Careful What You Do - Open

[benoite guinevere rowle]

Be careful what you do,

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'Cause God is watching your every move.

Hold my hand in the dark street,[/color]
For if you do, I know that I'll be safe.[/color]

Benoite moved out of the castle, and she sighed. She didn't know what to do with herself today. She'd pull her hair up and she had made rounds, and she'd done homework. She sighed, and she moved her self from the halls back to the common room to change clothes. She pulled her lounging about clothes off, and she pulled on a skirt, and some heels. She buttoned her shirt, and she put on her large assortment of jewelry. She pulled her hair into a bun, and she moved from the dorms. After the dorm, she moved from the dungeon. She walked up the stairs, not looking at anyone as she passed them. She kept her face deadpan, and her eyes fixed ahead of her. She walked smoothly, and she didn't smile or acknowledge those who stared at her. They were beneath her, she didn't need them.

She stepped out into the sun, and she squinted a bit. She stepped down into the dirt, and she began moving towards Hogsmeade. Nothing in the castle for now, and that would be something. She could feel her hair starting to fall out as she walked, and the terrain became slightly uneven. She sighed, and she stopped for a second, and just let it down. It really was useless to keep it up sometimes. She didn't like it falling down. She either wanted it up or down. She growled at it, and she swept it over one shoulder. She hated having it down sometimes, but she hated having it falling out. If she could just keep it in one place, she'd be fine. If it were down, she couldn't help but touch it. Lose lose situation really.

She got off the situation of her hair, and she finally reached Hogsmeade, she couldn't see anyone else she cared to speak to, so she just decided to go have a Butterbeer. She moved into the Three Broomsticks and she sat at a table by the window after ordering her drink. She leaned her head against the wall, and she sipped her drink silently. She swallowed, and she let her eyes drift towards the table. She could hear men whisper about her, and some women too. About how crazy her mother was, and how no one could ever tell who her father was. In time, they would know. She would tell them all, show them who was crazy and powerful. She and her father's old followers would show them all, Potters, Weasleys, and all others. Though, there was a Potter in her life that could change her mind, but really, if he knew who she was, would he still care? It was a thought she didn't want to bother with right this moment, so she would just have her drink and sit silently.

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Lyrics: Misa No Uta[Translated] - Aya Hirano
Credits: Me[/font][/size]

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~ As much as it thrills me ~

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I wanna get off this ride
But gravity holds me
Yet grace calls me to the side [/font][/size][/color]


“Urgh!”. Frustrated, James kicked a pebble.
His mood had just went under freezing point.
This could easily have been the most **** day of the month.
The cut he got at herbology yesterday had opened again and
started bleeding profusely, which had lead to him having to go
to the hospital wing to get new stitches. Also, he’d spilled ink all
over his Potions essay, which had took him ages to complete!
He hated potions! Oh, and as if that hadn’t been enough for one
day, he’d also ran into Albus in the corridors. Literally.
He hated running into his younger brother. It hurt him to
ignore the little brat, but he couldn’t bring himself to start
talking to Albus as long as he was wearing his Slytherin robes.
It was just too confronting.

Cursing, James continued his walk. He didn’t curse that much,
but sometimes, it just felt good to express your hate to
everything and everyone in swearwords. It worked to get
everything off your chest. ‘Karma’s a bitch’ his best friend
always said, and he was right. From curse and swear-words,
James slowly developed towards songs. He started humming
quietly first, going louder and louder, until he was singing lustily.
And falsely. Really, anyone who’d pass now would probably wish
he’d just kept it to cursing. But how false it might have been,
the singing did got James in a better mood, and by the time he
passed the borders of Hogsmeade, he was almost cheery.
The moody thoughts were still there, but they were suppressed
by an aura of forced cheeriness.

He didn’t need to think of where to go as his feet automatically
brought him to the best pub in town. The Three Broomsticks, of
course. Upon entering, he noticed the pub was quite full.
In a cheery mood, he decided to try and be social.
James strolled to the bar and ordered a butterbeer.
Taking a swing of his drink, he let his eyes glide over the crowd.
In the corner, next to a window, was a girl. He thought.
Well, he could only see her back, and had no idea who she could be,
but she was sitting alone, and he knew she should be around
his age. Still a Hogwarts student.
In a sudden impulse, James walked up to the girl’s table
and slumped down. “Well hello darling!
Decided to skip school today?” He grinned, taking a swing of his drink…

… and nearly spitting it out when he saw who was in front of him.
“Lémieux?!” he sputtered.

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TAGS? Voldy junior I
LYRICS? Hate the World today - Starfield
NOTES? It’s awfully short… :/
WORDS? 430
CREDITS? Avan Jogia, Starfield, me

[benoite guinevere rowle]

Be careful what you do,

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'Cause God is watching your every move.

Hold my hand in the dark street,[/color]
For if you do, I know that I'll be safe.[/color]

Benoite didn't really know what was going on here today, nothing it seemed. She didn't mind nothing, sometimes nothing was better then something. She didn't like to be bothered usually, and she wasn't being right now. That was perfect far as she saw it. She would have a few drinks, eat, then go back to her dorm and the day would be over. No class, no nothing. She was a Riddle, she didn't need class. She was perfect the way she was. She tossed her long hair a bit, and she glanced as she heard some people making a noise or two behind her. Her gaze on them was cold, and she wanted nothing to do with any of them. She wanted nothing to do with most people a lot of the time, she was a bit of a snob, it seemed.

And, just as her silence was coming back from the noises behind her, more noises came to her attention in the form of almost a cat-call of sorts. She felt her thin lips pull tight over her white teeth, and she knew the voice. Everyone knew that voice, and since she actually had a friend in this family, she felt a bit of a mixed bag of emotions when it came to Potters. SHe knew she needed to hate them, but the Potters had raised Albus, and he wasn't a bad person at all. On the contrary really, she quite liked Albus. She made a pleasant enough face at James, who didn't seem too happy to see her, once he realized she wasn't a girl he could just coerced into something or other in a flurry of fancy words. "Potter." She said with a kurt expression.

She brought her glass to her mouth, and one of her long legs reached beneath the short table, shoving a chair out. "Sit, don't, I could care less." She said with a cocky smirk. She knew he was uncomfortable with her, didn't like her, or whatever it was. She knew he something'd her, whether it was a good something or a bad one, he wasn't really sure. "How's your darling brother? It's been a bit since I've seen him." She said with a wrinkle of her nose. He may have thought she was being condecending, but she wasn't at all. She did rather fancy the other Potter boy, and by rather she meant a good deal. Enough to make her would be family nervous, she did know that much.

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Words: 603
Outfit: Here
Muse:Deathnote
Lyrics: Misa No Uta[Translated] - Aya Hirano
Credits: Me[/font][/size]

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~ As much as it thrills me ~

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I wanna get off this ride
But gravity holds me
Yet grace calls me to the side [/font][/size][/color]


In nearly all situations, James would have stood up and
got out rather than sitting on the same table with this
particular girl. Lémieux. He knew he didn’t really have
a reason to despise her as much as he did. Of course,
she was a Slytherin, but while James generally wasn’t
fond of them, he wasn’t that predjudiced that he
would really, purely hate someone for the mere fact
that they were in there. No, there was something with
this girl that made him feel uneasy. Still, the way she
‘invited’ him to sit down left no doubt in what he would
do. There was no way in hell that he, James Sirius Potter,
would back down on something that was so obviously a
challenge. “I guess I’ll take you up on that seat then…”
he replied in a carefully measured voice. James pulled
back the chair and sat down, remaining on his guard.

Her next words made him do a double take over and
earned her a scowl. “Albus?” he questioned. He had
noticed that his little ASP of a brother and this strange
Slytherin girl were quite close. This might seem normal,
since they were both in the same house, yet a little
voice in the back of his head told him that he didn’t like
it. “My Darling brother?” he repeated, empathising
the caring middle word. He noticed her wrinkle her nose
and wondered why she was doing that. Was it about
the fact that she hadn’t seen Albus that much lately?
Had she missed him? Or maybe it was because of
the horrible feeling on her tongue when she had said
‘Darling’ in regard of his little Slytherin brother, James
considered amused. Or maybe he just put too much
thought into this. The snob-girl’s face was most likely
pulled into a wrinkle or a scowl every two seconds.
And why did he care anyway?

Okay, so maybe, really maybe, he hadn’t been that
honest. For as much as he’d seen the girl, she usually
looked quite neat. Not smiling, and he would never,
ever, use the word ‘hot’ for her, but… she didn’t look
that bad. Or that evil, for all he cared. And maybe he
had been lying about the no prejudices a tiny bit as
well…Sure, what he’d said about Slytherins had been
true, but Benoite Guinevere Lémieux wasn’t your
average Slytherin. She was the daughter of that crazy
Lémieux-woman. And an unknown father... who
perhaps, might be even more crazy. People whispered
about it, about how no-one of sane and good
nature would ever make a child with a woman like
that. They whispered and gossiped, and tried to
guess who the crazy guy could be...

So yeah, he did have a good reason to be a bit
distrustful towards her offspring. Thinking this,
he glanced over at the girl sitting in front of him
once more. For the first time ever, James wondered
what it had been like for her. Would she really feel
all that proud of her mother? Or would the girl,
deep down in her heart, show a bit of regret for
her mother’s deeds? And now we are talking about
parentage anyway. Who the hell was this girl’s
father? James couldn’t think of anyone who
knew this particular little fact. Strange.

Still, this was not what he was interested to.
James quickly dragged his mind back to the
original topic. Albus. Albus, Lémieux and the
fact that he was sipping a drink with the
Slytherin girl at this very moment, though he
knew he could not stand her. Dear Merlin,
what had he gotten himself into?



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TAGS? Voldy junior I
LYRICS? Hate the World today - Starfield
NOTES? Mistakes fixed, so the word count is slightly wrong, and it might not all be that 'following' anymore. There is still the weird part about her mothers 'deeds', but...
WORDS? 605
CREDITS? Avan Jogia, Starfield, me