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[MAHARET AVIE ROSIER]

An amused grin quickly came onto Maharet’s lips as she pulled out of the kiss doing her best not to laugh in the kid’s face. He had been so excited, had eagerly placed the Galleon into the palm of her awaiting hand with a triumphant and giddy smile parting his lips the moment he had stepped up to the booth and before Maggie could even get a chance to put the coin away with the rest his lips had crashed onto hers with a bunch of his mates hooting and hollering at the sight of the third year smooching the likes of her. Why had Maharet volunteered for this gig? It was simple. Her father was on the school board committee and had suggested that all proceeds from the kissing booth be sent to a forest preserve fund that housed endangered magical creatures- all for the sake of appearances. Maggie was to represent the Rosier name in this particular fundraiser, which she wasn’t too torn up about to be honest. She had done worse things to please her father so this was no trouble.

As the boy came back in for more Maharet put her hand up pressing it gently to his lips. ”Sorry darling. One kiss per Galleon.” Pouting the boy reached back in his pocket to retrieve another only to find that another girl stood behind Maggie waiting to take her place. Before he could hand it over and collect Maggie was up out of her seat letting the other girl take over. ”I’ll be back in a couple hours.” Throwing the boy a bone as his friends looked on in anticipation, she winked at him turning his pout into a goofy grin. Sauntering away from the booth she went to find something else to entertain herself with.

There was so much to choose from. Looking around Maharet took it all in trying to decide. Stopping at the candy floss she ordered herself one picking off small portions to stick on the end of her tongue and feel the pure sugar dissolve there as she continued walking, weaving in and out of the crowd expertly- or at least no one had the stupid sense to jostle her about which was the important thing. Hearing the cocky tone of a boy boasting about how horrid someone’s aim was had Maggie stopping in her tracks and peering over to the dunk tank. How delicious it would be to play with him, make him swallow some of that water to fill his big mouth. Finishing off her treat Maggie tossed the little white cone it had been wrapped around in the bin and headed over. Giving the man working the dunk tank a Sickle to try her hand at the game she was then offered three balls and told not to cross a certain line. Playing coy Maharet tossed the first two balls weakly exciting a bout of obnoxious laughter and teasing from the boy in the tank, which only made the third, hitting dead center of the mark, all that much sweeter. The spring collapsed, the boy fell, and the water splashed having the boy inside spitting and sputtering when he came up for air. Laughing Maharet pointed to the cuddly stuffed bear that she wanted and held it to her chest watching as the boy clambered out of the water; victory hers.

[OLIVIA JASMINE MONTAGUE]

The Hogwarts Carnival perhaps wasn’t one of the places that you’d find Miss Olivia Montague at, but she did tend to surprise people from time to time. Mainly because she was rather board and in a way wanted to find someone to pick on. The young deep red head walked along the Hogwarts grounds eating some kettle corn as she weaved her way in and out. It seemed that people backed off from her quite easily as if making a path for her that only made the young slytherin girl smiled. It was only right for them to back off; after all she would be the next Dark Lady even if they didn’t know it yet.

That was when she heard some commotion going on near the dunk tank. Curious as to who was being taunted Olivia stopped to watch the little scene play out before her. She recognized the girl that was tossing the balls to be Maharet, one of the several fellow blood purists that really she hoped to be branding her come that summer with the Dark Knight’s symbol upon her shoulder. Sure, it was the same place as where the Dark Lord Voldemort had for his Death Eaters, but really as she thought about it, it was the only place for it.

She then smirked as she watched the third ball that Maharet tossed smack right into the target causing the boy to fall. Oh how she hoped that, that boy was a mudblood getting what he deserved. It was hard to see from where she was who the boy even was in the dunk tank. Seeing that Maharet’s turn was over with, she walked up to the young ravenclaw girl just as she was receiving her teddy bear.“I see your aim is still on target,” the young dark lady spoke almost whisper like to the Ravenclaw girl as she smirked lightly, popping in another piece of kettle corn as she waited for the girl to turn around.

[MAHARET AVIE ROSIER]

Maharet had a few rules that she did her best to follow, though with her final year winding down one particular one happened to be increasing in leniency. Typically, Maggie didn’t like to associate with known…aggressors, such as Olivia and her trio. She had demanded secrecy from Jacob after all, sticking with their public loathing for appearance’s sake- but that little complication had righted itself and Maharet was over the momentary lapse in judgment, having come out with a new skill and some very pleasant memories. Olivia was no different in her indiscretions. Maharet didn’t make too much of an effort to be buddy-buddy with the Slytherin girl and it suited them. However, she had always tried to come across to outside observers as a mostly friendly person, so, when Olivia approached hissing softly next to her, Maharet smiled at her politely.

”My aim is always true.” Maggie replied insinuation lacing her tone. Whether that was what Olivia had wanted to hear or not Maharet had saw the opportunity to discuss business without any extra ears picking up on what was really being said. She was assuring Olivia that her loyalties hadn’t changed. Most of those that she aligned herself with already knew that her biggest concern was Fenrir, he was the one that would always outrank all others in her eyes, but Maharet was a sympathizer to the cause and associated her talents to Olivia as well as the Thornwallow sisters.

As for who the boy in the tank was, Maharet didn’t care. He was glaring at her though as he heaved himself back up onto the platform to have the next contender try to dunk him. Blowing him a seductively delicious kiss to ease his suffering- or to further taunt him either way suited Maggie perfectly well- she turned her attention fully to Olivia. Standing at five foot ten she did have a tendency to tower over most other females with her blonde bombshell traits, and Olivia was no different. Looking down at the redhead Maharet couldn’t help but to enjoy the dynamic. ”Are you enjoying yourself?” Did she particularly like Olivia? No, she thought that the Slytherin girl had way too much power over Jacob and was taming him- something that Maggie was against. But then Maharet also didn’t particularly like most people so in the grand scheme of things Olivia was good in her books, no reason why she couldn’t have a conversation with the girl.