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Quite so
Fri Jul 16, 2010 9:48pm

There was quite a variety of people within Backwoods Court; it made Eve nervous, to be around so many people, so many parents. It was one thing to schedule a meeting with one set of parents at a time, usually teamed up with Devon in the process; it was quite another to be in a room full of protective adults that would sooner rip someone’s head off than hear about a paper cut their son or daughter might endure under the school’s care. Parents could be vicious. Her own parents had been vicious when Eve was a student here; but they were the typical pureblood couple, who would more than likely feel right at home with a certain group in Backwoods Court right at that moment—a group Eve had been eyeballing for the past few minutes, having recognized the animal-like glint in their eyes as they appraised the room snobbishly.

Eve herself looked the room over, feeling a little indignant that some people might not think the room good enough for them; Eve, along with the rest of the staff, had worked hard—well, had worked to prepare for Parent’s Night. She had to endure snide remarks by Devon that entire week, as though she were a child, telling her not to do anything foolish. If he was thinking correctly, he would have remembered that his threats usually didn’t do very much when the time came for Eve to speak and act—ultimately, she ended up doing something that would bring a blow to her reputation.

Eve raised her glass to her mouth and took a large gulp, promptly choking on her drink. Ugh, apple juice! Just as she was about to shout curses at Devon, he spoke, reminding her of where she was. Instead, she gave him a bitter smile, her eyes shooting daggers at him. “It was butterbeer,” she paused then said quietly, “you ass.” She tapped her wand against the glass, vanishing it from her hand. She knew what he was doing. Keeping up appearances. Playing nice. Pretending that the two heads were constantly affectionate, best friends. The public was stupid enough to forget about past indiscretions, most of the time.

A thought occurred to her, just as Eve spotted Cassandra holding Jael’s hand across the room. Now was as good a time as any. “I set Cassandra up on a date with Dante,” she said happily, grabbing another butterbeer and sipping at it. She wasn’t stupid enough to think that he wouldn’t be furious when he found out. Dante wasn’t the nicest person, but Cassandra was a woman that could hold her own. Eve had thought that they would be compatible, but apparently that hadn’t been the case. For the past few days, Eve had been worried about word getting around to Devon, and the consequences that would bring on Eve, the instigator. Now, she had an out. He couldn’t do a damn thing to her right now, in front of so many annoying witnesses.

  • ShockingHeadmaster Grace, Fri Jul 16 9:24pm
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    • Quite so — Winchester, Fri Jul 16 9:48pm
      • No, see I was being sarcasticHeadmaster Grace, Fri Jul 16 10:25pm
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        • What is this sarcasm of which you speak?Winchester, Fri Jul 16 10:48pm
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                • And here we are.Winchester, Sun Jul 18 11:11pm
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                  • Best place to be. Devon, Joe, and . . . , Mon Jul 19 11:47pm
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                    • Now that he's gone, sureRand! Michealson Rand!, Tue Jul 20 12:02am
                      Rand had been interacting with the parents, keeping his shirt sleeves down and had his nicest robes on. His mind was distracted though. Even though they hadn't bumped into each other much, things... more
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