couldn't resist [blair/liz]

[blythe]

With startling precision, Blythe both painted her fingernails, and flipped through this week’s Witch Weekly with barely half-interest. She was not concerned with the recipes contained within the pages, the quizzes carefully laid out to intrigue the feeble minded witches who were actually interested in the crap they spewed. Blythe, for one, didn’t need a quiz to tell her ‘Who your prefect celebrity crush is!’ or what song of the moment fit her best, because she honestly did not give shits about that. No, those pages Blythe carefully tore out and tossed into the blazing fire across from her in the slytherin common room, they were useless anyway.

What Blythe really wanted was the gossip pages. She needed to know who had gone to what parties, which couples had broken up, the ones that had gotten together, which celebrities had been caught doing things they should have been... anything to wet her lips a little and deviate from the typical Hogwarts gossip that she knew all of. At the moment, there was a particular bit of information she was trying to push from her mind, and she hoped it wasn’t true. She was going to need to delve into this to get to the bottom of it and clarify what she knew.

As if on cue, Blythe’s younger sister, and only sister, Blair, came waltzing into the common room, Blythe only catching a glimpse of her red dyed hair, but it was enough for her to recognize. “Blair,” she called out, not looking up from her emerald green nails. “Babycakes, come sit with me,” she said, using her freshly painted hand to pat the empty space beside her. She spoke in a tone she knew that Blair would recognize. It wasn’t quite patronizing, or overly sweet, but it was the one she used when she tried to get someone to warm up to her, though she knew that Blair would answer any questions she asked.

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[BLAIR KENNA AVERY]

Blair had been in the library trying to finish the last few lines of her potions essay, she knew she could have easily finished in the common room but the idea of being free for the rest of the night was more appealing. Plus she was safe in this part of the castle, the stares still continued at some points which were annoying to her because in all honesty she wasn’t about to go curse some mudblood. Not that it wasn’t tempting to hex some of the more annoying people who attended Hogwarts but she obviously had more self-control than that. Not that she really cared what they thought, none of them were all that important in her opinion and that was that. She brushed a red lock of hair from her face as she ended her potions essay, feeling an immense satisfaction because she was free. She could do as she pleased for the rest of the night, until the next day when she had to work on the dreaded history of magic essay she had yet to begin. She couldn’t wait for her OWL’s, then she could just drop history of magic all together. Blair found it to be a rather pointless subject, after all who really cared about what happened in the past. Not that it meant that she wasn’t good at it, because she was, but it wasn’t something that she found particularly exciting.

She put her things in her bag as she rose from the chair to make her exit from the library. No matter how many people ended up staring she still walked as she did before, with confidence and with no real care in the world. She made her way down all of the dreaded moving stairs until she arrived to the entrance hall and she made her way towards the dungeons. Most people would find it dreary that they lived in the dungeons, but Blair personally loved it. Not many people wanted to sleep in the dungeons but it was the perfect environment for her. It was private, which she enjoyed and well it wasn’t as easy to break into as the other house’s common rooms. Well it probably was but it wasn’t common that people of other houses actually came close to the Slytherin common room. She gave the password and entered the common room, she was about to make a beeline for her dormitory when she heard a familiar voice. She turned towards it, finding her sister calling her over. Now Blair loved her sister very much and loved to spend time with her but she had been hoping to drop her bag off. But of course that wasn’t absolutely necessary and she could definitely use this opportunity to talk to Blythe about Blake’s little fun time with the Hufflepuff. Blair wrinkled her nose at the thought, but relaxed her face as she walked over to her older sister giving her a smile. No one paid much attention to the name that Blythe used for her, it was common knowledge that Blythe referred to Blair as babycakes, why? No one was truly sure, but all they knew was that they’d end up seriously hurt if they tried to mock or comment on it.

“What’s going on?” she asked as she sat down, “Is something wrong?”


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[blythe]

“Oh, so there must be something going on for me to talk to my baby sister, hmm?” Blythe responded, feigning hurt. It was true that she usually only called upon Blair when she needed something, or had something to tell her, never just because she felt like it and she wanted to talk to her sister. It just didn’t work that way. Blythe needed a reason for doing things or she’d never get anything done. What was the use in doing something without a tangible product in the end? Or a means to achieve, for that matter. Blythe could not recall one time that she’d simply done something because she felt like it and hadn’t planned to get something out of it in the end. That seemed so typically... nice and it didn’t sit well with her. To Hufflepuff for her tastes to be honest. Just as she had always disliked the house and all it stood for, particularly the loyalty part which didn’t sit well with her, but she had a feeling she was soon going to have another reason to dislike it. Why would you remain loyal to one cause or person, when a perfectly better, more powerful one came along? Surely that one would give a person much more profit and gain in the short-run, regardless of how important it was to stick with what you believed in.

“Now, darling,” she began and picked up one of Blair’s hands and laid it on her perfectly sculpted thigh. “You understand of course, that as young pureblood women of an outstanding family, we have certain...” she stopped for a moment, picking up her discarded bottle of nail polish and cracking it open again, setting herself to painting Blair’s pinky finger, then moving along to the next, and so forth. “Obligations, if you will. And those obligations, involve protecting our own from sullying our name. Correct?” she asked innocently, grabbing Blair’s other hand to start the process all over again. She didn’t doubt that her sister would answer with an affirmative. It was what they had grown up knowing, being taught by their parents that blood purity mattered, and that everyone who wasn’t pureblood was below them, though Blythe liked to make an exception for all those effected by vampirism.

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[BLAIR KENNA AVERY]

“Blythe, you are my sister I know you” she said, “You do only usually call me when something is wrong”

Blair knew her sister, and she knew that Blythe loved her and everything but still she also knew how Blythe was. So it was really no surprise to her that Bltyhe would want to talk about something or other. But of course there were so many things that her sister would want to talk to her about, so she could only begin to guess what this was about. She momentarily wondered if this had anything to do with the whole rumors about Blake, and the Hufflepuff girl. She had already shown her distaste concerning that situation to her brother, but he had told her that it was none of her business. Obviously she knew it was her business because whatever her brother did ended up causing some sort of shadow on them too. But it wasn’t like it mattered because as the baby of the family her opinion wasn’t all that valued sometimes, something she had learned to deal with over the years, but it still irritated her to no end. Nonetheless, she knew that if anyone could do anything about the Hufflepuff issue, it was Blythe. After all she was impossible to ignore, and no matter how much you wanted to, Blythe tended to command your attention at all times.

She wasn’t expecting her sister to begin painting her nails, but she obviously did so. As she listened to her sisters words, it became apparent to her that it was going to be about the rumors going around. Of course. But she knew that this was definitely going to be a moment of planning and of course figuring out what on earth was going through Blake’s head as he associated with the Hufflepuff. Even if she came from a pureblood family, she was a Hufflepuff. She couldn’t think of one Hufflepuff in the complete school population who had a redeeming quality. They were all a bunch of useless bodies who had no real intelligence, no “bravery” or they weren’t cunning. In Blair’s honest opinion they were the left overs and they were hardly worth the time. Blair was right, given that they were pureblood, certain things were expected of them. They had certain roles to fill, and even though they had no problems filling said roles, it was really rare when you stepped outside of the circle of that role. For example, Blair would never in her life think about associating with a Hufflepuff, or a Gryffindor. Ravenclaws were passable, just because you could at least hold a intelligent conversation with them, but the rest of them were a bunch of babbling buffoons that shouldn’t be given the time of day. But as she listened to what Blythe was saying, she lost her focus on what her sister was doing to her hands as she looked up at her. Blair knew what Blythe wanted her to answer, she wanted to agree with her. And honestly Blair did agree with her, but did this mean that the gossip had reached her sister’s ears? Or was there something else going on that she had missed.

“Of course, we always have to keep our names pure, as well as our bloodline” she said, “We are never to associate with those who do not come from a pureblood line”

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“Hahaha,” Blythe responded, chuckling lowly in her husky voice. At least her sister wasn’t a naive little twit and could figure out the pattern. In truth, while Blythe would have wanted to see her sister a little more and talk to her about everything, she remained open to Blair whenever she needed her, but rarely instigated conversation herself. Blythe simply just didn’t have time or nothing to talk about in fruitless conversation. She wasn’t going to force herself to make small talk with her sister when they could wait and talk about more important matters; it just wasn’t logical. “At least you’re not completely daft,” she said. It was the closest thing to a compliment Blythe would give out. She didn’t like flattering other people, even her little sister, mostly because she rarely found something to praise. It was difficult to impress Blythe and even more difficult to please her. Consequently, Blythe may comment on something, but rarely because it was praise and mostly because she was putting someone down by insulting them or commenting on something they didn’t want to hear about.

“Good girl,” Blythe said proudly with a half-smile, screwing the top of her nail polish back on and placing it on the coffee table in front of them. She’d always been quick with nails, it was a quiet precision that she had and was proud of. “Now Blair,” she began again, grabbing the younger girl’s hands and blowing softly on the nails to help them along. “If you’d heard of something that would threaten that blood purity, even a whisper of a rumour,” she set the girl’s hands back down and picked up the quick drying nail polish again, setting about putting a second coat on her sister’s fingers. “Surely you’d tell me, right? So I could deal with the situation swiftly and properly, correct?” Looking up at the girl from behind her lashes, her face was a hard stone gaze, daring Blair to counter what she’d just claimed.


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[BLAIR KENNA AVERY]

She expected that reaction from Blythe, for some reason whenever Blair spoke the truth to her sister she did end up having a small chuckle. But of course she wasn’t daft, she didn’t get anywhere by being unobservant. Stupidity was one’s greatest weakness in her opinion, and the last thing Blair wanted to be was weak. And if she was honest she had no problem knowing that Blythe only really called upon her when she needed something, because that was just the way their relationship worked. Blair wouldn’t want to bother her sister with things that were pretty insignificant. Blair didn’t like to bore others because if she didn’t like it, she was sure that others wouldn’t like it either. But of course she held back the eye roll at her sister’s comment because she knew that Blythe was aware that Blair was anything but daft. But of course older siblings tended to do that, they labeled their younger siblings and sometimes the labels weren’t at all correct. She had learned long ago to just take what Blythe said, and sometimes she used it as means to better herself. Other times it was just filed away somewhere in the back of her mind where she wouldn’t have to focus on it anymore.

“I’m not daft at all” she noted.

At her sister’s next words it became apparent that she knew, and she was aware that Blair had some knowledge of it as well. Obviously she didn’t know much, especially since Blake had basically dismissed her. It had been rather tempting to just let her sister know what Blake was up to, but he had said it was a game, surely it would be comical for the three siblings. But of course even if he was using her for a game, it still bothered her that the girl was a hufflepuff. There were only so many redeeming people in the house, and she was sure that the girl who her older brother was associating with was not one of them. She looked too sweet, and too innocent, and it just made Blair want to hit something. Yes she liked to play that card, but it was all part of a larger game. She could be just as scheming and manipulative as her older sister, even more if she practiced it more, but of course she liked t keep those moments in reserve for when they best benefited her. But she pushed the thoughts away and focused on her older sister, and she bit the inside of her cheek (a habit she had been trying to break) at her gaze. She definitely knew, and Blair had a feeling she would end up in trouble herself if she found out that she hadn’t told her herself. After all she was supposed to report everything to her older sister, she usually did, but of course she hadn’t deemed it important enough to look around the school for Blythe.

“Yes, you know I always tell you when these things come up” she said in an attempt to sidestep the truth, “What’s this all about, Blythe?”