LUPIN, LUKE JONATHAN

[LUKE JONATHAN LUPIN]

The Revolution Has Begun

"There's no need to call me sir Professor."



FULL NAME: Luke Jonathan Lupin
NICKNAMES:

• Lu
  
• Lupin
  
• Jon
  
• wolf boy [despite the fact that he isn't a werewolf, some people insist on being prejudiced because of whom his father is.]
  
• freak
  
• little girl [due to his shy, timid nature - kids are cruel]

AGE: fifteen
BIRTHDAY: july eighteenth
SEXUALITY: straight
BLOODLINE: half-blood
HOUSE: hufflepuff
YEAR: fifth
JOB: student
SIDE: order supporter
SPECIES/SPECIAL ABILITIES: human | metamorphagus
CANON: yes


"You don't know what I'm capable of, you don't know what I've done!"



GENERAL APPEARANCE: Luke is anything but big-boned. He's a rather thin boy with a tall frame, standing at 6'3". Some might say that this were a good thing, but Luke doesn't like being so tall. It just gives people another reason to stare. Not that people stared at him about his looks, at least. He is thin yet has a bit of muscle tone to him, but it's not all too defined. After all, books are not weights. He has a few scars on his stomach and his back that he rather not show anyone because he doesn't think they need to see.

He's rather handsome, though, he'd be the last person to admit this. He has a oval face with full cheeks and full lips. His eyes are of normal size and slightly slanted, though he is not Japanese or Chinese. They are a pale, sky blue or bright grey and usually rather somber. They are strong, yet there's a sensitivity about them that proves that he's not as cold as his serious facial expression may permit people to believe. His eye brows are thick and a dark brown.

His skin is a rather pale white as he doesn't get out much. Most of his working out took place indoors and to this day he still doesn't get much sun, so some describe him as ghostly pale. He has a very serious face and expression, his eyes often unreadable. Sometimes, he will smile, but that's rare and it takes great effort to get the boy to smile as he would rather drift into his own corner and die before letting anyone see a crack in his emotions. His lips are full and are often described by girls as 'kissable lips'. He had never liked that description all too much.

As far as clothing goes, Kale wears long sleeved shirts and jeans whilst not at Hogwarts. His wardrobe colors consist of greys, blacks, and whites. He was never one to wear bright or flashy colors, unlike his mother he didn't see the need to draw attention to himself.
MOST LIKED FEATURE:

• his eyes

MOST HATED FEATURE:

• his scars
  
• his kissable lips
  
• his goofy grin
  
• his smile being crooked
  
• his birthmark (a huge splash of red that starts on his torso and ends at the tip of his left shoulder)

HERITAGE: English
ETHNICITY: Caucasian


"The mind is not a book, to be opened at will and examined at leisure."



GENERAL PERSONALITY: Ambitious. Although, most associate people with ambition as having a darker side of human ambition, this could not be said of Luke. He is ambitious, yes, but he's not going to kill someone for power or kick someone's arse because they looked at him the wrong way. His ambitions lay in bettering himself to prepare himself for the Order and to do well in his studies. He is gentle and kind, not willing to hurt anyone verbally or physically, though, he can wound one with words or his fists should the situation get out of hand.

Most of the time Luke is rather level headed and is the mediator out of his group of friends. His height helps him be able to pry his friends apart should they get out of hand because he was aways one to go with the old muggle saying make love not war. He may not have been that sexually active, but hey it got his friend's minds from fighting and to girls. Though, he does have to listen to crude remarks about women from time to time, which he dislikes because he thinks that women are to be respected not treated as if they were personal play things or property of anyone else. He will always be the respectable gentleman toward a woman, even if she is as polite as a swine.

It is hard to make Luke lose his temper, though, once he has you'd be wise to watch out. He'll explode. Like a ticking time bomb, he can be set off if the conditions are right. Though, he usually apologizes insanely much once he's cooled down. So much that he's been told to shut up sometimes and to stop worrying about it. Luke seems to worry a lot and sometimes about the silliest things, but he can't seem to help it. It's just something that he was born with.

Luke is intelligent and witty as any of his Slytherin or Ravenclaw classmates. However, he doesn't use his intellectual prowess for the forces of evil or to be a know-it-all, but rather good. Every now and again, he'll be mischievous and pull a prank or two but those times are rare and then he's often goaded by his friends. He is bookish, sometimes with his nose in a book rather than attending social events which can sometimes drive his friends and his peers insane as they think he should 'get out more'. He'd rather not.

Luke is sensitive. Though, he tries not to let it show, he is really stung by every offensive remark turned his way. After years of it, he's grown some back-bone and resistance to it, often making quips of retorts of his own. However, it still hurts from time to time and he can't help but wonder if he weren't anything more than a mistake. Though, he's careful not to say this out loud, he has no doubt in his mind that his mother would smack him upside the head silly if she heard this statement.
HOBBIES:

[/li][li] writing
[/li][li] reading
[/li][li] quidditch
[/li][li] singing [he's not about to admit this one]
[/li][li] swimming
[/li][li] soccer
DISLIKES: - Potions, he's horrible at it.
- Divination, can't do it to save his life.
- Tom Riddle (Lord Voldemort)
- Death Eaters
- Rapists
- Orange juice
- yogurt
- thyme
- spicy foods
- Bertie Bott's Every Flavor beans
- Acid Pops
- jerks
- bullies
- idiots
- people who are purely logical
- people who can't have fun
- people that never loosen up
LIKES: + sugar quills
+ charms
+ dancing
+ Arithmancy
+ Transfiguration
+ girls
+ chocolate
+ most fruits, veggies, and meats. He's not picky food wise.
+ looking nice
+ Quidditch (to watch, mostly. he usually ends up falling off a broomstick when he tries, but he manages to have fun, anyway)
+ quiet
+ solitude
+ books
+ friends
+ family
+ vodka
+ fire whiskey
+ mint
FEARS:

• death of his family
  
• dying alone
  
• dying, in general
  
• that no one will love him
  
• that love will hurt him
  
• that people will simply use him because he's so nice.
  
• that no one will get to know his sister, simply judge her because she's a werewolf

SECRETS:

• if he could, he would make Marian be a metamorphagus and take on her condition for her, he knows how unsympathetic and cruel people can be.
  
• he wishes that he were a braver and stronger person.
  
• he sometimes wonders what it must be like for the Death Eater children . . .and if they're all loved.
  
• he wishes that he weren't so sensitive and gentlemanly, sometimes. he hates that people perceive that as weakness.
  
• he isn't exactly a ladies man, but he's not a virgin. . .

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"I enjoyed the meetings, too. It was like having friends."



GENERAL HISTORY: As a baby, Luke was gentle and sweet. He rarely cried, and when he did it wasn't loud or obnoxious like some babies wails. He was very observant, and he was very happy. He would sometimes coo at people simply to see them smile, and he'd laugh if they smiled back at him.

When he was four his first sign of magic occurred. He turned his mother's robes bright green for not giving him a cookie. The robes remain that same color of neon green to this very day. He wasn't punished for this deed, but his mother wasn't too impressed with her green robes.

Luke was always gentle and kind with his siblings. They were sometimes rougher than him, which seemingly surprised people since he was a boy and they were girls. He just never saw the need to smash things to bits or be completely ridiculous and immature like some boys. He was wiser beyond his years, and this often perplexed people or weirded them out. Sometimes both. But he always nutured a love for reading and artistic things which made some people think that he was going to turn out gay, but he ignored their comments.

He knew what they were talking about, but he would smile sweetly, and insist that 'yes' he was happy and they should be pleased, too.

When he was eleven, he was accepted to Hogwarts. Like his mother he was sorted into Hufflepuff. With his smarts, he would have rather liked to be in Ravenclaw, but he didn't mind being a Hufflepuff. It was much better than being in Slytherin, in his humble opinion. Not that all Slytherins were bad or evil, but it would be perplexing to tell his parents that he was in Slytherin. He thought that would disappoint them. The hat actually did consider putting him there because of his ambition. Fortunately, however, it decided because of his loyalty and his hardworking demeanor that he should be placed in Hufflepuff.

Four years later, and not much has changed. Except this year, his youngest sibling joined himself and Piper at Hogwarts.
FAMILY: mother: nymphadora tonks lupin
father: remus lupin
older sister: piper lupin
younger sister: marian lupin


"Make way for the heir of Slytherin, seriously evil wizard coming through..."



ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:Linda knew that it would end one of two ways. It always did. Either, she would end up annoying her and he'd try to hex her, which she'd end up hexing him back if that be the case or she'd end up getting too fed up with what he was saying and end up, storming off. But she really didn't want to do that tonight. It was about time that he got what was coming to him. Stupid arrogant nitwit. She had wondered time and time again what she had ever saw in him. Love must have been blind as a bat. That was the only explanation that there was for it. It couldn't possibly be anything else for if it were, well, then that was just very sad. She wondered why things had to be this way. Why did they have to hate each other so much that they'd try to infuriate the other? Honestly, weren't they adults and not children. It was about to fry her last nerve. Honestly, what was his problem? She rolled her midnight eyes to the ceiling, that's like was asking why the sky was blue. He was a man, of course, he was stupid and immature. She had met few clever men. She hated that, though, why couldn't use their brains instead of acting on others orders or their tempers. She hated it when people had flaring tempers, they were intolerable. She was mild-tempered until provoked. Even then she was calm for a while, before she would suddenly reach her breaking point and explode. She narrowed her dark midnight eyes suspiciously at Ares. Yes, she didn't trust him, at all. Granted, after all the arguments they were in, she was still standing. So he couldn't hate her well enough to want her to be dead, either that or he had really bad aim. The latter made her smirk to herself. That was just a little too cruel even for her standards, though, it was certainly tempting.

Ares certainly did have a short fuse. It was like playing with dynamite that had it's tail set off, he was likely to explode at any second. She found this amusing, though, for one reason or another and tried to push his buttons as much as she could. Sure, that wasn't intelligent, but she hated him so much that hate got in the way of logic. She loved to be logical but when it came to Ares, it was more sensible to be vicious. Merlin knew that he would end up being vicious in the end, so why not fight fire with fire? After all, it wouldn't do for her to just ignore him. He would probably throw a hissy fit. She wondered if they just sat in silence all the times they encountered each other, if they would get along better. Probably, she wouldn't have to listen to his bloody voice sneering and snipping at her. Stupid fool. He honestly took too much pleasure in insulting at and sneering at her. But to be honest, she took just as much pleasure throwing daggers at him, too. Well, she couldn't help it. She was sick of ridicule, she was sick of rejection, and most of all she was sick of him. He was annoying, irritating, and arrogant in every extreme and she didn't understand who would want to marry such an arrogant prat. She honestly did feel bad for his bride-to-be. If she were in that position, she would shoot herself. Honestly, who would want to marry that idiotic, pompous, controlling little nitwit? Some would say that those words were harsh, Linda would say that they were bluntly honest. Nothing more, nothing less. So what if blunt was mean, at least it was the truth. What was the point of sugar-coating everything?

Linda never drank too much liquor. She had always been one that was sensible in every regard, except perhaps when it came to Ares. She knew that he had a foul temper and a horrid rage and that she shouldn't try to egg him on, but sometimes she couldn't quite help herself. It was like all of those kids who wanted to kick Mrs. Norris, sh would be the one to go up and do it, just because it was one of those things that needed to be done. Sure, there would be consequences for her actions, of course, there always were, but who bloody cared? She was a responsible person, when it all came down to it, and she dealed with the messes she made which is more than she could say for some people. Namely the Death Eaters, Ares included. They knew nothing of anything to do with responsibility or honor. Killing innocent people wasn't honor, it was murder and they all knew it. She had always wondered why they called themselves the Death Eaters. It sounded like a rather stupid name. Did they think they could eat death or cheat death? Because in either case they were insane if they thought that, they couldn't. Stupid fools. She wasn't all too surprised. Rolling her midnight eyes to the ceiling of the cathedral she wondered how much of his drunken tirade or banter she would have to listen to. Okay, so he wasn't drunk, but she smelled it on his breath. She hated the smell of liquor on a man's breath, no matter how light or strong it was it always irritated her for one reason or another. Although, she tended to tolerate it.

She had tolerated it when Eric had come in smelling like booze, but she hadn't liked it. Of course, in that drunken state of his, he always wanted to go further than first base with her, which was something that she just wasn't willing to do. She would end up leaving his house and he'd end up calling her with a hang-over and begging her to make him a potion to help cure his throbbing head. She always gave in, in the end because she loved him and she didn't want him to worsen his own condition by doing something stupid which was liable to happen since he was a male. She shook herself from her thoughts. Eric was sludge. Just like Ares was sludge, all of the Death Eaters were, after all. She wondered if this girl of his knew how vicious he truly was. Probably not or she wouldn't be marrying him. She rolled her eyes, there was nothing attractive in Ares in the least so she didn't quite understand why she had to tolerate him or why anyone else was expected to. If she had her way, he would be in a chained chair surrounded by dementors and on his way to Azkaban. She knew there was no chance in hell that would happen. How was she supposed to be on the job twenty-four hours? Not to mention she wasn't an Auror. Where the hell was an Auror when one was needed? Seriously, as much as she didn't like Sirius or was merely tolerable with Lupin she wouldn't mind either of them being there right now. They could drag this bafoon to Azkaban where he belonged. After all, it wasn't as if the Death Eaters were in control of the Ministry. Although, it was only a matter of time before a mole came in and took over the Ministry from outside. She sighed. She hated this, she hated his presence around her. Why couldn't he just get lost and leave her the hell alone? Oh yes, because that would make her happy. Merlin forbid she should express any emotions other than depression and rage.

Linda remembered the school days with him. Remembering kissing him made her want to vomit. Ugh. How had she kissed those lamentable lips? How had she even looked into those eyes without feeling repulsion. He was disgusting in every aspect of the word and if a vampire came in and were to take him out right now, she would seriously have no problem with that. As long as they killed him and didn't end up turning him. Dead Ares, yes, that did sound rather nice in her own twisted mind. She wasn't as innocent or sweet as most Order Members. She was a woman that was not to be fooled around with. She was stronger than she looked and she would take anyone down that got into her way and that included the idiot and braggart standing before her. Her eyes remained with a dead expression in them, as if she were simply bored by his mere presence and thought that it would be nice if he would just drop dead. Which really wasn't that much far from the truth. Honestly, she did think it would be nice if he dropped dead, but obviously there would be those that disagreed with her. Oh well, those people were Death Eaters and their opinions didn't matter. Murders, rebels without a cause, foolish people! The scum of society! Especially that idiot, Ramses Riddle. Honestly, who the hell did he think he was? Well, it was obvious. He thought he was a king, a lord, someone that everyone should bow down to and worship. That was not happening. She would spit in that's man's face more readily than she would bow before him and she'd be damned if she ever became a Death Eater.

She noticed his appraising look and merely shrugged her shoulders. It was a warning, that was all, nothing more. She had a wand and she knew how to use it. She was a witch and not some common muggle. If his comments got too out of hand, she would use it. She didn't care, she was sick of this useless conversation between the pair of them. She snorted, her eyes scanning the room. Every noise in her would echo if it were loud enough. She could only imagine how much noise duelling would issue, and she wondered if anyone would end up running in on them in the middle of their wand work. Oh, she hoped for their sake that they didn't. That would be a rather horrid thing for them to walk in on, she thought. For she knew that she wouldn't stop battling and she knew that Ares wouldn't, either. She wondered how far they were going to push each other today. It would be amusing if he were the one to snap because she always liked to rub in his face that he had a fuse too short for his own girl and he really should work on that. Of course, he wasn't nice to her, so this was what provoked this rivalry to begin with, she considered, and then the rivalry turned to pure and unadulterated hatred that swelled within her veins as if it were her life sustaining blood itself. She looked at him with her dark eyes in a bored way as if to say that he hadn't touched the right nerve yet and it wasn't likely that he would touch the right nerve any time that century.

Of course, she was being difficult. She could tell that he didn't like that. It was quite sad that they couldn't get along at all, but she wasn't about to beg him to be her friend. She wasn't desperate, pathetic, or stupid enough to want a Death Eater for a friend. But it was a pity that they couldn't at least get along or so she thought. Her midnight eyes looked into his, how boring and mundane this all was. They both had better things to be doing right now, why didn't they just do this instead of their useless fight? Probably because they were both too busy trying to rile the other up, they wanted to get a rise out of each other which in a sick and twisted way bound them together. The very thought of her being anything like that monster made her want to vomit. How in Merlin's name could she look at him without wanting to hex him into oblivion. She finally decided to glare at one of the pews. It was more interesting than he was, after all. She really did think he was going to scowl for a moment, though, he decided not to. That was a pity. She was not going to tolerate this, at all, if it got any worse than it already was. However, she thought she was doing reasonably well with keeping her temper in check considering how crude and irritating he was being. However, she took another calming and soothing breath just to calm herself. She knew that if she didn't, there was a great chance that she would end up decking him and she knew that he, unlike other men, would deck her back and she honestly did not feel like brawling in the middle of a church of all places.

"Things change," she snapped. "Obviously love is blind because if it had any sense of direction, I would have never been with you," she retorted harshly, hoping that her words struck him like barbed wire to the heart. She honestly was a little too good at being vicious and cruel, sometimes, which was a good thing in a way because it threw people off of the side which she truly was a member of. "Yes, you do, do I need to put it in simpler terms for you? Is it too much for that pea brain of yours to handle?" she demanded cruelly, treating him as if he were a moron. Just because he had a fiance didn't mean she was happy to see him, so really she saw no stupidity in the comment she had made. "I don't need to be married. I'm not so weak as to need someone to lean on. I can depend on myself unlike some people," she spat the last word with venom and laced it with vitrol as she glared at the man in front of her. He was just as difficult as she was, if not more so, though, he wasn't likely to admit it. "Besides, that's not my fault. Not that I'd expect you to know any better being the bafoon that you are," she hissed, her black eyes shooting daggers into his. If looks could kill, Ares would most certainly be dead. Why was it, that the stupid moron seemed to have a problem with verbal diarrhea? He seemed to remind her of some of the gossipy girls that she had the displeasure of meeting in her year. But she was always nasty to those sorts of girls and made fun of them to the point where they cried and left her alone. They knew better than to make gossip about her, though, she would just get them back.

"High standards?" she remarked incredulously. "What do you consider high standards? Actually being faithful!" she cried hysterically, her voice rising to a pitch where she thought it would certainly break. She was always so well guarded and kept her emotions in check. Why was it that Ares could get her so frustrated just with a few lines of cheek the way no one else could? There was a reason she hated him. She snorted. "If I was so bad, you think you'd want to forget we had a relationship, smart ass." Well, wasn't she being mature tonight? She had called him so many insults she couldn't recall. Oh well, he deserved them all. She was so sick of him trying to throw their relationship in her face. Yes, they had dated once, but that didn't mean that they were ever going to feel that way about another again or even that they should dwell on it. So why couldn't he just forget about it? She normally did when she wasn't in his presence. He was just one of those people she could easily forget because she could easily live her life without him and that was the honest truth of the matter. She honestly didn't need him in her life, just like he didn't need her. She glared at him, with every ounce of hatred that her body could produce. So much anger was radiating from her, it was almost insane that he wasn't spontaneously combusting on the spot. It would be rather amusing if she did because she knew she would love to see him as a flaring living man. Of course, he wouldn't survive that attack for long, not that she'd care. It would be rather amusing. If Zues had thunder bolts she wished that he'd hurtle one now, the situation certainly called for it.

She knew that he was more observant than most men. That was probably one of his most annoying traits. Most would consider it a good trait, but considering she hated the man who had it, it was not a good trait for him to have in the least sense. He was hitting way too many buttons, way too fast. It was an amazing feat that her eyes could even darken consider how dark they were to begin with. It was only a proof of how much of an annoyance and thorn in her side he truly was. Why couldn't he find someone else to annoy? It wasn't like she went around skipping down the streets kissing muggles. So why couldn't he go off and irritate one of them instead, surely they were worse than she was. She would think so, anyway. Maybe he would disagree. He mostly would just to irritate her, and she shouldn't wish his presence upon anyone else. Linda's dark eyes flickered so that they showed no emotion once more, though, the sneer remained. She wouldn't hide it from him. She disliked him and there was nothing he could do that would redeem himself, not that he wanted to redeem himself. Something told her that he was perfectly content in instigating her and annoying her in any way that he possibly could which irritated the heck out of her, as well. She wouldn't scowl, though. That would just be playing into his hands and well she didn't really want that. She didn't think she would be able to tolerate that. It wasn't very fun, at any rate. She didn't like giving him satisfaction if she could with-hold that from him, she would be more pleased than one could even imagine.

She could tell that he was probably annoyed by what had just been said. He probably wanted to hex her for it, but he wanted to be the one who didn't break his composure. He wanted to be the one with self-control. Linda was no prat, she knew exactly what was going on. It was obvious. She knew that much. "Oooo, I'm so scared," she sneered sarcastically. "What are you going to do, big bad death eater?" she remarked caustically. "Kill me?" She rolled her eyes. She knew that she had drawn the line because she saw him unsheath his wand as if it were a sword. She wasn't afraid of death or dying. She had always been a rather morbid child. She wondered what affect that had on her parents. She knew that they couldn't have been pleased. Her father seemed to hate the fact that anyone in his family could die, though, considering the state he was in now they would all end up dying before he would. Well, that was unless some eliminator saw the need to run up to him with a stake. Then he was kind-of screwed. Not that it bothered her too much. Oh, she would be upset that he was dead, but he didn't need to know that. She was not some mushy little daddy's girl that was going to fling herself into his arms, bawling her eyes out at the possibility of him dying. Of course, she would be upset when or if it happened. He was her father, after all, and it would be different without him. She never thought she was a good enough daughter and to blame that on him was kind-of unfair, though, she was unwilling to admit that she was wrong. She would not let her emotions get in the way. She never had and she never would. She couldn't admit that she was wrong, not after all of these years. She just couldn't. Although the former Slytherin thought she ought to try to make amends, something in her wouldn't let her. What would she say, anyway?

"What's the matter," she remarked when he growled at her. Her voice was breathy, high-pitched, and falsely sweet. Not that she was trying to do an impression of Umbridge, though, her voice certainly sounded similar to the old toad's at the moment. Only it was huskier and had a slightly more seductive quality to it, though, that was purely incidental and nothing that she had control over. Though, he might think otherwise and think that she was doing it on purpose. She honestly wasn't. Why would she try to seduce him? Ew. She snorted. "Oh please, if truth be told I'm sure the only woman who may even run to you is your fiance. You're not that much to look at," she admitted bluntly. "So don't be hating on the people that adore me. Just because we didn't amount to anything doesn't mean you have to be jealous, sweetie," she cooed in the same annoyingly sweet tone. She hoped that it annoyed him. She was enjoying herself a little too much for it not to be. Although, maybe she was playing dirty. Oh well, not like he never did. He used things that he shouldn't, said things that he shouldn't, did things that he shouldn't. The dark haired woman pursed her lips in mild annoyance. Ares Rochester was not someone that Linda Snape happened to like. He had about the tact of a tea spoon, which was to say, none; at all. She rolled her midnight eyes, to the ceiling. Could she expect anything less of him, he was a Death Eater after all. An insufferable one at that. She thought she'd drown in his noxious fumes. Ah, she had not worries or regrets about this, at all. It was something that she had come to live with. Ares was never going to leave her alone, so she might as well get used to his annoying presence.

She rolled her eyes. Tell herself that? Ugh. Honestly, what planet was he on? Mars? Where they would all worship him as a god? Sorry. But Mars was not earth so she didn't see the need to show that dunderhead respect in any sense of the word. Her lips remained expressionless. She was not going to let him get to her. She was not going to let him keep pushing her buttons. She had to show some self restraint. Her dark eyes flickered to the windows where she saw lightening flash and heard a loud crack of thunder. Ah, thunder always followed lightening. "And you keep telling yourself that you're all that," she remarked sarcastically. She didn't honestly think that he should do that. His ego was big enough as it was, thank you very much. The dark haired woman wondered if he felt that she was being a prat. Well, if she was being a prat, then what was he being? He was stupid. Honestly, he was always putting her down but she was clever despite what he thought of her. He was just jealous that he didn't have intelligence like hers, after all, she was younger than him and she was more intelligent than he'd ever be. The only thing was, was a bully. She wouldn't let him bully her any more. She wouldn't let his words affect her any more. She couldn't let him get to her. She had to shut him out like she did the rest of her enemies. Why couldn't she shut him out? Perhaps it was because she had cared for him once, though, she would never admit that now.

"Of course you could. You probably take that as a compliment in regards to all of the nasty things you've heard in your life," she said coldly. She didn't care if she was hitting below the belt. He was seriously starting to annoy her. Why couldn't he have just left her alone to singing in the Cathedral. Her voice was a lot prettier than this petty arguing that they were having. She knew that he had to be more offended than he was letting on about the whole being beneath muggles comment, but it had served him right. What gave him the right to insult her? What gave him the right to treat her like dirt? Did he honestly think that women were beneath him? It wouldn't surprise him. He was a pig like that. Though, she refrained from saying anything in those regards because she felt that he would probably take in a sexual manner as he was a male and males tended to take any chance they could to take something pure and innocent and make it completely and utterly perverted. That was another reason she didn't like being around men, sometimes, they had to be such perverts. Sure, some things that people said could be worded better, but there was nothing like saying something innocent as 'I gave it to him', and have a bunch of guys cat calling and whistling. Honestly, if she had screwed someone would she go around telling people? No, she wouldn't. She had some modesty when it came to things like that. Honestly, she swore that if men had brains in their heads then they honestly didn't use them all too often because they always seemed to be making stupid commentary and mistakes like that.

Linda drew herself to her full height, sticking her long nose in the air snobbishly as he drew toward her, circling her like a hawk. Her eyes never left his. She didn't like this one bit. She felt like a field mouse that was trapped in the field. She was not going to be any one's prey, so what was he playing at? She snorted at. "Why is my love life any of your concern, Rochester?" she snapped. "Are you daft? I just said that, didn't I?" she said coldly. She couldn't believe him. Was he being deliberately stupid to annoy her or was he really that unintelligent? She really pitied whomever he was marrying because he really was the biggest idiot in mankind, well, after the Goyle's and Crabbe's because she had to admit that Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle were two of the world's biggest idiots. They probably didn't hear it all too often, though, because she was sure they would end up beating the tar out of someone who told them that to their face. She snorted. They really did remind her of trolls. They even grunted like them. Shaking her head from those thoughts, she reminded herself that she had to keep on eye on Ares. She watched uncomfortably as he kept circling around her. Part of her was so tempted to stun him right now. Why did he have to do this? She was sure it was all an attempt to make her feel uncomfortable so she remained emotionless looking and stern, though, there was a certian suspicion that she couldn't hide in her eyes as he kept prowling like a lion that was caged. What in Merlin's name was he up to now?

Fury filled her viens as if it were lead. HOW THE HELL DID HE KNOW ABOUT THAT?! Not even her closest friends or family members knew. Was that idiot berk telling people in England? She hated Eric so much. However, Ares had crossed the line at that comment. How dare he?! Her eyes flashed and she whirled on him so fast that their faces were mere inches apart and she looked as threatening as ever. "For your information," she retorted in a voice of deadly calm. "He cheated on me, I had every right to call off that damn engagement and don't think you can bloody hold that against me," she felt her chest heaving, and her eyes still remained cold and hateful. "Why the hell do you have an interest in my love-life or lack there-of? Does it affect you somehow, you brainless bafoon?" she snapped. Without further warning she surprised herself. In one motion she had waved her wand like a sword. SECTEMSEMPRA! she thought. She had always been good at casting spells without saying them aloud. Though, there were a few spells that you had to say aloud, that was one that one didn't have to. It was something that she had learned from her father. Not even turning to see if her spell made contact, though, she was usually good at hitting her targets and it was unexpected so she had no doubt that she probably would unless he jumped out of the way at last minute; she strolled over to the cathedral doors. Tears were running down her cheeks and she didn't want him to see. She slammed open the doors, letting them shut behind her with a resounding bang. She didn't care if he followed her, Linda honestly didn't care if he stayed in the cathedral, either. His attack was unexpected and was way too vicious, if truth be told. What right did he have to bring Eric up? What right did he have to say such nasty things to her? He truly was heartless, not that she'd expect anything less from a Death Eater. She walked a few paces, not hearing him follow her she threw herself into the grass and began to cry. Damn Ares Rochester for making her think of Eric when she was still so vulnerable about it. She honestly hated him now, she glared angrily at the grass that she was sitting in as if it were it's fault that Ares had been a prick.

"Reading between the lines, I’d say she thinks you’re a bit conceited, mate."



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