Unfortunate Exchange

Brayden Chevalier

Vain • Arrogant
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OOC First Name
Kaitlyn
Blood Status
Mixed Blood
Relationship Status
Single
Sexual Orientation
Heterosexual
Wand
14 3/4" Slightly Springy Red Oak with Manticore Stinger
Age
7/2034
After finally getting used to the atrocity that were the robes of Slytherin, and all other houses, Brayden Zhefarovich decided that he needed some time to really get used to the others that had just horrific hair and just, ugly looks. Brayden took an hour on his hair alone to make sure each and every strand was absolutely perfect. He had to make sure his robes were without wrinkles, which was hard enough to do without a spell to do it, or an iron. Brayden looked over himself once more in the mirror before heading out toward the trophy room. He wanted to find and see if he had any relatives that earned anything. His mother, Alyssa, was no prefect or head girl, so she would not be listed. But his uncle was Head Boy back in the day, and also into Quidditch, which was too dirty for him to sink his teeth into. He would gladly watch it from afar. Brayden eventually found his way out of the dungeons and found the trophy room after asking some older students.

Entering the trophy room, Brayden looked over the many trophies that existed. This entire corridor was just slammed, and luckily, there was not much dust anywhere. They must have just cleaned up. Brayden scanned with his blue eyes over the names, trying to find someone he recognized. Anyone with the surname of Styx, Snow or Zhefarovich and they would be related to him. He finally managed to find the Quidditch ones, and found many relatives. Quidditch was in his blood, but the skills to play skipped over his genes. His father never played. No, his father was an ex-Auror, ex-Saint Mungo's Healer and now just healing on the side. They were living off of their modeling money as well as from the jobs that his father held. Brayden managed to see his reflection, and gosh darnit, one strand of hair! He quickly moved his fingers, struggling to fix it.
 
Analei's hair was up in a messy bun, her uniform thrown on. Sure, she made sure that she looked presentable, but really, who was she trying to impress? Analei was sure she looked absolutely fine, the way she was. The blonde Hufflepuff student had gotten up early to walk around, and get to know the castle and her area a bit better. Analei knew she would grow frustrated quickly if she had to try find her way on a deadline - or if she was already running late. If she could walk around at her own pace today, it would make life easier tomorrow. The Fourth Floor was of interest to her, though she imagined the Student Lounge to get too busy for her to make it her second home, she was sure she'd be going to the Library a lot, and was glad that it was on the same floor as her House room. Analei had moved down to the Third Floor, the only room of notice so far had been the Hospital Wing, but as she pushed on another door, seeing she had found the trophies made Analei smile. She didn't expect to find any familiar names on the trophies, but she was interested to see what people got trophies for - perhaps she'd get one, one day. Unfortunately, the room already had someone in it, though he seemed more interested in his reflection than what was actually written on the trophy. Analei rolled her eyes. "Your hair looks fine." She said aloud, before closing her eyes briefly, wishing she hadn't said anything. Where was that self control?
 
Brayden turned around sharply as he heard someone comment that his hair looks fine. The Part-Veela looked over the girl, a Hufflepuff. And her outfit was so messy, and her hair just made Brayden wear a notable scowl of disgust. How could someone go out in public looking like that? Hell, when he went to bed, he even looked presentable. He fixed the small piece of hair, before scoffing, “Ugh, were you raised in a cave? What is with that?” Brayden motioned toward her outfit and her hair with his hand. How could she even be in his presence, of someone so neatly put together, when she looked like she was raised in a barn. “Actually, don’t even explain yourself. There is just no excuse.” Brayden was not picking a fight, at least, not in his eyes. If someone could open her eyes to how gross she looked, then she might put herself together better in the future.
 
Analei had only moments to hope that her saying something wouldn't cause a problem; it was often why she stayed quiet, so that she didn't say the wrong thing, or provoke someone. Words often slipped out before she said it, or she didn't quite realize in her mind how they would sound before she said them, and though she had regretted speaking, it was nothing of the sudden mix of emotions that overwhelmed her as he replied. Analei's mouth dropped when he asked if she was raised in a cave, and then didn't even give her a chance to explain - well, she didn't have anything to explain. "Let me guess, Slytherin?" Her words started, and she didn't even care about trying to stop herself. "I was planning on letting you the benefit of the doubt but you've just proved everything that anyone has ever said about your house. I look fine. You're mean." Analei said, trying to keep her temper down, her voice slightly quavering.
 
Brayden noticed that she had a temper, and could stand up for herself. But then she went and insulted his house. Hang on, he was everything anyone ever said about his house, so that could be a compliment at the same time. “Nice to see that you aren’t colorblind since my tie is clearly green and silver. Congratulations, you are a normal person.” Brayden placed his hands on his waist, shifting one leg to the other for support. She did seem to need help with her outfits, and he could definitely help. But, he did not think he wanted to do that. She was being absolutely too rude. “And, when you say I am everything they say about Slytherin, and if they say things like the best house, the best dressed, and the best people, then you are correct. Otherwise, any other houses are just wrong.” Brayden smirked toward her, to see if she had anything to say about it. After all, she was really rubbing him the wrong way.
 
An 'ugh' escaped Analei's house, her eyes narrowed as she stared at the boy incredulously when he insulted people who were colorblind. He was mean! And not just to her, but in general. He went on to gloat about how he was everything Slytherin stood for, rolling her eyes when he said the other houses were wrong. Analei had done her studying, and knew most of the dark wizards and witches were from Slytherin, that even Salazar had hidden a horrible monster in his school in Europe. All Analei wanted to do was hit the boy, but she knew she'd get into trouble for it. Still, she couldn't just walk away. "You know what pretty boy, why don't you go and stare at your reflection somewhere else, this room is for people who actually want to achieve something in life." She snarled.
 

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