i.don't.C A R E

[Katarina Stanton]

Shot the pretty boy killed him on commodore
Need a new game, need a new something more

These blasted muggleborns...they ruined everything! They just had to come in and take magic that didn't belong to them, and just...just....GAH! Katarina couldn't even finish a legitimate thought as she stormed about the banks of the Black Lake, shoving other students aside as she went on her rampage. The fourteen year old girl was livid, and all because of some stupid Gryffindor girl. Everything about that blond bimbo irritated her, especially her bloodline. That blond tart didn't deserve to study magic. She and her whole muggle line were not worthy!

"Damn it all to bloody hell!" Katarina shrieked as she shoved a second year boy into the dark waters, before storming a few feet more, plopping herself down upon the shore. She just was not in a good mood.
Letting off some steam, she reached up to untie her ponytail, letting her dark tresses cascade down her long back. Her stunning eyes gazed across the lake with a fire still burning intensely behind them, her ruby lips pursed. She just couldn't get over the fact that a blond idiot like that had actually been accepted into Hogwarts! Of course, Professor Dumbledore was a muggle lover, so it made enough sense that her line would be allowed in, but this girl was so thick! She probably couldn't blast her way out of a paper bag, let alone perform a good harm. How had the idiot even gotten to fourth year?! The very thought made Katarina cringe. She just wanted to grab the girl by her skinny little neck and just strangle her until all the life had left her body. That thought made her feel amazing. She longed for the day she could graduate and use her magic outside of school....revenge would be so sweet.

Trying to calm herself down, she closed her eyes and breathed in deeply. She mustn't let the girl get to her...she had to be calm and collected. Breathe in and out, in and out, she kept thinking that as she sat along the banks, slowly letting herself resume a normal heart rhythm. Before long, she opened her eyes once more and found herself serene. Letting out a sigh of relief, she let herself lounge back upon the emerald grass, gazing up at the clear September sky. School had only just begun, she had a whole year to prove once again that she was much better than everyone else, that wouldn't be hard at all, considering. Katarina Stanton was beautiful and dirty rich. She could afford just about everything and anything, and her father held a high enough spot authoritatively that could get her anything else her wealth couldn't. Her beauty was unmatched by anyone else...but her temper sometimes took away from that. Most of the time, Kitty was calm and just sarcastic, rude quite a bit too. When her anger took over though, she was more rabid than a rampaging manticore.

Now though, she had managed to calm herself down. The need to murder had subsided, and she was simply enjoying the clear September weather.

tagged;; open
notes;; yes, i realize this is short compared to most of my other writings, but hey, it's a new character. i still need to get the feel of her.
status ;; complete

[Tom Riddle]

THINGS ARE SHAPING UP TO BE PRETTY ODD

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little deaths in musical beds[/font]
SO IT SEEMS I'M SOMEONE I'VE NEVER MET[/font]
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the black lake was one of tom's favorite hang outs. why?, well, simply because it usually was so peaceful here. when he sat there, his feet almost touching the repellingly black water, he was able to think clearly and he liked that. he didn't like it, at least not to much, when his thoughts were blurry and he was having a hard time to think; however would he be able to plot his scheming pranks on the other students with a foggy brain? get real, nobody would be able to plot anything if you were preoccupied by other stuff. when you sat down at the lake, away from school and whatever other commitments you had, you were able to think clearly, at least it was like that with tom. beside that, if you were to study and stuff, this was the perfect place for that to - so quiet, you would be able to hear a feather hit the ground. there was only the silent talking of the individuals around here as nobody really came here; they didn't appreciate the still, black, water and it's charm. only smart people like tom did and it was like that with everything; whatever people found scary, ugly, disgusting or whatever, tom found beautiful and magical. perhaps it was just him and rebellion, who knew and who cared?

as tom sat there, on the grass just a few feet away from the water itself, and practiced a few of his more innocent spells, a shriek broke his concentration and he sent a curse flying straight to a blond slytherin. it burned off her eyebrows and at the second it did, she was sent of screaming at the top of her lungs; 'my eyebrows! my eyebrows!'. big whoop - so her eyebrows got burned off, she should be happy that it wasn't her whole hair. as a splash ripped the silence once again, and another scream - this time belonging to a boy - made it shiver down tom's spine, tom turned around to see what was happening, his face hard as he was getting annoyed. the one place he had quiet was now being turned into a circus.

his eyes caught a girl, who was storming down the grass toward the banks, and then shifted to a crying boy who was trying to get out of the water. suddenly, a smile lit his groggy face up and he couldn't help but laugh. a seventh year old gryffindor girl came to aid the second year out of the water and when he grabbed unto her robe, and pulled in desperation of getting out of the cold spooky water, he pulled her down with him and she fell, head first, into the water. and tom was cracked up with laughter yet again - ah, this was much better then practicing spells and burning off girls eyebrows. letting his green eyes turn to the girl again, he admired her for a second. she wasn't that bad looking, however tom had never felt anything for anyone. yes, she was good looking and she could stay that way forever. didn't affect tom.. that much.

standing up, he collected his stuff - actually just his bag - and started toward the girl. "jeez, calm down, that was pretty harsh,"

[/color] he spoke, nodding toward the two who were now back on land. "made me laugh so hard, i would have nearly vomited. whoever made you that pissed off did a good job,"[/color] he added, sitting down beside her without asking for permission. he guessed that she wouldn't mind. her robes claimed that she was slytherin, so he had no problem sitting next to her; had she been anything else he wouldn't have come. "tom,"[/color][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

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TAGGED

[/font] katarina
WORD COUNT[/font] 620
LYRICS[/font] that green gentleman by panic! at the disco
JAMMING TO[/font] whisper by evanescence
STICKY NOTES[/font] this is.. not that bad, surprisingly enough owo.
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[Katarina Stanton]

Shot the pretty boy killed him on commodore
Need a new game, need a new something more

As she let herself get comfortable, she rearranged herself upon the grass. She let her arms curl up behind her head, reclining her dark tresses upon her milky white skin. She had just about forgotten about the incident that had happened earlier, when she heard a voice from overhead. Opening one eye slowly, peering at the newcomer. It was a boy she knew more or less from sight alone. He was very attractive, and from how the Professors acted around him, he was a "model" student. She could bring a name to match the face, however, not that Kitty really cared. Boys just weren't a big deal for her, unless they were doing what she told them to do. Most of the time, that was hauling luggage or cleaning out the cages of her pets. Love wasn't something that Kitty was looking for. It just didn't seem real to her, especially when "love" in her family included marrying a girl who was near the same age as your daughter, in reference to her father.

Paying no mind to his comment, she closed her eye once more. She didn't want to think about the Gryffindor bimbo. She'd just work herself up into a tireless rage.
A small burst of wind disrupted her side, making her take note that the boy was now sitting beside her; staying. Well, as long as he wasn't a nuisance, she'd have no reason to explode in a furious rage. She could just continue to lounge in comfort, letting all of her troubles fade into the backdrop for now. He introduced himself with a three letter name, making her smirk. Riddle, that was who he was. The golden boy of Slytherin that had all of the Professors wrapped around his finger. Well, what an honor it was.
"Kitty" she muttered nonchalantly, not even bothering to open her eyes or further acknowledge him.


tagged;; tom
notes;; sorry it's so short
status ;; complete

[Tom Riddle]

THINGS ARE SHAPING UP TO BE PRETTY ODD

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little deaths in musical beds[/font]
SO IT SEEMS I'M SOMEONE I'VE NEVER MET[/font]
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it annoyed him that the only thing that came out of the girls mouth, who was then presented as kitty, was her name and then.. nothing. he hated when people did that to him, to him - him, who would be the greatest wizard of all times one day. him, who was already thought of as a favorite among many of the teachers at school. he was good at everything and either people liked him or else they were scared of him, and either was fine really - he would have power either way, that of a friends or that of a enemies and both were fine with him. all he needed was power and he was fixed, that was all he ever wanted in his life - to be worshiped and feared at the same time, oh that would be his ideal way of living. hmm, and he would live like that someday - as mentioned before, at least a million times, he was going to be the greatest wizard of all times. he would tom professor dumbledor, in all his mightiness. that old dude would be no match for tom riddle, aka lord voldemort, when he'd grow up.

what more bothered him was that she didn't even seem to acknowledge the fact that, yes, slytherins 'golden boy' was sitting next to her, taking any interest at all in her. he found himself stupid now, was she even that interesting that she was worth wasting his precious time on her? really? she sure didn't seem like it, if she wanted his attention she'd have to try harder. god, he was being an arse, but that was tom and would always be tom. "not much of a talker, are we, kitten?"

[/color] he asked of her. he wasn't one to nickname people, as he didn't believe in it himself, but occasionally he would throw a nickname at someone. besides, she was slytherin and 'a friend', you could say.

with an arched eyebrow, he looked away from kitty and out at the black lake and then lowered himself down on his back, pulling out his wand again.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

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TAGGED

[/font] katarina
WORD COUNT[/font] - - -
LYRICS[/font] that green gentleman by panic! at the disco
JAMMING TO[/font] stand in the rain by superchick
STICKY NOTES[/font] sorry, bad post ^^.. my muse failed me ^^ <33
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[Katarina Stanton]

Shot the pretty boy killed him on commodore
Need a new game, need a new something more

No, Katarina wasn't "a big talker", as she didn't waste her breath on creatures that weren't of the same caliber she was. Everyone was lowly scum to her; no one was worthy. This may have been a good reason as to why she didn't exactly have many "friends". She hung around with a fair amount of people, yes, but they weren't people she trusted or confided in. They were just tools she used to achieve a means. Girls that she could use for information, boys she could use for visual muscle. She had no real use for "friends", what were those anyway? People you treasured like family and loved? Seeing as Kitty didn't love, the whole concept was futile.

Hearing Tom speak, she turned her head in his direction, her dark eyes now open as she sized him up. "You didn't just call me kitten now, did you?" she questioned, her voice turning fairly icy as she looked upon him, clearly not liking this new nickname he had polished off and pinned to her. Watching him with dangerous eyes, she took note of the wand he had just pulled out. "...I suppose it isn't incredibly demeaning..."Mimicking him, in case they were to have a face off, she sat up, brushing herself off whilst pulling out her own beloved wand.

It was very dear to her, much like a limb. Her wand was made of cherry wood, was ten inches long, and contained the sole feather of a phoenix. It was her most prized possession, more so than anything else her entire family owned or controlled, and that certainly said a lot.


tagged;; tom
notes;; sorry it's not the best
status ;; complete