Poppy smirked as Ace’s lips turned into a frown. She had touched some emotion at least, even though Poppy sometimes felt like Ace had none of them. “Has anyone ever called your column stupid?” she retorted. It was true that Poppy didn’t find Ace’s column utterly revolting. She pried into people’s lives and wrote about their issues, which made Poppy feel sick to her stomach.
“Fine,” Poppy told her as she flipped her hair and walked out of the room in an angry huff. She didn’t want to be around Ace anymore, even though they shared it a room. Her job at this school just made Poppy dislike her even more. Even being in Malfoy’s gang, Ace still bugged her and she could never find a reason why. She was supposed to be safe, almost untouchable yet Ace manages to touch her, and tear her insides out. Poppy hated that as well.
If Poppy honestly thought her simple comment had done something to her, other than make her basically raise her eyebrows, she was sorely mistaken. But this wasn’t the first time Till would have been wrong; she made many a questionable choice in her life. For example, giving in and joining Malfoy’s gang. Another one was to think she was intimidating, that act wasn’t fooling anyone any time soon.
In fact, Ace wondered if she was even fooling herself any more with what, clinging onto the soft Deacon McLaggen and agreeing to go on a date with Grayson Wood.
“Very original of your, poppet,” Ace smiled, patronisingly. What she did was far from a column, it was just a couple things sown together. Sometimes she pulled it from her hat, sometimes it was true. It amused her to see people try to figure out what was fake and what wasn’t.
With her dramatic hair flip, Ace turned away, laughing at her. It was just a heavy, overdone move, and Poppy probably thought she was being original - just like with her comeback. People liker her were just so predictable, so…utterly boring. It was people like her that made her wonder if her game was sometimes worth even playing if it mention dealing with them.
“I won’t Candice,” Poppy hissed. She was really letting her horrible mood get the best of her. Poppy knew that it wasn’t a good thing to do, especially with Ace around. She wrote a gossip column after all, and who wonders what she would say about Poppy in it just because of this meeting. She glared at her as she flipped her fiery red hair over her shoulder.
“Well, if you don’t need anything from me, I’ll be on my way,” she told Ace flatly as another barn owl landed on her shoulder. This barn owl didn’t seem to want anything else but a perch, and Poppy didn’t mind letting it sit there so that’s what it did. She then impatiently waited for Ace to say something that would piss her off even more. The fact that she was even waiting for Ace to speak was a mystery in itself. Why did she want to be subjected to Ace and her annoying remarks? Nevertheless, she continued to wait.
The usage of her first name made her quirk her eyebrow at Poppy. Even though it was obvious her nickname “Ace” was derived from “Candice”, she never confirmed. Even Robert Nott and Scorpius Malfoy respected that, addressing her by her last name. And as far as anyone could have known, it was a play on her own ego. The corner of her lip turned down - from anger? from disgust? More likely disgust than anything else; yeah, it was definitely disgust. “Has anyone ever accused you of stalking?”
“Go on, you did say you weren’t going to allow me to keep you,” Ace had nothing more she wanted to say to Poppy. If there had been, then she would have already known - they did share a dorm, after all. It wasn’t very hard for her to get in contact. It was just the girl was honestly that disinteresting. Ace couldn’t even do anything to her that would upset Malfoy, because she knew how little he cared about his minions. They were just a means to an end. But when she continued to stand there, the lackwitted child, Ace turned her head back to her. “Have you forgotten to walk, dearie?”
Robins and Malfoy?
Blah blah blah, pureblood, respectable, blah. As mismatched as the pair is, you’d know it’s doomed to be just another dull marriage. Rather predictably, Scorpius
SoupMalfoy has plans and only our little Robin can fulfil them. Pity, she’s such a pretty thing. He has plans to marry her after school, gotta get on to the baby making. Not like there’s a rush or anything, pureblood are a dying bred. Now - before this loveless engagement bored everyone to tears - does Robins agree? I don’t believe she has much of a choice but, wonder if she has someone on the side. Or is it Malfoy that does?Derek Lowe Suspended for Sexual Harassment
As if we hadn’t see this one coming. Derek Lowe, self-proclaimed “lady’s man”, has been suspended for sexual harassment. His victim, Carmen Wild, had attacked him with Sectumsempra after Derek continually pressed his unwanted attentions on the poor dear.
Wood and Richards are back on
You have to wonder if all the frogs that infested the castle had been a part of Grayson Wood’s wooing technique. Whatever the fuck, it seems to have worked. They were caught in a cupboard together.
Poppy Till and Deacon McLaggen, budding romance?
The pair were witnessed going into the Slytherin sixth year girl’s dormitory, to my utter horror and disgust. Maybe Till is just taking advantage of the naive little boy; maybe she’s using him as payback for the grudge his twin holds against her. Whatever it is, I wouldn’t put it past Till. She is proudly part of Soup’s “mindless minions.”
Brandon D’Eath: Bastard son of a Deatheater
Yet his mother couldn’t even think of a decent last name for the kid. Go figure.
“Unlike you, I really need to get something productive done.” She told her angrily as she eyed the owl on her shoulder, who looked like it just heard nails scratching a chalkboard. “Like I’d be pissed off at Scorpius’ engagement to some skank.” Poppy snapped at her as she ran a hand through her red hair. That stupid owl of hers hadn’t come back yet.
“Like I would tell you.” she stated with a mean glare. Suddenly her owl, named Deseo flew through the window. “There you are! Took you long enough!” She exclaimed to the owl. The owl then sat on her shoulder, and Poppy took out a small envelope. “This goes to auntie.” Poppy stated as she looked at the barn owl. Deseo then took the envelope and flew out the window. Loud hoots where heard as this was done, and Poppy sighed. Now she was noticeably less mad, and she sat there waiting for another one of Ace’s bland statements.
Ace shrugged. If Poppy intended that to wound her, she was going to have to dig her nails deeper. Much, much deeper. “Don’t let me stop you,” What Poppy wrote and sent mattered absolutely nothing to her. Was she expecting her to jump up and yank the envelope from her hands? For what? A message to Mummy? Daddy? Who. Cares. Really.
She hummed, turning her attention to the only other creature worth notice in the room. Valentine stared back, expectantly. Her lips curled up in the barest of smiles as she produced a treat from her bag and fed it to the owl from the palm of her hand. “Someone’s got their panties in a twist,” She spoke to the owl, but addressed the ginger. “A little less aggression, maybe he’ll listen to you once in a while.”
Poppy was very angry. She had a hard time venting with Taylor, then a boring time with Krissi, and now her stupid owl decided to just disappear. This made Poppy want to punch something with all the force she had. Angrily stomping to the Owlery, she burst through the door in the most horrible mood. She put her fingers in her mouth and let out a sharp whistle. Deseo the owl would come back eventually. She knew that but she needed him now, and he hadn’t gone anywhere in days.
Hearing the sound of nearby wings, but no owl, Poppy then realized that there was another person in the room. She tended to lost track of things when this angry. “What the hell are you doing here? ” Poppy asked venomously as she leaned against the wall. She would have to wait here until her damn owl came back from where ever he was. Poppy hated that her owl was so disobedient and promised herself that she would train him more.
The girl let out no response yet, only a very satisfied look was glazed upon her face. Poppy shrugged and walked over to an empty wall near the windowsill. Then she sat on the boxes of hay that littered the area. There was nothing better to do anyways, so she might as well try to have some fun with Ace.
Ace tilted her head, watching the girl’s anger with a mildly amused quirk of her lip. “I should demand the same of you,” Rather than lowering herself to snatch the bait Poppy laid out before her, she turned her attention back to the harassed looking owl on her shoulders. Valentine obviously was not a fan of Till’s whistling. She smoothed back his feathers affectionately. The Boreal owl hooted softly and nipped at her knuckles.
She had a special way with animals – owls, especially. Many of the owls housed in the Owlery were fond of her, whether they be school or otherwise. If someone didn’t know better than to joke about Ace Pruitt, they’d say she was half owl herself. “Now, now,” Valentine was much better, and he fluttered down from her shoulder to her thigh. Her fingers continued to stroke over his feathers as she angled her head back to Poppy. “Has Scorpius’s engagement upset you? Were you wanting him for yourself?” At the last, she pouted and tittered, shaking her head.
Of course Scorpius would find himself a pretty little pureblood to settle down with. It didn’t matter if he liked her or not (and she was betting on not) it was only expected of him. A Malfoy couldn’t – wouldn’t –settle for anything less than…well, Hazel didn’t have much going for herself, did she? Whatever. It was all boring, predictable, not worth her time and effort even finding it out. “Go on, regale me with your tale, unleash your burdens but, I ask you, do not to cry on my shoulder.” A bland smile was inserted here.
Well, this was certainly unexpected.
Not quite unanticipated, no, merely unexpected. Poppy Till. She was in her year, in her dormitory, and she didn’t know who she was. It was as though someone had been in a tree the entirety of the year and now chose to climb down - hitting nearly every branch as she went.
What a delusional little girl she was. Krissi had told Ace of her unforunate encounter with Till and the only thing that kept Ace from laughing herself to death had been the fact that the bitch didn’t know who was actually in charge here. She had worked hard for that. The fact that she was in Malfoy’s band of dimwits only poured salt into the wound. As if Ace would bow to her because she crawled so far up the pureblood’s arse the two were unrecognisable.
Still, it was amusing.
She crossed her legs, adjusting the cloak fastened around her shoulders, and couldn’t help smirking. It was past time Till and her had a proper conversation, eh?
Seated on the windowsill, her leg hooked almost over the edge, she had a clear view of the whole of Hogwarts. The owlry was bristling with activity, even as the sky above darkened. Her own owl was perched on her shoulder, the talons nearly dug in her shoulder through her thick cloak. Another owl, this one belonging to the school, was on her arm and she cooed to it affectionately, feeding it a treat. It nipped her finger before flying away in a flurry of feathers when the tower door burst open.
