like a snake in the grass *open*

[iasan]

Iasan ducked into the Trophy Room, avoiding Filch's prying, squinty eyes. He had a habit of following Iasan around. And when he didn't Mrs. Norris was. Thankfully, he'd gotten away and quickly too. Scurrying to the farthest corner of the gallery, he ducked behind a rather large suit of armor. More next to it than behind it but out of sight. He slid a cigarette between his lips and lit it up, looking wildly at the door with a smirk. He was trying to remain cocky. Show off that bad boy attitude. The one that helped him pick up chicks. He was absolutely not allowed to think about Persephone. But she wormed her way into his mind anyways. And he hated it. Not that he hated her. No he didn't. Even though every cell in his being wanted to hate her. He couldn't. Persephone was just...he just loved her to much. And he knew he had said a lot of things to her that day in the courtyard. Every last word was true though.

He slammed his fist hard into the stone wall, wincing as it tore his knuckles up and blood began to seep out of the skin. He ignored it easily though. Like he always did. Dragging his cigarette deeply, he smoked it for a few more seconds before switching it to the other hand and slamming that fist into the wall. Before long drops of blood pittered and pattered slowly and quietly onto the stone floor, darkening the already dark stone. She needed to get out of his head. And out of his life, "One more year, mate. Just get through this and she's gone. You're gone. You can go wherever. Do whatever. Bollocks to her!" But he couldn't help the tear that slid out of his eye.

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[Samantha Snape]

Skipping class... Something the Slytherin prefect was beginning to do a good deal of lately. She just hoped she wouldn't get caught; she happened to like her prefect position, and her place as Chaser, thank you very much. Albeit, doing so inside the castle wasn't always the best of plans... Ignoring the fact that logic seemed to be lacking in this situation, the tall redhead had slipped into the trophy room. It was a good place to think - and a good place to hide, should Filch of Mrs. Norris come crawling around. Though Sam could have simply plaid it off as her needing to do something for one of the professors, and having thought she saw a student out of class slip in here, she really didn't feel like it.

As studious and as hard-working as she was, things like that - making up complex, believable lies - were just beginning to take up too much of her energy lately. And so, she simply didn't bother with them, and just made sure she wouldn't get caught. After all, she needed the lying energy for Quidditch, which would be practicing tomorrow night in preparation for a game against Gryffindor at the end of the week. Shaking the unneeded thoughts from her mind, the redhead slipped into the room. It was dark enough that her uniform - she wore the full uniform, even though most wouldn't consider the current weather very cold - would hide her in the shadows.

The sound of flesh hitting stone and the smell of a cigarette directed her to one of the suits of armor. Smirking, she leaned against the wall, watching her cousin for a moment. "Well, well, chol ceathrair," - cousin - "what's yer problem? Tha whore nae leaving your thoughts alone?" Her slight accent slipped out after she spoke the Gaelic words for cousin, something that she usually tried to keep from happening.

Of course, with Iasan, she knew she needn't do so; his accent was thicker than her own, after all. Well, that, and he and her few close friends/siblings-in-all-but-blood were the only ones she was comfortable enough around to allow that to happen with. For a moment, she considered stealing his cigarette - she did that on occasion - but thought better of it; now wasn't the time.

Despite the teasing tone in her voice, the seriousness in her face and eyes showed how concerned she truly was.

[iasan]

Iasan looked down at his young cousin and rolled his eyes. She should be in class. Or at Quidditch practice. But she should definitely not be here. And then that word came out of her mouth. That horrible word that she'd decided to use to describe Persephone, "Féach ar do col ceathrar teanga," he warned pointing at her with his cigarette and bringing his bloodied knuckles into view, "I may not be happy with her decisions. But you should know better than to use that word. Especially with her. Tá a fhios agat gur mhaith liom a ghearradh do theanga amach dá n-eascródh an gá." In reality Persephone was always a soft subject for him. If anyone was going to call Persephone names it was going to be him. Not his cousin.

"She's not like that," he leaned his head against the wall, one hand slipping in his back pocket and pulling out his back to offer the red-head a cigarette as he drug his own. Given the state of his knuckles it was pretty obvious what he'd been doing before Sam had shown up. And if she was a smart girl she'd let it go. And he really hoped she'd make that decision. He'd come here to get away from Persephone and yet she was here even more, "I gave her the ring. Angrily. Chaith sé ar a aghaidh. I hope she got something out of that," he jerked his head up and looked at his cousin with a tired smile and smirk, "What about you? Got anyone nagging at your mind?" In reality, he just wanted to get off of Persephone. And onto something he could make fun of Samantha for. Generally their family tended to baby her. But Iasan was a general jerk to everyone in his family. They knew that he cared and half of his words were jokes so why was being nice important. You always screw with the people you love.

[Watch your mouth cousin.
You know I'd cut your tongue out if the need arose.
Threw it at her face]

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[Samantha Snape]

Sam merely sneered in response. She, too, was of the mind that if you couldn't be a bitch with your family - as they knew you loved them no matter what you said - then you shouldn't bother being a bitch at all. "Feicfidh mé féachaint ar mo bhéal más maith liom, Iasan." She bit back the words, but if one knew her well enough, one would be able to tell that there was no bite in it. "I can use the word if I like, as you well know; as to your precious Persephone, anyone who can rip out someone's heart just because of idiots who know nothing..." She shrugged half-heartedly. "Such people deserve to have named applied to them."

Her sneer quickly returned, taking permanent place on her thin, all but skeletal face. "Gearr amach mo theanga más maith leat, ach is féidir liom chomh héasca céanna tú nimhe is féidir leat a bhaint mo chumas a labhairt." Baby her their Irish family might, but her father had never done anything of the sort. As such, she was a bit less of a child than her dear cousin liked to think. "I hope she learned you can't hurt someone like that and just get away with it," the redhead muttered, before suddenly smirking devilishly. Reaching out quickly, she plucked the cigarette from Iasan's hand.

Placing it between her own lips, she smiled crookedly, wondering how to answer the elder boy. Mischief glinted in her black eyes, as she smoked the stolen cigarette. "What's on my mind? Not much, though..." Pale as her complexion was, her blush was easily and quickly suppressed. "Mé... Tá mé cailín." Sam didn't know why she was suddenly feeling shy. Especially with Iasan. He had been one of the first she had told that she was gay, along with Lux and Daciana. Jerk a lot of the time or not, he was still one of her best friends, and as she had a habit of not trusting very many people, this was saying something.

[I'll watch my mouth if I fell like it, Iasan.
Cut out my tongue if you will, but I can poison you as easily as you can remove my ability to speak.
I... I have a girlfriend.]