scarlett-lympsham:

He gaped at the Slytherin girl in disbelief. What? Come on, he couldn’t be in the wrong! He was clearly having his fun!

And he was not shallow at all! He did go for girls that wore glasses, too, okay.

“Come on, Lympsham, I was just messing around with you! You don’t think I’m a jerk, do you?” He refused to budge.

“No, of course not, I don’t think you’re a jerk. I know you’re a jerk!” She moved to walk around him. “Get out of my way.”

Was she always so stubborn? Or was he just stupid enough to egg her on?

“I see that I’ve shown myself in a bad light, so until your impression of me changes, I’m not going anywhere,” Roger remarked confidently. There was still no budging on his part. 

scarlett-lympsham:

She’d turned her back to him nearly as soon as she’d delivered her zinger only to hear him still speaking. She frowned, bristling as he described her previous life prior to her Mother’s unwelcome glamour interventions. Scarlett had never been one to care about such things, but for Mother, not having the perfect debutante for a daughter had eaten at her like maggots on rank meat. The blonde’s frown deepened into a scowl as he continued to jabber on, spelling out her past line by line. Taking in a breath, she turned to meet this busybody eye to eye.

“It seems to me someone is unbelievably shallow… to selectively speak to only those whose beauty might just be skin deep. Way to charm a girl, Head Boy,” she said icily. “I’ll be on my way. Kindly step aside.”

He gaped at the Slytherin girl in disbelief. What? Come on, he couldn’t be in the wrong! He was clearly having his fun!

And he was not shallow at all! He did go for girls that wore glasses, too, okay.

“Come on, Lympsham, I was just messing around with you! You don’t think I’m a jerk, do you?” He refused to budge.

“Yes, Roger Davies here to see Katie Bell,” he recited aloud as he wrote the same down on the parchment.

scarlett-lympsham:

“My beauty, though but mean, needs not the painted flourish of your praise:
Beauty is bought by judgement of the eye, not utter’d by base sale of chapmen’s tongues,” she rejoined dispassionately, a glint of amusement in her gaze.

“Shakespeare. And no, Roger Davies. I’ve been here all along. Perhaps you only find me beautiful today because of the way the light doth shine on my hair,” she smirked, shaking her head. She’d met many a smooth talker and this one was… diverting enough. After all, a girl didn’t share a dorm with Draco and Malcolm, not to mention Theo and Blaise, without learning a thing or two about the way a boy’s mind works.

Her smooth delivery of Shakespearean prose intrigued him; he’d in the past hardly met a woman that dabbled in the works of what most wizards considered to be an amateur writer (and a Muggle one at that!), but Ms. Lympsham was proving to be an interesting one. (There was only one other girl he considered worth interest to himself, but this was no time to be thinking about her. She was probably sending love letters in some sexy Japanese dialect to her Japanese beau anyway.)

Her [Scarlett’s] presence still befuddled him, though. How had she managed to slip past his radar without being spotted by the likes of him? He usually had a knack for this sort of thing; attractive transfer girls would show up and he would make it his personal job to be a one-man welcoming committee. With students that had always been here, though, Roger knew every one of them by name. Of course, most of them he did. He was Head Boy, after all, and it was a right boast of his to claim that he could name every student he laid eyes on. The attractive, pretty ones (preferably female), at least. Unless that was exactly the reason…

His eyebrows rose with hinted amusement and his ears wiggled slightly as he portrayed his one-of-a-kind smirk. In fact, her face did seem familiar, now that the reason for her status at this school cleared up slightly. “Say, Miss Lympsham…if my memory serves me correctly, you haven’t exactly been the easiest on eyes until earlier this year.” His smile grew. ‘In fact, every year up until now, you’ve been the bearer of thick glasses, askew braces, and hair that shadowed your face wherever you went. You never stood with your back straight, and you did your best to stay unnoticed in the corridors, keeping to yourself when being called out by the other Slytherin girls that weren’t accepting of you. They teased you relentlessly, know? I remember docking points from them for that, but you always managed to slide away whenever I turned back to you. I never did get to see your face long enough to have it register completely in my mind. But you were bullied often by those girls, which is why you found solace in the testosterone-bearing half of the Slytherins in your class. In short, you’ve always been an ugly duckling until now, where I clearly see that you’ve matured and developed into a beautiful swan. Isn’t that right, Scarlett?”

scarlett-lympsham:

“Hover charm,” she smiled at the handsome wizard in front of her as she tucked her wand in its holster. Daintily she took his outstretched hand and shook, hard enough to be taken seriously, light enough to remind him that she was first and foremost female.

“I simply removed it when he was high enough and allowed him to drop,” she continued. “Your friend just got the wind knocked out of him, is all.” 

Sht tossed a glance over at the blonde boy starting to peel himself off the floor. “My name is Scarlett, Roger Davies. A pleasure.”

He shot another begrudging look at Corner (why didn’t you leave her to partner up with me, was what he thought). His attention returned to Scarlett, and he coolly swiped the bottom of his lip with his thumb. “Can’t say I’ve seen you around before. What are you? Transfer? Or have I simply been too blind to notice such exquisite beauty?” he quoted.

Had he even quoted anything? Ah, screw it. If Romeo could have gotten the Juliet chick with a glance from across the room, he could surely win some Scarlett-approval points with a smattering of words. Most girls, he remembered, liked it when guys quoted books. Or at least, that was the case with Chang. He used to see Diggory do it all the time when he would drop by the Ravenclaw Tower. In fact, lots of Ravenclaw girls were into the guys-quoting-favorite-books thing. Perhaps it was one of their nerdy traits that were usually becoming of a female Eagle.

Roger continued to smile. “I’m guessing Beauxbatons transfer?”

(Source: the-roger-davies)

scarlett-lympsham:

With one arm behind her back and her blond tresses pulled back in a tight ponytail, she narrowed her eyes at her attacker. The sun filtered through the dusty windows and she tightened her fighter’s stance.

One shouted spell and her wand emitted an electric pink light.

“Excellent, Miss Lympsham!” Snape announced. “Wands down. Well, not you, Mr. Corner. You’re already down.”

Scarlett grinned. “Will that be an O, Professor?” she asked brightly. Her answer was greeted with a tight nod and she bounded off the dueling dias.

“Hi,” she said to the first person she saw as she took a step into the throng of gathered students.

After he’d scolded the bumbling Corner for shaming them all in front of Snape, Roger had deliberately made his way up to the blonde beaut lingering near the doorway. He smoothed out the front of his crisp jumper and flashed a dashing smile. “Hello,” he said, extending a hand as he suavely introduced himself. “Roger Davies is my name. I couldn’t help but notice the way you mastered your spell so easily. What was that? Rictusempra?”

lady-su-li:

She woke up tangled within her sheets. Her satin pillow was stained with tears shed from the previous night. That’s right… She thought to herself, rubbing her tired eyes. I cried myself to sleep.

Removing the light baby blue bedding from her body, she swung her legs over the side of the bed as a body shivering yawn overtook her fragile frame. The events from yesterday rushed back to her like a dam that broke underneath pressure.

She doubted that he was even worried about the events from yesterday. He’s probably still sleeping in his room, just snoring away without a care in the world. That’s how it usually is, isn’t it? The girl was always troubled about something while the man is oblivious to her world. The words of her relatives swarmed within her mind as she tried hard to push them out of her head.

Today was a new day. She would enjoy the trip to her homeland and do what she was originally here to do, show Roger the beauty of this island. He was her friend and anyone can do shall change her opinion of that. No, he was her friend. Maybe if she kept repeating it, even she’ll start believing it.

He hadn’t slept at all last night.

Not. A. Damn. Wink.

Very much tired and sleep-deprived, Roger rubbed the crick in the back of his neck and thought of Su. She’d popped up constantly in his thoughts last night, and the sight of her crying replayed in his mind, making him feel guilty for the entire six hours of sleep he never got.

He hoped she was okay.

They call her love, love, love, love, love.
She is love,
And she is all I need… 

(Source: momoroboto)