Post by Headmistress Serenity Dracula on Apr 1, 2011 22:25:38 GMT -5
ooc: First original Ser post in a hot minute, didn't really reread it much, a bit sleepy but it wouldn't go away until I wrote it down XD
Serenity was angry, hell she was beyond angry, she was livid! Who did that little gutter snipe of a mudblood think she was? She thought as she continued to storm down the street. The anger must have been radiating off of her in waves as she continued on her way, if the fact that people were practically running to get away from her was anything to go by. Or it could have been the fact that she had just flat out killed the clerk in the store she had been in and didn’t even bat an eye about it.
The day had started out simple enough, she had gotten up rather early and had decided to treat herself to a bit of shopping, so she’d dressed and left a note for Dylan before heading out. She found a number of darling outfits that she knew would look smashing before she made her trip into a shop that had a lovely pill box hat on display. She’d found the one she was looking for but when she got to the register she noticed the look of disdain the clerk was giving her. “Something on your mind my dear?” She purred out at the woman, taking in her scent and picking up on the all to familiar scent of filth.
“You’re one of them aren’t you?” The woman hissed at her. Serenity’s eyes glinted silver for a moment in annoyance at the woman’s question. “No, you’re worse than them, your bloods no cleaner than mine.” The woman then spat. At this Serenity found herself beyond annoyed, she knew she didn’t have to dignify the statement with a response but she found herself unable to stop. “I, my dear little snipe, am perfection.” She hissed back at the woman, her fangs slipping out at her spoke. “Something, which you will sadly never obtain.” She said clicking her tongue at she spoke.
“You’re filth, nothing but their attack pet!” The woman shrieked out. After only a moment in the others mind Serenity knew that the woman’s parents had been locked up due to their blood status and that somehow this woman had managed to escape but at the comment Serenity saw red. Her hand shot out quickly, her thin fingers wrapping around the woman’s neck and squeezing. She listened gleefully at the veins strained to pump blood and the woman’s breathing started to slow. The enjoyment only lasted a few moments though as Serenity quickly lost interest, finally just crushing the woman’s neck and allowing her to fall into a heap on the floor.
Picking the hat up off of the counter, she placed it on her head and turned to find another woman standing behind her watching in alarm. “One word and you’re next.” She hissed out at her before shoving the woman out of her way and storming from the store. She’d no doubt that the aurors had been called but she honestly couldn’t bring herself to care. Besides, what could they possibly hope to do to her? And thus she now found herself sitting at a café, still fuming over what had happened. The gall of the woman! Calling her an attack pet?! Without realizing it she slammed down the tea cup she had been sipping from and shattered the porcelain, causing some of the pieces to cut into her hand. She knew she couldn’t go back to the school in the state she was in, some poor student was bound to go missing, she needed to find a way to calm herself, but what?
Serenity was angry, hell she was beyond angry, she was livid! Who did that little gutter snipe of a mudblood think she was? She thought as she continued to storm down the street. The anger must have been radiating off of her in waves as she continued on her way, if the fact that people were practically running to get away from her was anything to go by. Or it could have been the fact that she had just flat out killed the clerk in the store she had been in and didn’t even bat an eye about it.
The day had started out simple enough, she had gotten up rather early and had decided to treat herself to a bit of shopping, so she’d dressed and left a note for Dylan before heading out. She found a number of darling outfits that she knew would look smashing before she made her trip into a shop that had a lovely pill box hat on display. She’d found the one she was looking for but when she got to the register she noticed the look of disdain the clerk was giving her. “Something on your mind my dear?” She purred out at the woman, taking in her scent and picking up on the all to familiar scent of filth.
“You’re one of them aren’t you?” The woman hissed at her. Serenity’s eyes glinted silver for a moment in annoyance at the woman’s question. “No, you’re worse than them, your bloods no cleaner than mine.” The woman then spat. At this Serenity found herself beyond annoyed, she knew she didn’t have to dignify the statement with a response but she found herself unable to stop. “I, my dear little snipe, am perfection.” She hissed back at the woman, her fangs slipping out at her spoke. “Something, which you will sadly never obtain.” She said clicking her tongue at she spoke.
“You’re filth, nothing but their attack pet!” The woman shrieked out. After only a moment in the others mind Serenity knew that the woman’s parents had been locked up due to their blood status and that somehow this woman had managed to escape but at the comment Serenity saw red. Her hand shot out quickly, her thin fingers wrapping around the woman’s neck and squeezing. She listened gleefully at the veins strained to pump blood and the woman’s breathing started to slow. The enjoyment only lasted a few moments though as Serenity quickly lost interest, finally just crushing the woman’s neck and allowing her to fall into a heap on the floor.
Picking the hat up off of the counter, she placed it on her head and turned to find another woman standing behind her watching in alarm. “One word and you’re next.” She hissed out at her before shoving the woman out of her way and storming from the store. She’d no doubt that the aurors had been called but she honestly couldn’t bring herself to care. Besides, what could they possibly hope to do to her? And thus she now found herself sitting at a café, still fuming over what had happened. The gall of the woman! Calling her an attack pet?! Without realizing it she slammed down the tea cup she had been sipping from and shattered the porcelain, causing some of the pieces to cut into her hand. She knew she couldn’t go back to the school in the state she was in, some poor student was bound to go missing, she needed to find a way to calm herself, but what?