TEMPTATION and greed, desire.

[chelsea]

Landon Pope

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Funny. In the morning, the Forbidden Forest still bore that creepy quality it was commonly known for. Dark overhanging branches, that resembled cold hands upon contact. Chelea's body involuntarily shuddered, as she gave a glance at the sky above. It was supposed to be a nice fine day, blue of the lightest degree, with birds chirping and what not. The sun had been shining brilliantly, causing the girl to squint until her eyes resembled narrow slits, if she even wanted to get a glimpse of the sun. A fine day. At least, that's what Chelsea had seen upon leaving the castle. She remembered cursing about the weather too, insisting that all this good weather was a facade, and soon enough there would be a storm. A little touchy now, aren't we? Well, she wasn't predicting things off the top of her head like a seer, merely just saying that the weather wouldn't hold. It never held.

A sigh escaped her pale lips, as she took a step back from the forest, furthur away from the Wards. Oh, she knew there were Wards. People had told her there were Wards around this place; that's why it was forbidden after all. Chelsea snorted at the thought of it. So much for being forbidden, since she had heard a few of her fellow house mates boasting about how they got in. Ravenclaws might be the smart ones, but a essential flaw in them all was that they were proud. She didn't deny she was proud. She was proud, definitely, but only at times. Not all the times, not feeling the need others did, to baost of said accomplishments. If anything, Chelsea was not like that. A more reserved girl, who kept to herself. Yes, that aptly described who Chelsea was.

She ran a hand through her brown hair, as her blue-green orbs darted about. Expected, no one was here. She would be the only silly fool, willing to spend such a fine day in this dreary place, where even the brightest of flowers strayed away from here, leaving in it's wake dead flowers, wilted. Bah. It was sad, because if anything, she loved to photograph flowers. Reserved she may be, but a passion for photo-taking she did have. So thus her appreciation for colors, and flowers in this case. Yet, how apt, she thought. To suddenly intrude on this scene of gloominess, a flower which was of a bright red in color, would indefinitely spoil the image. Everything was well blended, and to insert a foreign object, would only spell 'sticking out like a sore thumb'.

She gave an unconscious nod at that point, her hands crossing defensively over her chest. Well, if anything, she would find solace here. She would find quiet here, since no one would be dumb enough, to forsake a day like this for a place like here. That was idiocy. Sinking herself down onto a rock, she kept a steadfast gaze on the trees that populated the area. Her blue-green orbs never left the unwelcoming depths of the forest, as she found herself strangely wanting. Wanting.. to enter. Impossible, but it was a desire. Why she would feel this, she would figure out later. But as her angled chin rested in her palm of her left hand, she played with the ends of her hair.

Desire.

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[zepopeboy]

He couldn't quite put his mind to it. This place, it was different. Different to home (quite obviously). But even so, there was something he found that he did not like. The girls. They did not seem as vulnerable as back home. It was like, they did not believe the lies he fed them. Back home, they had been believable. Perhaps he was losing his touch? No. Not an option. It hadn't happened before, so why would it now? It was just being new here. Didn't have a reputation yet. Aye, that was why. Yes, yes. Once he had been here for a week or so, the girls - they'd start noticing him. Regonise his charm and whatnot. It wasn't over yet for Ze Pope Boy.

Landon still had to try. Try and win the heart of a girl (but break it a week later). Though, they weren't too know this. They never would. And so he left the Common Room. His head bent to gaze coldly at the ground. His Slytherin Robes trailing behind him. He would've changed, but there seemed no point. After all you had to admit, he did look quite the handsome chap in them. Perhaps a lucky young woman would come across him today, see him with a cute smirk planted upon his face, and robes covering his well-built body. They might just get a very nice surprise.

He abandoned the thoughts for now, padding across the soft green grass. For a moment he stood, overlooking the Lake. But this was not where he wanted to be. There was no one here. But a look behind him, he saw a girl depart the grounds, to visit the Forest. Ah hmm, the forest. Forbidden wasn't it? Even better for a Slytherin. He was not too care if someone was to tell him not too go in there - he would still enter. A smirk. This was too be very much fun this October Day.

The boy followed her with much ethusiasm, perhaps he could charm the socks of this very girl. Perhaps.

Two hands ran through his Messy hair. Two eyes following her. Two feet carrying him into the Forbidden Forest. Two hands held each other behind his back. But only one sigh parted his lips. "A pretty girl like you shouldn't be in the Forest really. Never know what dangers you might find," Landon chuckled. He was quite the distance from her, and he didn't know if she was pretty - but he still had to whoo her didn't he. Lies were told. He crossed his arms, the Slytherin boy leaning against a tree watching after her. Would she follow the voice to behind her, to continue walking (ignoring him).

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[chelsea]

She pulled at the ends of her hair. Her brown hair, silky to a certain point, she supposed. Probably the only thing she liked about herself. Her hair, she supposed. The rest of her.. was probably less enticing than anybody. She noticed things, she really did. How other females were taller, and had a face of confidence. How other females were able to carry out conversations with others effortlessly. Chelsea may have no problems not being shy, but she had problems even initiating conversations. A smile from another, and a wink, and wham a conversation was started? For her case? She didn't dare to let out a smile, nor any emotion at all, ending up like a lifeless porcelain doll as she wished taht the other would be the one doing the speaking, not her. She was quiet, that she definitely was. She never expressed views openly without prompt, and even so, she was selective about subjects which she was made to talk about. It had to be literature. Chelsea abhorred almost everything, save the art of literature. A true Ravenclaw? Perhaps.

She had been sitting in her seat for way too long, as she felt all feeling lost from her legs. Blinking at the realisation, she touched her leg, only to feel a depression in her leg, but nothing more. As though it was just a piece of wood that had replaced where her legs had been. Wobbling as she tried to stand up, she found her hands reaching out for the nearest thing to her, which had been a tree. How weak, relying on another to just stand up. Still, it was a time of need. Her jaw set firm, as her mouth thinned determinedly. She should hurry up and regain feeling in her legs, lest someone come and see her in such a position.

At which point, she started frantically shaking her legs. Circulation in blood, movement of the legs. That was bound to get her feeling her leg once again. She alternated between the pair, and at the moment, she supposed she looked rather comical. A dancer, a weird dancer, who was doing a jig with her legs. How she would die of embarrassment, if she was ever to be seen like that - hopefully, she wouldn't. It was just so disturbing.

Yet, as fate would have it, someone did see. She heard the voice before she saw the face, and immediately, she froze in her actions. Shiz. How embarrassing. A tinge of red threatened t appeard on her cheeks, at which point Chelsea hurriedly rushed to cover her face, her hands trying to push down the blush as though it was some sort of animate object, like it was tangible. Damn. She did a 180 turn, and decidedly faced him, due to the fact that 1, she couldn't move, and 2, it was rude to ignore him.

His first words were rather disturbing. Pretty? In what was was Chelsea pretty? She was probably the oddball no one ever wanted to know. She never felt she was pretty, just average looking, that's all. Coughing slightly, she gave a stiff glance at him, before replying curtly, 'Well then, it seems I have someone here to protect me now, don't I? You, I assume?' Hah, he could very well be her bodyguard, if he cared so much about her well-being. Which was never going to happen. How could he care for someone he didn't even know? Chelsea sure didn't know him.

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[zepopeboy]

The girl turned around and a hint of red spread around her cheeks. Very cute. Well then, it seems I have someone here to protect me now, don't I? You, I assume? Landon smiled but did not move. If the girl wanted to see him more clearly, she'd have to come closer. Landon was fine just where he was. "I suppose I could take up the position of your knight in shining armor," Landon replied, knowing full well she had expected him to laugh and say no, "or do you prefer bodyguard?"

He studied the girl. He could not make much out of her facial features, expect that she had deep red lips and blueish green eyes. Her hair fell in brown tresses down her back. A slender figure was illuminated in the moonlight. She was, in one word, pretty. She wasn't the most beautiful girl Landon had ever seen, but she was pretty, and had a natural beauty to her. He stood up straighter, no longer leaning on the tree. He walked towards her. Perhaps he did want to see her.

He took her hand and laid a small kiss on it. "Knight Pope, at your service, ma'am," Landon said.

It was a bit odd, he knew that, but she seemed like the girl that would appreciate it. He nodded at her, his facial expression was back to unreadable. Landon had released his name to the girl, would she return the offer? Most likely. Most girls did. Most girls loved it when Landon was polite with them. Would this girl be different? Hopefully not. Landon inwardly imagined himself as a Lion, and she, only a mouse, he licking his lips, ready to pounce on his prey.

He waited for a reply, if he would get one.

ooc ; Crap post. -.-

[chelsea]

[ It was not, take that back! ]

The blush had ruined, whatever reputation she had been able to earn. She was not known to smile in front of others, nor was she allowed to actually smile in front of others. Her father's rules, once again, that governed her life. Ah well. She supposed that was what you got, when you have a father who is the Head of some corporation that earned millions. And with you as the only heir to that sum of money. Requirements to attend every blasted meeting, to know every blasted thing about the company, to show proper ettiquette - Chelsea hated it all. It was perhaps for this reason alone, why she was forbidden from showing smiles or frowns to anyone. It would, as her father had said, ruin his reputation. For him alone, that's why she could not have the free will to anything she pleased. Trying to do something for herself; it was never to happen. It was no lie to say that Chelsea depended greatly on her father. For everything - it irked her so.

A frown crossed her face, and it was by pure bad luck, that it occured just about the same time as he asked whether he was to be a Knight in Shining Armor. So much for a need to answer. She gave a small shrug, replacing the frown with a neutral expression, calmly saying, 'If you prefer it to be so.' She moved her legs - ah, she could feel them again. An expression of relief appeared, if only noticeable in the eyes. Taking a tentative step forward, she wobbled slightly, but managed to keep her balance. Good, this was good.

He was coming closer. She blinked, albeit afraid of what was to happen. To not show emotions never meant you didn't have them - Chelsea sure was an easily scared one. She could make out his outline now, if only faintly. Short hair, a little shaggy. It covered his eyes, but it looked good as it did so. Wait, what was she thinking? He did not look good, he did not look good - keep telling yourself that Young. To think another looked good, normally led to others thinking that she liked him, something she wouldn't want. She felt many of the opposite gender looked good, but she would never tell. Heaven knows what would happen if they ever found out.

He came closer, a mere few inches, when he did the unthinkable. He actually kissed her hand. As her eyes grew wide, and herself stifling a blush that threatened to show, she felt very unused to close contact with him. Perhaps because she was rarely allowed such 'privileges'. Her eyes returning to normal size, she heard what he had said. Knight... Pope? Wasn't that the ruler of Vatican, or something? No, not wasn't, it WAS the ruler of the Vatican. Chelsea knew enough, or so she thought.

Giving a slightly bored look, seeing through his trick, as she deemed it, she pulled her hand away. Slowly slipping it to a position where it was dangling loosely beside her body, with her other arm crossed over her chest to grasp the area above her elbow, she gave a slight nod in return. 'Pope? Nice try, to pull my leg. You can't honestly have a name like Pope.' Rude? Perhaps, but she hated lies, even if her father did try to deceive her. This reason itself was why she detested her father too, a mutual thing of sorts since he did show some dislike to her. Hah, bet he had been wishing for a boy. In the society, males were always still considered the better ones, were they not? Unfair, to a girl at least.

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