumbfounded as it failed to break or shatter. Which meant they wised up that he was simply using that extra vampire strength to just break the thing. Rune started yelling and kicking the trunk around as he started to gather what clothes weren't in the trunk to try and find something to wear. He thought he was alone, till his sister walked in and told him to get out and cool his heels as soon as he was dressed. Rune didn't even know what to wear anymore. He didn't really feel things like cold the same way he used to, cripes freezing felt like a spring day when he had been human.

Other then thankfully having a pair of his own boxers, undoubtedly the sisters had done something to the others, he had two pairs of shorts, a pair of black pants, some t-shirts, and the uniform shirt with the ravenclaw emblem. After finding out from his sister what a normal person would be wearing he chose the pants and uniform shirt. He grabbed a jacket and did as his sister said before she got angry at him. He walked the whole way to hogsmeade and had cooled his heels a bit by the time he walked into the hogs head. He ordered a butterbeer and saw the place was getting filled, less with students and more with other people.

Though as he looked around his eyes met with a rather attractive looking girl that he thought he had seen around school. Sure the last time he had been in hogsmeade and approached a girl he wasn't sure he knew or not he ended up a vampire but well, that couldn't happen again could it. He made his way over to the table trying to get through the crowd, though as he got to it someone bumped into him and knocked him forward, Rune managing to avoid spilling it on the girl as the glass left his hand and shattered on the chair he had been about to pull out. Rune took a deep breath trying to not just turn and punch whoever it had been in the face. He let it out in a sigh before looking to the girl at the table as he said in a rather calm but slightly exasperated tone "Is it alright if I sit here, after I get another drink?" He started collecting the remnants of glass while he waited on an answer. Though, he was unaware as he spoke his eyes had started to lighten dimly and that his fangs had extended a little. Controlling little things like that was still an issue.

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Lyrics: "Eye of the tiger" - Survivor

[benoite guinevere rowle]

This night is sparkling, don't you let it go,

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I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home.

I'll spend forever wondering if you knew,[/color]
I was enchanted to meet you.[/color]

Family was a cruel thing, really. Benoite knew that well as anyone did. Some thought she was an only child, which by her mother’s side, she was. Her father’s side on the other hand held two other children. Boys, both whom she was certain, hated her. They would most likely try to kill her at some point, she was keenly aware of this. She hoped someone found out who they were and tried to stop them before that happened. She hated the idea of someone or something so terrible coming up again, and she was glad she wasn’t like them, or like her mother. She was insane, and she had no desire to be insane, though she was sure her mother didn’t really see it as insanity, but when one kills themself because of the death of a man who never cared whether she was alive or dead, Benoite wasn’t sure what else one could call that but insanity.

There were days Benoite wanted to take her mother’s way out. Not live in fear of who she was, or what she could become, or be considered. She wasn’t a monster, she was just an emotionally stifled part veela with bad luck. Nothing she could really help, but it certainly didn't make her a monster. She didn’t want muggle borns to suffer, or half bloods, or half breeds to suffer; she was a bit of a half breed herself to some extent, veelas weren’t human, and she was a quarter one. She just wanted to grow old, and be left alone. Maybe have kids, someday. Maybe. Not with just anyone, and she certainly wouldn’t have them with a man who preferred other women and herself. It wouldn’t happen that way, she would make sure of that.

Then, her thoughts were broken when someone stumbled near her table. Someone shoved someone else, and then something broke. Something, she guessed, was the glass the other held up. She thought he was a Ravenclaw, she’d seen him around school. She hadn’t noticed how attractive he was until now, but he looked about as happy about the day as she was. Then he spoke to her, she really didn’t expect this part, ”Oui.” She answered, without really thinking about it. ”I don’t mind, take it.” She didn’t think about it, but “yes” could have sounded like she did mind. She didn’t, she wasn’t that rude. She glanced to the floor, ”You need help?” Her voice sounded like she could barely speak English, but she was more proficient then she let on.

She looked at the other, and she could tell there was something different about him, but she couldn’t really put her finger on it. Must have just been her imagination, she had no room to talk anyhow. She could talk to snakes, and entice men with just a glance; and she was the child of a crazy man who started a war. She had no room to judge about anything. ”I’m Benoite.” She said, just sort of tossing it out there, not really sure what else to say. If they were to share a table, she should be at least a bit friendly, he obviously thought she was approachable enough to come over here, that was a start right?

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[rune veliospirus ravencroft]

Took my time, took my chances, went the distance, now I'm back on my feet.

Rune heard her say "oui" and while he knew it meant "yes", was starting to wonder if he picked the one girl that didn't know English. He knew a little French, but not much. Though when she added in English she didn't mind and offered to help, it sounded though like she may not know a lot though. But who knew with his mood at the moment maybe someone that didn't know much English was a good thing. Last thing he needed was to go off on an attractive girl he barely knew. "No, thank you, I'll be just fine." He replied as he got the last pieces. He then heard her say her name and managed a small smile as he said "I'm Rune, nice to meet you."

He then walked back to the counter with the remains of the glass and ordered a new drink, waiting patiently. Once he got his new drink he started back, and sensed the foot that came out to trip him, so he stepped higher to miss it, but then was shoved by the very same person as last time. He stumbled forward and while he kept his balance ended up spilling most of the glass on Benoite, to the laughter of the older Ravenclaw and his pals. Rune emitted a audible growl as he put the glass down and wheeled around on them. "The hell is your problem?" Rune said, the more Irish accent sound coming out.

"What, cheating on your sister with this parsel mouthed freak from Slytherin." the 7th year said. "I don't care if she's the devil or harbinger of death, trying to just have a drink and it's an open seat, and she's done nothing to me, so how bout you apologize to the lady, and leave me the hell alone." The 7th year and his pals all stood up as he said "or what are you gonna do? huh?" he said before shoving Rune, "Maybe I'll help her and apologize if she takes her clothes off and blo...." is as far as the older guy got before Rune slugged him and laid him out. Two of the friends tried and were on the floor just as fast. The last two started hesitantly but Rune wheeled around and said "By all means, try it." The two settled for helping there pals get up and leave.

"I'm sorry about that" Rune said to Benoite since they'd probably have left her out of it if he had avoided her table. He took the longer sleeve uniformed shirt off from under the jacket and held it out for her so she could use it to try and dry her own clothes off or change out of her wet clothes and put it on. he was fine with just his t-shirt and jacket after all.

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Lyrics: "Eye of the tiger" - Survivor

[benoite guinevere rowle]

This night is sparkling, don't you let it go,

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I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home.

I'll spend forever wondering if you knew,[/color]
I was enchanted to meet you.[/color]

He seemed to understand her when she spoke in French, but most people had heard the word “oui” at least once in their lives, at least he wasn’t one of those who assumed they spoke French, she’d run into a few Muggle tourists back home and they’d just embarrassed themselves, but she was helpful all the same, since she did speak English. Typical man response, but it did seem he had everything under control for the time being. Things broke, she supposed, not the end of the world. ”If you’re sure.” She added lightly, she didn’t mind being helpful if someone needed it, but most people didn’t bother getting close enough to her to know that, and assumed she was a struck up, which admittedly, she could be, but she wasn’t unless she had reason to be. ”Pleasure to meet you, Rune.” She said with a smile back, small smile, but a smile all the same.

She watched him for as long as she could, but eventually he disappeared into a crowd. She did wonder why her table, because he recognized her from school? Wanted to strike up some form of conversation for one reason or another? Or just because he could? Or maybe he simply wanted to sit down, she guessed it really didn’t matter, it was just one of those things, maybe she could get something out of this, a new person to talk to perhaps, she hadn’t had someone like that in a while, not since she’d seen the last of Albus, maybe she shouldn’t have put all her…eggs? In one basket? Was that the Muggle way of putting it? She could have sworn it was, but at this point it didn’t matter, her companion of whatever kind he was, was back. She looked up, just in enough time to see him get shoved, and feel butterbeer soak through the front of her shirt. Good thing she wore black today. She looked down herself, and she sighed, worse things had happened she supposed, but the fact some of the Birds in the room did it on purpose made her grit her teeth.

She couldn’t stop herself once she was brought into this, she spat, ” Me faut retourner à la pute qui m'a accouchée!” (Go back to the whore who gave birth to you!) It was fairly difficult to get a decently powerful emotional response from Benoite, but insults were generally a good way to do it. Sleeping with his sister? That just dawned on her, she abstained from gossip around school, so she never got wind of things like that, but she did hope it wasn’t true, that was a bit of a strange habit, though her family consisted of a crazy person and a man with no nose, so….And it seemed the confrontation wasn’t over yet, and she hadn’t been left out, and then something rather unexpected happened, before she could bring words out again, the Rune boy had beaten the others faces in. She was pleased, for some reason. They deserved it, but there was something else pleasing about having her honor, or something akin to it, be defended.

She shook her head, accepting his shirt as it was handed to him, ”It’s nothing I’m not used to. Someone let slip that I could talk to snakes, and I’ve been a bigger freak then I was previously.” She shrugged, she kept to herself for a reason, though she would admit she did talk to snakes when given the chance, they were far friendlier then people, just liked to be left alone, ironic, that’s how she felt usually. ”Thank you though, most people who have joined in on the jeering, or something of the like.” She said, her French accent holding tightly to her words. She wrapped his shirt around her shoulders, and slowly buttoned it. ”I didn’t like this top anyway, nothing else was clean.” She reasoned with a small smile, looking back up at him. ”Is this regular for you, getting…how to say it..harassed?” She didn’t really know what else to call it, the term bullying wasn’t in her vocabulary it seemed.

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[rune veliospirus ravencroft]

Took my time, took my chances, went the distance, now I'm back on my feet.

Rune was glad she seemed friendly enough, though, he assumed what ever she said in french was an insult based on the tone. He was going to guess something about a girl friend or mom, he understood go back and whore clearly. It wasn't uncommon for uncle padraig to show up with some foreign girl to the shop. And his uncle wondered why his aunt's temper was always so short with him? Then again, she always had younger guys around so, turn about is fair played he supposed. Plus Rune tried to at least learn some of the words tied to insults in other languages, he didn't wan to be the guy who said thanks when he was told something like "May you be mounted by a rabid dog".

Rune looked at what was left in his glass as Benoite took his shirt and started to put it on. Downing what little was left as Benoite said she was used to this, and thanked him for not joining in on the jeering. He was slightly hesitant to respond, simply because he was still sort of in the mind set for a fight. It had become such a trained response when he started rebelling against his fathers wishes, and it was hard for him at times to get out of it, the vamperism not helping. Years of good self control, and now he had trouble with it. Did that count as irony? He then heard her say she didn't like that top anyway and gave a small laugh, since for him, the only thing that was clean part was rather literal. Though she then asked if things like this were normal for him.

"If I said yes, that would be the understatement of the century." Rune replied as he sat down, "and you don't have to thank me, so what, you can talk to snakes and from slytherin, you don't seem like the stuck up clowns most of them are, and you haven't given me any grief. "Do unto others" as they say." His cousins were half veelas that could change appearance at will, as well as some mind reading and telekinesis. Well, he knew with Raven for sure, his godmother was afflicted with lycanthorpe, though not a full werewolf, and he was a vampire at this point, so really what right did he have to say anything about someone that talked to snakes.

Though, he figured he'd clear the air of the comments made about himself. "That was probably tame compared to some of what I get. Dad's side of the family was really big on blood purity, and unfortunately his side of the family tree doesn't branch much, which of course went into raising me and my twin sister, so we act closer then most siblings." he said, "So when the asshole put me under the imperious curse this all came out and all the rumors just got worse, because you know, facts like that my sister is a lesbian don't mean a damned thing to these idiots." He finished, or well, on that part, "throw in that I'm not like the other Ravenclaws and all, I just have a huge bulls eye on me, especially in my own house." He didn't wan't to go into why his dad used that curse on him, he didn't like the fact that he had no idea what happened for one reason or another. For all he knew the rumors were right only because he was forced to do it, but he pushed any thoughts of that to the side.

"So I've never slept with my sister, and don't intend to short of being forced to by some means, because I'm not a freak and an asshole like my father." he said to sum it up, though talking about his father at all was getting him hot under the collar. "I'll be right back." Rune said, going to the counter and getting a third butterbeer, making it back without incident and sitting down, downing half the glass in a single go. "So, why is it people thought a girl as pretty as you was a freak before finding out you talk to snakes? or is it just more small minded simpletons who can't think beyond anything there told by one of their own kind?" Rune asked, not really caring as to what they thought made her a freak, in the sense that while he wanted to know it made no difference to him what others thought. Rune knew he probably sounded a little arrogant and all, but well, he admitted he could be and that's how he viewed people who assumed all gossip was fact. "But thanks for not joining in with those clowns, most people just assume that it's true"

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Lyrics: "Eye of the tiger" - Survivor

[benoite guinevere rowle]

This night is sparkling, don't you let it go,

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I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home.

I'll spend forever wondering if you knew,[/color]
I was enchanted to meet you.[/color]

She wasn’t one to lash out at people, ever but it just happened. Emotions were funny like that, she supposed. She would never get on her knees for a man like him. He was brutish and needed to be taught his place; you didn’t talk to women , or anyone else that way, it wasn’t right. She came off as a snob in instances like this, but she was, as far as they were concerned, she wanted to be thought of as such so they would leave her alone. She didn’t care for bullies, there was no need for them to be that way, and it was wrong.

She hadn’t meant to be so chatty. Normally she was rather mysterious because she never said a thing, she didn’t care to speak to people, she wasn’t the type. She didn’t talk in class, or unless she had to. Somedays she faked not knowing English to avoid speaking to people. She acted as though she didn’t understand, and just said what a lot. It worked wonders days where she didn’t want to hear things from people, though little did they know she was actually spoke their language, the language of snakes and French. Funny how naïve people could be sometimes.

She smiled, ”That’s nothing anyone should have to deal with regularly…but you seem to know how to handle yourself.” She said, bringing her hand to rest on the side of her face, leaning her lithe frame forward. ”Well, thank you, I try not to be the same as most people assume snakes are. My mother was that way, but thankfully, I’m not.” Her mother had been horribly insane, enough so. She just killed herself at the first sign of trouble, and she gave up. Benoite wasn’t that way, she wasn’t the her wanted her to be, and she didn’t really know who she was like, or who she could end up being, but she knew she would never be like her mother.

”Tame? Well, I’m certainly glad I have no family if that’s the case.” If he had it bad, she was certain she would end up dead for her beliefs at any given moment in a family gathering. She was sure the other mothers of the brothers she knew where out there somewhere were just as crazy as her mother, if not more so and she was glad most of them didn’t know she was here, or were dead. They were better off dead. ”Well, I know if I had family, they would hate me and wish terrible things on me. I’m surprised after the War that my mother was allowed out of prison; blood purity was fairly important with her as well, and the man I could call father as well I guess, but they are both dead, so I guess it’s best for me.” She said, small smile on her face, small and sympathetic. ”Though I suppose it’s good you have someone you can be close to, even if people do get the wrong idea. My mother was a twin, she and her sister were very close I’m told, though my aunt died when they were teens, I think it was part of why she was never completely alright.” She hadn’t really ever told many people about this, but she just sort of let it slip to Rune, too late to take it back now, she supposed.

She laughed lightly, ”I wouldn’t think so, most wouldn’t want to sleep with siblings, though with some purebloods, it’s just one of those things I guess…” She trailed off with a smile. She nodded as he walked off. She waited for him to return, glancing around, and the glances were rather mixed, some seemed judgemental, others just seemed mad. She could have cared less, and she looked up as he came back to sit, and she smiled lightly, her face tinting red as he said she was attractive, ”I generally think it’s because I’m slightly arrogant totwards most people and keep to myself…but often I do suppose people reject the unfamiliar, and not many people can talk to snakes.” She shrugged, ”Being veela sometimes has that effect on people too, and I am part veela as well.” She smiled, waving it off, ”I suppose the feeling could really be mutual there, but it’s not a problem, it’s nice to not be snubbed for once.”

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[rune veliospirus ravencroft]

Took my time, took my chances, went the distance, now I'm back on my feet.

Rune wasn't really sure why he was talking so much, let alone to a girl from Slytherin. This was probably about as far from normal as you got from him since he usually avoided people from that house, since all the ones to date he encountered he had had the desire to punch or worse, and well, he wasn't really mister sociable. Maybe it was because he was feeling sorta lonely after the slew of girl problems, maybe it was because she seemed to know what it was like to be on the receiving end of so much crap, maybe it was even just something to do with that vampire part of him and that he was getting a little hungry, perhaps even all three.

Rune gave a small laugh and shook his head as he said "These people are rank amateurs next to my father when he was around. Though a little surprising to see someone from your house that's not big on it." Which was true, most were really all about status in Slytherin. That being said as much shit as he got from people of that house, there was nothing slung at him about blood purity because he was a pure blood. However that still left the sister thing, the fact his mom's side is almost all gryffindor's, etc.

He listened as she said how if that was tame she was glad she had no family, and went on about her mother. "How my father or any of that side avoided jail time after the war is beyond me, I'm just glad that, thing, is rotting in Azkaban as we speak." Calling him a man would have been an insult to the entire human race. "As for being close to my sister, it's nice and all, but..." he started, trying to figure out how he wanted to explain things, "Being close to someone in the family is sort of... limited, I mean, family is supposed to care about you, assuming they got that memo, and it's not like they can cater to quite everything." He added on as started to get a better idea on what to say. "I mean, I want someone to be close to that hasn't known me my entire life, someone that isn't my family that doesn't care what I am or how I act so long as it's reasonable, that I can curl up with in bed with or well, a bit more then just curling up from time to time." he said, just sort of letting his mind wander a little but stay sort of on the topic. "Which, probably makes me seem like a big sissy." he added, seeing as most guys were like bloody cavemen with the simple desire for a girl that was attractive and put out when they wanted. Sure there were times Rune wasn't much better, but he did like something a bit more substantial.

As he was getting the drink and came back, he could feel all the people staring. Quite frankly it irritated him. And people said he had no manners and all? He then listened as she explained why she thought they were like that with her besides the snake talking bit. Though, why he found himself unusually hungry and well, unusually attracted made sense when she said she was part Veela. He'd probably be attracted anyway, but well, as his eyes scanned her over he'd probably look less like he was thinking about getting her out out of the clothes... and staring at her neck a little less. Though, he was unaware he was even doing it at the moment. "Well, arrogance is something we probably share" he replied, "And I knew something felt familiar about you, my cousins are half veela. Though, they exploit it far more then you seem to." Benoite didn't seem to flaunt it the same way his cousin's did. Which he was sort of thankful for. "Most people are too small minded about things to try and understand what's different then their perceived idea of "normal", raising his glass slightly as he said "To being outcasts, and probably smarter then the morons that make us so.", rolling his eyes before downing the last of the drink. The eye rolling for the fact there were so many people in the later category, and they were apparently surrounded by them since they were all still staring. "Think we should leave before the villagers get their torches and pitchforks?" looking around at the people who were staring. Who could care less but he hated the feeling of being watched and judged when he was just trying to talk to someone.

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[benoite guinevere rowle]

This night is sparkling, don't you let it go,

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I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home.

I'll spend forever wondering if you knew,[/color]
I was enchanted to meet you.[/color]

She shrugged, ”I’m not exactly a pureblood myself. My mother’s grandmother was a Veela, so that sort of killed the pureblood thing.” She didn’t like the concept of purebloods, eventually families had to run out, and incest had to happen. Incest was something her mother may have enjoyed, but she saw herself a little above, but it was also rather weird that she could have been forced into marrying one of her brothers, and that idea made her shiver, ”I don’t see how people can force their children to marry someone either, that’s another thing I detest about purebloods. I couldn’t be forced to marry anyone, but as I’ve said, lucky for me, I have no family to bother being troubled with.” She sounded stuck up, and distant, but it was true. Families could just cause pain as far as she saw it, and he sort of seemed to complement the train of thought in a way.

She understood that train of thought, ”My mother was one of those who claimed she’d been influenced by a curse, and then fled to France to live somewhere remote until she killed herself later on, she just couldn’t handle the fact she lost, or they lost really I guess.” She wished her mother had been imprisoned, but then she wouldn’t have existed, but worse things could have happened. She nodded, his points being valid. ”Family is very limited, or at least from what I know of it.” She said with a smile, and his next part somewhat caught her off guard. There were few people who would actually admit the need for having a companion for more then just the night. It was refreshing, really, so many of her classmates thought otherwise. ”Not a bad way to think, at all. It take a higher level of thinking them some of our peers.” She said with a smile, ”And I don’t think you are a. how you said, sissy?”

She was used to stares and other things from others; sometimes the” others” were males cat calling, and other times they were females whispering about her, looking away as she looked at them, and it was something she could hardly stand, but just had to be dealt with. Normally cat calls were a turn off, but people just looking never bothered her, his gaze sort of unnerved her, but in a good way. There was something different about it, and she wanted to do something to see if his gaze was really one her, but she was rather unsure how to make herself more attractive, so she would hold out for the time being, ”Arrogance is the story of my life, I tend to just look down on most people.” She said in passing, ”Good to see others like myself around on occasion I suppose, I do enjoy knowing others like me exist. I don’t flaunt much, there isn’t a whole lot of me to flaunt, so I do my best not to.” She wasn’t unsure of herself, but she wasn’t amazing looking, she had a few things to look down on herself for, mostly her attitude and her somewhat childlike appearance.

She smiled, and she raised her glass, and she didn’t know what else she could say but she did agree to that thought completely. ” Santé.” (cheers.) She said, finishing her own drink. She tilted her head to the side, and she nodded, ”Mm, yes I believe we should, I’m sick of being watched. I am no animal in a zoo.” She pushed her chair out lightly, not needed a lot of room to stand up, and she tilted her head to the side, and she held out her hand to her. Normally contact made her hesitate, but this time? She didn’t care so much. ”Any preference on where we are going now?” She asked with a smile.

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[rune veliospirus ravencroft]

Took my time, took my chances, went the distance, now I'm back on my feet.

"Well apparently it was easy for those freaks on that side of the family to force marriage and more on one another." Rune replied, when she brought up the forced marriage portion. "I have no idea how he stayed out the first time, but he finally got stupid when me, sis, and mom got tired of being forced to do and say things we didn't want to. So he used imperious to try and force the issue, which seeing as my uncle hadn't heard from us in a while knocked his ass out and made sure he got taken away. Probably one of the better days of my life, after he was dragged away at least." though he did add, "I'm sorry to hear your mom did that though, I don't really want to think what that could be like." He wasn't going to assume she had a good relationship with her mother, not if she was saying she lost it and all.

He gave a small laugh as she agreed, and said that it did not make him a sissy how he thought. It was nice to have somebody who actual understood him and all. That she didn't judge him on things outside his control, didn't make fun of him for trying to be a little better then other guys, any of the usual crap. "Sometimes you need to be a little arrogant to get past some of the crap others throw at you." Rune replied, though, he left the bit about her having nothing to really flaunt alone for the moment. Not because he agreed with the statement, from what he'd seen not in the least, but he was waiting on addressing that. He laughed as she got up, and said she was sick of being watched. It was really like they were some zoo exhibit. He had a better view of her as she stood up, and could actually see her long legs. She really was a pretty hot girl.

Rune stood up as well, pondering at first where they should go as he moved over to where she was and slid behind her. He put his arms around her waist as he said "You have plenty to flaunt.", kissing her neck before he added, "You have amazing legs, A great body, a beautiful and lovely face, and your breasts work perfectly with your body and figure, throw in your smarter and not a bitch, least not to me, your incredibly beautiful, and anyone who says otherwise is an idiot or jealous." Though he kept his voice down so as to not potentially embarrass her with others overhearing. He wasn't really thinking about the fact he was making more physical contact, which meant more likely she'd realize he had a lower body temperature, and the outside in the cold excuse that worked on him in a moment of stupidity probably wouldn't work on her. "Why don't we head up to one of the inn rooms? Far more private and quicker to get to, no more people interfering with us simply talking." he said as he decided to pose that idea. Though, it was clear in his voice he was thinking of doing a little more then talking. What could he say, part veela, attractive, delicious smelling blood, impulse control under those circumstances was kind of out of his hands, though he did have enough to not do something like put her up against the wall right here and get started so to speak.

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