Wrong Place, Right Time (Vin/Brier)

[Rosalie]

She should have known the moment Fred and Roxanne Weasley turned the corner, heads close together, whispering frantically, that something was very very wrong. Alas, however, she'd been absorbed in an article in Witch Weekly on the side-effects of overusing beautification charms. From where she stood, off to the side a couple of feet away, she could just see them out of the corner of her eye. Roxanne said something to Fred, who waved his wand in the direction of a bust of Salazaar Slytherin. A prank, no doubt those two were trying to maintain their father's legacy. One half of the infamous Weasley twins. Brier had been inside WWW a time or two, mostly to look through the line of beauty products, which were surprisingly good. 

For a moment, nothing happened, and Brier snorted softly to herself, turning a page in her magazine. Fred looked disappointed, but Roxanne seemed to be waiting for something. A few seconds passed, a few more, and then... The statue seemed to rouse itself as though from some deep slumber. The normally serious-looking statue began to sing loudly, a song Brier had never heard before about 'sneaky, smelly, slimy Slytherins'. Since they were in the basement, not far from the Slytherin dungeons, Brier had to wonder if Gryffindors really were that brave, or just in solid possession of a death wish. The statue's song ended on an impossibly high note, before it closed its mouth, winked, and promptly crumbled to dust, which subsequently coated everything in the immediate area, including Brier herself.

She had closed the magazine, leaving it on the sill, and was just about to give both Weasley's a proper verbal lashing when a flash of orange hair caught her eye. Not Weasley orange. No, this person was fair more welcome. It was Vincent Silver-Moon, one of the Slytherin prefects. Satisfied that he would deal with things, she began frantically trying to brush dust and tiny stone fragments out of her clothes. Stupid Gryffindors!


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[Shava]

Vincent had been headed back to the dorm when he heard the singing and frowned. Pranks were common in school and in the hallways, but he rather didn't have to deal with troublemakers. Unless it was a really good trick. The singing one wasn't so impressive till he came around the corner and saw who was doing it. Then he tried not to smile. However, the dust part he was annoyed enough about that before it reached his hair he whipped out his wand and shouted "Pulvisiwasi!!" Pulvis being the word for dust, the spell grabbed all the dust and returned it where it came from, filling the twins mouths and nose with is in a second causing a hacking and coughing mess! Satisfied not to have it in his hair at least, he looked around and saw there were actually three people involved though one was not coughing, just wiping it off her clothes.

And she was a Slytherin. The look of satisfaction dropped away as he frowned.

"Gah, Weasleys. Do you all have it in your genes to cause trouble? 20 pts apiece for destruct--" he saw the statue was still there meaning they had managed an illusion "apparent destruction of school property so five points each from your house." As they continued to cough, he stepped closer, avoiding the dust clouds from their mouths and caught one by the chin lifting her mouth up. "Still coughing? Here, you just need to wash your mouths out." Pointing his wand he squirted a jet of water into her mouth, turned her head towards her twin, and as she inhaled, coughing once much louder spraying her compatriot, he did the same with the other. "There now, all better. My my, you need to go get cleaned up now."

Side stepping, he turned towards the other saying "And what was your involvement with all of this? Nevermind, come with me right now." Taking her by the arm, he turned her towards the dorm as if to march her to the Head. As soon as they were down the hall out of sight he removed his hand from her elbow and said "All right, that's far enough. What's your name?" His face cleared of any sternness as he stood casually, glancing back the way they had just come. As she spoke he listened, nodding as he glanced over her clothes. She still had dust on her so it was a good enough excuse, but he could see she had a nice form. Fifth year? More likely then a fourth...

"Fine. Now, tell me what I accomplished by bringing you here."

Rosalie

[Rosalie]

Brier watched, impressed by the quick efficiency with which he turned things back on on the Weasel twins. The coughing fit that resulted from the spell, plus the prefect's reaction were priceless. She resolved not to laugh, but her lips twitched in obvious resistance. The amusement was plain in her eyes as well. She liked this Prefect. He wasn't as straight-laced as the others, not that any Slytherin prefect could necessarily be called straight-laced. Still, he had a unique way of dealing with things that appealed to her. She imagined he got some satisfaction out of handling things this way. Detentions, after all, were very cut and dry, and what was the fun in that really? She stepped back a bit to avoid the water as it squirted out of his wand. Dusty and wet? No, that wouldn't do at all. 

Ah forty points from Gryffindor, this was a good day. It almost made the mess that was currently her uniform worth it. Almost. Once they had caught their breaths, the twins managed to look pleased with themselves as the illusion gave way. "Worth it" she heard Roxanne mumble under her breath to Fred, and Brier rolled her eyes. All said and done, the twins were a sopping, red haired, red-faced mess, and Brier was very near to losing her battle with the urge to laugh. It served them both right, she thought, charming a statue of Slytherin in the Slytherin dungeons. Still, she knew the magic for that illusion couldn't have been easy, and she suspected they'd probably had help from their father. The twins managed to round the corner for the stairs before Brier distinctly heard them laughing. It wasn't the first time they'd done something like this, and she was positive it wouldn't be the last.


What was left of her amusement died, however, when the Prefect turned his attentions on her. "M-my involvement?" Her eyes widened, very nearly bewildered before she caught herself. "I was just--" He had the nerve to cut her off, taking her by the arm (though not roughly, she noticed) and he proceeded to march her down the hall. However, as soon as they were alone, he released her. "What's my..." She looked at him as if he was insane for a moment, taking in his casual stance and the complete lack of the authoritative tone he'd been using a few moments before. What in Merlin's name was this about. She crossed her arms and arched a brow at him, trying for irritated, though she was honestly more confused than anything else. "Brier" she said softly. "Brier Summerby" His question brought the other brow up. "What have you accomplished?" Her tone was a touch incredulous, though she didn't raise her voice. "You mean besides making everyone think I'm in trouble for something we both know I had no part in?" She tilted her head, a challenging look in her eyes as she studied him. Cute or not, if this was his idea of flirting, he needed serious help.

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Lyrics: Here's to the Night - Eve 6
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Notes: She's got some bite this time.
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[Shava]

He caught sight of the humor in her eyes and he made a point of tuning it out for a second. He didn't miss the twins reaction nor the fact they were happy about catching him in a trick; probably why he added the water bit to stop them coughing as he knew it would make their throats rawish too. Idiots. "Go on, back upstairs you two," slipping his hand in his pocket as they turned away. Under his breath he added "Clever with the song, but laughing at me is not good for your future." When the girl wasn't looking and the others had rounded the corner he turned and tossed a ball on the floor down near their end, then turned and kept her moving.

The laughter back behind them turned into cries of surprise. Along with a roaring scream which was not human sounding. Vincent smiled with satisfaction and stopped with Brier out of range of sight. He saw her confusion and after checking behind, he smiled. "Well Brier, what are you, fifth year? You look smart. Tell me how you think it's everyone instead of our word against theirs? Then note that you have no idea what happened after we came down the hall so no one can expect you to lie about what you didn't see me do. See?" A self-satisfied smile. "Besides, my walking you away says in their minds you aren't connected to that either. So let them think you are in trouble, they would have to go look it up to find out otherwise."

A glance back their way.

"Interesting spell. You didn't hear the word did you? that's one I'd like to look up. Singing statues could be rather amusing on their own, forget the dust stuff however." A glance down her body again and he pulled out his wand, whipping the dust out of her clothes and down the hall, releasing it in a cloud. "Still, I'm curious. I don't think I've seen you around much before and I usually keep an eye out for attractive women in my dorm, much less anywhere else. How did you end up in the middle of that mess back there?" Summerby...he'd heard that name before.

Rosalie

[Rosalie]

She heard the commotion as they rounded the corner, and she strongly suspected the Prefect would have the last laugh tonight. The scream made her flinch gently before she relaxed again. "Fifth, yes" some of the irritation ebbed out of her tone. She could appreciate someone covering his back, and keeping her from being indirectly involved in yet another mess got him points...even if she wasn't particularly willing to admit it. She finally allowed herself a small smile, more of a smirk really. "One small problem" she told him. "I never get into trouble." This wasn't to say she never did anything worth being in trouble over, merely that she was careful to never be caught at it. The frustration left her eyes, replaced by returned amusement. "So you've neatly covered your tracks and mine" she surmised. "Clever" She uncrossed her arms, but her eyes didn't leave his. "So, I've told you my name. I believe the polite thing to do would be to return the favor."

In truth, she probably should have known his name already, but she didn't pay much attention to anyone outside her family really. A boy every now and again, possibly, but none of those had ever really come to anything. Boys her age were dull, only after one thing, and as uncreative about getting it as she could imagine. He mentioned the spell, and it was on the tip of her tongue to tell him she didn't, but then she paused. She had heard it, she only just now remembered. "Cantis" she said softly. "The spell was Cantis." She nodded, wrinkling her nose slightly. "Oh definitely" she agreed. When he removed the dust from her clothes, she smiled her first real smile. "Thanks" and then she relaxed completely, one hand on her bag, the other running through her hair as though trying to put it to rights.

If anyone else had said that, she'd have laughed them off, but his question didn't sound flirtatious really, more matter-of-fact. "I don't really hang out in the common room much" she answered. She was generally in the library studying for the exams she'd need to earn a top internship, or outside when the weather permitted. She didn't mind being the center of attention, but she'd had other priorities this year. She shrugged, a smooth motion of one shoulder. "I was reading" she answered. "By the time I realized what was happening it...was a little late." Now that she wasn't angry, it was harder to ignore how cute he was. It was distracting really, and Brier wondered if it showed on her face. She hoped not. "Anyway, thanks, I guess I should..." Except there really wasn't anything she should have been doing. She just really wasn't accustomed to conversations with boys in empty corridors, especially not older, prefect boys.

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Notes: Gah, that stupid disarming quality

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[Shava]

Seeing her relax he nodded to himself, approvingly. "Ah, thought so. It's the eyes. I can't explain it but there's something about the level of knowledge that just shows from there." He patted himself on the back for having admitted he studied her eyes as well as not putting her down for being a year behind. He softly chuckled and winked saying "Ah then no one would believe them in the first place. Good of you though. Makes my job easier if I don't have to clean up other people's tracks in addition to my own. I think I can flatter myself to say the tracks I have to erase for myself are probably a lot easier then yours, but why put in the effort, right?" He did a slight head bow at the compliment and shrugged it off as if saying it was something he would do for a housemate when he could.

"No problem. My name is Vincent Silver-Moon. The hair is the give away." She said the name and he nodded, pulling out a paper and making a note with a pencil. "Thanks, I owe you one." He'd look that one up later because the odd spells could make some very interesting tricks later on. It paid to know the small details when you could. "I'll check into that one. If I can get it separated out I can think of several uses for that one." She said thanks and he grinned. "We'll count that one as a freebie so you will be nice with the reverse favor." It paid to have someone owe you a favor; they often would keep a connection with you, even if the eventually favor was a pain in the arse. It was a useful manipulation he liked trying out on different ones.

Nodding he turned towards the dorm. "Ah that makes sense. I try to sit in the back corner and keep an eye out when I do my research, but that explains it. So if one was wanting to find you some time," he made no effort to hide his interest, just left it out there as a head's up, "where besides the girl's dorm would one expect to find you then?" And the way he said that he left it open that he had a way in the girl's dorm as well. Not bragging, just a fact. A wry smile. "Might want to find a better concealed place for it then I should think. I can think of a couple if you are ever looking for a good isolated place sometime." As she tried out an excuse he laughed this time.

"...go back to the dorm? Just happens to be the way I was heading. Mind if I walk along with you? I promise not to come up the stairs," he grinned, "but being seen with a pretty girl can't hurt my rep either. Half the dorm thinks I've had a harem this year, the other half swears they haven't seen me with anyone so it's fun to make sure to mess with minds whenever possible."

Rosalie

[Rosalie]

As he spoke, she wondered what else he had scene in her eyes. There was no telling really, since Brier wasn't exactly sure what she was feeling herself. "Really?" She decided to play along. "Because I like to think I know a bit more than your average fifth year." Since most of them were lucky to speak one language and she spoke six. The way he said it, as though by keeping herself out of trouble she'd done him a favor, did not go unnoticed. He was good, she surmised, enough so that she found him intriguing albeit warily so. He didn't linger on it though, and she was surprised he didn't seem inclined to dwell on the compliment, nor to drive his point further. She appreciated his subtlty...and the way he smiled...in equal measure. "Right" she agreed, though she was busy sizing him up. He had studied her openly a few moments before, and while Brier was often quiet in the name of observance, she was not shy. "Though some things can be worth putting in the effort." She left it at that so that he might draw whatever conclusions he wanted.

Ah, right, the Silver-Moons. There were loads of them in Slytherin. She had known the last name of course, but hadn't remembered the first. "Vincent" she tested the name, liking the way it felt on her tongue when she said it. "Nice to officially meet you then." And getting nicer all the time, she realized. He hadn't started boring her yet, and part of her hoped he didn't. He owed her one? She almost grinned, but caught herself at the last second, resulting in a slight upturn of the lips. "That could be useful." There were worse things, she decided, than a prefect who owed you a favor. The smile widened, became more obvious as she realized how easy it was to talk to him. She didn't find that with boys outside her family often. They all had quidditch on the brain, or other things Brier was equally unknowledgable about. "Nice of you" she acknowledged, but her tone and the glint in her eyes was slightly teasing. "I can't think of a favor I'd need from a Prefect" she admitted, "but if I do I'll let you know."

The way he said it left little to wondering what he meant. She hesitated, considering him for a moment before she answered: "One could try the library or the lake" she said softly. "Depending on the weather." It wasn't that she loved the library necessarily, but there were so few places with both comfortable reading spots and peace and quiet to boast. She wondered if that made her sound dull, but dismissed the thought. If he was bored by the bookish type, so much the better if he mistook her for it. His next words were so on par with her thoughts that she almost wondered if he was a legillimens. "I'll take you up on that" she answered sincerely. "Definitely" It would be nice to be able to spread her books out in space that wasn't clouded with book dust and sharp-nosed Ravenclaws.

He laughed, and she blushed lightly against her will. She nodded, "right, to the dorm, and no...I don't mind at all." At the joke about the stairs, she gave him a cheeky sort of look. "You couldn't though" she reminded him. "There are failsafes for that, aren't there?" Not that it stopped some of her dorm mates from visiting the boys' dorms at all hours. She rolled her eyes when he spoke about gossip. "I've learned not to believe everything I hear" she informed him. "Or anything really. I like to learn things first hand." She smiled, "besides a harem sounds tiring." She resettled her bag on her shoulder and turned for the dorm.

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Notes: The plot thickens

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[Shava]

His eyes returned to hers with a tilted head. "Curious. I wasn't comparing you to average fifth years, only a couple of extraordinary ones I've know. You've never met the one I'm thinking of." He saw out of the corner of his eye as he looked where they were going that she was giving him a look too. He certainly hoped he passed inspection, though that wouldn't affect how he played the game too much. Her next words brought forth an evaluating look and he nodded, a 'point for you' look on his lips. "Very true, but everything and everyone worth effort also requires the right approach. I like to be sure of where I stand first before I dart out in traffic." He raised both eyebrows now wondering how she would take that.

"Yep. Vin, for short. Nice to meet you too, Brier. Good name. Family one or did your mother choose it for a reason?" She spoke about how favors were good things and he flashed her a smile and a wink which said there were lots of ways to use it. "Well yeah, it's amazing how handy favors can be when you use them for the best" he hesitated "purpose. And well, it doesn't really need to be just a prefect now does it? Sixth years have advantages as well plus I have access to stuff most here do not. However, you don't know enough about me to evaluate my skills so you might need to invest some time to find out how best to use that favor." His smile had turned slightly cheeky, but he was enjoying the conversation.

Vincent nodded, cheered. She hadn't even tried to weasel a way around that one which expressed it's own curiosity. "Ah yes, I like sunning on the rocks down on the Black Lake, you know the old oak trail. Otherwise you can always ask for me or dare the guys side." The Library was for books, not studying, but checking things out and getting them used elsewhere. Too many students got in the way otherwise there. "I might catch you sometime in the Library on the way in or out. I'll keep my eyes open from now on." Yes, he hadn't been kidding she looked very nice indeed and Vin was not one to spend his time watching from a distance. "How are you at conjuring furniture? Have you progressed very far with that yet?"

Walking aside her he added "Nice, I appreciate it." Her soft reminder of the stairs had him nod and add "Well I wouldn't be so obvious as to let someone know how, but there are ways around it most don't comprehend. I do like learning what I can however. I wouldn't walk beside you, but you shouldn't be surprised to find me knocking on your door someday." Again his eyes found hers and gave her points with a nod. "Good! It's nice to meet someone who knows how to use their brain. You have a lot of fellow dorm mates who've never learned." A laugh. "Depends I guess on how you organize it, but yeah I don't think so. I prefer a woman to challenge me and vice versa. There aren't many here up to the challenge I think."

Rosalie

[Rosalie]

Extraordinary? That wasn't something Brier heard often. There were the lines from boys in her year of course, but most of those had all the subtlety of a centaur in a wand shop. Brier had no doubt he was interested, and yet...there was a sense of the unknown around him, a riddle to be solved. Brier liked that, she liked him, but more so at the moment, she liked talking to someone who hadn't digressed into mindless chatter in the first ten minutes. It did beg the question though..."What made them extraordinary?" She tilted her head at him in return, mirroring. She'd read about it in a magazine once. She enjoyed the fact that there was so much they both left unsaid. What might have frustrated someone else felt a bit like a game to her, and she was enjoying it very much. "What is life without risk, Vin?" She focused on him for a moment. "But I agree, some situations are more delicate than others."

His interest in her name surprised her a bit, and she wasn't used to being surprised. "Both actually" her voice had softened again. "My mother's name is Rosalie, but most people call her Rose. My older sister's middle name is Rose, and I got Brier, which means 'wild Rose'." He winked at her and it earned him a smile, maybe the lightest touch of a blush as well, hard to discern in the dim light of the dungeon passages. Neatly played, she thought as he spoke. "I think I will hold onto it for a while longer" she agreed. "Until I've done more...thorough research." There, she could flirt too...well, sort of. It wasn't like she'd had much practice exactly, most guys didn't catch her attention this way. She suspected already there weren't many of them like the one in front of her. He seemed...well, definitely older than sixteen first of all. How did she seem to him? Brier had never asked herself a question like that before, she wasn't sure how she felt about the answer.

Sunning on rocks? Very snake-like of him. She considered making the joke, and then decided it was too easy and gave it a pass. "I like it too" she admitted, "but I mostly do it at home." Brier liked being admired, but she was also selective about the people on her radar and vice versa. She smirked when he mentioned 'daring the guys' side'. "Oh no" she shook her head, but her tone was teasing and she smiled as she did it. "I told you, I never get into trouble." Though for something like that, she might even consider getting caught worth it. They were nice eyes, she realized, and she studied them a moment longer than strictly necessary. It was less the appearance than what lay behind them. Brier had no idea what it was, but the longer she lingered, the more she wanted to know. "They're nice eyes", she said softly, "very...deep." Realizing she had tipped her hand a bit further in his direction than she'd meant to. She bit her lip, something she'd inherited from her mother. "I'm all right, better at transfiguration than conjuring for the moment."

Well, this was certainly far more interesting than she'd anticipated a few minutes ago. She gave him a surprised look. He could get into the girls' dorms? The idea of him knocking on her door some time made her flush dark enough to be noticeable, but there was something there other than embarrassment. The idea...intrigued her...was that the right word. She wasn't quite sure what to call it. "I think I'd be very surprised" she disagreed after a moment. She laughed, "I'm not saying you don't have a harem" she pointed out, "just that I'm willing to figure you out for myself." If it turned out to be true, well, she could always change his mind, couldn't she? His challenge comment did earn a laugh. He couldn't possibly be everything he seemed to think he was. Could he? "Clearly you haven't been looking hard enough", she teased him. Then, slightly bolder, "I promise you'll find me very challenging."


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Lyrics: He's a Pirate - POTC
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Notes: Ah, it begins. 
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[Shava]

She was quiet a moment before answering and her return question had him nod inwardly. She was proving to be a thinker as well the type he liked. "The levels they achieved, the success of personal achievement in the eyes. Most fifth years have that look of being overloaded because of the extra load of getting ready for OWLS. That leaves most just tired. You look more pleased by beating the challenges. I like that alot." She spoke of risk and he nodded at her following words. "Or if you want a certain end result. I can think of one in particular right now in my mind, but since you like risk and surprise it seems, I'll save it for a future time."

Eyes twinkling at the meaning of her name, he decided she was definitely one he wanted to pluck, but the thorns had to not be forgotten.

"Very intelligent. I would expect no less from someone like you with those eyes." As he thought of something he gave her a slight bow adding "Let me know when you are ready to research, I shall strive to give you enough opportunity to make a proper decision." As she spoke about not doing it at school he shrugged. "Truth, guys can get away with a lot more in this sort of place. I think that's the point for me really. If they let you, why not push the edge?" maybe a mention of inequality would bring her daring out a bit more. Heck, even if all she did was come down and looked he was willing to bet it would be good for him. Her other comment made his eyes go partly closed.

"Trouble? I've never heard of any girl getting in trouble fro that. A couple don't mind at all waking me up far too early sometimes in the morning." He made a face, thinking those girls had been a mess to begin with thinking early morning pranks quite fun. "One in particular was always dropping in to splash water in my face." That was the only bad part about being under the Lake really, those darn fountains in the bedrooms. A tilt of his head. "Ah, you should master that one. Amazing the number of places which are suddenly much more comfortable when you can bring your own furnishings." The secret space he had mentioned was one of those. He laughed then, amused at the idea.

"Maybe I'll surprise you then some evening, just to prove the point of course. I would never enter a lady's bedroom even a dorm without an invitation, of course." Wolf he might be, but rude not. He laughed though at her statement about the harem. "Ah well, if there was one I would imagine I keep them loyal through very personal attention. I hardly think they would help you by telling you my secrets. I know loyalty has to be earned. Mine I consider more valuable then most people's." Oh yes, very much so especially with the family he had to produce, with the right name. His mother's life sort of depended on it for real. "Normally challenges are both ways so that seems about right. I accept the invitation." He held out his hand for a shake clearly saying softer "Of course, I would expect equal time in exposure or it wouldn't be fair research."

Rosalie

[Rosalie]

When he answered, it was nothing like what she might have expected him to say. In most cases, if a guy called a girl ‘extraordinary’, he was generally referring to her anatomy...or possibly her prowess. His answer, however, was refreshingly logical. It was clear that he looked for qualities beyond the physical, and it made her wonder what sort of girl it might take to really capture his attention. Recognizing the dangerous path of her private thoughts, she sought to refocus her attention on the conversation. His comment about the haunted look in most of her classmates eyes got a smirk and a soft nod. “Well, when you’re the youngest of four kids, you have a better idea of what to expect.” Then again, if she remembered right, he would know all about having a lot of family around. “Not that you would know anything about that” she added as an afterthought, meeting his eyes with a small, knowing smile that crept into her eyes like the first day of spring, slowly melting the calculating expression for a few moments. His comment about liking her drive earned a brief, surprised look followed by a flash of a rare grin. “That’s different” she observed. “Most guys prefer gullible and forward from what I’ve seen.” Dangerous, she decided, but not in the obvious sense. Beyond that, one conversation wasn’t the end of the world, especially not one she was enjoying this much.

She studied him for a long moment. “Some risk” Satisfied with her hair, one hand came to rest on the strap of her bag, and the other rested at her side, “and some surprises.” She wasn’t a Gryffindor after all. He spoke about ‘saving’ whatever it was that had occurred to him, and she wondered for a moment if he was baiting her. “I’ll look forward to it then” she let her eyes travel down over his face to his lips very briefly and back up again. ‘Nice’ she decided, and definitely worth a risk if anything ever came of this one conversation. She studied his expression as she talked about her name, but couldn’t quite decipher what lay behind those glittering eyes. She itched to touch him in some way, but resisted the impulse. She could feel it, however, tingling in the tips of her fingers, a different brand of magic.

He mentioned her eyes again, and for a moment she studied his in return. It was easy to see what he meant. There was a fierceness underneath his nonchalance, something that burned and made him seem older somehow. “Yours” she answered softly, “they’re...intense.” Rather than appearing dazed, Brier’s tone was that of someone who was studying a particularly interesting subject matter. Her expression lost some of its intensity. “I’m sure we’ll get around to it some day” she agreed. After a sufficient amount of time had passed that the mysterious draw she felt had faded and she could think objectively. “Of course” she agreed. “Well informed decisions are so important after all.”

She arched a brow at his comment about how much boys could get away with. “I disagree” she countered softly. “Accomplishing anything is about knowing your goal and your obstacles. Most guys set themselves up for easy targets, and most girls set themselves up with the impossible task of changing those guys.” She shrugged one shoulder smoothly. “Those of us with better things to do have never found it difficult to get away with...most anything…” She looked pointedly at his Prefect badge. “Off the record of course.” He spoke of girls in his dorm, and she nearly rolled her eyes until he mentioned the water in his face. “Now, that sounds more like siblings than a harem” she observed. He spoke of mastering the conjuring of furniture, and she looked somewhat amused. “I will see what I can do” she agreed. “In the meanwhile I think the dorm will suffice.”

He spoke of knocking on her door some night, and her eyes widened slightly as a soft blush bloomed across her cheeks. Rather than try awkwardly to cover it, she raised her eyes to his and responded: “Of course” She smirked, “I’m sure you could get an invitation from one of the girls in my dorm if you asked.” She could think of at least two who would drag him into bed and keep him there as long as they possibly could just for the ability to brag about having seduced a prefect. She allowed her thoughts to linger for a long moment on what it would be like to be given his personal attention. Unknown to her, the thought caused her eyes to darken in a tell-tale sign of how much the thought appealed to her. A slight tilt of the head as she considered his comment about the value of his loyalty. “Because you’re a Prefect?” she asked softly, nearly certain that was not the reason, but unable to resist a gentle, teasing response to the statement. It was on the tip of her tongue to tell him she hadn’t yet invited him to anything, but then his hand was in front of her and her own reached out, sliding into his easily and she clasped it. Without letting go, the corners of her lips turned up as she answered: “Is anything actually fair?”

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[Shava]

He chuckled, his head going to one side in a half-shrug. "Being the youngest, no. I do have one older sister and we're very close, but mostly I got to be the caretaker at home for my siblings. I'd like to think that helped me appreciate people more." Nearly a snort at the word gullible, He shook his head considering the growing impression she was out in territory she was not familiar with already. Did she know how she was coming across? Probably not! "Ha, well while there is nothing wrong with forward, some girls are more hen just a little of it. Everything in some form of moderation, isn't that what they always say? As to the other, I think it's more that some guys like to control a girl rather then let her have her own mind about things. I've always though that was sort of stupid."

Gesturing with one hand as they walked slowly he tried to bring the point out more then just that. "Usually that shows they have not thought about what comes next in a relationship, just thinking about school then. Any relationship can go anywhere, but most guys in the younger years aren't prepared for the sort of involvement that takes I think. I have some heavy responsibilities coming up closer so maybe I just mature faster." She was careful to limit her words a tad more as if suddenly aware of how much scope she had offered him and he nodded, accepting that without words. Most girls did not realize yet how much they controlled the field of opportunity and he saw no reason to educate her on that part yet! They came to one of those intersections where there were two ways to go to reach their goal, one stair and one hallway, but having just spoken about control he was careful.

Motioning for her to choose he hesitated, resisting the urge to place a hand on her back as so many guys fell into a habit of. It was in some ways a small influence, but he wanted her to feel in control even if she might not be. Whether she was aware of it or not, she was very much the focus of a seduction slow as it might be beginning. "Intense? Well, I do have a focus at the moment so that probably accounts for that." There, couldn't be more obvious that she was definitely a number one candidate for his interest now could he? A small smirk at the off the record comment. "Of course. I definitely think I chose much more complex tasks then many of my peers would, probably why I have the badge." And he didn't miss the goals he set himself often either, his confidence spoke clearly in his reactions to her.

Furniture. Yes, he'd be very interested to see what she conjured around him...

A soft laugh. "I'm sure that might be, but I am not one to fall for the easy targets either. I invest myself where I am wanted the most like most guys, but I prefer to make sure it is more meaningful and full of potential then they do either. In that way learning how to get there was something I studied a bit, to make sure of possibilities being opened." She asked if it was because of his position and he shook his head, waving his hand in the air to produce a clockwork rose of metal and stone seemingly casually (but with some effort well concealed) as he said "No, because I can do things for you which no one else can, dear Brier, and I can prove it." Handing it to her, he turned the handshake agreement, into a slight downward turn and suddenly it shifted into her holding his hand companionably. As she reacted to the rose he continued to walk so she might miss the slight change and fall into more acceptance then she had planned at first.

"Oh come now, would you really want it fair or do you prefer to have the cards stacked in your favor?"

Rosalie

[Rosalie]

Her head tilted subtly as she listened, focused on him intently. He did give off that sort of inherent authority which seemed to come naturally to older siblings. Intrigued by his ‘appreciation’ comment, she bit her bottom lip, considering it for a moment. When he mentioned an older sister, she brightened. “My older sister Keela and I are really close” she offered after a moment. “She’s in Gryffindor though so I doubt you’ve met her.” Keela tended to live in her own world, and Brier doubted she would notice a boy if he showed up to her dorm with flowers and a poetic declaration of undying adoration. The thought made her smirk. It was hard to picture her sister attached to anything but a camera.

She nearly snorted when he spoke of some girls being ‘more than just a little’ forward. Instead, she smirked. “Depends on who it is I guess, you have to know your audience after all.” She wondered if it would hurt to be a little forward with him. Then again, with the first year of summer internships coming soon, could she really afford to be distracted? Looking at Vincent, she had no doubt he would be ‘more than just a little’ distracting. She could tell he was interested, and she was fairly certain he could read the same thing in her; but, she had never dealt with someone who wasn’t ridiculously obvious, and as a result she wasn’t exactly sure where to go from here. She arched a brow at him, and her eyes cleared of her conflicting thoughts. A small smile crosses her features, “what happens if you find a girl smarter than you are?” she wanted to know. While she had no idea yet who was smarter than who, she was nonetheless very curious to hear his answer to the question.

She does laugh then, softly. “I think that’s because most guys aren’t interested in relationships right now, Vincent” she pointed out. He continued, affirming her point, but his mention of upcoming responsibilities caught her off-guard. She was both curious and wary at once. What sort of responsibilities could a sixth year have that would bring that intense look into his eyes? She got the feeling there was much more to him even than met the eye, and she felt drawn to him because of it, wanting to unearth the secrets hidden underneath. “So you need someone who can handle...whatever it is you’ve got coming” she surmised. She wasn’t sure yet whether to risk delving beyond the surface. This was the first conversation they had ever had after all.

When they came to the proverbial fork in their path, she was surprised when he gave her the choice. After a beat, she turned for the stairs. His response to her intensity comment caused a soft flush to rise on her cheeks. Had anyone ever focused on her that intently? Maybe so, but no one she had ever noticed doing so, no one who had mattered. “It’s easy to see why they all think you have a harem” she observed softly, turning to meet his eyes briefly before she kept walking up the stairs, which had begun to shift under their feet to a different location, and she sighed. “I guess we’re taking the long way” she murmured, though she admitted she really didn’t mind all that much under the circumstances, if only to herself. Another smile as she paused, waiting for the stairs to settle into place again. “Anything worth having is worth the extra effort” she agreed, smiling softly at some private joke, eyes dancing with something dangerously close to amusement. She made a far different picture than the one which had originally greeted him in the hall with the twins.

Vincent Silver-Moon was worth her time, she decided, even if she didn’t know as of yet in what way. When he spoke, she listened, and she heard the subtle admission that he did in fact probably have more experience than most of the guys she had known before. Not that this was exactly news, his confidence fairly radiated off of everything he said and did. He wasn’t brash, and Brier knew just from this brief encounter that he was intelligent and drive, two things she admired very much in a person. After a moment of processing, she answered him. “That’s one subject I’ve probably studied the least” she answered easily. She had very little time for boys, and less if they were stupid. Brier didn’t have patience for any of it. She had never felt the need to attach herself to someone’s side, though she knew she would like to have a love like her parents’ some day. Taranis and Rosalie Summerby were mid-way through their thirties now...and they still flirted like teenagers. The thought brought a softness to her expression for a moment. Yes, that was what she wanted, some day when all the boys around her grew up.

It occurred to her that her father had been mature for his age too, largely because of responsibilities to his family...the connection between her father and Vincent was a revelation, and she was unsure whether it was welcome or not. The rose that appeared as if in answer to her question was a thing to behold. Brier had never seen anything like it before. He spoke of being able to do things for her then, and she didn’t doubt him. She was still running the fingers of one hand over the polished metal surface as he shook the other, and when she suddenly found herself holding his hand a moment later, she didn’t withdraw. With the rose in one hand and the other holding his, Brier suddenly wondered if she hadn’t been the victim of a WWW daydream charm. This was all a little too surreal, but she was caught up and carried along in the moment. “This is beautiful” she said softly, with a trace of awe, still admiring the details, as well as the amount of talent both magical and non it must have taken to make the thing as well as to make it appear for her.

“You seem to have some rather unique talents Vincent” she complimented, still admiring the rose a moment before she turned her gaze to his when he spoke of fairness. There was an almost mischievous glint in her eyes as she answered: “That depends on what I’m playing for.” After a brief hesitation, she added: “and against whom.”

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[Shava]

Keela... No, he didn't know the name but he had probably seen her face before. That might have made the connection, but she wasn't someone who had caught his attention so far. "I know many, but the name's not familiar. Although I'll be watching for her now." She had a certain innocence to her body language which said she was interested in trying out some education, but her words sounded unsure. He decided to poke at that. "Marry her and make sure my kids are smarter then me, of course," he grinned and then shrugged "after I convince her I would be the ideal husband for her naturally. Unlike most boys I'm in the dating game for the long run, not the short goals."

He didn't exactly hesitate so much as draw out the moment before answering as if debating what could be said. "...Let me put it this way. I'm rich and don't care so much about it, have a big family to back me up, lots of wild and different things have already happened in my life which others might find amazing but are everyday for me. I will be the head of my family and yet the biggest thing I am sworn to an oath not to reveal to anyone except the woman who brings me children." He bowed his head slightly recognizing he was putting something out there which might be too scary for most people to contemplate, but he wasn't going to hide the big stuff either.

"What's coming isn't hard I guess, but it's bound up in some big deals. I won't hide that. I don't think it's fair if I don't and that's one thing I am is fair when it comes to responsibility. I won't lie about that at all." Meeting her eyes he added "I know most people who are dating are just practicing and trying out how they get along with others, but I've always been ahead of the game I guess." Much quieter after he added "Don't have a choice." As she spoke about taking the long way he laughed softly. With a wave at the stairs he mentioned "So what, I should be making more effort to gather a harem? Or focus on one woman whose worth an entire harem?"

Curious how she would reply, he watched her carefully a confident smile on his face.

Seeing that she liked the rose very much he pursed his lips saying "I guess I just appreciate quality in everything and making something work well to me means a lot of work in advance. As you said, effort." He squeezed her hand lightly as they walked hoping to empathize the point that he considered her worthy of such time so far that he saw. She had looks and a certain amount of innocence backed by wit that he found attractive. Speaking about his talents brought a bigger smile to his lips and eyes as he replied back. "I'm just generally unique, it makes what I can do stand out more I guess." Then again, who was holding her hand and seeing charmed looks from her at the first conversation? The ego swelled.

His eyes spoke of delight at the way she framed her reply. "Well, maybe we should be more clear about what we're playing for. Would you like to go first or second?"

[Rosalie]

His answer amount Gryffindors amused her, and she nearly brought up the harem subject again, but thought better of it. “I guess it makes sense you would know just about everyone” she answered after a long moment, “being a prefect.” His comment about marriage earned him a distinctively disbelieving look. He continued, however, surprising her. It wasn’t unheard of for people to marry young. Her parents had done so even before their graduation, but for some reason he didn’t particularly strike her as the type to consider ‘settling down’ a great ambition in life. “I know I’m judging a little fast” she observed, “but you don’t seem like the type to want to settle down straight out of school.” If he was going to be honest with her, then she had no problem returning the favor. It had never been particularly difficult for Brier to tell someone exactly what she thought of them, though she often held back if she felt doing so suited her aims.

Well, he was definitely being up front with her about some things at least. She would give him that. Her curiosity was officially peaked. “Okay, I’m definitely curious, but I think children is a pretty high price for finding out your biggest secret.” She said it lightly, a smile on her face, but she did wonder. Whatever it was, it was obviously a family thing, and she respected that, but the desire to know still tugged at her. She arched a brow, somewhat impressed and somewhat surprised. “My turn then?” she was still smiling. “I’m….” she paused. “Actually it’s sort of complicated. “Mum and dad both come from old families. Mum’s was really rich and dad’s wasn’t. My great grandmother forced her into a marriage contract, but let her pick who she wanted as long as he was pure. Dad saved her by volunteering, and she saved him because they used the contract to save the farm.” A look crossed her face as though she knew how strange that all sounded. “So..I live in a big, unplottable mansion...on a llama farm.” Her smile now was almost shy. “Upper middle class?” she shrugged softly as though to say that money had never been an issue so she’d never given it much thought.

After a breath, she continued. “I’m the youngest in a medium-sized family, half-Irish, half-Italian and…” She thought about it for a half a second. “The wildest thing that ever happens to me is avoiding Cern and Keela when they’re racing brooms.” She tried to picture what his life must be like, and what sort of amazing things happened in it. Deciding it might be nice to sate at least some of curiosity, she asked him. “What sort of amazing things?” She wasn’t terribly concerned with the secret at the moment. They had only just met after all. So far, he had proved himself interesting, and Brier was enjoying this stolen moment with him. She hesitated, listening as he spoke about ‘big deals’ and then nodded. “I get it...or” she corrected herself. “I get that some things are just for family.” She shrugged one shoulder delicately. It sounded like he had a lot on his shoulders, and it had forced him to grow up a bit faster than most boys his age.

His comment about choice caused a pang of real sympathy, which wasn’t an emotion she felt terribly often for people outside her family. She squeezed his hand softly, and didn’t let go of his gaze. “Yes, you do, there’s always a choice. You’re choosing to do what’s best for your family” she corrected him. “It sounds to me like you’ve made a lot of choices” she added. “And I’m…” another shy smile, “Really impressed actually.” It didn’t happen often, and she admitted it even less. The harem question made her smirk, and has they continued walking, she turned her head to dart a glance him. “I guess that depends on what you’re worth” she answered after a moment’s hesitation.

He spoke of work and effort and she nodded agreement. He hadn’t let go of her hand yet, she noticed. They had passed a few people on their way through the halls, and while Brier had barely noticed anyone besides Vincent since this adventure began, she didn’t doubt the rumor mill would have something spun up before too long. Strangely, the thought pleased rather than annoyed her. She had heard herself called the ‘ice queen’ more than once, most often by boys she had turned down. The problem, she was certain now, wasn’t her, it was them. That thought, however, was far more than the average teenage male ego could take. “Could be the hair” she teased softly. While it had been the first thing she noticed about him, it paled in comparison to what had so far been a stellar first impression.

His question nearly brought her up short, but she made herself keep walking. “I’ll go” she answered. He had volunteered a lot of information in just a few minutes. She didn’t think there was any harm in revealing something of herself. “I’m pretty focused on my school work because I eventually want to be one of England’s representatives in the International Confederation of Wizards. I’d like to get married to the right person some day, and I wouldn’t mind having a family something like my parents’, but I don’t spend a lot of time ‘practicing’ as you called it.” She smiled softly to herself. “They call me the ice queen.” She nodded in his direction briefly as if to say ‘your turn’.

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Notes: I do so like this pairing...as long as Keela muse stays locked up.
Tags: Shava