And They Called It Envy [Open]

[MAHARET AVIE ROSIER]

Stillness; the Black Lake’s surface looked as smooth as glass, a glinting coming off of it from the high noon sun sparkling like diamond shards scattered across it. Maharet always wondered what it would be like to have that sort of calmness in your life. With her it was a constant battle to uphold this false persona so that people believed she was a darling. The amount of effort that was put into it on a day-to-day basis meant one thing to her, and that was that she had an insurmountable quotient of stamina. Maybe it had nothing to do with that though, perhaps the real wonderment here was that she had a talent for acting- was that a particularly difficult profession- or did it have more to do with self-preservation? Regardless of what the truth was in her psychoanalysis the fact of the matter was that Maggie envied the lake. It seemed a bit silly even to her that she could envy an inanimate object, but that tranquility that the lake possessed was so very different from how she was. Her mind was always running a million miles a minute with both the most mundane of things and profound. As she contemplated the lake Maharet wasn’t quite sure which category these thoughts would be placed.

Her envy, as it often did, turned to annoyance. By chance, if anything in life was indeed a coincidence, a small pebble was nuzzled just barely visible in the dirt near the lake’s shore. From her position a few feet away, Maggie approached the shore carefully plucking the pebble out of the dirt delicately holding it between her forefinger and thumb while she used her opposite forefinger to brush the dirt off of it, a rather redundant gesture. Weighing the pebble in her hand Maharet shifted it from one hand to the other savoring the texture of the future culprit. Once she was satisfied, Maggie flicked her wrist sending the pebble out across the water. It went a considerable distance but that wasn’t what interested the girl. No, it was the ripples that disturbed the water in the pebbles wake that grabbed her attention. A haughty grin slowly crept its way onto Maharet’s mouth at the sight. The lake no longer held that sense of serenity that had so bothered her only moments ago. Instead there was chaos, and as offbeat as it might have been, the contentment of seeing something tremble from her doing seeped into her mind.

Such happy moments were fleeting though, as were most things in life. The lake soon settled back to its original calm. Maggie had to resist the urge to sneer not only could she not afford to use such a facial expression in public but it was awfully bad for maintaining a youthful appearance- no pre-mature wrinkle lines for Miss Rosier, oh no. Sucking in a deep, cleansing, breath Maharet let the moment pass. It wasn’t a total disappoint, she reminded herself. Beneath the surface lay things that could make the lake restless; merepeople, the Giant Squid, plant life, fish, and who knew what other creatures dwelled in the deep. Clinging to that thought Maggie let a tender smile slip onto her lips and just in the nick of time too for she heard the distinct sound of footsteps approaching. Seemingly oblivious to another’s presence, Maharet swept her luscious, golden locks behind her shoulder on one side, and adorned a look of wide-eyed innocence.

[wes]

Wes normally didn't bother with the outdoors in this time of season, when most students were cluttered inside. The only ones that ever seemed to be outsider were those damn tree hugging hippies, that wrote about how the trees curve depicts life or some shit like that. He wasn't into that fruity lala mumbo jumbo they came up with. But he was begining to bore of getting caught in a matter of seconds simply for just appearing. A man needed his play time dammit, why couldnt they accept that/ Instead the professors went on full alert mode for his face, which left the day to be a little lacking.

He kicked the pebble that stood in his path and watched it roll toward the lake , enough for him to notice the blonde bombshell. He licked his lips satiably, perhaps it wouldn't be all that boring today. He quickened his pace, until he was close enough. And by then he had thought of something. Innocently he pulled out his wand and whispered the incantation "Deprimo" , pointing it at the blonde. Within a matter of seconds a strong wind pushed past. What happened next was out of his control, and the girl looked as if she were about to go headfirst into the lake. All he really wanted was a peak at her panties but this.... was even better. He stiffled a chuckle and watched nature take its course. He would help her...... just...... not now.

(OOC: Was trying to phrase this so it didnt seem godmodey... but it still does....er.. but to clarify, you have total control whether she falls or not, )

[MAHARET AVIE ROSIER]

It was her downfall, literally in this case, that she hadn’t paid more attention to just who had approached. If she had then Maharet might have been more prepared to stand her ground. Gravity, thanks to the strong gust of wind, had taken effect and her unsure footing, compliments of the stylish high heels that she was wearing, caused her to tumble forward, straight into the lake. A small yelp escaped her lips before the water surrounded her body, soaking her completely. When she surfaced Maggie was furious. Her nails sunk into the palms of her hands, clutched tight into fists, and her fiery gaze landed on Goyle. Before permanent damage was done to her hands Maharet forced her hands to unfurl knowing that it only took a pound of pressure to cut through skin she was sure that she had almost applied enough as the crescent shaped indentations were quite deep.

She couldn’t blow up at Wesley in public despite the sudden desire to rip his throat out with her bare hands. Somehow Maharet had a feeling that Goyle was the one to blame for the sudden gust of wind that had knocked her into the lake. She did have to give him some props though; because he was so brutish that Maggie was surprised he hadn’t just shoved her in. As she stood to make her way out of the lake she nearly groaned at the feel of her heel sinking into the muck at the bottom of the lake’s shore. She was stuck and there was no way she would be leaving these expensive heels in the bloody lake.

“Well,” Maggie called in a terse tone. “Do make yourself useful, Wesley. Come give me a hand.” In no way was Maharet asking this of him. He was arguably bigger than she was, taller, broader, stronger, etc, but she didn’t take too kindly to being pushed into a lake ruining her hair and shoes. A little more tact could have been used but when dealing with someone the likes of Wesley Goyle one couldn’t come across as meek. That just gave him further reason to torment and Maharet was fairly certain that murder was still frowned upon in the wizarding community. Besides her father wouldn’t be all too pleased with her if she did anything too rash to Goyle, his family was just as old of Dark Wizards as hers.

(OOC: No worries, Sugar. I pretty much go with the flow with these things. I figured they would at least be acquainted given their families. If that doesn't suit you then let me know and I'll amend the post accordingly.)

[wes]

He was familiar with that look. It was the look that screamed TAKE ME. It was obvious she wanted him, infact... it was obvious to him before today. Back when their families first met. She pretended to play coy, but Wes knew better. But hell, if she wanted to play this game of cat and mouse, he'd more than willing oblige. Wes smiled innocently at the glaring face "Some wind eh?" he stated in mock surprise "You gals gotta be careful, I almost caught a glimpse of your well.... yknow" he coughed. They were white and lacy, but he wasn't about to get slapped for knowing.

"No problem..." he answered at her request. Not that he was one for usually helping but... it was obvious what this was... a decoy! Pretending to need help just so she could get close to him. Wes chuckled to himself, shaking his head as he got closer to her, and then scooped her up into his arms, her shoe still stuck in the mud. He stared at her in his arms, a dopey look appeared on his face "Lookin good" he hastily said, his eyes not moving from where they were currently situated at, her chest. Wwhich was now slightly see through since getting wet. Prior to now he could never see the appeal of a wet t-shirt..... now that he finally got it, he could see its glory. And being this close to it... heh.

(Sounds good to me )

[MAHARET AVIE ROSIER]

Maharet knew that Wesley was dim but he couldn’t seriously think that she was too. Some wind indeed. She wasn’t at all bothered that he’d seen her dainties, especially since she was now soaked to the core, her clothing clinging to her body to leave very little to the imagination. A delicately arched brow rose in regards to the discretion that Wesley had used before deciding that it didn’t really matter. Even he was entitled to being reserved; though it was a bit unnerving- ulterior motives swirled around in Maggie’s mind wondering which Wesley had in mind. When he swooped her into his arms, however, it became clearer to her. She had demanded a hand but who knew that Wesley could be an over achiever.

Her heel was still stuck in the muck though, which irritated Maharet greatly. Now she was going to have to accio it to her once she dried herself off. If not for her love of self, Maggie might have been offended that Wesley was objectifying her. She had come to terms with such things though. It wasn’t as though she didn’t check guys out so it was only fair that they could ogle her. More to make sure that he didn’t drop her, which Maharet wouldn’t put past him, than any real desire to, she wrapped her arms around Wesley’s neck. Besides if he got too fresh it was convenient for strangling him.

Even when she looked like a drowned rat he thought she looked good? It would have been sweet if Wesley’s gaze wasn’t fixated on her chest. Still, a compliment was a compliment and Maggie just couldn’t let it go unreciprocated. “And you’re looking…” Pausing a moment Maharet searched for a word that both described him and would be an underhanded insult. “Brutish, as always.” Brutish in the Neanderthal sense of course. Maggie flashed him a sweet smile that was completely insincere.