beautiful stranger ;; [carter]

[pansy mae parkinson]

Pansy Parkinson was in one of those moods. All she wanted to do was pick on a first-year Gryffindor until she saw them burst into tears. There was so much going on in her teenage life at the moment. For the first time in her life, Pansy was caught between two boys. This was her first time because up until this point, there had been no one else but Draco Malfoy. But due to recent events, Draco had been neglecting Pansy. If it weren't for Draco's absence, Pansy would have never met the beautiful Slytherin quidditch chaser Adrian Pucey. As cheesy as it sounded, Pansy felt as if they were made for each other. They had both felt something that day they had first met, but it was only a matter of time before Draco had came crawling back to her. And just as things seemed complicated, they got even more complicated. Adrian had surprised Pansy by taking Hermione Granger to the Masquerade dance, while Pansy was of course accompanied by Draco. Had Adrian Pucey gone completely mad? Never in her life had Pansy been so disgusted. She felt foolish for actually falling for him and making a fool of herself. She couldn't wait to make Adrian suffer, him and his little mudblood tramp. The more and more she thought about it, the more enraged she felt. Luckily, no one was standing nearby, or else that someone would be missing a limb right about now.

In addition to her boy troubles, Pansy was faced with a much bigger issue. When Draco had said that he possibly wouldn't be attending Hogwarts next year, Pansy had thought he was being overly dramatic. He didn't seem slightly affected by the fact that he was now a member of the Death Eaters, and surely didn't make any hits at to how much danger he was really in. This greatly troubled Pansy. She couldn't bare the fact that Draco's mission, whatever it was, put him in this sort of grave danger. Was was to become of him? Was there a chance that she may never see him again? If that were the case, then Pansy wouldn't have it. She just simply couldn't allow Draco to go out on a suicide mission alone, even if it was for his family honor and the Dark Lord. She had to do it with him. There was no other way. Whatever he was going to face she wanted to face with him. Even if it meant death.

Entering the Great Hall, Pansy searched for Draco amongst the large crowds of students. He, of course, was no where to be found. Pansy tried to think back the the last time she actually had a decent dinner with him at the Great Hall, and to her disappointment she couldn't recall of any. She then stuck to 'plan B' and searched the Slytherin table for Daphne or Millicent. But they were no where to be found either. Where were your friends when you needed them? Why couldn't they just be there whenever you needed them, and not when it was just good for them? Pansy had thought about just skipping dinner altogether and just trying and find Draco, but he was probably 'missing' for a reason. Pansy clutched her stomach when she heard it grumble, it was obviously trying to tell her to make a move, and make it fast. She searched the table for some sort of familiar face, not caring whose it was. At this point she was desperate.

To her surprise, Pansy did manage to find someone familiar, eating alone no less. She had forgotten his name, but she knew that he was in the same year as her and they had some classes together. He was a fairly attractive boy. Not as good-looking as Draco or Adrian, but still was still very handsome. It was time for Pansy to change things up a bit. She needed to start taking risks, and letting go of Draco from time to time. Just when she got him back, he started to grow disinterested in her again. And that was when people started to talk, and not in a good way. But Pansy couldn't control herself. She was naturally excited when he finally started to pay attention to her, and show her some affection. She was human, and needed to be loved. Maybe if she allowed herself, she could learn to love another boy other than Draco. Maybe that would be better for her altogether. Pansy sighed to herself and began to work towards the boy. "Is this seat taken?" She pointed to the open spot across from him and spoke in a sweet voice, with a beautiful smile stretched across her face. It was the first time in a while that she had even managed to smile genuinely.

OH HELLO THERE, CARTER! SO I WROTE YOU THIS POST, AND IT HAS EXACTLY 807 WORDS. COOL, EH? ANYWAYS, MY DARLING IS WEARING UNIFORM. SNAZZY, EH? OH, I SHOULD LET YOU KNOW =). KENNATRONIC @ caution 2.0 MADE THIS TEMPLATE, BTW.

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[Carter Lange Lestat]

Being alone was not the worst thing in the world. It kept Carter sane, for starters, providing him with the best opportunity to think. It was not natural to find most Slytherins without companions, sneering at those they deemed incompetent at life. Carter found those sorts of stereotypical beings worthless. It was not as if these people deserved it, but it seemed like a waste of time and breath to throw unnecessary insults when said breath could be put to something much more useful. He reached slowly and leisurely across the table, wrapping slender fingers around the mouth of his goblet and lifting it, bringing it forward. Inside were the usual contents of orange juice, despite the fact that he preferred pumpkin juice. No, he preferred red wine of the finest quality, white wine on occasion. The elegance of the drink was far more soothing than the alcohol effect that usually enticed its drinkers. He took a sip, judging the flavour and set it back down, resisting a grimace. Orange juice was healthy, so it was certainly worth its consumption every morning; or, at least, that was what Carter continued to tell himself when he was deprived of the luxuries he was so accustomed to back at home. Could he truly call it home? It was certainly something marvelous, living years upon years of wondrous luxury in his uncle’s estates all over the world, having everything he ever wanted and more. To know that he was living in such grandeur and his father was rotting away somewhere was an extremely pleasant dream.

His past was a secret and he preferred to keep it as such. The rest of the school was better off believing him to be some spoiled child of wealth rather than the son of a bastard drunk. Sure, he could feel sorry for his mother and sister if he wanted to, but he hardly paid them any mind since his uncle magically found their hell of a hole in the earth that substituted as shelter. His lack of heir to the fortune he had earned seemed to be inspiring and just the luck Carter needed. He was naturally handsome, considered far more handsome than his older brother, and so he was chosen. It was a grand gift indeed and he would not change it for anything in the world. Perhaps when everything was settled and Carter had enough money for himself, he would buy off his sister and maybe even his mother. If only the Dark Lord was still around. From everything his uncle had told him, then perhaps it would be easier to get his revenge. His father was muggleborn and would deserve whatever awful treatment that was coming to him. Nevertheless, there was little that could be done now but to watch and laugh at the man’s misery. Nothing could prepare Carter for the day Charles Lestat I could die in his own filth at the tip of his wand. It was a marvelous thought.

His thoughts were interrupted just as a wicked grin crossed his face during the course of his thoughts. Pansy Parkinson was approaching him, asking him for a seat. They had never spoken too much aside for acquainted chatter during class, but everybody knew who she was. It would be foolish to pretend that she did not exist when she spoke to him, but he also did not quite feel it so much of an honour as others might have felt. He barely moved but looked up at her through long, dark lashes. Words were not necessary, so he shrugged his shoulders and shook his head in confirmation. She could sit if she would like to, but he might as well speak to her while she was around. “Just don’t eat those,” he said, nodding casually towards the plate of vibrant fruits that seemed all too enticing. “They’ve got little creepy-crawlies inside them; courtesy of those second years.” He tilted his head to the right, indicating a group of giggling second years who were all too impressed by their own skill. It was annoying that children such as that believed themselves to be magnificently triumphant beings over something as trivial as a prank. Still, Carter felt it was better than having the girl freak out after biting into something as enticing as that and then having it be some huge embarrassing scene.

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[pansy mae parkinson]

It was unusual that Pansy couldn't figure out who exactly this mysterious boy was. She was already a sixth year, and had been prefect for a while. Surely she should know who this boy was. He certainly wasn't part of Draco's crew, that was for sure. She had remembered seeing his face before, but she couldn't put her finger on it. Surely, he had to be in one of her classes, but she wasn't sure which one. She had hoped he wasn't as equally confused and unsure of who she was as she was him. Although, he would be a damned fool if he didn't know who she was. She was a pretty prominent figure amongst the Slytherins after all. Pansy didn't get the opportunity to hang out with boys a lot simply because Draco forbade it, and she wasn't exactly the easiest person to approach. He was his girl, and no one was allowed to flirt with her. But due to recent events, Draco was too busy to care about Pansy anymore. It wasn't exactly that they were 'broken up' but it wasn't exactly like they were boyfriend and girlfriend. She loved Draco with all her heart, but he was hurt. She was hurt. And here, right in front of her very eyes, was this gorgeous Slytherin boy. He was unintentionally taunting Pansy with his good looks, and she didn't know whether or not to accept them or turn away.

The boy didn't verbally reply to Pansy's question, he only shrugged as if he didn't care. She found it odd that even though he was in the same year as her, he was so quiet and mysterious. She had a hard time figuring him out. Pansy wasn't sure if she should encourage him to talk or keep the peaceful silence as it was. But to her surprise, the silence was broken by the mysterious quiet boy. "Oh, how very kind of you to tell me. Most people would just prefer a good laugh and get a thrill watching me shriek like a fool." Pansy nervously giggled, not knowing what else to do. She blamed mainly Draco and herself for keeping her so sheltered when it came to boys. All her life, she had known nothing but Draco. She sometimes envied her friends Daphne and Millicent who were 'free' They could be with whoever they want whenever they wanted, because they weren't tied down to one single being like she was. She felt awkward. All she wanted was to be with Draco, having a nice conversation about something other than Death Eaters and his misery. It was time for her to let go and loosen up a bit. But there was something inside of her that was holding her back.

The boy was not like most Slytherin boys. For starters, he wasn't very loud. Never in her life had Pansy met any kind of Slytherin with a reserved disposition. He was polite, whereas most Slytherin males were immature and extremely daft. It were almost as if he was perfect in every which way, almost as if he had no flaws. But how could she tell for sure? Pansy glanced at the annoying giggling girls. She rolled her eyes at their immaturity, she had no patience for foolish games at a time like this. "I'll have to teach those girls a lesson then sometime later." As she said this she stroked her prefect badge, her most prized possession. Curious as to who this boy really was, Pansy turned to him and smiled. "You're in my potions class, right? I'm so sorry, I've seemed to have forgotten your name." Pansy blushed a bit in an attempt to come off as sweet instead of brash. But that was only bound to last in a matter of seconds. "In case you've forgotten as well, I'm Pansy Parkinson, sixth year prefect. The only sixth year prefect, that is." It pained her to say this, she could never truly forgive Draco for dropping his prefect duties. But a smile came across her face as she realized she had just found the perfect replacement right in front of her very eyes.

OH HELLO THERE, CARTER! SO I WROTE YOU THIS POST, AND IT HAS EXACTLY 694 WORDS. COOL, EH? ANYWAYS, MY DARLING IS WEARING UNIFORM. SNAZZY, EH? OH, I SHOULD LET YOU KNOW 'tis horrible, sorry!. KENNATRONIC @ caution 2.0 MADE THIS TEMPLATE, BTW.

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[Carter Lange Lestat]

To see Pansy Parkinson alone was rather an odd sight to witness, to be sure. Her constant wanderings were often accompanied by the ever infamous Draco Malfoy. If the blonde wonder was not taking her arm, then she was giggling away with some other seemingly attractive females whom she deemed were her friends. Obviously friendship seemed to hold different meanings for most Slytherins, particularly in these days when nothing made sense. Since Potter ran his mouth about the Dark Lord, people became antsy with the fact that he was being contradicted by their ministry. If anything, Carter found it amusing how paranoid the world seemed to be getting when their national hero and their trusting government are in conflict. It seemed even more odd that the ever lovely Pansy Parkinson, if she could be deemed such, did not seem entirely comfortable with the socialization with others. This was not altogether surprising, however, considering that she hardly seemed to step out of her comfort zone. Being reserved, Carter was often given the chance to observe and found himself with much more detail on people than most would have believed. He kept these secrets to himself, however, for fear of ruining his reputation which did not seem to exist all that much other than being the mysterious Slytherin. He was attractive and girls approached him, but he was good at keeping everything hushed.

She gave something of mirth, perhaps more nervously inclined than genuine. Carter ignored this and gave a small smile and inclining his head in response. “As amusing as that may sound, their trick is too juvenile to be considered hysterical.” If a prank was to be pulled, it might as well hold unique amusement factors in order for it to be displayed appropriately. Carter would know all about that, for his subtle acts of hilarity had a tendency to become the center of roaring crowds, but he kept such thoughts to himself as she slowly sat in his vicinity at the breakfast table. She gave a glare at the girls who seemed to be thrilled by their lack of talent while stroking her badge. Carter could not help but to recognize the glint of gold at her breast, displaying her authority as a higher figure. “A Prefect Badge?,” he confirmed, his tone more conversational and quiet than anything else. “Congratulations.” He was not being at all sarcastic, but it was still rather amusing that she seemed to be so nervous in his presence. He could not understand why, for his social skills came natural but he hardly ever found the need to use them. Having a few genuinely close friends was enough for him to move on with his life and even so, being the most popular boy in the world was not necessarily on his agenda. For girls, he supposed it was significantly different.

He turned his attention to the napkin on his lap, which he plucked from his lap and folded neatly into the center of his plate. His hand had just touched the goblet he was reaching for when she spoke again, much more bluntly this time, before blushing a light pink. Grinning slightly, he nodded. “Carter Lestat, at your service,” he said politely, raising his goblet in silhouette before taking a sip. Oh yes, he would much prefer wine in the morning. Attempting to suppress a grimace, he put the goblet back down as she introduced herself, much unnecessarily. He listened politely, looking at her with his full attention, for it was clearly rude not to look someone in the eye whilst they were speaking. That was something he dreadfully learned during intense proper training sessions with his uncle, who found his nephew’s habits unfit for someone about to inherit a fortune larger than a king’s. “I doubt anyone can simply forget a face like yours, particularly if they have been sharing a class with you for as long as I have.” He was not being insulting, but his tone set off a charming sensation that equaled his politeness. She pointedly distinguished herself as the only sixth year Prefect in existence, which was odd to Carter for there were supposed to be two; a boy and a girl. “That’s odd. Are there not supposed to be two?” He knew that Draco Malfoy was supposed to be one of them but whether or not he was demoted was completely unknown to Carter, for he tried not to invade in that particular circle; nothing good could come of it, that was for sure.

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[pansy mae parkinson]

Perhaps the reason why Pansy was so intrigued in the boy was because he made her slightly nervous. It would be only pointing out the obvious by saying that he was completely and utterly fascinating. She couldn't get over the fact that he was so different compared to the average male her age. Maybe she made a mistake and he was really in his seventh year. If that were the case then she would feel even more foolish than she already did. But she was glad that she took the risk of approaching him. She even secretly hoped that one of Draco's buddies spotted them so they could report back to him that she was seen with another boy. Sometimes, she felt incredibly guilty for giving Draco hell about him not being a good boyfriend, if that was what he even was to her anymore. She understood he was stressed and needed some time alone, but she couldn't bare the pain anymore. Being neglected was on of the the worst feelings in the world, and it was something that even other students were starting to pick up on. In cases like these, Pansy tried to do what was best with her. If Draco didn't want to enjoy her company, then it was up to her to find someone who would. She couldn't allow herself to just be some unwanted toy tossed aside, she wasn't just some doll that could be taken out and played with occasionally. She refused to be treated in such a way. It was time she started doing something about it, and that time was now.

Pansy snapped awake once the boy had merely mentioned the word 'prefect'. It had only occurred to her a few moments ago that he could be the possible perfect replacement. On top of that, Draco wouldn't mind, nor could he even do anything about it because it was his choice to drop the position after all. Pansy never understood how out of all the things he chose to drop he chose his prefect duties. It was almost like a big slap in the face to Pansy, who had dreamed of the two of them becoming Head Boy and Girl together ever since she was a first year. Instead, he chose to devote the little time he had left in his life to Quidditch instead. This was something Pansy would never understand, not accept. Not entirely sure if the boy was being sarcastic or not, Pansy smiled and placed her constantly-moving hands in her lap. "Thank you." Was all she managed to say. What else was there to say really? Although she desperately wanted to, she couldn't just solicit the boy into becoming her other prefect partner. She hoped that maybe he would pick up on her hint sometime later. But first it would help if she actually knew his name.

Ah, Carter Lestat. So that was who he was. The way he even said his named sounded so suave and sophisticated. She watched him take a sip of whatever drink was in his goblet, almost as if he were some prominent figure at a fancy restaurant. Just watching him was like a beautiful dream. Pansy heard an unpleasant sound emerge from her stomach, reminding her that she had come to sit at a table with food for a reason. Blushing with embarrassment, Pansy apologized and grabbed a slice of fresh bread that laid on the table. She was so enthralled in Carter that she had nearly forgotten to eat. "Ah, well I sure hope that's a compliment." Pansy said softly, undoubtedly knowing that it was. Pansy loved nothing more than a man who showered her with compliments. She tried to think back to the last time Draco had genuinely complimented her, or at least made her feel good about her appearance or something like that. But sadly, she couldn't recall of any that stuck out in her mind. Pansy came alive the second Carter made note of the whole prefect situation. Trying to mask her true feelings of excitement of the subject, Pansy let out a sigh and shook her head. "Oh no, you see Draco was the male prefect but he dropped his duties because he's just dealing with some...er...family matters." Family matters. Ha. If only it were that simple. Pansy thought she was being too nice by covering up for him, but yet again she was never one to tell the whole truth. "And now you see, I'm stuck with trying to find a male equal. A sixth-year male that is, of course." She said very matter-of-factly, and hoped that Carter was at least somewhat inserted. If she couldn't be with Draco, then she sure wanted to be with him.

OH HELLO THERE, CARTER! SO I WROTE YOU THIS POST, AND IT HAS EXACTLY 793 WORDS. COOL, EH? ANYWAYS, MY DARLING IS WEARING UNIFORM. SNAZZY, EH? OH, I SHOULD LET YOU KNOW meh. KENNATRONIC @ caution 2.0 MADE THIS TEMPLATE, BTW.

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[Carter Lange Lestat]

Oh yes, there was something differently unobtainable about this Pansy Parkinson. He had only the chance to glance at her behaviour through classes and perhaps through her various activities in the common room. He, himself, had not much experience with socializing in such a public area, but his friends were more prone to seclusion as well. Nevertheless, he was judgmental of actions and knew how best to analyze people. Seeing her without Draco Malfoy was certainly a feat, considering the boy’s status in society. Carter, however, was not foolish enough to mention the boy she was currently dating. Rumour had it that they were no longer dating at all, but it never seemed so. Draco disappeared most of the time, which was mysterious in and of itself considering his history of socializing. The blonde boy seemed down, depressed, lonely, stressed, and upset. Nobody was really sure why, but it was obvious that there was something wrong with this boy. Carter hardly cared so he never questioned, once again. He preferred to keep to himself, for there were certainly things that he did not need people publicizing and it was better to keep people off of his trail. Perhaps it was not the best thing for him to be conversing with the most popular girl in this school – or so they say.

He gave a small chuckle when she spoke quietly about him giving a compliment – rather questioning the intention of his words. “You have given me no reason to insult you, darling,” he said. “So what is left but to compliment what should be complimented?” He gave her a crooked little smile and a slight tilt of his head to further his jesting manner before straightening the fork and knife so that they were straight next to each other. He felt like mentioning Draco, but that seemed to be the wrong idea. That hardly mattered because clearly she was about to bring him up. She complained of Draco’s inability to fulfill his duties as a Prefect. This seemed so strange because it was considered such an honour to be with that much authority, and Draco Malfoy seemed to be the last person in the world who would not love to have that kind of authority. Carter hid his crave for this gossip but kept to himself as Pansy explained that he had family issues. Carter’s brow furrowed slightly, knowing the feeling of family troubles, but did not allow himself to be troubled by such thoughts and continued with his suave demeanour. “I am sorry to hear about his family issues,” he said with sincerity. He was not sure exactly how these words would affect her but they were certainly worth a shot anyway.

He felt the need to distract himself so he began to fold his napkin, contemplating her words as she confessed the need for a replacement. It was clear that she needed someone like Carter, and he received the vague vibe that she was indicating him. Nevertheless, he was not so inclined as to accept this unofficial offer without be sure. Plus, what was the fun in this? Playing hard-to-get was the best part of being male. Pansy was popular and it would be quite the game to play, but Carter was not interested in playing some ridiculous game to break her heart. Like anyone else, he liked attention from certain girls, so he decided to act most like himself. “So you are in need of someone who is qualified for this … job,” he said, repeating the situation. His brow went up and he shrugged. “Have you any idea of whom you wish to consider?” He smiled and looked up at her again through his lashes, using some typical charm. “Cannot be just anyone.” He pretended to contemplate, even looking down the Slytherin table for potential candidates.

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[pansy mae parkinson]

What are you doing Pansy Parkinson? Are you trying to put yourself in an early grave? Pansy tried to block out these very thoughts out of her mind. She wanted to fully enjoy every second she was spending with this beautiful compliment fairy. Pansy blushed impulsively and glanced down at her lap. "You're very kind." She had seen herself go down this very road before. She had done it with Adrain, and vowed to never do it again. Ever since she stopped speaking with Adrian, she bound herself to Draco. She hadn't realized until now that he was truly in great danger. He had hinted to her several times that not only his honor, but life was at risk. Pansy refused to lose him. She promised to herself that she would stick with him no matter what. There was no way that she could simply let him walk away from her life forever, while she stayed to suffer it through alone. Trying to clear her mind of thoughts with Draco, Pansy smiled warmly at the beautiful boy and tried to take in the gift of the present.

"I've been searching high and low for the right person but so far I haven't had any luck. I need to make sure that whoever this person is will be fully committed and equally determined as myself." Basically, she needed someone who was nothing like Draco. Draco was never one to be committed to anything, which was why she was surprised in the first place that he had taken the Dark Mark. Perhaps he was forced by his parents to do so. Maybe that's why he was so agitated all of the time, because he secretly loathed the position in life he was stuck in. Why didn't he let her help him then? Why couldn't he just embrace her need to assist him quit all of his whining? Pansy sighed to her herself quietly and sipped away at whatever the liquid in her drink was. "I'm beginning to think of it as a lost cause, but I would really hate to have to give up." Pansy was never one to give up. Whenever she was teasing others, she didn't stop until she saw then cry. She didn't stop until she got exactly what she wanted, and what she wanted was a faithful companion to help her control the school. Someone to take Draco's place, and make Salazar Slytherin proud. There was no need to fret. Pansy Parkinson always got what she wanted.

Pansy was pleased that the boy actually bothered to take interest in the matter. She couldn't be sure that he was indeed qualified for the job, but she wouldn't mind having someone like him to share the title with. He seemed responsible enough, and fairly attentive. The only thing she didn't know was his blood status and political views, but she had nothing to worry about. He was a Slytherin after all. She felt slightly embarrassed for not paying closer attention to him all these years. Did he himself question her sudden interest in him? Did he think she was crazy for talking to him in the first place, or rather, being spotted without Draco by her side? It was all Draco's fault. It was always his fault. It was because of him and his stupid group of brainless monkeys that Pansy didn't get the opportunity to converse with other boys in the grade. And now here she was, as a sixth year finally getting the opportunity to do just that. How much longer did she have before it would be all gone? "If you know anyone who would fit this criteria, please don't hesitate to let me know." Pansy smiled at the boy and took another sip out of her glass. A wave of excitement came over her, she felt so close to sealing the deal. "Or even if you yourself would be interested in the position. Although, I'd have to get to know you a bit better."

OH HELLO THERE, CARTER! SO I WROTE YOU THIS POST, AND IT HAS EXACTLY 668 WORDS. COOL, EH? ANYWAYS, MY DARLING IS WEARING UNIFORM. SNAZZY, EH? OH, I SHOULD LET YOU KNOW sorry for the wait! >.<. KENNATRONIC @ caution 2.0 MADE THIS TEMPLATE, BTW.

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[Carter Lange Lestat]

Yes, something was definitely up with Pansy Parkinson- but she was a prize to be won. Not only was she rumoured to be completely dedicated to Draco Malfoy, whose intentions throughout the year on behalf of his mysterious activity remained unknown, but she was blushing to Carter’s comments. It was not that he was altogether unused to this behaviour, but it was Pansy Parkinson. “It’s not kindness; it’s honesty.” He winked and grinned impulsively, taking a polite sip from his goblet. Oh, how he did miss the taste of red wine. To distract himself, he gave the goblet a glance before setting it down and looking at Pansy again, back straight and head only slightly tilted to the side. “Although I suppose Slytherins are more notorious for their dishonesty, are they not?” Shrugging, he leaned back and folded his legs beneath the table. Donning the black robes of Slytherin, he did not fashion the shiny P pin that Pansy possessed, but that was quite alright. There was no real reason for him to possess an item despite the authority that came with it. “Alas, there must be a select few of us with enough dignity to remain out of that category of stereotypical identity.” It was a thoughtful tone he spoke and almost meant every word. His uncle taught him the etiquette of word choice and how best to string sentences together to sound sophisticated. It was part of his ‘natural’ charm and would not have it any other way.

This business of finding another Prefect to replace the boy of her dreams seemed to truly irk her. He listened to her with polite interest, not really caring too much about the situation outwardly. Would he like to be Prefect? He thought about how his uncle would feel about it and found that he would approve of this situation. It would look better if Carter was to attract decent and high class job opportunities. “You take your duties as prefect rather seriously,” he commented, smiling and flashing white teeth. “That is admirable.” He was not being at all sarcastic, but rather sincere. At least she seemed to have her head in the game, unlike most Slytherin girls her age who were constantly under the influence of immaturity. “You are better than that to give up, I think,” he added complimentary. “If there is anything I can do to assist your cause, let me know.” But she finally brought up just what he was expecting her to; asking him in an indirect fashion whether or not he would be interested. Throughout the conversation, he thought about it lightly and figured that it may just be an opportunity that he could not pass up. Considering that she was choosing him was also another fabulous factor that played into the situation.

She mentioned that she wanted to get to know him better, however, which was not entirely on his agenda. Whenever a girl suggested such a notion, they tended to desire to know everything about his past and he was not willing to release such information. Even those of whom he called his friends knew very little about his situation back home. “How can I pass up an offer such as this when it comes from you?” he said with the intention of flattery. He shifted slightly uneasily in his seat, catching himself quickly in this act of weakness and smiling confidently, hoping to amend for his movement. “Whatever you desire,” he said in response to her suggestion of getting to know him better. “I am at your disposal.” He brushed the front of his sweater and adjusted his tie so that it lay perfect against his chest. If anything, he preferred to be perfectly dressed and handsomely attired even in his school uniform. Personally, he thought he made these droll uniforms look wonderful. There were a few decent looking Slytherins who were attractive enough, but most were too full of themselves to even be considered handsome.

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[pansy mae parkinson]

If it weren't for the fact that Pansy was practically tied to Draco and had been with him for practically all her life, she would lean over straight across the table and kiss Carter until she couldn't breathe. The more and more she spoke to him, the more and more she realized just how beautiful he was. Never in her life had Pansy been so adored and complimented before. It hurt her inside to know that this boy that she barley knew was kinder to her than her own boyfriend, or whatever it was that Draco was to her at this point. Perhaps Draco was just incapable of giving affection, maybe there was something missing in his genetic makeup. Whatever the reason, Pansy couldn't help but feel rather neglected by Draco recently. Her plan to make him jealous by using Adrian when nowhere. Pansy only found herself falling for the boy and in the end chose to end their friendship before things got worse. Was she about to find herself going down the same road with this boy? No, of course not. This was all strictly business.

Pansy felt her heart sink when Carter had mentioned the mere word 'dishonesty'. Pansy was a fairly dishonest person, but up until now it had never bothered her. She decided it was time for her to turn over a new leaf and always come out with the truth. This way, she wouldn't have anything to hide and could roam free with a clear conscience. Sometimes it was good to start over. "I suppose you could consider yourself one of those few then." She felt like the opportunity she had now wouldn't be so quick to happen again. This was her chance to start over and form a new friendship, to have someone that appreciated Pansy for who she was. She didn't want to fight the warm feeling inside her, she wanted to embrace it. She wanted to get to know this beautiful boy and live her life happily from this point on. If only it were that easy.

She was here for a reason. Surely, she had stumbled upon this empty seat across from this beautiful boy for a reason. Pansy's whole face lit up when Carter had shown his intrust in the position. She couldn't think of anyone more fit for the job. Where was he hiding all her life? Why hadn't she heard Draco mention him more frequently? Just who exactly was Carter Lestat? "Well, l don't know why I shouldn't consider you for the job." Pansy shrugged and smiled warmly. She wasn't going to give him the position just yet, there were still a few things she had to make sure of before she did. She had to be sure that he would be committed, and not abandon her like Draco did. And his blood status of course, though there was no doubt in her mind that he was nothing but pure. As pure as pure could get. But before she could interrogate and intimidate him, she wanted him to feel comfortable. She would hate to offend him, she had a natural tendency to do that sometimes. Casually placing her hand under her chin, Pansy smiled gazed into the boy's beautiful eyes. They weren't ice blue like Draco's, and they weren't deep blue like Adrian's. They were a beautiful green, a color that Pansy adored the most. "What's one thing I should know about you?"

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[Carter Lange Lestat]

Sometimes, Carter honestly wished that he could read minds. It was a childish sort of desire but he felt that so much could be accomplished if only he could truly identify what it was that was going through a converser’s mind. Although he was gifted with an acute ability to read faces and judge body movement, mind reading would be the icing to the cake. Seeing as this was not an opportunity, Carter took to simply being discreet in his reading. Pansy Parkinson was a treat, to be sure, always a pretty girl with a certain fierceness that could only be admired. He barely knew her but had heard enough about her to know not to quite trust her- particularly considering her connection with Draco Malfoy. More than once had he been warned against her as well as Daphne Greengrass, both whom regarded people under their nose. If only he could see just how much his trust comment affected her; he would be able to see just how best to manipulate the situation. Still, he preferred to play it safe for now. He shrugged at her comment as she insinuated that he was one of the few who could be deemed trustworthy. He wanted to simply laugh, knowing well enough that he was far from honest and trustworthy only to those he actually cared about. Pansy was basically a stranger to him and so his concerns lay elsewhere other than flattering her which seemed all too easy. Girls seemed to work easy in that way and it was a wonder that Draco did not pick up on this little gift if he wanted to keep his girlfriend. Everybody knew that there was a rift beginning to tear in their relationship and Carter knew that he was having his way with Pansy right now, using his charms to make her seem important and happy. It seemed like a terrible talent to possess, yet Carter made sure to use it well.

“I don’t consider myself anything but human,” he said blandly, finding that he was no longer hungry. He pulled the napkin from his lap and dabbed at the corners of his mouth before placing it neatly on his plate and pushing said plate with all of its contents a few inches in front of him. “What do you consider yourself?” he asked politely, once again formulating a conversational tone mingled with polite interest. He leaned forward and put his arms on the table, folding his hands in front of him and watching her with a small smile tugging at his lips. This question could have been interpreted in several fashions and he wondered just how she would take it. The people around them buzzed with chatter about things that probably did not even matter; some left early to get a head start to class, but Carter was smoother than that. Fashionably late was not entirely in his vocabulary but he hardly had any classes to concern himself with- particularly not when Pansy Parkinson was here randomly handing out Prefect applications. Of course, it would not be as simple as this. She was looking for someone to replace her boyfriend and it amused Carter that she sought a boy- him, especially. Carter was not ignorant of his looks and his effects on the female gender; if anything, he basked in it. Still, he took no part in flashing himself out to the world and preferred when the world came to him. That was what his uncle often told him and whatever that man said was how Carter chose to live his life. Sometimes he felt that he owed it to the man to do everything he said considering the new life he had offered to him above his half dozen other siblings.

There was a snag and clearly she wanted to get to know him better. She mentioned this and he considered it. Just what exactly was she looking for? Probably blood status which made Carter’s skin crawl. Mudbloods were one thing, certainly, but Carter could not hardly blame half-bloods for the fact that they may have a muggle or two in their bloodline. Some Slytherins were simply too ignorant of the fact that pure blood families were extremely rare to come by and more than fifty percent of students who claimed to be pure were not. He gave a small chuckle at her question as if it was really amusing, sliding his arms off the table and into his lap. “The one thing you need to know about me, Pansy Parkinson, above anything else -” he said with sincerity mingled with amusement, leaning forward as if this could be a secret; he looked dead into her eyes with a certain playful spark in his own, “- I am full of surprises.” With that, he leaned back with a smile dancing on his thin lips, looking at a peer who gave him an odd look. He watched this kid pass behind Pansy before turning his eyes back on her. “Your turn,” he said, gesturing at her. “What is one thing I, Carter Lestat, should know about you?” He tilted his head slightly to the side and looked at her.

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[pansy mae parkinson]

As their conversation progressed, Pansy's heart began to beat faster and faster. She felt so close to getting what she wanted most, a new prefect that would share her authority over her fellow Slytherins. But best of all, she would be getting a new companion. Yes, that was what Pansy needed. Not another silly boy to fuss over and take care of like a mother. She needed an intelligent being who would take their title as prefect seriously and assist her when needed. Yes, Carter Lestat would be the perfect candidate for just that. But what else was there to know about him? He was fairly mysterious and for the most part, kept to himself. That's exactly what she needed, a partner who wouldn't cause too much drama and create gossip. Even though she loved it, she knew when enough was enough. And between after all she had been through the past couple days, she had just about enough.

She thought a moment about what exactly taking on a new partner would mean, especially someone like Carter. Would people really talk and spread gossip about the two of them, despite the fact that Carter had been able to doge it all of these years? Would Draco be upset with her when he found out that he had been replaced? It was his choice to drop the position after all. She deserved to have a replacement. She deserved to be happy. She didn't care anymore if they talked, as long as she stayed loyal to Draco nothing could go wrong. It all sounded easy, but in reality was going to be a challenge. "I suppose I haven't given it much thought." Pansy cocked her head to the site and thought a moment. She found it amusing that each question he posed for her made her think. "I'd like to consider myself human too, despite what other people say." She rolled her eyes, indicating that it was no mystery that she was often talked about. Bad or good, she secretly loved the attention she got from it, but made no indication of that from her expression. She paused for a moment and couldn't help but take one good glance at the boy's beautiful green eyes. She smiled, and softened her voice upon her reply. "I have a rough exterior, but I'm rather soft in the inside."

What else exactly did she need to know about this boy before she could make him prefect? Obviously, he had to have the right academic grades for the job. She was fairly certain that he was a bright student and would meet all the requirements for the task. He was after all in a few of her classes, and Pansy was one to keep tabs on everyone's academic work. He had to take his duties seriously and not leave Pansy to do all of the work, although she had no doubt in her mind that he would do just that. She also knew that he wasn't on the Quidditch team, which came as a huge relief to her. Pansy pretty much despised everyone on the Quiddich team, Slytherins included. Ah yes, his blood status. Surely, she couldn't go around giving out a position as Slytherin prefect to someone other than pureblood. She wasn't particularly sure what his blood status was, but she was sure it wasn't anything lower than pure, or else he wouldn't even bother considering himself for the task. "Am I not the one who's supposed to be asking the questions?" Pansy raised an eyebrow and and cracked a smile. She was rather amused by his own reply, she did happen to like suprises. But only if they were good ones. "Oh alright then, I'll tell you something. Let's see..." Pansy gazed up to the ceiling, trying to search for something to distract her from gazing into his eyes once again. "One thing you should know about myself is that I don't take 'no' for an answer." She sure wasn't about to now.

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[Carter Lange Lestat]

Carter was fond of being as sophisticated as he was with words. It was definitely a talent that would not be hidden from him. It seemed that he was beginning to take its toll on Pansy Parkinson, which was just what he wanted. Her exact intentions remained unknown: it was definitely not a surprise that she was looking for somebody to promote as Prefect, but why him? Because he was handsome and better looking than Draco Malfoy? Cater was not a fool enough to think that this would not be a simple intention but perhaps she was not only trying to find someone to beat out the blonde boy, but to replace him. He grinned at her response. “We are all human, whether we wish to admit it or not,” he said. “Well, most of us.” He gave her a little playful smile. There were those select few who could be deemed questionable. “And you don’t listen to what other people say because you have a rough exterior.” It was not exactly a question but it was not exactly a statement either. He watched her with simple curiosity playing about his facial features. One eyebrow lifted as he waited for her response. She did have a rough exterior and there was certainly no question about it. The thing was, however, that he was much more interested in the soft interior. “I can see this exterior of Pansy Parkinson,” he commented, gesturing towards her entire person. “But what is it about this girl makes her tick is what I would like to know better, if I could.” He inclined his head slightly but said nothing more about it. Showing an interest in her as delicately as he made it seem was the best option, he figured, for now.

He could not help but to laugh- a genuine moderate chuckle that rang through the air surrounding them. She was supposed to be the one asking questions yet he could not help to hold his tongue against his own. “I apologize, but mine own curiosity exceeds me.” Nevertheless, she answered his question without hesitation and he grinned. He watched her as she looked up at the ceiling, unable to follow her eyes as they left him to gaze up at the ever transforming ceiling. Instead, he simply watched her facial expression in thought, taking in everything there was to examine. She then looked at him again and replied to his retaliating question. This only made him laugh again. “Is that so?” he said, still chuckling. “Nobody has defied your wishes, have they?” The question was slightly sarcastic but he knew it was not a lie. She seemed just the sort of person who always got what she wished no matter what and whomever dared to challenge her would soon regret it. He leaned forward, eyes sparkling with amusement. “I shall have to keep that in mind.” He propped his elbow up on the table and rested his chin in his palm. He wanted to know more; despite how pretentious her acclamation might be considered, he could not help but to really want to extend further into her soft exterior. He was not stupid enough to pry, however, and so kept quiet to a certain degree. “Anything else I should know?” He looked her dead in the eye, making sure not to break the eye contact.

But now the tables must be turned. Although Carter would not mind getting to know the inner workings of Pansy Parkinson, he was also the subject of her own interrogation. He was waiting for the blood status question but maybe she would think it too rude to ask outright. Still, he wanted to know just what it was that she would be inquiring about in regards to himself and managed to discreetly brace himself for the personal questions. He was able to hide his emotions well and replace them with others where nobody could tell the difference. “Anything else you would like to know, darling?” Tilting his head slightly to the side, he did not take his eyes off of her. This made sure that she knew he was in her full attention and was not about to go anywhere- at least, not now. If she became too nosy he considered leaving her. She was known for gossip and spreading things around the school. Carter knew more than she might care to like him to but he would never admit it, for she was not the only one who would talk about such things.

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[pansy mae parkinson]

If Pansy had ever seen a human enigma, Carter was certainly one of them. Something about him was so charming, Pansy was finding it harder and harder to control herself every time he spoke. Had he put something in her drink, a love potion perhaps? Pansy always was dedicated to Draco, never had she allowed herself to venture off and flirt with someone new. Until now. Frowning at Carter's reply, Pansy fiddled with her fingers and glanced to the side. She was sick of boys that could only see Pansy's rough exterior. Sure, she loved to assume that authoritative position over people, but not for this boy. She wanted him to know that on the inside, she was in fact rather gentle. There was no denying that Pansy held very few affections. She was wise enough not to pour her heart and soul out to the world only for it to get broken in a million pieces. Instead, she chose to save her kind words for the close few. "Well, as for those that have they're nothing but dead to me." She said with a smirk, which soon faded. There was nothing more that Pansy Parkinson hated than being denied or refused, for anything. It was true that she was one of those people that simply had to get their way, and when they didn't things turned ugly. But that was who she was, and whoever chose to be with her had to accept that. She wasn't going to change for anyone anymore.

Glancing around, Pansy noticed that there were only a few students left in the Great Hall. How long was she here for? Would Draco be back in the common room by now? Pansy resisted the urge to push away these thoughts and ask as many questions as she could about this boy, but she couldn't. She knew there would be another time for them to get to know each other better, plus it gave her an excuse to speak with him another time. "There is an infinite amount of things you need to know about me, Mr. Lestat. But I'd rather not bore you with all of the boring details. We can save it for another time." She added with a wink, and sipped the last remaining drops of liquid from her goblet. She wondered to herself if she was a memorable person in the eyes of Carter. Would he even bother to speak with her again, or would he just pretend like she was any other classmate? Surely, if he accepted her position as prefect, she would see much more of him. But Pansy still wasn't sure if he even wanted the job or was just messing with her mind, like any other Slytherin boy would. Biting her lip, Pansy glanced around the giant hall and tried to avoid the temptation of sneaking at peak at his gorgeous eyes once more. Was she in fact, getting played and tormented by this boy, who after their conversation was simply going to leave and never speak to her again? Or was this all just the beautiful dream that she was waiting for all her life to soon become a reality?

Darling. Just hearing Carter utter the word to her sent shivers down her spine. Never in her life had a boy called her that, and actually meant it. Not even Draco. Though his offer was tempting, Pansy didn't want to insult him and pry any further. Any fool could see that this boy was simply practically perfect in every way. "No, I think that's all. Unless there's something else you'd like me to know about you." Studying him for a moment, Pansy thought of what she would able to accomplish by being his partner. All she could see was herself being happy, which was all she really wanted in life. With Carter, she felt a sense of security and elation that no other person could make her feel. The scary part was that she barely even knew him, yet out of everyone she knew, he was the only one that could really make her feel special. Looking around, Pansy observed that there were even less people in the Great Hall than before. "I'd best be going now, but it was a pleasure speaking with you. And thank you for letting me sit with you for dinner this evening." Pansy held out her hand to shake with a smile on her face. As she turned around to leave, she had felt as if she had accomplished something, but she didn't know what it was. All she knew was that the butterflies in her stomach were still present. But then it occurred to her, there was still one more task that had to be completed. Stopping in her tracks, Pansy had took a deep breath and turned back around to face him. "Oh, and consider the position as prefect yours. That is, if you want it." She smiled again, and glanced into his eyes for the very last time. But as she turned back to walk away, all she could think of over and over in her mind was what have I just done?

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