Open The Sweet Sting Of Victory

[Yuelia Rossingol]

Yuelia had done it. She had retained the one thing she had to call her own - her title - all the way through school. It didn't matter now what Chaos had said, or the dirty looks that Penelope had given her, or even the fact that her arms and face were stinging with cuts from Emmanuel's spell. She maintained her crown, and she was queen of her domain.

She twiddled her wand between her fingers, planning to fix herself up, but decided against it. Instead, she merely dabbed at her cheek with her handkerchief, wincing a little at the sting. But it was something she could feel - pain, along with sheer relief, and somewhere buried underneath, elation. Yuelia leaned against the wall, and with all the turbulent rush of emotion and feeling in her chest, all she could think to do was laugh. It was a strange, strained laugh, echoing in the empty hall of the dungeons. But it didn't matter to her right now - sure, she was alone, but she was the queen. Nobody could take that away from her now.

 

[Chaos Zhefarovich II]

Chaos Zhefarovich the Second watched the Dueling Tournament, and honestly, he was impressed with how his... She wasn't even an ex so he did not know what to call her. They were... They made out before, and she liked him and he rejected her brutally last year. Sometimes, he found himself wondering if he had done the right thing - or if he was doing what his dad would have done. That did not sit well with him, but who would understand that? He doubted anyone would so for now, he would have a little bit of fun while Yuelia was feeling good.

Maybe not physically since she was cut up pretty bad. Chaos made himself known by approaching the Slytherin prefect while she was leaned against the wall, but kept out of hitting distance for a reason. "If I didn't know better, I thought a banshee was singing a song but it was you." Chaos wondered if he would earn a curse for that little quip, but why not rile her up a bit? She was fun when she was feisty.​

 

[Yuelia Rossingol]

Yuelia's laughter briefly stopped at the voice, and she quickly turned on her heel, wand still in hand, to face Chaos with an icy glare. Truthfully, it still hurt to see him, but she didn't want that to be so obvious. Not when, for today, she was beneath nobody. "Did you wish for me to curse you as well?" she responded, lightly, remembering poor Todd coughing up slugs after their duel. Perhaps it would be fun to see Chaos so dishevelled, though she knew he was better than letting himself get caught like that - and she knew she had to be on her best behaviour when it came to magic around the school. "Perhaps I could dangle you from the ceiling, if I am to be considered beneath you. Do you not have better things to do?"

 

[Chaos Zhefarovich II]

Oh even that icy glare was attractive. Perhaps it was because he knew that it was reserved just for him. Chaos did hurt her pretty bad after all. He raised his hands up to show that he was unarmed, though he had no doubt in his mind that she could try. He could also just cast Protego wandlessly now. "Let's not get you into any more trouble. You just barely hung on to that badge of yours from your little mishap last year. I'd hate to see you lose it for good." Who hadn't heard of what she had done to that statue? It failed miserably, and he expected more from someone that he used to make out with. "Oh now, that actually hurts, Yuelia. I never once considered you beneath me," Chaos lied flawlessly. ​