-- you can see my heart. [liz]

[nimue pearl zabini]

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The one thing Nimue did not like about being on the Quidditch team was that sometimes, she had to get up unforgivably early in the morning on her otherwise free days. Why they had to sign up for training time at the pitch that early was beyond her. After all, they were only halfway through October, so while she realized that they needed to train, she couldn’t quite understand why it couldn’t be delayed until the next day or another time when they wouldn’t have to get up at the same time as the sun. Okay, maybe not that early, but by December, she could pretty much guarantee that they’d be training for hours without any sunlight. She had wanted to go to Hogsmeade today, though, with some friends, so this practice was just extremely badly timed. Still, she didn’t really have a choice if she wanted to stay on the team, and complain as she might, she did not want to be kicked off.

The practice went well enough, all things considered, and the brunette felt suitably tired afterwards – a surefire sign that she had actually gotten something done. It was past noon by then, though, and combined with her having exhausted a lot of energy already, she concluded not to go to Hogsmeade and try to find her friends there. Instead, she got herself cleaned up, then returned to the Common Room to see if anyone was there. It was turning out to be a surprisingly nice day, though, so a lot of people were probably outside, she concluded as she realized that there weren’t very many there. Maybe going to Hogsmeade was a better idea after all. It certainly seemed more appealing than staying here almost all by herself. Sure, she could be doing homework or something equally productive, but she didn’t really feel like it. She tended to slack off with her schoolwork quite a lot, but her excuse was that it was still only the start of the year and she had plenty of time before the NEWTs. Those would be important, though, there was no escaping that.

Upon entering their dormitory to find something else to wear before potentially going to Hogsmeade, she realized that she wasn’t as alone as she had previously assumed. Her dark eyebrows furrowed slightly as she saw Callista there. "Are you going to stay here all day, Liz?" she asked as she looked through her clothes. It was possible that Callista had already been out, of course, but she didn’t really think that was the case. Reading all day or something of the sort sounded like a more Callista-like thing to do. The whole fascination with books was difficult for Nimue to understand, but then again, they’d always been very different. Similar enough to be best friends, obviously, but still. "The sun’s shining.”

[/color] And I haven’t seen Dawlish yet today, she added silently. The thought of him always made her skin crawl. She wasn’t going to bring him up unless Liz mentioned him, though, since it was a rather unpleasant topic.

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Callista looked herself in the mirror, deciding for the fifth time that she had applied enough make up to cover her bruises. Right? The young lady looked over her face again, before changing her mind and dabbing more foundation on her skin. It was her daily routine, rain or shine. If it was a weekday, she woke up extra early so that by the time her dorm mates were up, she was ready and presentable. If it was a weekend like today, she’d sleep in late until everyone else was out of the room. It was highly inconvenient to share a room with four other girls, but Callista never once mentioned anything about it. She couldn’t bring herself to. She’d let slip a minor remark or so, not enough for anyone to pick up on her unhappiness. But then she would be horrible upset with herself.

Looking at the array of make up on her dressing table, Liz picked up a deep maroon lipstick colour and was applying it when someone came into the dorm. Now, the Slytherin had arranged her mirror to face the room, so that when anyone came in, she could see who it was immediately. Her heart slowed down a little when she saw that it was only Nimue. Even the slightest sound made Liz jump inwardly. Even though she knew she was safe up here in the girls dorm (no male could get up here, after all), Callista still had the fear that her future husband would find a way to do so. “I was waiting for you.” The dark haired female said, winking at her friend though the window. She capped the lipstick tube and started keeping all her cosmetics. She had way too much and mostly everyone thought she was vain. She didn’t mind them thinking that way. The truth did not need to be known.

Liz smoothed down her dress, eyes catching onto the Ancient Runes textbook. Well, she had been intending to read it today. “So it is.” Callista commented, gaze automatically going to the window. Obviously, since their dorm was in the dudgeons, she couldn’t see the actual sky. She was going to take Nimue’s word for it, seeing as how it appeared she had been out in the Quidditch Pitch. “How was practise?” She asked. Changing the topic was a frequent tool Liz used. She didn’t want to talk about why she wanted to stay in and not go to Hogsmeade today. Dawlish’s face popped into her head and she grabbed the book on her table, gripping it tightly. “Are our chances good this year?” Callista asked again, making herself smile while she turned to face Nimue.

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Nimue looked up as her friend replied, noting the makeup set up on the dressing table. She hadn’t looked carefully at Callista as she entered, but then again, she usually didn’t need to in order to figure out why she would sit alone with her makeup after noon on a Saturday. Why anyone would want to cause her best friend any harm was completely beyond her, but noble, respectable and utterly repulsive Mister Dawlish seemed to think it was a sensible thing to do. It was one of those things no one could do anything about, though. Arranged marriages between respectable pureblood families were so common they were more or less expected, and not going through with it was out of the question. It didn’t matter if anyone involved was happy, or even if they actively tried to kill one another several times a day. All that mattered was producing heirs to carry on the family name and keeping up appearances.

”No, you weren’t. By the way, and I mean this in the nicest way possible, he deserves to die in a fire,” Nimue replied, but didn’t push the matter any further. She wasn’t one to pry, not most of the time anyway. Sure, she could spit out some rude comments about Callista’s betrothed, but she wasn’t going to force her to talk about it more than that. She had done so the first time she suspected something was wrong with Callista’s relationship, as any good friend would, and she’d asked a few times since then when things had seemed worse than usual, but today was just another day with Liz hiding her bruises with too much makeup and changing the subject like nothing was wrong. That couldn’t be a healthy thing to do. Nimue wasn’t really one to talk, though, with her tendency to suppress her emotions.

”It was fine,” she replied, finally picking out a plain black skirt and a sweater to go with it. ”The team’s good. I don’t know if we’ll win or not, but here’s hoping, right?” Quidditch wasn’t exactly the center of her universe. She loved playing and was pretty good at it - and she hated losing - but she wasn’t the type to talk about it non-stop either. Once she finished speaking, she sat down on her bed, turned away from Callista and started to get changed. You couldn’t share a room with four other girls for over six years without getting used to changing in the presence of each other, after all. Well, actually, a lot of people might still be uncomfortable with it, but Nimue didn’t really mind. After a few seconds, once she was properly dressed, she stretched out on the bed and looked at her friend again. ”I guess you’re not going out and I’m not going to leave you here, so… do you have any plans for the day? Homework I can distract you from?”

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Callista didn’t know when she even bothered to try to lie to Nimue. She always got seen through. Even though Callista had promised herself that she was going to burden anyone with the knowledge of her horrendous relationship with her betrothed, that went down the drain when she was more or less cornered by Nimue. She tried not to think about her life when Hogwarts was over. Chances were, she probably was never going to see Nimue every again if she got married. The female wondered if that thought had occurred to her friend. She would be the perfect pureblood wife, producing babies to carry on the blood line. Yes, that was her life’s ambition.

The Slytherin hardly even winced when Nimue insulted her future husband to be. She was pretty sure she had to protest, correct her friend that Dawlish was quite a wonderful person who didn’t deserve to die in a fire. In public, perhaps. Not when they were in their dorm alone. Instead, she just smiled. She was good at putting on a façade. “Maybe he’ll find himself being set on fire someday.” Infuriating Dawlish was not something Callista wished people did. She had to pacify his ego and pray that he could be calmed down enough to not think about using violence.

“Right.” Liz nodded her head. Hope wasn’t something she had most days. But they were talking about Quidditch, which Liz knew about but wasn’t obsessed with, not her. Callista was one of those girls that didn’t change in front of others for rather obvious reasons. But she didn’t mind people doing so. She just averted her eyes away from Nimue, looking at the book she held in her hands. Would it be a surprise if she told her friend that she had read though the book once? Twice? She looked up when Nimue spoke, getting it all right in the first sentence.

“I’ve just got that Defense Against the Dark Arts essay left…” Liz began, thinking of the rather good looking Professor before shaking her head slightly. “I’ve completed the Potions one. Did we have a Transfiguration essay? No, that was last week.” Callista started running through all the subjects she had. Hiding from someone left her plenty of time to start on her homework. She usually had it all done by Saturday. “But how are you going to distract me? Some delicious gossip in our pureblood society? Anyone else getting betrothed? Malfoy? Black? Yaxley? Zabini?” Her friend was going to throw a right fit if she was betrothed.

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The thought of Dawlish being set on fire was one that very nearly made Nimue laugh out loud, but she managed not to. That would be rude, even though he was a complete jerk and really deserved to have her laugh right in his face. There wasn’t anything to do about this, though, she reminded herself for the umpteenth time as she looked at Callista. It wasn’t the tiniest bit strange that she was angry with the so-called man who hurt her best friend like this, and Liz was so good at pretending he was an amazing person it only annoyed her more. Still, there was no argument about just what he deserved now that it was just the two of them, and in a way, that was a relief. She’d be truly worried the day Liz felt the need to defend this awful person even in private, because that would just be messed up.

Defense Against the Dark Arts essay? Blah. That sounded like the most boring thing in the history of anything, ever. Well, except for the Potions essay that was mentioned only a moment later. In a way, Nimue admired her friend’s dedication to schoolwork and other equally necessary (and dreary) things, but on the other hand, it was so boring. They were different, though, always had been, and that was fine. At least Nimue sometimes got to take a look at notes and such when she was running very late with assignments, which she was grateful for or she’d probably be failing most her classes. Sure, she was a clever girl when she put her mind to it, but most of the time, things like schoolwork simply weren’t motivating enough. It would probably have helped if she wasn’t so sure she’d just be married off after Hogwarts anyway, but of course, that was her duty.

That didn’t mean she was happy to have Liz remind her of it, though, and she stuck her tongue out at the other girl. ”I wouldn’t be here making pleasant conversation if I was betrothed,” she said, rolling her eyes slightly. She would accept it (or at least pretend to outwardly), but she would in no way be happy. The idea of not being able to choose her own future, to have to marry someone who might treat her as badly as Dawlish treated Liz… It was frightening, to say the least. She wanted to say she wouldn’t put up with it, but that was a lie. She knew she would, because it was what everyone expected. Her parents weren’t happy, Liz wouldn’t be happy with Dawlish, and Nimue probably wouldn’t be happy with whoever she married either. ”No, I prefer not thinking about that too much,” she said with a sigh, then added, ”Isn’t it odd that Andromeda isn’t betrothed yet, though? I mean, she is a Black. You’d every pureblood family would want their son to marry her.”

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[parkinson]

Callista knew of Dawlish before their families arranged the marriage. From what she knew, she kept far away from the male as possible. Of all the other respectable pureblood families, her father had to choose the Dawlishes. The one person that Callista didn’t want to be with. Liz wouldn’t mind getting betrothed to Nimue’s younger brothers even. She understood why Nimue was upset. Even Callista hadn’t anticipated what could happen when her husband to be flew into a rage. That was not a day she wanted to experience ever again. Naturally, she experienced it regularly but at least now, she knew what to expect. That wasn’t good, not at all, but what could she do about it? Tell her father? That would make her life so much easier, she was sure.

The Slytherin could almost predict her friend’s reaction to the different essays that they had due. Not something Nimue enjoyed doing. Callista didn’t enjoy homework either but what else did she have? Plus, it had been drilled into her mind from young that she needed to get excellent grades. Not that she would ever need them as a trophy wife. Liz flipped open her book to a random page, before looking back up at Nimue. Smiling when the dark haired girl stuck her tongue out, Liz spoke. “You would be thinking of ways on how to make him suffer so he’d request not to be married to you?” She ventured a guess.

There was every chance Nimue would get happily married to someone she loved, but Liz chose not to bring that up. What were the chances of that, really? The society that they lived in didn’t exactly foster a happily ever after ending for most pureblood females. “Maybe her parents are having trouble choosing.” Liz said, turning the page on her book. “How one decides to just marry off their daughter, I do not know.” Callista murmured. “I mean, how do you judge if two people are compatible with each other?” The brunette opened her mouth to say some more before realising that she was going on a rant and stopped. “Yes, it’s odd Andromeda isn’t betrothed yet.” She agreed with the original question.

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