𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐚.

@coldxblooded 
            * she ignored his question, letting her fingers run along the pages of her own books. the feeling of it grounded her, kept her calm and focused. she figured this was probably the only way to get through this awful interaction, no matter how long she’d have to do it. but the more the slytherin talked, the slower she fiddled with the pages. she figured he was trying to get in her head, and the worst part of all it was that part of her almost wanted to believe him. they didn’t support the same things, they were the total opposite of one another in pretty much every way imaginable – how /did/ they work? *  oh, would you just stop talking?

How does Pyrites put up with your righteous arse? * he asked her dryly, sliding his books across the table and out of his way so he could prop his elbows up on the desk, turning to look at her as he did * I mean, the last I checked, you really aren't his type. He's always preferred pureblood witches like himself. Ones who come from a family with a lot of power to their name. See, here's the thing, Fawley. He's going to get bored of you, like he does with the others. You really shouldn't let yourself get in so deep with a Slytherin. Especially when you don't want to support the same things he does. It never works out.

@coldxblooded 
            * it wasn’t meant to offend him, she was telling him the truth. she didn’t know who he was and she couldn’t care less, he’d already annoyed her and that was enough for her to form an opinion on him. he didn’t care what she thought, she didn’t care what he thought. mutual understanding that neither of them had a care in the world about the other, so why was he still talking? *  whatever you have to tell yourself to sleep at night.

@zabiniheiress 
            * amira simply watched it all happen before she was grabbing the cup that’d been handed her way. instead of drinking it right away, she swished it around gently in her cup. she’d never actually been drunk before, it sort of worried her. *  is that so?  * the hufflepuff questioned, finally bringing the cup of the brandy up so she could take a sip. it was – well, definitely different from most of the things she drank. that’s all she could really say about it, all she /would/ say about it. though, she did make a face. *  

* releasing the blonde for a moment, she grabbed two of the cups off the table, reaching for the dragon barrel brandy. she filled the cups part of the way, before turning back and handing on over towards the other witch * Maybe, though very unlikely. We may be the most arrogant house at times but once you get to know us, truly know us, then you'll never find better people to spend your time with.

@zabiniheiress 
            * amira didn’t have much of a choice in following the woman, but at least she did so happily. after all, it wasn’t often that she’d had parties with other houses. sometimes ravenclaw and hufflepuff would merge, but it was a rare occasion. she’d been to one of the slytherin parties before, but she didn’t have anything to drink that time. what would happen this party? *  well there’s always a first, isn’t there?