Who are you?

[Bothizar Styx]

Very cold, yet frightening laughter could be heard from an eleven-year-old as he shot little pebbles toward flying birds in the sky with his hand made slingshot. Bothizar Styx was a Slytherin with a cruel, mean streak when he wanted to express it. Bothizar smirked as he managed to hit a bird's wing, but it did not do enough damage. Faithfully, the bird continue to fly as though it just hit a small obstacle. The Slytherin watched as it continued to fly about the sky, before vanishing from sight before he could shoot enough pebble at it. This was much more of a challenge than other students. Students were much larger and easier to hit, so he wanted to be able to shoot something that was worthwhile, and could pose as something he could really brag about. He would boast to it to his brothers, which may or may not care. Damianos certainly would not, but Nicolas might scold him for being so mean and cruel. Bothizar looked around to see other students looking at him weirdly with a slingshot, but he was not about to be intimidated by the likes of them. He was a Styx, and quite damn proud of it.

The first year continued to pull the pebble back in the slingshot and letting the rocks fly into the sky, coming so close to hitting the birds that flew by. It was getting close to Valentine's day, and he was going to be all alone, pranking others as they worshiped either other with chocolate, hugs, kisses, basically everything that was disgusting in the world would be in front of him. Groaning and sneering at the thought, he continued to shoot at his moving targets in the sky, coming so close to hitting them, but appreciating the challenge from the beginning.​

 

[Alexia Zhefarovich]

Alexia was tired of both school and home and it had come to the point where it was hard to determine where she would rather be: in Hogwarts with all the mudbloods and half-breeds or at home in the presence of her rather annoying cousins. Seriously, she now appreciated the times when she and Alexander had the manor all too themselves even if she did have to endure all those etiquette, history, and whatnot classes her father and the elders would make her attend. At least she was the only student, now she had to force herself to be in the same room with all the filth. It had been a tiring vacation indeed and Alex had decided that she liked the peace and quiet in Hogwarts better as long as no filth came near her or if Armin stayed away from her within a twenty meter radius or so. On this particular day, the Slytherin had seen it fit to spend the day in the Courtyard with a book on History.

Her walk to the said place was peaceful thanks to the absence of a Gryffindor cousin of hers which she considered to be both insane and hyperactive. At least she could have her peace and quiet whilst reading in the Courtyard. Or at least she thought so, until she saw him. It was a boy in the same year and house as her, though she had not bothered to know his name yet in the course of their time in school. After all, the few she had met had been quite the disappointment, and she was not up to more in the past semester or even now. And yet this boy intrigued her. He reminded her of a cousin of hers, though she couldn't exactly place her finger on whom. Perhaps it was Liam? Out of the question. Rivaille then? Definitely not. Perhaps it was Gabriel? She really couldn't bring herself to remember. And so, despite the rudeness of her actions, she found herself just staring at the boy who continued to target on the birds. Merlin, she hoped she remembered soon. She really hated the feeling of being clueless by her own terms after all.
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[Bothizar Styx]

Bothizar continued his little rampage on the birds to further his venting of his frustrations. He had quite a bit after all. His father was a real hard ass on him and he couldn't help but wonder why he was here and not home schooled. He could do so much more at his home. But apparently he needed to be socialized. Bothizar really did not see the need in it. He finally hit his target and the bird went down. Only to catch itself and fly away. He must have only hit the wing. Well that blew. He would have to try even harder to get his targets. Bothizar was easily troubled and he could almost feel that others did not appreciate him and his charms so much. He looked so much like his dad too so that might explain why others were not a fan of him. Bothizar continued his game before he noticed something. He didn't move an inch, not even his eyes, in the direction of others staring at him. He could feel it. Bothizar was talented like that.

"If you don't stop, your eyes will be my next target." Bothizar and once more and this time, he hit his target that was up in the air. Be slowly put the slingshot on his chest and his stormy eyes glared at the first year like himself staring for no apparent reason. Of course there was but he didn't know that. He just noticed someone watching him. He didn't know the girl by name. He didn't know anyone but family. None were worth enough to give him the reason to get to know someone. He spent his time alone and that's the way he wanted it. He continued to look at the e girl, ready to turn his slingshot on her. He could do more damage with that than with his wand, currently.
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