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[natalia ann jugson]

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[mary elizabeth macdonald]

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[atrb=width,240] It had been a normal Saturday of doing rounds, Mary had just sent a few first year Huffpuffs to see their head of house, Professor Sprout. What was their crime? They had been using magic in the corridors which was strictly against the rules. Therefore it was Mary’s job to see that rules were followed. When it came to obeying rules that were made for safety reason, she was not at all lenient, though she had a bit of soft spot for Helen. Apparently having a prefect for a best friend had its benefits. Once the little Hufflepuffs were on their way to see Professor Sprout, Mary continued on her rounds, wishing that she would have taken the next rounds on instead of the early afternoon. Why she wanted to take the early prefect duties, she did not know but it was incredibly foolish of her to have done so. Scolding herself, mentally, she continued checking out the happenings on the third floor corridor. After the incident with the Hufflepuff students, everything else was only mild. There were no more wands being drawn along the corridor but there were several students snogging, others trading merchandise they purchased over the summer –some of which Mary had to confiscate as they were on the banned items list-but it wasn’t anything too serious–. And that was pretty much it for any “mischief” occurring along the fourth floor corridor. Not wanting to end her rounds an hour too early but having nothing else to do, Mary pulled a book from the pocket of her black robes (which went so nicely over her outfit) and opened it to the page she had been on the last time she got a chance to open the muggle novel. Yes, it was written by a muggle but it was still a particularly good read, and Mary had a rather hard time putting it down once she really got into it. It was about two sisters and a brother who had been locked in an attic by their insane mother for years, and how they had to adapt to their new found freedom once they finally found a way out. It was very very sad to read but it you couldn’t just put it down once it was begun. Unable to sit and read, Mary read while she walked; only glancing up to see where she was going once in a while. A few times she found she almost ran into a wall or another person. Thus far they had only been close calls; no one had been physically affected, at least not yet. As she got deeper and deeper into her reading she started to pay less attention to where she was walking, which usually called for disaster. And disaster did strike, swiftly and unexpectedly. It was like a viper attacking it’s pray since it happened in one swift movement. Mary was unaware that she was about to collide with another person until she felt her body hit that of someone else and then a girl scream before falling to the ground. Mary too fell after she ran into the other girl, and the fall was not comfortable, actually it was pretty painful. Her book having flown across the corridor, Mary rubbed at her now sore leg before turning to see who she had run into. Her face visibly fell upon the realization that it had been Natalia Jugson who had done the shrieking and was now close to her, looking extremely pissed and wearing an expression that Mary had gotten used to seeing over the last seven years they had been in school together. For the last seven years of their educational history together, it seemed that Natalia usually went out of her way to try and make Mary as miserable as possible. At first it would work, and would send Mary off crying somewhere, only to be further tormented by more prejudiced Slytherins. Now, it was just irritating and immature. Though, deep inside, it did hit sensitive parts. Mary had learned not to let them see how much it actually hurt to hear the words they would direct towards her and others like her. When Natalia proceeded to call her an idiot and, being over dramatic, stated that she could have died. Mary rolled her eyes. That was a little bit too much but; then again, Slytherins had a nasty little habit of making a bigger deal out of an issue than was really needed. Leave it to “Slytherin’s Princess” to blow everything out of proportion, some people would really never grow up and get over themselves. It wasn’t as if Mary had purposely run into her, it was an honest mistake, and she would have apologized if the brown haired witch before her hadn’t called her a bloody idiot. At the “idiot” outburst Mary hadn’t said a word but then Natalia went too far by calling her a stupid mud-blood. Mary had hated that word since the first time it had been directed towards her during her first year at school. It was truly something ugly to call someone and normally it wasn’t heard in decent conversation. The only people who used it freely were the purist idiots she was so desperately trying to show up. Hearing Natalia say it with such malice and familiarity enraged Mary, and her hand automatically went to her wand for reassurance as she stood up “I’m sorry Jugson,” she said as she did so “I didn’t intend to bump into you.” On her own two feet Mary winced slightly as her ankle hurt a little bit from the spill she had just taken. Once she was able to pluck up enough courage to set her foot down flat on the ground, she turned to the other girl who had been glaring at her since realizing that it was she who had accidently run into her just moments before. For a moment her brave face faltered seeing the like of pure disdain on Natalia’s face but Mary did her best to keep it up. She wasn’t about to let some bigoted idiot frighten her. And she definitely wasn’t about to let them know so if they had.	[atrb=width,140] words , 1, 038 words tagged , Mary Macdonald & Natalia Jugson notes , Icon by CHASING.ECHOES on CAUTION 2.0. Mary's outfit is here. Awh :( poor Mary feels so intimidated by Natalia.
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[helen amelie birch]

Saturday...a day of heavenly relaxation. At least, for those that liked that sort of thing. Helen was not the kind of person to lounge on the couch all day; no, she was naturally active, always up and about: not to mention her pranks rivaled those of the Marauders. She was not a girl to sit on her bum and do nothing. So, it should come as no surprise that Helen was not reading silently in the Gryffindor common room or staring unblinkingly at the fire, but instead roaming around the castle corridors in a daze, her mind racing with new pranking ideas. It took all her self control to not voice her ideas aloud, but Helen knew that talking to oneself was a trait of a madman, not of a sane, extroverted individual, such as herself. She was, in fact, known for being a social butterfly and extremely outgoing, not to mention flirty. Ah, yes, Helen would flirt with everyone male and within a two foot radius, but she never really took anything of that nature seriously. Not until she found the right guy, anyway.

There was a certain Remus Lupin that had, as of recently, caught her attention, but she doubted he returned the somewhat innocent feelings. That fact brought Helen out of her stupor and she stopped walking, a frown on her face. She was not used to being refused by boys, and the thought that Remus wasn't as smitten with her as she was with him was oddly depressing. Shaking her head thoroughly, as if to rid it of all the horrid thoughts, she took one step and, regaining her confidence, began to strut easily through the halls once more.

Maybe I can give Peeves that dungbomb again...see who his victim is this time, Helen thought, grinning at the thought. She didn't enjoy repeating pranks, but Peeves was always fun to manipulate, and after years of her elaborate pranks, the poltergeist had come to respect her. That always came in handy, because if she happened to be out after the restricted "bedtime", Peeves wouldn't even bring any attention to her. They seemed to have some silent pact. As long as she helped him, he helped her, and Helen was more than fine with that. What also saved her was when her best friend, Mary, was out patrolling the hallways, because Mary really didn't punish her as much as she did the other students. Helen really appreciated that, though, because she knew first-hand what a stickler for the rules Mary was. The fact that Mary would break them for her was something that warmed Helen's heart, even if it was a trivial subject to most.

She wandered the hallways some more until she got extremely bored and decided to go back to the common room, perhaps to talk a bit with the rest of her classmates. Helen was popular among them; in fact, she was fairly close with many people and had a lot of acquaintances, as well. The one person she was truly close to was Mary, and while they were complete opposites, they loved each other, nonetheless. So, she headed upstairs, onto the fourth floor corridor. Distracted and set on returning to the Gryffindor common room, she practically ran down the hall, but halted when she saw something flying from the corner of her eye.

A book seemed to fall from out of nowhere, landing right on Helen's shoe. She bent to pick it up, examining the cover. She knew this book. Mary had spent the last few days ranting about how good it was, and so Helen had memorized the plotline and title pretty well. She wondered how the book had managed to land on her shoe until she remembered that Mary decided to take the early afternoon patrol today. What could have happened to make the book fall, though?

Her questions were answered when she heard an irritable voice yelling from across the corridor. She knew that voice all too well; in fact, it was almost ingrained in her head: the awful, awful sound that was Natalia Jugson's voice. Helen and Natalia did not get along, to say the least, as Helen forever held a grudge against Natalia for making fun of Mary. As best friends, Helen felt it was her duty to confront those who picked on Mary, and the confrontation with the Slytherin princess in first year had been anything but pleasant. So, when Helen heard that voice, she ran as fast as she could down the hall, hoping to help whoever was in peril: and, after looking down at the book in her hands, Helen knew it was Mary.

The Quidditch captain only managed to hear the end of their conversation, the words "stupid mudblood" echoing across the hallway. Helen pursed her lips, trying not to cringe at the word. It certainly wasn't a nice term to use, and Helen stood, silent, until she heard her best friend's response. "I'm sorry, Jugson. I didn't intend to bump into you." Mary said, and Helen smiled at her briefly, even though they were probably only looking at one another and not paying attention to the blond girl standing nearby.

"So, Jugson, you bumped into someone and decided to blame it all on them? Tsk, tsk. Then again, what could one expect from such a bigot as yourself?" Helen declared, stepping forward and deciding to make her presence known. A cocky grin was present on her face, and as she knelt down to give Mary her book back, Helen looked up at Natalia, her eyes crinkled in a defiant glare, her eyebrows raised high enough to make an arch. She hated the pure-blood Slytherin so much that she was determined to win this battle.

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[natalia ann jugson]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r71/maggiesrpstuff/BACKGROUNDS/fk5qwnjpg.png); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30; -moz-border-radius: 35 35 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 35 35 35 35;] hi » FIRE IT UP. Natalia was certainly one of the more despised yet feared Slytherins that were allowed to roam the halls of Hogwarts, at least since Bellatrix had been there before her. She never tolerated any mud-bloods, but the Macdonald girl was her favorite to torment. She was just so innocent looking; it made it fun to mess with her. Ever since their first encounter in their first year of Hogwarts, Mary had been Natalia’s primary target. She certainly got her satisfaction, knowing she had made someone lesser than her as miserable as possible. She had hoped that by being treated like the filth they were, mud-bloods would have left Hogwarts, but that plan had failed. More and more came each and every year, and once they had arrived Natalia felt the magical world slipping even further under. As scary as the world outside of Hogwarts was becoming, Natalia secretly was impressed with the work that the Dark Lord was accomplishing. It seemed that more and more unworthy people were missing or dead. Luckily she was safe, she was a pure-blood and from a moderately respected one at that. Her family was not at all threatened by Lord Voldemort or his followers; in fact her father was in on the death eaters as well. Together they were cleansing the world of the filth that would surely bring its exposure to all muggles, leading to their downfall. Every pure-blood family who deserved respect and acceptance in the wizarding world probably followed The Dark Lord and his death eaters, or else supported them one-hundred percent. But then you had those foolish enough to oppose them, The Order of the Phoenix as they called themselves. It was to no one’s surprise that they were lead by the fool Dumbledore himself. It was a small organization but still looked upon as a threat. As far as Natalia and her family were concerned, that group was made up of nothing but blood-traitors, half-bloods, and that mud-blood filth that polluted the very air they breathed. You would never catch a Jugson befriending that lot, let alone supporting them. Actually, Natalia was going to laugh once they met the fates that were inevitably awaiting them. Mary Macdonald was definitely one she was looking forward to seeing ended. Ah Mary. The one who was always so thrown into her school work that it was a wonder she hadn’t been placed in Ravenclaw, just as her filthy mud-blood brother had been when he was in school. Or so she had been told by Slytherins who had known him as well. From what Natalia had heard, he had been a rather prat, and spoke up when he should have stayed quiet as well, apparently it was a trait for that particular family. Natalia smiled when the mud-bloods hand went to her wand, she knew she had gotten to the girl. Mud-bloods very rarely like being recognized for what they really were, and apparently Macdonald was no different. But then the mud-blood wench had to nerve to open her mouth, only proving Natalia’s theory on Mary’s family correct by saying “I’m sorry Jugson, I didn’t intend to bump into you.” as she stood up. Leave it to the Gryffindor to open her big mouth. Natalia caught Mary wincing and she smirked in satisfaction, the brat got what she deserved then. Maybe that would teach the bloody idiot to watch where she was walking from now on. Just as she was about to open her mouth to speak, the mud-bloods half-dirtied best friend beat her to it "So, Jugson, you bumped into someone and decided to blame it all on them? Tsk, tsk. Then again, what could one expect from such a bigot as yourself?" Natalia rolled her eyes, leave it to filth to stick up for someone even filthier than themselves. “Actually, I was about to teach this filth some respect and common sense to watch where she’s going in the corridors. The idiot almost killed me!” She informed the Gryffindor newcomer. Helen was another thorn in her side, and Mary’s best friend. They hadn’t gotten along since their first year, mostly because of the house difference. And then there was the fact that Helen was only a half-blood and therefore still below Natalia. Even if she had been a pure-blood, the girl was still an undeniable blood-traitor and Gryffindor to boot. Any way you looked at it, the two were destined to be enemies. 743 words, outfit is here, looks like Talia's outnumbered 2-1.

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