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"The Prodigal Sister" for Ophelia Devine. Faked deaths, scandal, and schemes!
Kristoffer was going to be great at this, because he was great at everything. Also his memory was greater than everyone else's, because he bet no one else had ever lost their virginity somewhere exotic like Morocco. Hell, he bet no one else had even lost their virginity. Inexperienced losers.

Kristoffer Lestrange in Shining, Shimmering Splendour

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7 Deadly Sins

Complete seven threads, one where your character displays each of the Seven Deadly Sins — Pride, Lust, Sloth, Envy, Weath, Gluttony, and Greed. Each thread should be at least ten posts, with at least three being your own. Character accounts can be combined.


Holding Out For A Hero
May 3, 1888 - Corridors of Hogwarts, Evening
I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero till the end of the night
He's gotta be strong, he's gotta be fast
And he's gotta be larger than life, larger than life
-Ella Mae Brown
Evening prefect duties were perhaps the one chore of being a prefect Emmeline despised. Being very much a creature of habit, she was always awake at the crack of dawn and late nights never seemed to stop her from the early wake up. Which, essentially, resulted in a rather cranky and groggy Emmeline in the mornings. Unfortunately, there was nothing that could be done about it. The worst part about that night, however, was being stuck with Kristoffer Lestrange. If she were being honest, she was afraid of him and she was probably everything he disliked about a person. Working class. Half blood. Good two shoes.

She simply had to grin and bear it as she waited for him in the corridors so they could begin their rounds. He was late though, which caused her to stand there with her hands on her hips and tapping a foot rather impatiently. Normally it wouldn't have been an issue but apparently the haughty stance and tapping of her foot was enough to sound the alarm for Peeves that someone needed pestering with. Before she could even react, a bucket of icy cold water was dumped on her head and a cackling Peeves disappeared down the corridor.

"Peeves!" she exclaimed through chattering teeth just as she saw Mr. Lestrange come around the corner with his usual arrogant swagger. She couldn't help the glare she focused on him despite her freezing and trembling body. "You're late," she ground out once he'd gotten closer.

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He wasn't that late. Besides, he might argue: the later it was when they set off on prefect rounds, the longer past curfew it'd be, and thus, the fewer students they'd have to chivvy back to their dormitories. This saved effort on everyone's part; Kristoffer was practically doing them a service.

Except, perhaps, Miss Woodcroft here. His mouth fell open in utter mirth when he rounded the corner and spotted her there, disgruntled and sopping wet. Good on Peeves.

"And you're wet," Kris returned, as though she hadn't already noticed. His mouth slipped into a smirk as he looked her up and down, briefly grasping at some of the fabric of her lapel to test quite how wet her uniform was. "Need some help out of your robes?" He offered with a raised eyebrow, oh-so-nobly.

Emmeline continued to glare and, now, frown at Mr. Lestrange as he came closer and pointed out the obvious. He was an idiot. A rude and complete idiot. And it wasn't like Emmeline to think poorly of people but she certainly didn't have the highest of opinions of him. But despite her thoughts, she couldn't help the blush that flushed her cheeks at his offer to help her disrobe. Surely he hadn't meant it that way but in light of the previous few months should couldn't help but to think of it in that way.

"How you ever became a Prefect I'll never know," she huffed as she shivered again and produced her wand. Perhaps a simply drying spell would suffice but they weren't exactly supposed to be doing magic in the corridors but she wondered if an exception could be made. She hesitated with her wand in her hand, eyeing the Slytherin Prefect warily to see what his response would be.

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For all her frowns and glaring, her flushed cheeks told him he'd managed to have the effect he wanted, whatever she wanted him to think about her distant disapproval. Some girls were so easily embarrassed.

It was immensely amusing, and now, if anything, Kristoffer was just inclined to do it more.

Her huffed response was one he'd heard before, admittedly. Kris didn't feel the need to answer it to defend himself. People knew precisely why he had been made a prefect, they just didn't like to admit it to themselves. He had all the qualities of leadership: confidence, authority, an esteemed name, was a credit to his house. (Was, in theory, a student Headmaster Black was disinclined to hate, at least as much as the headmaster hated some.)

"I could say the same to you," Kristoffer said, unperturbed, and raising an eyebrow at her wand. Oh, he couldn't take points off her, she was another prefect - and he wouldn't, generally, for something like that, which was a miserably dull and sensible breach of school rules if it was anything - but he did smirk at her raised wand, happy to make life difficult for her. "You're more of a rulebreaker than I thought," he remarked, wondering idly which other rules he could potentially push her into breaking.

Mr. Lestrange's words caused Emmeline to pause in her ministrations. It was almost as if he were taunting her to break rules. She most definitely was not one to break rules though she had been caught out in the corridors past curfew before she'd become a prefect but that had been a fluke. She'd ran into a damned boggart and it had thoroughly messed her timing up.

That was all besides the point though. She couldn't very well go about her rounds totally drenched to the bone and there simply wasn't time to go and change, especially since he'd already been late. She quickly cast a spell to dry herself then redid her braided hair before turning back to him. "Sometimes things are necessary," she answered will all the confidence she didn't really have, she just hoped it held enough to convince him.

"Shall we begin?" she then asked, hoping they could just get on their merry way and forget about the whole ordeal.

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She went ahead and cast her drying spell, which put an end to his goading, both about the rulebreaking and getting her out of her clothes. Shame. "I'll keep that in mind," Kristoffer remarked, blasé. He might be able to hold that sneaky spell over her; but, as broken rules went, she had hardly proved herself any less of a goody-two-shoes - only that she was practical, too.

Clearly she wasn't pleased to be loitering around for too long, either. He merely offered Miss Woodcroft another amused leer, and an ever-so-slightly mocking, "After you," that he accompanied with a chivalrous wave of his hand. And followed up by grasping the ends of the newly refashioned braid in her hair and giving them a firm flick upwards, because he had as little sense of personal space as he did maturity.

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