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Post by Lucien Maxine Wood on May 24, 2012 6:15:48 GMT -5
Lucien had a packet of cigs in the sling bag she carried along with her rainbow painted lighter which she had artfully decorated with her various colored nail polish one night. The Slytherin girl was skipping out on class, as per usual and was making her way to the out of order bathroom on the second floor. It was one place she used frequently to smoke as no one ever came in there due to the ghost which happened to reside within the u-bend of the toilet. Pushing open the large doors, Lucien strode in, pulling her bag off over her head as she loosened up her tie. Her shirt buttons were already undone and her skirt was far too short, much shorter than the regulation knee length. Actually, her skirt just barely covered her backside, and her thigh length black knitted socks were being held in place with a simple sticky charm. Her brightly colored hair was in a high pony tail and her shoes were not the school edition, rather a pair of stiletto heels which she had bought when she had taken a shopping trip to France with her mother. Overall, she had drastically changed the school uniform but she loved the way she wore it. Pulling out the packet, Lucien tapped a cancer stick out, grabbing the lighter with the other hand as she held it up to her painted lips, clicking the wheel as the flame sprung up to light the cigarette. Taking a deep breath, Lucien exhaled with a smile, her whole body relaxing as the nicotine kick began to work. She lent up against the stall, giving Myrtle the finger as the ghost jumped back down the toilet in fear with a wail. Lucien heard the door open with a creak as she looked over, wondering who else was skipping class like her. Outfit
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Post by imogen on Jun 3, 2012 6:52:07 GMT -5
Imogen was doing her rounds. It was her free period of the day and she had told McGonagall she would do a quick sweep of the usual skipping spots before heading to the library to finish of the essay she had left to do... it wasn't due for a fortnight, but she was always prepared. The only other person she knew of like her was Chase... the Head Boy. He was plaguing her mind in ways she really didn't want him to. She wanted to forget all about him and his soft lips. The way his hands felt on her body, the electricity he send coursing through her veins. She didn't want to think about it. He did that to all the girls and she was just another girl who he got drunk and kissed. She meant nothing to him. Noah was better for her. Yes, Noah was the safe option. Though she felt guilty for saying it. For using him. These thoughts were whirling around Immy's head as she searched the usual broom closets and deserted corridors. She arrived at Moaning Myrtles toilet and immediately knew she had caught someone. The smoke gave it away. Who came to smoke in the bathroom? That was about as tacky and cliched as you could get, she thought judgmentally. Imogen stepped into the girls bathroom, her eyes sharp and her hand on her hip. This girl was a walking dress code violation, Imogen couldn't find one thing right about her uniform. Her tie was loose, her buttons undone, her skirt was more of a belt and did nothing for the girls modesty. And she was smoking a vile cigarette. This girl was clearly classy. Imogen stepped out so that she was visible to the girl. "Excuse me, but why are you not in class right now?" Imogen asked, her tone strict. She was used to using it on student now, originally the tone coming from her own mouth made her giggle. outfit
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Post by Lucien Maxine Wood on Jun 3, 2012 7:35:38 GMT -5
Lucien saw who had entered into the bathroom and had to mentally smash her head against the wall. Why of all people it had to be Imogen Thomas the head girl and from the rumors lately, Chase's new girl. Great, there was that hurt feeling but she quickly buried it. It meant nothing and she was sure it'd go away eventually just like every other bit of pain she ever endured eventually made her feel so numb it just stopped hurting. "I'm not in class cause I'm here to use the loo," Lucien said sweetly, taking another drag of her cigarette as she blew out the smoke right in Imogen's direction. She kept that smile in place while her obvious lie hung in the air. Of course she wasn't here to use the loo, she wondered why Imogen even asked such a dumb question. Maybe she really wasn't as smart as they say she was. Lucien really didn't care much for who got the best grades or what not, she herself rarely attended classes on the basis that it dumbed her down with all this 'mumbo jumbo' stuff so the Slytherin stuck to hiding out with mates and smoking. As she continued to drag on her lit cigarette she found it loosing it's taste so she snubbed it out against the wall she was leaning against before she dropped the butt onto the floor. Pulling out another from the packet she proceeded to light it again, not even caring that the Head Girl of the school was standing not even three feet from her. Outfit
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Post by imogen on Jun 3, 2012 18:25:51 GMT -5
Imogen could feel the hostility rolling off of this girl in waves. Imogen vaguely recongnised her, she was Lucien Wood. Rumor had it she was Chase's latest slut. Imogen couldn't help but wonder if he made Lucien feel the way he had made her feel. She knew she shouldn't be thinking this, he probably had, it was probably the effect he had on everyone. That was what she kept telling herself. Imogen felt her guard go up when the girl before her started giving her obvious cheek, claiming she was there because she needed to use the loo.
Imogen wanted to slap her a little. She knew she was being irrational, that she only disliked this girl because of Chase. She hated him more because of it. Who did he think he was swanning over and kissing her like that. Making her feel like that when she hated him. "You are aware that smoking on school grounds, is against school policy and that smoking under the age of seventeen is a criminal offence, aren't you?" Imogen asked the girl, folding her arms, her tone haunty.
When the bitch lit up another cigarette and blew the smoke into Imogens face, however, that was when she had had enough. Imogen snatched the cigarette out of the girls hand and stubbed it out on the wall. "Twenty points from Slytherin, for a blatant disregard for school rules." Imogen snapped. "Also, I will be talking to your head of house about this incident and about with whom you will be serving detention with, every Saturday for the next month." Imogen glared at the girl. She knew she was probably being a little harsh. But the girl had broken school rules, the law, was skipping class and had been disrespectful.
That and she was shagging Chase. Imogen had every reason to hate her and to assign the punishment.
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Post by Lucien Maxine Wood on Jun 4, 2012 21:30:11 GMT -5
"I've never been one for following rules," Lucien replied to the girl's sharp tone. Lucien really was hating this girl right not, thinking that she could talk to her like that just because she was Head Girl, bitch. Lucien snorted when Imogen seemed to continue on about how smoking under the age of seventeen is a criminal offense. "Right, because nearly half the grade doesn't smoke, go on then, you gonna report us all will you?"Lucien just shrugged when the girl deducted points, it wasn't like Lucien gave a damn about it. Actually, most people in her house knew she lost points and most of the girls hated her for it, but the guys didn't care, they skipped out with her on occasion too. "Whatever Miss Head Girl"[/n] Lucien said, taking another drag of her cigarette.
She really just didn't care anymore about this, she wanted to smoke so she'd damn well smoke if she wanted to. Only regret now was that she hadn't gone to the Forest to do this, the bathroom had been a bad choice.
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Post by imogen on Jun 27, 2012 4:12:49 GMT -5
Imogen felt her blood boil when the girl claimed that she had never been one for following rules, still sucking away on her death stick. Who did she think she was? When the girl dared to snort at her words Imogen was quite proud to say that she managed to stay calm and composed. She didn’t react, she didn’t slap the little bitch in her smug face either, though she really wanted to. “I will report every student who catch smoking on school grounds. There is nothing more I can do, bar that.” Imogen replied to the girl, a little snottily.
Imogen was a little annoyed that the girl didn’t react to her punishments, she shrugged off the loss of house points and didn’t even mention detentions. She just said ‘whatever’. That girl needed to sort her life out. Get her head out of her own arse. Imogen, quite frankly, hoped she never had to see this unpleasant girl again.
Why wasn’t this girl moving, going back to class? “Please return to your class now so I don’t have to fetch your head of house immediately.” Imogen said, her tone polite, but there was no question that she would have done it. She go and get the head of house right now, happily. She also hoped that if she did the head would be harsh and yell at her right there before Imogen. The hatred she felt for this girl was probably unwarranted, but ht was so strong that she just didn’t care.
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Post by Lucien Maxine Wood on Jul 16, 2012 8:00:34 GMT -5
"Right right Miss Prissy Bitch, we all know your so uptight about this all it's no wonder that the five foot pole shoved up your ass isn't starting to scratch your brain," Lucien said as she took another bar that. She knew that Imogen was annoyed with her and she was sure the stupid little Ravenclaw was itching to punch her but Lucien was just like this, bitchy to every girl but played the cute angel with the boys. She hated girls, especially ones who were goody-too-shoes like Imogen, thinking they were top shit just because they got some good grades.
"Why do I have to listen to you? God, I'm skipping out for a reason, why the fuck would I go back now?" Lucien said back in retort, "and go get my head of house. You and I know that I'll just be let off, it's quite nice to have a famous father." Lucien truthfully hated her father, but she wasn't one to not use such a occasion to exploit the fact that her father was the best keeper in all of Europe, it gained her status and power.
"I'm sure he wouldn't want to hear about a certain girl who happened to be mean to his darling daughter, I'm sure he'd do anything to keep his daughter happy, maybe even make a complaint about a certain head girl?" Lucien said, lying through her teeth with practiced ease. No one knew she hated her father, only a handful of people and even they didn't know everything, just that Lucien began to drink as a result of her father. "We wouldn't want that would we, so hurry along like the good little dog you are and run home with your tail between your legs."
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