Raivis Galante
Hufflepuff Student[/color]
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Post by Raivis Galante on Apr 4, 2010 5:07:01 GMT -5
Latvia nodded weakly. "You sh-should be nicer... me and m-my brothers are th-the only family you've got... after Baltia Antiqua died..." He squinted his eyes shut and flinched, expecting to be struck for mentioning their dead grandfather.
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Ymant Stalte
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Līv?mō
the seventh year mudblood. ;D
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Post by Ymant Stalte on Apr 8, 2010 5:18:04 GMT -5
Ymant sneered as the other mentioned their grandfather. How could he not? The man was the one who made him feel okay to not be a pureblood, and he hardly even saw him at all before he passed...
Reaching out and grabbing Raivis' collar, he grimaced, pulling the other boy closer.
"Don't you dare ever mention him around me, got that? I wish you and your stupid brothers had died as well."
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Raivis Galante
Hufflepuff Student[/color]
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Post by Raivis Galante on Apr 8, 2010 5:21:39 GMT -5
Raivis squealed in surprise, shaking even harder than he had done before.
"LET GO!" He screamed, not caring about their location, beginning to sob.
Oddly, the owls didn't seem disturbed, and a long silence passed before Raivis looked up menacingly at Ymant. His dark side had come out to play. "Why didn't you die, Ymant? Hm? You're just a mudblood. And that's all you ever will be. In fact, I don't even know how much of you is Muggle and how much is wizard. How about the ratio of... 70-muggle and 30-wizard?" He smirked.
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Ymant Stalte
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Līv?mō
the seventh year mudblood. ;D
Posts: 97
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Post by Ymant Stalte on Apr 8, 2010 5:27:03 GMT -5
Refusing to let go, Ymant tightened the grip on the poor Latvian's collar. He grimaced and ignored the scream, frustration growing across his features.
When the other teenager mentioned his parentage, suggesting he should have died... His eyes went dark. With a deep frown, he trembled slightly, resisting the urge to wrap his hands around Raivis' neck instead. In his mind he had figured out the calculations a million times, able to figure out down to the exact percentage of ratio from his wizard blood to that awful muggle blood...
"Apklusti." He hissed in Latvian first, before shoving Raivis backwards, letting go of the boy. "Just shut up. At least I believe in the right ideals."
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Raivis Galante
Hufflepuff Student[/color]
Latvijas Republika
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Post by Raivis Galante on Apr 8, 2010 5:30:15 GMT -5
Raivis wouldn't let go, however, his teeth gritting, as he showed his ugliest and darkest face to his cousin. "What ideals, Ymant...? You're too weak to even think of changing the world. I had the chance to go into Slytherin, but I rejected it. Why do you think that is...?" He crawled closer, almost cooing at him. "Because I play my cards right, and I can avoid suspicion... always..."
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Ymant Stalte
Prefect[/color]
Līv?mō
the seventh year mudblood. ;D
Posts: 97
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Post by Ymant Stalte on Apr 8, 2010 5:42:31 GMT -5
"The ideals that the only people who deserve to be around is purebloods. Slytherin purebloods, not wannabe ones like you..." He grit his teeth, taking a step back as he tightened his fists. "...I'm pretty sure everyone knows you're a pathetic loser. Don't give me this you avoid suspicion garbage. Why don't you run back to your little Hufflepuff room?"
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Raivis Galante
Hufflepuff Student[/color]
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Post by Raivis Galante on Apr 8, 2010 5:53:36 GMT -5
Latvia got up, dusting himself off. He laughed hard at Ymant's explanation of his 'ideals'. "That's hilarious! Someone who's almost a Squib saying that only pureblood wizards should exist! And you know... I consider my being in Hufflepuff as an achievement. The Sorting Hat called me a wolf in sheep's clothing many moons ago... recently, I've found that I very much admire reading the works of Slytherin witches and wizards..." His eyes were completely glazed over and mad.
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Ymant Stalte
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Līv?mō
the seventh year mudblood. ;D
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Post by Ymant Stalte on Apr 8, 2010 5:57:21 GMT -5
"...I'm nowhere near a squib. Just shut your mouth, Raivis. Before I shut it for you." He regretted having protected the smaller boy from the owl just moments ago, figuring now that he should have just let it attack him. Crossing his arms over his chest, his lips were pulled into a tight line.
"You wouldn't have the guts to be a Slytherin, so don't go there."
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Raivis Galante
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Post by Raivis Galante on Apr 8, 2010 6:11:45 GMT -5
"Yes you are." Raivis giggled. "You're around two steps away from being a squib. In fact, you married a human woman, your children would be future Hogwarts caretakers. Even marrying a pureblood witch would make your children extremely weak..." He took a few more steps, invading his cousin's personal space. "Oh? No guts...? Then you don't consider my.. suh-suh-s...stuttering as acting?" He smirked.
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Ymant Stalte
Prefect[/color]
Līv?mō
the seventh year mudblood. ;D
Posts: 97
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Post by Ymant Stalte on Apr 9, 2010 8:10:12 GMT -5
The giggling slightly unnerved him. With a groan, Ymant looked away, his anger slightly boiling up inside of him. "...I would not be a squib. Never in my life would I even consider marrying a muggle. Nor would I ever fornicate with one. I'm not like you, blood actually means something to me."
He didn't believe that being pureblood actually meant anything to Raivis. Or even his other cousins, it felt like to him that purity only meant something to him. When Raivis began to stutter, he turned away, refusing to look back at him.
"I should have let that owl kill you." He hissed.
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Raivis Galante
Hufflepuff Student[/color]
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Post by Raivis Galante on Apr 25, 2010 12:42:37 GMT -5
A few deep breaths later, and Raivis was back to his shaking self.
"I'm s-s-s-sorry, I don't know what came over me..." He whimpered.
He felt as if he'd been possessed by something, but he knew he shouldn't use that as an excuse for his actions. But at present, it seemed like the only thing. "Pl-pl-please forgive me, Ymant... I d-d-didn't mean to b-be... n-n-nasty to you..."
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