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Balthazar Bletchley (homo_sui_iuris) wrote in serasera,
@ 2008-05-05 15:04:00

Entry tags:

balthazar-bletchley, zarabeth-raine

Who: Balthazar, Zarabeth and anyone wanting to see him get owned.
When: May 6, just after lunch
Where: The Courtyard and the nearby entry
What: Balthazar attempts to be sweet to his borderline evil fiance
Rating: PG 13
Status: Incomplete

It was the oddest thing to wake up in the morning and be in a good mood. Not that it was a bad feeling, of course- having two days in a row of simply enjoying people around him was a rarity. Something he didn't know he could enjoy but Balthazar was doing just that; he was enjoying it. At some moments he wondered why not everyone was in such a great mood, especially the seventh years since they were almost done with schooling. It was a great feeling to know that and everyone should be that excited. One person he noticed was not looking so sunny was someone he knew sooner or later he'd have to at least be respectful towards. Since learning the definition of being betrothed, Bal and Zarabeth had more or less despised the other's existence.

Today seemed like a good day to change that.

It was not long into his only free period in the day and Balthazar was on the hunt for the moody Gryffindor who always seemed to be nowhere when he needed her. Her reaction to him had yet to cross Balthazar's mind since he was sure she would not be bothered by some friendliness. He wasn't about to start waltzing with her across the school- just a small conversation. A harmless talk that she can brush off as a mind game later on.

Surprised to have found her so easily, B recognized the girl's poise and profile as he turned the corner and walked out into the courtyard. His thoughts of a simple conversation where altered- it wasn't like a hug was out of the ordinary for people forced to be with each other... right? Besides, what's the worse that could happen to him (not that he remembered she had a good right hook). In a good natured way, Balthazar walked over to the witch and wrapped his arms around the girl's shoulder from behind, smile plastered to his face.

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arsgratia_artis
2008-05-06 04:09 pm UTC (link)

Zara's day had been pretty uneventful so far and she was quickly growing bored with it. If something interesting didn't happen now she thought she might just explode. Or punch a wall... Or a first year, which ever one she happened to come across first. Though they were both so abundant there was probably about a 50 percent chance of either. Of course, the fact that she had a free period now wasn't helping because she still had nothing to do. In fact, free periods were probably the worst things on the fact of the earth in Zara's mind at the moment.

All of these thoughts would leave her head the minute she set foot out of the castle walls and went down near the forest with her sketch pad and she knew it. But she still complained, even if only to herself. She stepped out into the courtyard and smirked at the fresh air. Things were getting better already. The brunette continued walking, hoisting her messenger bag a little higher on her shoulder and pushing it slightly behind her so that it wasn't smacking into her thigh with every step.

The feeling of a pair of arms wrapping around her shoulders halted her in her tracks. She blinked a few times, confused. No one ever hugged her. Not even her friends. At least, not under normal circumstances. And certainly not as a surprise like this. Her chocolate eyes traveled down to the person's hands. Those were definitely man hands. And not good ones. Not that any of them were "good" exactly...

She wrenched herself out of the hug and whirled around. Balthazar's face met her gaze and she blinked again, her expression of annoyance shifting into one of confusion. What the frack...?

"Balthazar... What the hell was that?" she asked, mouth hanging open slightly.

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homo_sui_iuris
2008-05-06 11:02 pm UTC (link)

Having the girl force herself out of the hug a small part of Balthazar wondered if that was a mistake. She was not exactly a cuddling person from what he knew- or cared to know. But that didn't matter, he had yet to be hit for it so it seemed like a positive sign. Maybe she was in a good mood for once as well- that would be a good thing. She was always on PMS mode and he always wondered what a happy her would look like. Hell she may even be attractive without the scowl. May being the key word in that thought, of course.

Her question caused the boy to tilt his head in slightly confusion as a small grin played on his thin lips. That was a silly question since it was obvious what that was.

“That's called a hug, Bethany.”

The name was emphasized as it always was coming from his mouth. It was a name he gave her years ago, claiming that her real name was uglier than her and needed to be changed. Secretly he always liked her name since it beat his middle name of Marius hands down. Before he could comment the glint of the ring she was forced to wear caught his eye and he gave himself a mental pat on the back. It was a sexy ring and he had picked it out- amazing taste on his behalf. It was natural skill.

“I figured I would have a little chat with you,” he responded, voice edging back to his normal bored tone with the girl though the small grin was still visible on his face.

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arsgratia_artis
2008-05-11 12:25 am UTC (link)

When Balthazar gave her the obvious response to her question, Zara norrowed her eyes. She knew it was a fracking hug. What she had wanted to know was why the hell he was hugging her. They hated each other, it wasn't their fault they were engaged, it was a forced thing and they hardly ever spoke at school, and when they did it was usually because they felt like pissing each other off. They didn't hug. They hadn't been friendly toward each other since they were eleven, before they understood what the word "betrothed" meant.

Of course, the fact that he used that stupid excuse for a nickname that he had given her didn't improve her current mood any. in fact, now she was just annoyed that he had gotten her all confused with his stupid hug and was now delaying her sketching time even further.

A chat, huh? Yeah, she'd give him a "chat." Her weight dropped back onto her left leg, bending her right knee slightly and crossing her arms over her chest.

"A chat about what?" she asked, arching her eyebrows in a bored fashion. She knew him well enough to know that the sooner she cooperated, the sooner he would let her be.

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homo_sui_iuris
2008-05-11 12:42 am UTC (link)

Watching Zara react was almost more fun than actually hugging her and seeing the confusion in her eyes. Of course he was on very thin ice and was half aware of that. At the moment what mattered was a lot of fun in a short amount of time before class started. Sure they had nothing in common since they made a point to never talk but he could think of something. He had found her after all and she did ask what the topic would be. Letting her hang in the air like that would juts be rude. With a shrug, Bal's head tilted to the side, eying Zara with intense eyes.

He was enjoying this new found enjoyment at actually checking out what he was going to be living with. The pissed look was actually sexy in a way which made even the most giddy him sick to his stomach. Beth was not supposed to be attractive- she was vile, a slag and really making him like the death glare too much.

Without any topic ideas, Balthazar took to something his father often did when the children were younger. Since neither parent liked the idea of romantic conversation they got down to what they thought the point of a marriage was- make babies and pass on the perfect genes. Disturbing... was the only thought that sprung into B's mind before he made a choice without thinking it through; with one arm he more or less dragged Zarabeth in for a very short and seemingly dangerous kiss.

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arsgratia_artis
2008-05-11 07:44 am UTC (link)

When Balthazar didn't answer right away Zara let out an annoyed sigh. She should have figured that he didn't know what he wanted to "chat" about and was really just trying to waste her time and piss her off. Her fingers tapped against her arm impatiently as she waited for him to speak. She continued to glare at him as he stood theire looking her over. If she didn't know any better it would seem like he was checking her out. But he didn't do that and neither did she. Besides, as far as he knew she was still dating Franz, whom she knew he wasn't afraid of like everyone else, but he had always hated the fact that he liked a Squib more than him. What could she say? The Suqib had more personality. Until she shagged him and he became an ass and only wanted more sex. But, Balthazar didn't need to know that she had shagged him, either. That was her business, not his.

One of his arms wrapped around her and before she could even firgure out what was happening, nevermind do anything about it, he was kissing her. Her eyes widened at the feeling of his warm lips against hers. He released her quickly and once he had she stumbled back a few steps; she couldn't get away from him fast enough. But before she got too far she lifted a hand and balling it into a fist, reached up and clipped him square in the jaw with it.

After the follow-through she let her hand drop, pleased to know that he would be sore now.

"What the frack is wrog with you!?" She was well aware that everyone in the courtyard was staring at them now, but she honestly didn't care.

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homo_sui_iuris
2008-05-11 11:37 pm UTC (link)

He knew it was going to happen- he really did. Of course it still hurt like hell when Zara's fist made contact with his face. Stumbling back a bit, his hand whipped to the now stinging area, eyes narrowed. Embarrassing, yes, painful true but...

"What's wrong with me? You're the one who punched me, bitch!" Balthazar snapped back.

Sure he never paid her any attention before now but hell, he had every right to kiss his girl whether or not he actually wanted her. She may still be with that German thing but she still was his in the end. And she had on the ring he bought per force from both set of parents. The girl was asking for it in his mind, however altered it may have been at the time.

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arsgratia_artis
2008-05-19 03:02 pm UTC (link)

Zara watched Balthazar stumble backwards, rather pleased that he was in pain. Served him right for doing something like that. When he snapped back at her she arched her eyebrows, almost as if she was challenging him. Punching him was merely a reaction to the kiss. If he hadn't kissed her, he wouldn't have gotten hurt. Simple as that. Balthazar had never tried to kiss her before. Ever. He usually seemed to disgusted by the very idea of having to marry her that he refused to even touch her. So this was something very strange.

"Yeah, well, that's your own bloody fault!" she told him, crossing her arms defensively. "What the hell even got that in your head in the first place?"

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