The Devil May Care

[Lily Cliffeton]

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<SIZE size="50">If ever there was a night, where being a prefect sucked it was halloween. Lily had no interests in the day itself. She didn't like the candy that was given out, she didn't like the fact you had to be a scary, or funny thing. In fact, the entire day was hated by every bone in the teenagers body. Lily Fossil had once been the type to actually like a day like Halloween. Back when she had still been going by Livia. That had been an odd time. It wasn't like it had been a short decision to change back to just being Lily, in all respects, but there had come a time in the Slytherin's existance at school where she ahd realised that being Livia was no serving her well. She was Lily Fossil, and a proud Fossil at that. A dancer first, a witch second and a b!tch third. The girl had never taken much time to look into making long term friends, that and she drove most people away. Her need to be better than them, and the words that sprung easily to her lips had long sent people running. Even though in the grand scheme of things Lily was not exactly a terrible person. She just couldn't hold back. And this was why, she had been most surprised at her title of prefect. After all, Lily had never once been the perfect student. Although clearly the fifth years were worse than she was, since it appeared the it had been two sixth year slytherins that had been appointed prefects. Which also surprised the now Slytherin prefect. However this new title, brought Lily a whole lot of issues that she had never once thought she would have to deal with. Like attending the Halloween feast, something she had long stopped doing. Having spent very little time preparing for the day, Lily had been faced with a problem upon trying to figure out what to be. She had stood in front of her wardrobe and thought about what she could possibly be. After much thinking, and annoyance at how silly this was, the Slytherin decided on a red dress. And her costume of being the devil. Sometime she thought would be more than a little appropriate considering her usual ways. The dress itself was one she had planned to wear for the Yuleball, but had in the end decided that it was not the right dress for that event. The main part of the dress, was strapless and had a bodice design in red. As the dress travel to her waist, the dress fitted perfectly around it. Bringing it in and making her waist appear smaller than it was. The edge of the skirt was short in nature, it stopped a little below her bottom. However, this was not the only part of the dress, since from the middle area of her dress, the was a longer skirt, almost like a cloak, it was red, and floaty in nature. And as she walked it trailed upon the floor. The dress was quite something. Adding to her outfit, Lily added a pair of black heels with a bow on the side of each shoe. If Lily was completely honest as she stood in front of the mirror in her dorm room she was impressed. The shoes made her legs look longer than they already were, and the dress brought in her waist and made her look skinny. How she liked it. Letting her hair down in long wavy strands made it look fuller, and it looked better when she then added the devil horns. All in all it was a good costume.

After spending a minimal amount of time in the Great Hall, Lily Fossil decided that enough was enough. She didn't want to have to spend another minute with any of the people in that room. The costumes she'd seen were silly, they'd been generic, and no one had really looked that nice. She thought she'd looked pretty good in comparison. However, she didn't enter the contest and had clapped politely with the outcome. As a prefect would do. Now that she was really no longer needed in the feast, Lily had gotten up from the Slytherin table and left the room. She'd walked in her usual fashion, ignoring all those around her, and holding her head up to show she was better than the losers that surrounded her. "Prefects are nice She reminded herself mentally. She could not appear to them as mean as she was in her head. Which was difficult, and she'd really been tested At the feast. Now she knew that she could manage an evening without wanting to call someone a stupid cow, or tell them how horrible they looked. She could do it mentally, and yet smile and pretend that everything was okay, and that she did not hate the person. Her hazel brown eyes surveyed the corridor for the dungeons and then her mind decided that she would not head straight back to that place. Instead she took one look at the grand staircase and headed upwards. Not, that far up, in her mind she was heading the the prefects common room. It was a good quiet place where she could avoid most of the school. And it was definitely on such a night like this going to be quiet. But, as she walked the first floor corridor, her feet took her somewhere else. Pulling the horns from her hair, as the soft tapping of her heeled shoes upon the ground, she noticed the door which lead to a classroom. As much as Lily hated school and work, this classroom was a pretty great place. It was quiet almost all of the time, and it was the perfect place for her to be when she wanted to do some magic practicing without the preying eyes of anyone. However as with anything in Hogwarts no person was really ever that alone in any place, it was only a matter of time before someone joined them. And Lily knew this would happen if she went into the room. However even with this thought upon her mind, the Slytherin, still reached out opened the door and stepped inside the dark room. Lily who had not taken her wand with her to the Feast was actually regreting that decision. The room was dark and she wasn't sure how to make it light. Walking the other end, Lily managed to open the blinds, and the moonlight of the spring night shone into the room. The prefect had a satisfied smile on her face as she kept her eyes out the window. The moonlight was streaming in. Giving her tanned skin an odd glow. It was as she stood looking out the window, that she heard the door handle turn. It was at this point again where she wished she'd brought her wand with her. But while inwardly cursing her stupidity, her hazel eyes stuck to the door, and did not look away. She would wait to see who it was, and then decide what she would do about it.​

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[Benson Thacker]

The feast was, as always, quite a spectacular occasion in the school year and it was just about the only time in the year where Benson put all his efforts into his appearance. From zombies to house elves, Benson had done them all and this year he decided to go as the one creature that managed to scare the living daylight out of him; a dementor. He didn't know a single person who wasn't terrified of these creatures even the thought of them made his skin scrawl and so, with that in mind, Benson had once again placed in all his efforts into this years costume. Some years he would be preparing his costume weeks in advance, others a couple of days, there was one year where he managed to put his costume together in a mere couple of hours and yet still managed to look like a realistic Ron Weasley. This year however, Ben had only been preparing two days in advance and as he stood in front of his mirror on the highly anticipated night, he felt no regret giving himself such a short amount of time to prepare, he looked just as he wanted, like a dementor. The thick black cloak that trailed onto the floor was ripped and torn in places, it hung over his body in a way that it gave a sort of illusion that there was in fact, no young wizard beneath it but instead a gangly foul creature. A tattered hood was pulled over his head leaving only his mouth to be seen, a mouth that had been - with great detail - painted almost identically to match the stale skin of a dementor. Benson was proud to say that he had successfully done it again and with that he allowed himself just one more minute in front of the mirror before hurrying off to tonight's big celebration.

Nearing the end of the night, Benson felt a sudden wave of tiredness wash over him, he put it down to all he had eaten in the space of just a couple of hours, it really wasn't human. He patted his satisfied stomach with a black painted hand and managed to convince himself that it was okay to leave the feast early this year. Usually Ben was one of the kids who were last to leave but this year, dare he say it, he felt a little bored and so he informed Clara that he was going to bed and then left the animated hall. He did in one sense feel a little guilty that he was leaving so early this was just not like him. Maybe he was growing up? He physically shook this thought from his mind. No way was he growing out of Halloween, he was only sixteen for heavens sake? That being said, there was a side of him that felt nothing more than relief at the reassuring thought of his bed just a few minutes away. The make-up on his face began to itch as he trudged up yet another flight of stairs, he brought a shredded piece of cloth from his arm and began to wipe his already fading, face paint in it. It didn't make much of a difference and with a grumpy sigh of defeat breezing from his smudged lips he gave up trying and just continued to walk up the corridor. Just in front of him he could see a small huddle of children, first years he presumed, whispering excitedly in their small circle before racing down past him. It actually made him stop in his tracks, he could only imagine what kind of little pranks would be waiting for him up on the seventh floor and seeing as he left early he would most likely be the unlucky prankee to them all.

He wasn't in the mood for the feast nor was he in the mood to have something slushed onto him, standing now, in the corridor, his arms folded across his chest he looked around him. The entire corridor was empty, he could just stay there? Sitting on a windowsill for a while didn't seem like such a bad idea. But he soon realised where he was standing. It was the second floor corridor, and directly across from him was one of his favourite places: the abandoned classroom. It was the perfect solution, it was always a good escape and even though he knew it was going to be beyond cold in the dingy room, it was better than sitting on the cold slab of marble windowsill. Benson threw down his hood, his bright red hair contrasting dramatically with his faded black face paint and even as he stepped into the dark room, he was sure his hair was still visible. It was only after he shut the door behind him that he realised, there was someone else in the so-called abandoned room. It was a girl, in a stunning red dress highlighting her slender figure, her legs looked never ending, her hair fell effortlessly around her and from the little that he could see in the dark, she was beautiful. "Ehh..." He mumbled awkwardly, filling the silence while he reached into the back pocket of the black jeans under his cloak. "I just eh - it's eh, just a little dar- lumos." He fumbled in attempts to explain himself before just lighting up the entire room. Maybe the girl liked the dark? As the light poured from the tip of his wand he realised who the beautiful girl was across the room and he all of a sudden didn't care too much whether the girl liked the room dark. He had managed to avoid any sort of confrontation with this girl since about third year. "Lily" He drawled, he knew it was a poor idea leaving the feast early.

 

[Lily Cliffeton]

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<SIZE size="50">It had not been a necessary desire for the darkness that the room had which had led her to such a place, more the solitude that the place provided. If this was because it was dark that was something completely different. Lily Fossil had been having a fairly simple term despite the fact that she had never really paid much attention in the classes she had attended. The dark brown eyes were staring directly at the door to the room as it opened. She had no idea who on earth it could be, but was pretty much ready to use her status as a prefect to get him or her to leave the room. Lily had not really used it in such a fashion as of yet, but it wasn't something she had ignored in her thinking. The slytherin knew that strictly speaking it wasn't allowed, but she was a SLytherin, and more to the she was Lily Fossil, who hated doing anything she was told especially from witches and wizards who thought themselves as superior to muggles. Not that most did, but it was quite normal she assumed for them to feel like they did. Lily knew that she was just sticking it out in school. Considering that now she was a prefect, it was like she had to be around, To be a perfect student rather than what she was normally the worst. It was a little annoying if she was perfectly honest. BUt, now it wasn't like her to be hjonest. She'd built most of her reputation on the fact that she wasn't honest. She had pretended to be someone that she wasn't. She had pretended to be someone who had died and was a mere memory in her mind, so she had to even admit to herself that if this was the first time she'd play the prefect card for her own advantage it would not necessarily be a bad thing. She was just being true to herself rather than true to what her school and peers wanted her to be. A lone figure entered the room. The brunette scanned the figure and noted that it was a boy, who was tall, probably around her age. She stood in silence as it was clear the person in front of her was doing the exact same as hat she had just done to him. Seeing and trying to figure out if it was a friend or a threat. As a slytherin, she pretty much figured that matched with her they would not be a threat, but without her wand, she was just a helpless brunette wearing dress with high heels that would make it fairly difficult to run away. Lily Fossil kept her eyes on the figure as he took out his wand and muttered the easiest spell in the book. Lumos. The room was suddenly filled with light and after giving her eyes a few minutes to she saw who it was. And at the same time the person made the same realisation.

Lily Fossil hadnn't even realised that the person had spoken before saying her name. She flashed a sly smile at the boy, Benson Thacker. The mere thought of all the times she'd annoyed him, made her smile. Those were the days. Althoght they'd managed to stay pretty far apart over the past couple of years, Lily had to say it was funny to her that on this night in the dark, empty classroom, they'd stumbled upon on another. "Benson" She said in an almost mocking tone, if that was even possible when saying a name. She pulled tugged down on the edge of the skirt of the dress as she took a few steps towards where the boy was standing. "Well hasn't it been a while. " Lily stopped a few steps away the boy. "I see you've put a lot of effort into Halloween. I have to say it's a great improvement on your usual face and expression." Lily let her eyes scan the boy. A dementor. how Boring. She then looked to her own outfit and smiled. She liked the dress, the way it graciously hugged her waist. She knew that it was a lot better than what he was wearing it was somethjing that helped show everything that Lily liked about herself. It showed her pose as a dancer. "I'm not that surprised though. I really didn't think you'd ever make an effort to do anything. Why should halloween be any different. I mean you couldn't even become a prefect." Lily said in a mocking tone. She knew who the Gryffindor prefects were, and while she was sure he'd been the better pupil he'd still not gotten the role. Whereas she had. Maybe a year late, but still. She had the badge and he did not. That in her mind counted for a hell of a lot. Lily grinned at him, she wondered if he knew about the fact she was a prefect. It didn't bother if he did or didn't, Lily didn't care about the boy in front of her. He was just some dorky kid with ginger hair. A nobody. And Lily was well, Slytherin and she wasn't dorky. Not in the slightest. Lily met the boys eyes and just smiled, mockingly. As if she knew a hundred of his secrets. As much as they'd spent time at each other's throats, it made her smile. Annoying people made her smile. The inner b!tch that only made an appearance with someone she couldn't stand the normal company of. This person, the gryffindor that she had always had a deep hatred for, was still someone who could make the b1tch in her smile. All she hoped for him, was that after this meeting they'd never have to interact again.​

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