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[Rowen Hemingway]

God, he had never felt so overwhelemed in his life. His thoughts seemed to go spinning around in his head like a whirlwind of emotions. He was just hiding behind his lies, and trying to avoid something that he felt was approaching. The thought of his secret getting out was an ever-present threat; he was constantly tip-toeing around, trying to be careful not to tip anyone off. It was like a predator that was tracking him, like eyes gleaming in the darkness ahead. He was not eager to adance any further but he knew that there was no turning back now. He was a member of the New Order and in consequence was giong against everyone he loved.

All of his Death Eater friends...were they really what he considered them as? Friends? Or were they ticking time bombs, threatening to go off at any second? He didn't want to tamper with them, yet he longed to delay their explosions for as long as humanly possible. They were only his human shields but he wanted to treat them as more then that (which would probably get him in trouble in the future). He knew who his real allies were; Zane, Ted, Rosie, and any other members of the New Order. However, he still needed to remain friendly with the other Slytherins otherwise his purpose within the NO would become obsolete. He was their most valuable spy; the only one with access into the personal lives of Death Eaters as well as the Slytherin Common Room.

Currently pacing in the Forbidden Forest, Rowen was praying that no one had heard him sneak out of the Common Room at such an ungodly hour. Zane needed to meet with him about the next few pieces of information he needed from Charlotte and as usual the Lestrange boy was a tad late. Being already slightly paranoid about the situation, Rowen was beginning to worry. Not that he was agaisnt breaking the rules...but now that Lottie seemed to have him under a microscope he had to be extra-careful about what he did and how he went about it.

"Christ, Zane, where are you?" he muttered angrily, his hair color darkening considerably. He began fidgeting with his galleon uncomfortably, waiting to see if Zane was going to change the location of their meeting or something. Maybe that was why he was so late. The gold of the coin glittered slightly because of the white shafts of moonlight that filtered through the tree branches. The leaves under his feet pacing feet crunched, breaking the serene quiet of the night.

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[Nikita Snape]

Smiling up at the sky, Niki's mind carried her away in a cloud of pure happiness. Ah, what a wonderful day it had been. The murder of Kota Daniels, lingering over her head, Nikita walked back from the Black Lake rather cheerfully. No, she felt no pang of guilt for murdering the young boy, she felt quite happy, and proud of herself for doing such a thing. And it was, ever so interesting to watch the fright in Lucy's eyes as she used the Unforgivable on the young, innocent boy. It hadn't been demanded by anyone of the sort, she just decided to have a little fun. This time though, she hadn't played with her food. She'd gotten right to the unforgivable murder. Which didn't displease her at all. I mean sure, she missed hearing the people beg for their lives, but oh well. She could pass without hearing that tonight.

Shaking her head from the thoughts, she let her mind wander off in a different direction, as did her feet. So, hearing the crash of waves behind her back, Niki began to walk back to the castle, blending into the darkness easily. Well, with the exception of her glowing, pale blue eyes. They swept across the grounds absentmindedly, taking in every single detail of the grounds and saving it for Niki to investigate later. It was rather cold on that night, though Niki wasn't wearing a jacket, or anything of the sort to keep her from shivering. She never shivered, and tonight wasn't an exception. She didn't shiver, or even feel cold at all. She loved the icy cold against her pale skin, which was also very pale. This didn't bother her though, it made her feel more like her father. Which was everything she had ever wanted. Except more evil... which was exactly what she had become.

Nikita stopped dead in her tracks as she watched Hemingway walk towards the Forbidden Forest, obviously taken no notice to Niki's hidden presence. Which was in her case, a very good thing. This meant she could follow him easily, without him being cautious about anything. Of course he would probably feel Nikita's haunted eyes staring at him, and turn around, but oh well. That just made everything even more interesting. Well, in her point of view. So she began to follow the sixth year, whom she had learned not to trust, out of her gut feeling. The guy just seemed wrong to her, as did everything else in this world. She could feel something pounding in her head trying to tell her what was up with him, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. It bugged the crap outta her too. Which was not a good thing... at all. It was close to pissing her off, which is one of her worse stages.

Finally, Niki's face was shadowed away from the moon's gentle ray of light, making her skin loose it's oddly bright paleness. Her eyes still shown bright though, their pale, haunted brightness, which was somehow very dark, deep down inside of them. Her footsteps were not heard under the sound of Rowen's own loud ones. Finally seeing him stop, she ran behind a tree, only peeking out when she heard his voice. 'Zane? Why is he waiting for Zane, exactly?' Nikita was now very curious about anything involved with Zane, seeing as though if it was dangerous, and he got hurt, then Niki herself would also get hurt. The pain would feel the same, but you wouldn't be able to tell that she was hurting until she was on the floor drowning in her own broken tears. 'This can't be good...' Nikita thought to herself, already knowing that this was going to turn into a very interesting walk in the Forest.

Finally, Niki stepped out from behind the tree seeing the shining galleon in his hands. Her eyes were wide, and pain stricken. The pain was not for herself though, it was for Kianthra. Her best friend, and the boy's lover. She stared at him, clearing her throat before speaking. "You slimy son of a bitch!" Her words were as haunted as a hiss, snapping off at the very end. She walked up to him, grabbing the galleon out of his hand, and chucking it in the trees. "WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING!?!?" Her voice was loud, nearing a roar, but slowly it's loudness decreased as she spoke again. "You do realize the consequences for this, Rowen, correct?" Her voice was rough, but yet understanding. She didn't like this... not at all but her next questioned covered up her last tone of voice, which seemed to be changing constantly. "Why. Are. You. Waiting. For. Zane?"

[Rowen Hemingway]

Rowen had sworn that he heard someone behind him, but he ignored it. Lately it seemed that everyone was following him, but it had always been his paranoia getting the best of him. Normally he wasn't on edge like this...however, this year had been far from normal. He was going into a whole new sort of evil. A whole new sort of betrayal. He knew who he was and he was different from the Slytherins. He always had been; for some reason, though, he had been placed in the Snake house and it was coming back to haunt him.

When he heard the subtle sound of movement, Rowen turned sharply, looking around for whatever or whoever could have made the sound. "Zane?" he asked quietly. "Is that you?" he immeadiately took out his wand, the tip glowing red. He could feel the wood beginning to heat slowly, ready to fire out any spell his heart desired. It was times like these when he was thankful for his gift at nonverbal spells.

Well Niki appeared, Rowen's eyes quickly changed to a brilliant green to reflect his surprise. He didn't retaliate when she disposed of his galleon, just trying to come up with a plan as quickly as possible. "I do, Nikita." he responded darkly. "It. Isn't. Any. Of. Your. Business. You. Stupid. Bitch." Rowen finished cheekily, a soft smirk turning the corners of his lips upward.

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[Nikita Snape]

Cocking her head to the side as Rowen spoke her eyes stared at him, coating a nice crystal haunted expression. "It is ALL of my business. Especially since it could, and WILL hurt my best friend Kia." She snapped back, her mind racing with what she was going to say next. "Ah... see that's where you're half wrong. I am a bitch, correct, but I am not stupid. Trust me." She hissed, her eyes glowing with adversity. Swiping her own wand out of her pocket, she pointed it up at Rowen, her voice surprisingly nice. "Tell me right now. Or else." Her voice was filled with disappointment, half at Kia's bad judgment, and at Rowen. He was suppose to be like the rest of them. But he wasn't.

Slowly, Nikita cocked her head to the side, speaking her next words slyly, before taking Rowen's wand out of his hand and snapping it in half with the force of her leg. "Ahhh.. De-Ja-Vu..." She muttered to herself, recalling the time she had fought with Vikki. "Where's your mom again, Rowen? She's dead... correct?" She paused, laughing at the shock showing dimly in his eyes. "A young, immature boy should be with his mommy... I can fix that." Her voice sounded dark, and she stepped closer to him ready to whisper the Unforgivable that she had so recently used earlier that day.

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[Rowen Hemingway]

Rowen was ready to retort when Niki said she wasn't stupid, but bit his tongue. He wasn't ready to dig his own grave yet. He knew he was in for a world of hurt already, and he didn't want to make it any worse. His grip on his wand tightened, knuckles turning white. Oh, he wa sitching to jinx her. He hated the Snape girl with every fiber of his being and couldn't wait to see her fall from power.

"Absolutely." Rowen replied stiffly to Nikita's comment. He then felt the smirk on his lips deepen. "And where's your father, Snape? Dead, isn't he? Wasn't he murdered? What a pathetic weakling." he said, stepping closer so he and Niki were face-to-face. "He let his guard down." he said, gritting his teeth as he thought of he spell he vowed he'd never use. But desperate tiems caled for desperate measures.

Crucio! his mind howled, and he waited for Nikita to feel the end of his curse.

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[Nikita Snape]

Cocking her head to the side, Niki responded sarcastically, "But, my parent didn't die by clumsiness, now did he?" She smiled at Rowen, the smile showing it's falseness easily. "At least my father had a memorable life, unlike your filthy mother, Hemingway." The name slid off of her tongue in a lasp of coldness, but she slowly continued on with her response. "One who murders, always get murdered themselves, Rowen. That's what is going to happen to me, and believe me that's what I would want. I would hate to die peacefully. It would suck. Majorly."

Nikita's voice was cut off by the sudden Unforgivable put on her. She fell to the ground, her body twisting and jerking, uncontrollably. She screamed in pain, as it doubled, and her eyes closed tightly. The image of Zane flashed across her mind, and she watched as he also fell to the ground, twisting and jerking, he mirrored Niki feeling her pain. She screamed again, now focusing on throwing the curse off. It seemed extremely easy though. As if Zane was helping her throw it off. In a matter of seconds, her eyes fluttered open as the pain eased away. She was left laying on the ground, breathing heavily.

A chuckle escaped Niki's lips as she looked up at Rowen, her eyes seeking revenge. "Ahh... Rowen. I love how you follow Mr. Lestrange, yet you just tortured him with an Unforgivable. A curse that you AREN'T allowed to use in the NO. Now he knows. You're screwed now." She laughed on the ground, her wand flicking as she thought the spell decently. 'Stupefy' Her thoughts echoed in her mind, as she got to her feet steadily. She watched as the unmoving body of Rowen laid on the ground, limp.

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[Rowen Hemingway]

Rowen felt his fists tighten as the curse lifted from Niki and she began to speak. Oh, even the sound of her voice was enough to set him on edge. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that." he snarled, taking a few steps back and preparing himself for the stunning spell he knew was coming. And, as predicted, the spell hit him in the chest and he flew a few feet backwards, ramming intot the trunk of a tree. For a few moments he layed there, trying to regather his thoughts.

After several moments he stood shakily, gripping onto the tree and getting ready for his next spell. "Expelliarmus!" he shouted, watching Niki's wand fly from her grasp. "Incarcerous!" he added, watching as Niki was binded with ropes on the ground. He approached her, pressing his foot onto her chest. "Don't fuck with me, Snape." he hissed, using the toe of his shoe to tilt her head towards him. "Crucio." he said simply, concentrating hard so Niki would feel the curse's full effects without harming anyone or breaking free from his control.

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[Nikita Snape]

"Feels good, doesn't it Rowen? To torture someone, eh? It gives you a rush..." Nikita smiled, bracing herself for Rowen's curse. The first curse surprised her, but the next to not so much. Right as her wand began flying out of her hand she used the non-verbal spell to bring it back in her hand. 'Accio wand!' As soon as her thoughts faded, she could feel her wand in the warm or her palm. Then she focused herself all on Rowen's curses. First she felt herself twisting, falling back on the ground as the ropes bonded her. She grunted in anger, as Rowen placed his foot on her chest. "GET THE HELL OFF OF MY CHEST YOU DOUCHE BAG!" She hollered, her temper getting the best of her.

The spell hit her hard, as she squirmed under Rowen's foot. She fought herself to scream, but nothing came out. her eyes closed peacefully, while her body shook, doubling the pain as she fought to keep the pain on herself not Zane. The image of him flashed by again, and her thoughts carried away as if she could talk to him through her mind. 'ZANE! No! Help me throw him off! Please... I need you!' Her thoughts seemed to sear through her mind, making her gasp, but just as soon as that the curse was gone. It had worked. She was left, once more, laying on the cold ground, panting loudly. But just like that, her breathing was easy and controlled, her body no longer shaking.

Doing the quick non-verbal spell, the ropes un-banded themselves, releasing Niki to move her body around. Nikita grabbed Rowen's shirt, pulling him down towards her. She rolled herself over, doing a simple back roll, bringing Rowen with her. Now Rowen was on the bottom, with Niki straddling him, easily. A quick punch to the nose was all she needed to make herself smile. She heard the crunch underneath her fist, making her smile even wider. Then her wand flipped in her hand, aiming at him now. 'Locomotor Mortis' She felt his legs lock together instantly, as she thought the next curse quickly, 'Conjunctivitis' Just as soon as that, she saw Rowen's hands out, trying to feel around. The signal that his eyesight, was indeed, damaged. Just like that, she turned her palm over, tapping her own dark mark, that was for Zane, and Zane only, with the tip of her wand. It immediately began burning on her palm, but she held in her gasp.

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[Rowen Hemingway]

A sense of accomplishment filled Rowen's veins as he watched Niki squirm in pain. Ah, now he remembered why he was a Slytherin. That sense of power...of sheer dominance...was one he craved. It gave him a purpose and a code to live by. He loved to be in control; and because Niki always threatened to put him in a dangerous loop, these moments were the ones he lived for. He felt the pressure of his foot heighten as he pressed down harder on Niki's chest, feel her struggle from under it. "Oh, Nikita...you really shouldn't push my buttons like this." he said. "Unlike my sister I've got a small problem with dealing with my anger..." he said darkly.

Much to his surprise, Niki threw him to the ground, and he hit the earth with a thud. The wind was knocked cleanly out of him. Before he had a chance to catch his breath, he felt Nikita's fist fly into his nose which broke almost instantly. He sucked in a hiss, feeling blood trickle down the side of his face. After throwing up a kick, the Slytherin girl added in another spell, locking his legs together. Soon after his eyesight diminished. He was only able to see vague shapes around him, all colors blurring together as if the world was one giant watercolor painting.

"Finite Incantatem!"

[/i] Rowen shouted, hoping that even with his physical weakness the spell would still work. Much to his delight, he was able to see and move his legs once more. He scrambled free, digging his toes into the dirt so he was able to move as quickly as possible. He ran deeper into the forest, feeling branches whip his face and tug at his clothes. Parts of his flesh felt white-hot from the pain that Niki inflicted. At some points it seemed that he was choking on his own blood from his broken nose; both from it just dripping down the back of his throat and smothering his mouth region. She had gotten him good, that stupid bitch.

Once he was in a clearing, Rowen turned, pressing his back to a tree. He began panting, desperately trying to catch his breath. He wand was raised, anticipating Niki's attack being one of long-distance. The only thing he could do was try something dangerous...something...something that hadn't been done in this fight yet. He had to give her less to work with.

Looking around wildly, he uttered the incantation for one of the most horrific curses he knew.

"Fiendfyre!"
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[Nikita Snape]

Voice cold, and menacing, Nikita responded to Rowen, "No, I think I can handle your anger. The real question is... can you handle my anger, Rowen?" She smiled at him, but continued speaking earnestly, "Ah... see you are just like the rest of us. I just had to dig deep, eh? Make you mad, because I know that no real NO member would use that Unforgivable. Well, at least they aren't suppose to..." Niki trailed of, her smile thrilling. So, Niki watched, with striking eyes that showed her remorse, she let Rowen escape. She didn't try to go after him the first few minutes, but after that she began to walk through the woods. She began to run through them, head first, feeling the small twigs slap her.

Rays of moonlight shown through the trees, as she ran deeper into the forest after Rowen. Just as quickly as she began to sprint, she stopped dead in her tracks she saw the slight spark of bright colors. The colors of fire. The heat of it hit Niki hard, and she stepped backwards, her eyes wide. "No... you didn't. YOU'RE GONNA BURN THE WHOLE PLACE DOWN YOU IDIOT!" Her voice echoed through the trees, and her mouth dropped watching as the flames erupted in a form that was none other than a fierce snake. "YOU WONT BE ABLE TO CONTROL IT ROWEN! IF IT KILLS ME THEN IT'LL KILL ZANE TOO! YOU WANT THAT ON YOUR CONSCIOUS!?! IT WILL KILL YOU TOO... IF YOU DON"T CONTROL IT!"

Breathing hard and rough, Nikita turned on her heel to run the other direction. She knew better than to run towards the castle though. The fire would follow her. Since she was it's deathly victim. Just before she sprinted head on, away from the blaze of fire heading towards her, her thoughts raced, 'No! You can't leave him here to die! Kianthra and Tobie will hate you for life if you let him die! GO BACK!' Trying to fight her own conscious, Nikita turned back towards the uncontrolled fire. She ran diagonal from it, she ran around it. It seemed to go in slow motion, and she lifted her wand saying the charm to try to hold it back. "Impedimenta!" Now it was really going in slow motion, which gave her the time to get around to Rowen.

First, Nikita slapped him hard on the cheek, but grabbed his arm, turning on her heel to run towards Aragog's Clearing. "You idiot! Are you trying to kill yourself, Zane, and me?!?! Run! Faster!" She yelled at him, sprinting her hardest away from the now faster fire. "Shit! My charm isn't working anymore!!! UGH! Can't you try to control it?" Her breathing was hard, as was her voice as she gasped for a breath every time her foot hit on the ground harder, and harder. The thumping of their feet echoed in her mind, making her get a headache.

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[Zane Lestrange]

Ok so the night had got off to a bad start and now it seemed to be getting even worse. Zane had been sitting in the common room with Lily, hot chocolate in one hand, crumpet in the other, enjoying the warmth of the fire on this cold night. That was when the galleon had suddenly burned in his pocket. He removed it from his pocket, watching Rowen's face appear on one side. Oh, I totally forgot...best get down there now He quickly muttered his apologies to Lily before heading out of the portrait into the seventh floor corridor. He quickly reached the grand staircase, running as fast as he could without drawing any undue attention to himself. He just reached the fourth floor when the first curse struck. It was so unexpected that he fell to the floor, shaking and trying not to scream out, as he saw a picture of Niki lying on the floor in the forest. Come on, you can throw this off. And the curse lifted, a lot quicker than usual. Out into the Entrance Hall, out the side door and into the grounds. Running down the path, faster and faster. Curse number two. Aagh not again! Writhing on the floor, good job nobody saw...The edge of the forest now, not far to go.

As he neared the clearing, he heard a crackling sound and a roar. No! They didn't?!?! Help us all if they did. Ok think Zane think, fiendfyre, yes. I'm quite potent at dark magic, although I hate to admit it. Maybe I can attempt to control it and stop it. After all Kia's done it before and I've heard that my mother... Zane thoughts quickly broke off as Bellatrix's face appeard in his mind. He shook his head, trying to get rid of it before running towards the clearing where Niki and Rowen were. There they are and oh s... He had spotted the fiendfyre, now mutating into a dragon, rearing it's blazing head, mouth wide open as if to snap up anything in it's path.

Fiendfyre mortuo He thought, his eyes closed, unable to see that Rowen and Niki were heading off towards another clearing and thus would not have spotted him. Well the fiendfyre had stopped moving towards Niki and Rowen who had just disappeared into the trees. He flicked his wrist slightly and the fire mutated back into just a blaze with no animal form. It spun around and around, encircling Zane in a large fire tornado. Safe in the centre, aware of the intense heat around him, he fought to contain the fiendfyre. Still with his eyes closed, he manipulated the fire, so it's tendrals withdrew into the tornado, no longer threatening to set the whole forest on fire. Finally Zane opened his eyes, just as he thought the word, Finite!. The fiendfyre turned blue for a few seconds, the tornado spinning faster and faster as it got closer to the Gryffindor in the centre. Suddenly the fire disappeared, leaving just falling ash in its place, blackening the ground around Zane with an ash circle.

[Nikita Snape]

Have you ever felt as if everything that had happened in the last few moments of your life didn't matter worth a shit now? At that very moment none of it mattered? Well... I guess you could say that's how Nikita Freya Snape felt at that moment, running next to Rowen. They had fought with each other for about an hour or less, and now none of it mattered to Niki. She was just set on getting the hell out of the Forbidden Forest that was freaking burning to bits from Rowen's idiotic curse. Yes, this pissed Niki off. Part of because if she burned to a crisp here in the woods, so would Zane. Which would also mean Rowen would die too. She didn't want to care if Rowen died, but she cared if it would make all of her friends sad, and mad at her. She couldn't deal with that shit now could she?

So, clearing her mind from the wild, wacko thoughts, her legs moved quicker, and quicker as the fire neared the two Slytherin's backs. Her breathing was hard, and rough, but her eyes were focused, but yet wild. They were haunted as they scanned the area around her, wishing with all of her heart that Zane would hurry. They needed help, and a lot of it. Running at full speed next to Rowen, she hollered at him, her voice shaky with stress and anger. "HURRY UP ROWEN! We don't have time for you to jack off! Seriously! Hurry your fat, white ass up!!!" Not feeling a pang of guilt for everything that had happened earlier, Nikita looked down at her palm simultaneously, watching it as it darkened, and burned hotter into her sweaty palm. She clinched her fist, covering up the small dark design easily.

Cocking her head to the side, a feeling rushed throughout Niki, a feeling of delight, and knowing. She turned around, stopping dead in her tracks. She watched as Rowen also turned around to look at what she was looking at. "ZANE!" She yelled, under her breath. Her eyes gleamed with happiness, and she watched him with weary, pale eyes. "He can help us Rowen. No matter how much we don't want to ask him for it, we need it." She snapped, turning to look at Rowen. Her eyes were suddenly captured by the shrinking flames, which were no longer in the shape of a snake. She sighed, extremely happy that she had this connection with Zane... If she hadn't had it then she would probably be dead right about now. "That was a shitty idea Rowen. You could've burned the whole freaking place down, you idiot." She hissed, her pale eyes still watching the bright colored flames.

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[Rowen Hemingway]

It had taken all of rowen's self-control to not break Nikita's nose. his palm itched to plow right into her face, but he manged to tuck that anger deep within himself to use on a rainy day. The fire was licking his heels as he ran, the effects of Nikita's charm wearing off little by little until the speed of the flames was almost too fast for Rowen's legs. Sure he had been heavily involved with muggle sports during his summers but nothing prepared him for this. He was far behind Nikita when he noticed Zane in the distance, throwing off his Fiendfyre and causing the impending heat to cease. He breathing was deep and heavy, almost to a point where his lungs burned. His throat and eyes stung from the smoke that drifted through the canopy of leaves above them, his gaze traveling to see the black, evil-looking substance rise.

"Nikita, shut the hell up. Stop acting like you're ina movie or something; this is life. I know Zane can help us and I'd be an idiot if I didn't asking for it." he growled, shoving past his housemate towards Zane. As Nikita started lecturing him he stiffened visibly, turning and glaring at her, green eyes livid. "Don't you castigate me on the subject of shitty ideas!" he shouted, walking closer and closer to the Snape girl until he could see the whites of her eyes. "Because this was a pretty shitty move, too," he said, grabbing her wrist and turning it upright to watch the Dark Mark on her arm slither around, writhing and twisting almost like it wanted to encase her entire arm.

As the silence stretched between them, Rowen began to take notice of his wounds. His nose was broken, he was sure of it, and he was sure a couple of his fingers were, too. The backs of his arms were throbbing like crazy from burns and his hands were scorched. You couldn't exactly perform a curse like that without suffering from it. Blood and dirt clung to his face, and a dark purple hue was begining to surface around his left eye. Using the back of his hand to wipe the blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, he began to speak again.

"I hope you're satasfied with what you've done, Nikita. You've made an enemy out of me, which is avery poor mistake." he said darkly. "Unlike the rest of our Housemates I see right through you. you'll get rid of anyone that stands in the way of your quest for power..." he said through gritted teeth. His fingers, which were still tightly wrapped around his wand, wanted to use a curse to kill her then and there. It would be so satisfying...but not worth losing his position in the NO or losing the trust of his sister.

[Nikita Snape]

Nikita had to fit the sudden urge to die in a fit of laughter at Rowen's words. Of course the fire nipping at her heels also kept her from rolling on the ground laughing. Her life was in danger. As was Zane's, and Rowen's. Of course she didn't give a shit if Rowen's life was in danger. He was a dick, and a fassy. He took everything way too seriously. "You need to grow up and be a man Rowen. I mean seriously... you're such a chick." At that final word, she stopped, turning in on Rowen. Just as soon as that, he had grabbed her wrist. She hissed, and growled at that, wrenching her arm away from his clutch. Her eyes were sharp, and evil stricken, and she just wanted to rip Rowen's head off right then and there. I mean... Zane wouldn't mind... would he?

Taking in a deep breath, she tried to calm herself. Which didn't work worth a flying shit. Her words came out in a rush, but they were confident and respectful towards Rowen. "Your point? Yeah, I'm in the DE, retard, and I like it." She flipped her hair to the side, giving him an adoring smile. Her eyes flashed with veela charm, that was hardly breakable to the male mind. "You know I'm actually starting to like you. Yeah, I will get rid of anyone that stands in my way... but truthfully, you're not a threat to me, buddy. Get use to the fact that you don't scare me, and that I obviously don't scare you. We would make a great team."

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[Rowen Hemingway]

Rowen gritted his teeth at Niki's comments; they were so...immature. Childish. The fact that she was unable to properly insut an actual flaw made him chuckle lightly. "Funny, I never saw being clever and resourceful a flaw." he muttered with a smirk. "Why don't you grow up and be a chick? I mean seriously Nikita, you're such a man." he chided sarcastically, unable to control himself. Hm, maybe he should take a bit of his own advice on the subject of maturity...

Rowen narrowed his eyes as Nikita attempted to charm him. Yes, he had seen the pure Veelas dancing around at Quidditch Cup games, and yes he thought they were beautiful, but the fact that Nikita didn't hold that innocense in her gaze made Rowen able to block her so-called 'charm' out. "Don't you dare look at me like that, you filthy half-breed--" he snarled, pausing and considering his word choice. Yes, he had just called Niki a half-breed...but wasn't it people like her that he was fighting for? People who were half-breeds, half-bloods, muggle-borns... A sudden pang of guilt washed through his system, though the feeling wasn't strong enough to be revealed on his features.

"Over my dead body!" he scoffed. Yea, like they would be friends. Like hell they would. He felt his fingers tighten ever more around his wand. "I normally wouldn't hit a girl...but that's just it. You're inhuman." he spat, bringing up a fist and slugging Nikita in the face. He felt the flesh under his fist snap, and realized that his own bones had also been crunched in the process. Drawing his hand away, he noticed the blood that coated it and couldn't help but smile darkly.

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