bury me, bury me ; open

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<sup>A Current Slytherin roughly brushed shoulders with students. A glare was shot to them all, as he padded along in Checkered Vans. Black and White. "What you staring at?" A harsh voice asked a random. Boy had merely been minding his own buissness, but as always - Sebastian didn't see it this way. A person whom was there, doing nothing but their own things, was what he would call 'meat'. Someone to let anger brash against. After all, there was nothing better to do, than this.

As he continued to walk, thoughts could only rest on one thing. Those three people. Adults now, with a perfect life. Harry Potter, Hermione Potter and Ronald Weasley. Enemies to his family. For he knew one day he would have to face them, but when, Seb did not know. Exclusion from the school was not something he needed soon. Having only just arrived, and having no friends - he could not help but feel at home. Just as Mother had felt. Father. But now Viktor was alone. In Azkaban, away from family. A Death Eater, he had once been. And if Voldemort was still alive, Seb would have wanted nothing more than to sign up. Indeed.

Sitting indian style below a tree, he gazed amongst the others. In the Distance, he saw 'filth' dancing within the water. With their friends. Swimming, and playing 'muggle games'. Where he was, was empty. For now, he was alone, but later, anything could happen. Sighing somewhat loudly to himself. A student approached the Park, whom Gaarcia arched an eyebrow at. "Yes?" The young boy soon scuttled away, as though in fright that he had trodden on the Slytherin's terrority. And today it was. It seemed, for now. Until someone older thought they could take it from him, which he would not allow. A duel would proceed if someone thought so. His father was a Death Eater, he would hardly be scared of another.</sup>

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[xxbrokenheartxx]

[ooc: hmmm. what a coincidence, we both have sigs by the wonderful sig maker Natalia. ;D]

Aaryn found herself in the sun. Long streams light hit her pale skin. She was hot. She could feel her black hair soaking in the heat. She supposed if she was to touch the top of it she would burn her hand. But, perhaps not the that extreme. She did not enjoy the sun. She did not enjoy times like these. Everything seemed so... Artificial. Everyone was supposed to be happy because a big ball of fire was shining merrily down on them. She didn't see what was so great about it. The rain... It felt so much better.

How does one escape the sun? You don't. You survive it. It makes you that much better. That much more you. So Aaryn walked. Aaryn walked to the lake. But she did not stop once she reached it's blue shimmering surface. She continued walking. The lake was not her place today. No, the lake was a special place, and it not deserve such an awful day as today. So she continued walking, past it. To a place. A place that was called Hangout Park. She almost cringed at the thought of it. So unoriginal. All the same, she walked on into the park.

As she walked she spotted a boy. His black and white vans mirrored hers. She observed him from afar. How impolite. She leaned against a tree. The poor boy he scared off. Tsk, tsk. That was no way to treat people. Of course, that was not a problem to Aaryn. She did not find it wonderful when people were treated like this, but she did not particularly care. It was not she that was being hurt. It did not matter.

After a few minutes of observation she found herself nearing the lone boy. She was smirking. How odd. She tried to wipe the smirk from her face, but to no avail.

"Not good at making friends, are we?" she said.

Ah, now her smirk made sense. She confused herself sometimes.

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(ooc; lol. that is pretty neat)

<sup>Out of the corner of his eye, a girl could be seen. Spying on him. Watching him? But he ignored her, because she could not hurt him. Nor do anything to him. Sebastian merely smirked to himself, knowing this girl was 'beaten' before she even entered. If she did, that was. In the distance, he saw the boy. The same boy whom had scuttled away from the Park in a heartbeat. The boy whom Seb had made sure to question. To glare upon. To frighten. For no one should dare tread on the ground he sat on. No one should approach him. He did not want friends. Never. To him, they could be only a waste of space. Nothing. Betrayers. That was what he believed of them. They did not help you. Did not care. Just wanted someone to cling onto - when things got suddenly tough. It was sickening. Dispicable. Nothing but.

And the same girl that had been staring, seemed to approach him. Every second, she was gaining closer and closer to the lone boy. And with that again, he arched an eyebrow to her, repeating the same word. "Yes?" But she did not move away from the Park, but remained. A smirk was bored upon her lips, as well as his own. She spoke to him. Words that caused a chuckle to surpress his lips. "I do not need friends. Do not make them, and will never do so."</sup>

[/b] And with that, the Slytherin stood from his spot, arms crossed over his chest.

"Why are you here? To bother me? To make friends? Just go 'girly' - Because I don't want anything to do with you. Clear?" Seb found himself nearing the Girl. She could be Slytherin. Hufflepuff. Gryffindor. Ravenclaw or Mihael. If Slytherin, he gave her somewhat '+ points' - but it never changed his mind. Friends were, as he said before, nothing but betrayers. No one deserved to be near a boy such as Sebastian Gaarcia. The son of a Death Eater. An imprisoned boy. "Now. You should go. I do not want your company -"[/color] A broken speech. He hoped more than anything to see her leave. Run as fast as she could.[/font][/blockquote][/color][/sup]

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The boy had known she was there. Very observant. Clever in fact. A cloud found its way over the sun. She smirked. Good job, cloud, she thought. The boy. Even the way he looked was emo. But that was not surprising. She knew he was emo. She had been emo herself once. But she quickly outgrew that phase. He probably had reason to be emo. Maybe, if he started yelling at her, she could poke him with her wand. An image of a large toad croaking came to mind. Then a wand be poked at it and it exploding. She laughed mentally.

Yes? I do not need friends. Do not make them, and will never do so. Why are you here? To bother me? To make friends? Just go 'girly' - Because I don't want anything to do with you. Clear? Now. You should go. I do not want your company.

"Why am I here?" Aaryn said, "hmmm... Will get back to you on that one. What an interesting nickname, girly. I don't think it fits, if you know what I mean. I don't particularly want to be your friend. I don't see who would. I see you don't want my company. What a shame."

She sat down next to him. "Too bad you must receive it."

He was going to be bothered by her. She didn't particularly care. She wasn't afraid of him. She was a 3rd year, and by the looks of it, him only a first year. She didn't need to ask what house he was in, that was pretty obvious. Gryffindor Slytherin. Of course. That was were all the mean people came from. She, herself, was a Slytherin, although it wasn't quite so obvious right now. But she was being a pest. Maybe that would give it away.

"You seem like such a pleasant person," she said, sarcastically.

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She wasn't leaving. Why wasn't she leaving?

A rather stressed student glared angrily to 'the girl'. "Why don't you save your breath - and just leave? I don't want you here. You're nothing to me. So just, I honestly mean this, leave here. Before I do something ( i won't regret )" Smirking, the Slytherin turned from her. Gazing at what seemed to be nothing. A tree. A plain, boring tree .. It was beyond boring. And annoying as well. "Girly, just get out of here! If you don't want to be my friend, isn't it best that you leave?" Any other person would. She must be a Slytherin. Okay, it did mean '+points' for her. But nothing more.

She sat beside him. Wh-what? Why? That most truthfully was rubbish. "Yes, too bad. You're a Slytherin aren't you? Geez. No wonder you won't leave me alone. You have no idea whom you are dealing with girl. Just leave." Yes, his father was a Death Eater. Bad blood had been passed through 'Gaarcia' veins for centurys. Longer perhaps. It should mean no one dared 'mess' with one like Master Gaarcia. However it didn't seem as though that was happening. People everywhere 'wanted' to be friends with Sebastian, though for reasons he was unsure of. As he stood, staring down to the young woman. "You're not going to leave are you?" Great .. This was going to mean he would have to speak to her. Yes. He was not leaving either.

"I am a very pleasant person," also sarcastically. "So come on 'girl-who-is-not-going-to-leave-me-alone' - what's your name?"

[/b] Returning to sitting down, a loud and most truthful sigh escaped the lips of one Seb Gaarcia. The Slytherin Boy. Whether he would even reply with his own name, was another matter. After all, he did not give names to others. "And to make this clear, you annoy me. I do not, and never want to, become your friend. I want nothing to do with you. 'Kay? I'm only talking to you because I have too. I'm not leaving her, and neither am I. Got it?" Taking his wand from his pocket, he rested it upon his lap. It might be neseccary to use it, if she did not understand him, in any way. Things such as this happened - the only way to make things clear sometimes was 'pain'.[/color][/font][/blockquote][/sup]

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He seemed angry annoyed.

That was too bad. Poor little emo boy. He was yelling at her. And she was ignoring him. There was no point in listening to this. It was just so... Well. She wasn't going to leave anyway. So she stared at him. Until he started actually striking up a conversation. He was definitely in denial. Such a shame. So many people like these brought a bad name upon the Slytherin house. She shook her head.

"My name?" she said, "I like the nickname girly, it is quite, different, you may call me girly."

She smirked. He was not going to like her at all. "Looks like someone is in denial, hmmm, you need a name. I shall call you EmoDenial."

EmoDenial did not seemed pleased with her. Not at all. and this was about the effect she wanted to create. He withdrew his wand and she rolled her eyes. She scooted to the farther end of the bench. "Expelliarmus," she said, lightly and he was knocked off the bench and his wand flew into her hand.

"Tsk, tsk," she said, "you should no better than to draw your wand on a third year, ickle firstie."

She smirked even more, examining his wand. There wasn't anything special about it. The boy was not much bigger than her, so if he lunged for it, she could just step away. She pocketed the wand. She would give it back to him. After their little "chat". She glanced up at the sky. The sun was back up. Such a shame. Such a shame.

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<sup>Gawd.

She just didn't shut up. Just went 'on-and-on'. Sebastian was on the erge of tearing his beautiful locks of hair out. She was driving him complete and utter insane. No one should dare speak to someone like him - like this. His father. Seb was so much the same as him. He was him, only younger. Father had been powerful, with strength he would be the same. There was no need for learning in this school, as afterall, he knew everything he needed too. On numerous occasions he had been told of the Dark Arts. Of everything to do with evil. Never good. For in truth, Seb had never believed in such thing as 'goodness'. No one was perfect. Evil was obviously contained in everyone, though in some more than others. Like his family for instance. Held more power than others. Gryffindors. They had very little evil in them, but still - evil. Goodness was not for real, but Evil was.

"Fiine. Girly. But you will tell me your name one day. Trust me." Glaring too her, a smirk again appeared. As usual of course. Because nothing good came about not smirking. It was what kept him living. The ability to be mean to all. To hurt the feelings of others, and make them somewhat sad/upset/angry. It seemed to be all in a days work for Mister Gaarcia. Sebastian Gaarcia. First Year Slythie. "I am not in denial - how dare you so say something like that. That nickname is pathetic. I am perhaps an Emo - but am NOT in denial." His voice rose for those words. No one in their right mind should say he was in such thing as denial. How terrible. Pathetic. Annoying. It angered him most terribly, as a fist clenched in his pocket. His wand so very near.

Having taken his most precious wand from his pocket, she had thought an attack was too take place, as she knocked the wand from his hand using the spell 'Expelliarmus'. "How dare you,"</sup>

[/color] the angered Slytherin spat.

But now he knew what year she was in. Third Year. But this did not at all scare him off, so merely he joked at her. "Oh yes, because I shall bow down to the 'mighty' Third Year Girly, and not point a wand at her. Pfft. Get real Girly. I'm not like the others you probably bully. So just don't even try. All you are doing is embaressing yourself."[/color] With that, he folded his arms, working out in his head how his wand would be returned to him. Either she would plainly return it to him, or 'force' would have to be used. She did, not once, dare take the wand off a Gaarcia. Clearly she did not know whom she was messing with, but soon she would find out. From none other but Sebastian himself.[/font][/color][/blockquote][/sup]