The Raven and The Snake

[Rebecca Koshiba]

Rebecca held her head up as she walked into the Great Hall. She had been away from this school for months and yet she still held the same anger towards that boy that she had when she had left. To be honest, she was surprised that she was still holding such a grudge; it was the strangest of feelings. At the tender age of thirteen, Bex really wanted to make a clean start and so as she made her way over to the Slytherin table, facing the Ravenclaw table, she proceeded to place herself between two of her housemates, who may have possibly been younger than her, and started to place her food on her plate. One thing she had learned fairly quickly while at Hogwarts was that apparently the house elves here couldn't make noodles. Pita could make noodles. It was too bad she couldn't pack him in her suitcase and bring him along; it would help her out so much. She was sure that Fukuro and Neko would thank her for it, considering the amount of times she forgot to feed them.

Well, it wasn't that she forgot, she was just always doing something else at the time, so it made it hard to be able to get away and make sure that they still had food. Obviously, most of the time they didn't, because in the middle of a study session or class, she would suddenly hear her animals calling for her. Fukuro often pulled at her hair and Neko would jump into her lap, which usually drove her completely insane. Even though she preferred her animals over any actual people, she didn't want them jumping all over her nice, clean uniform and making it all dirty. That just would not do, not at all. However, as Bex looked up, having stopped filling her plate, which wasn't exactly what you would call full anyway, she saw at the Ravenclaw table, exactly the person she would rather have gone the rest of her life without ever seeing.

That boy from the Owlery. Funny thing, she had no idea what his name was, she had no desire to know what his name was, but she knew that face, she would always remember that face. It was his fault that she had gotten a dislocated arm and a broken wrist in the first place. It was all his fault and she would never forgive him. If he hadn't pushed her down the stairs, none of this would have happened. As it was, her mother had been rather distraught when she had heard, though Bex had only told her that she had been hurt, not by whom, or how. After all, she didn't know who this boy was and didn't want to risk him being from some lower-class family. Otherwise, Bex would be contaminated.

She shivered at the thought and continued to glare at the boy across the table as she ate her chicken salad and biscuits. Even though she had a sweet tooth, Bex made it a rule that she did not eat sweets before breakfast. So far she had done well to keep rule, but it was really only a matter of time before she broke down and could no longer handle it, considering she was getting steadily more annoyed by the minute and she had barely touched her food. One thing that made her happy about this experience though, was possibly the knowledge that he seemed to be just as put out, by all this as she was. It was nice to know she had left behind a legacy, at least when it came to this boy, anyway.
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[Dante Vittori]

Dante hated the Great Hall. He disliked the atmosphere that came with the Great Hall. There were always people around, everywhere. He hated the noise, how every one in the entire room decided that they had to talk to their friends, family, and complete strangers. They all ate too loud. They were breathing too loud, and it drove the Ravenclaw crazy. The smell of meat was sending his stomach negative vibes, and someone was brushing up against him. Did people not know what personal space meant? He wished that he could just go to the kitchen or something, but he was already here. What possessed him to come here in the first place? Nothing here was important to him, not even Raziel was here, so why was Dante? Dante stared down at his plate, which had little more than a piece of broccoli on it. He could not eat much under these conditions. He was not sure what he was trying to find in the broccoli, but whatever he was searching for, he was not finding it. Right now, the sun was probably a better thing to stare at than this green vegetation.

Dante jabbed at the broccoli apathetically. It was then that he decided that starvation was a better option if it meant that he would be in solitude. He looked up from his broccoli, and paused. He narrowed his eyes as they sharped on the image of that little pest he had ran into at the Owlery. Her name was irrelevant. The school should have her kind of people thrown out, she was obviously some sort of filthy mudblood or something, that was the only excuse for her barbarian behaviour. Pulling him down the stairs, causing him to have to go to the hospital wing was only something a simpleton would do, further educated people would have done a much better job if they wanted to kill him. His mother nearly died when she found out, she was already a weak woman, he did not need to have her fussing over him. It was annoying having her write to him all the time, but having her touch him when he returns from school? It was too much. He matched her unfaltering glare with a cold one of his own, totally ignoring his previous plans of leaving the room. Dante stood up from the Ravenclaw table, and walked over to the Slytherin table. He cared little for confused looks, and stood overbearingly over some new little Slytherins. When they failed to realise that he wished for them to remove themselves, he simply pushed himself between them, shoved their plates to the side and stared at the unnamed girl.

The pure blood grabbed an unclaimed plate, and pulled in in front of him, before dropping some broccoli on the plate, without letting his eyes leave the girl. "Mudblood." He stated, poking his broccoli with his fork. he knew nothing of her blood status, but since she was so incompetent, rude and obviously under educated, he assumed that she had to be a filthy mudblood. They were quite similar.​

 

[Rebecca Koshiba]

Rebecca blinked slightly as the boy decided it would be prudent for him to invade her personal space. Not to mention the two first years he had just shoved out of the way. That was rude. Rebecca frowned at the boy as he continued to go about his business as if he just belonged there. He did not belong there. Had he belonged there, he would already be here, in Slytherin colours, not in Ravenclaw colours and she would probably know his name, instead of referring to him as simply, the boy. She didn't much care though, this boy did not need, nor did he deserve a name. As far as she was concerned he was an ant beneath her shoes that was not even worth her paying attention too. So as he filled his plate, sort of, Bex turned to ignoring him. She looked down at her chicken and biscuits and was about to return to eating it when she suddenly froze where she was.

Mudblood. Was he serious? This uneducated thing was assuming that she, Rebecca Koshiba, was a mudblood? That was entirely rude, wrong and one hundred percent not the point. Rebecca knew that everyone had a position. Why, even muggles and muggleborns held their usefulness. Rebecca however did feel rather offended at being assumed as some of a less superior position. Her parents would roll in their graves if they knew. Perhaps they did, seeing as they were always watching over her, as far as she liked to believe in that silly muggle superstition.

It seemed that Rebecca was going to have to set this boy straight on many of his seemingly misconstrued notions. Bex sat her fork on the table beside her plate, clasped her hands together, placed them on her lap. She looked up at the boy, leaned forward to look him in the eye and almost smirked, but didn't. "Wrong." She kept her gaze on his for several seconds before leaning back, unclasping her hands, grabbing her fork again and going back to her food. She could care less if he was confused or not by her claims. It was bad enough that she was being glared at by some of the older students for associating with an unknown boy from Ravenclaw, but it was not like she was doing it on purpose. She also did not exactly just invite this boy over for a picnic, he moved himself and she was only too happy to make him as uncomfortable as possible. If he left, good, it did not bother her one tiny bit.
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[Dante Vittori]

In all honesty, Dante cared little for her blood status. She could have been a pureblood, but he would naturally expect someone with similar breeding to himself to have more respect than she had shown him. Either way, he did not like he. He did not respect her. And he did not care that she saw fit to correct him. It simply meant that she either lied, or she was not as repulsive as he had originally thought. Either scenario was irrelevant, as it did not directly relate to her prior conduct at the North Tower. He rose his eyebrow at her, wondering whether she was attempting to provoke some sort of reaction from him. What was she trying to achieve, leaning over the table in such a way? Whether she were on the other side of the room, or on his plate, his ability to care for her response was very limited. He dropped his eyes lazily and returned to enjoying his meal. Her opinion, and herself in general were none of his concern, really.

And while some members of the table seemed to be suffering from distress at his presence, Durante continued to eat their food. The school system made little sense to him, and the Italian would eat where he pleased. It just so happened that he fancied eating right where he was today, and if someone had a problem with it, he would diligently note their opposition, and return to his meal. He resolved to even pour himself a glass of water. He nodded to the irritation across from him, and sipped his water. If she wished to be sarcastic and attempt to provoke him, he would do the exact same, going to far as to wear a fake smile.
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[Rebecca Koshiba]

I am so sorry this has taken this long, we can make it really short to end it if you want!

Rebecca really just wanted this boy to leave. He was annoying her and she wished him gone. Whether he took his food with him or not, was nothing of her concern, just him gone would be very enlightening for her to be perfectly honest. She was lying to herself by saying that he was not bothering her. He very much was bothering her and even his face was starting to irritate her. Mostly because from a creative perspective, his face was, what some people might call, attractive. He had a strong jawline, nice eyes, good hair and his face was pretty symmetrical, not that she was really paying all that much attention, after all, she did not like him, she loathed his very existence and wished he would remove himself from her presence, but he didn't appear to want the same thing as her, he seemed to be trying to intentionally annoy her and Bex had to wonder why he would want to be such an insolent and arrogant, annoying little child.

Rebecca continued to attempt to ignore him. But she wasn't doing very well at it at all. Just his presence was enough to aggravate her and so she did something she would never have done under any normal circumstances. She stood up, lifted her cup and tipped the remainder of the liquid over the boys head. Pumpkin juice was notoriously hard to wash out and Bex honestly felt like a barbarian by doing so, but she felt as if her pride had been destroyed by his presence and so as he remained stunned, she lifted his own cup and upended it over his head as well, not caring whether it actually got him. She was mad and she wanted him to know it.
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