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"No joy in monotony," Serena repeated. Mulciber was skeptical, of course; how could he not be, when the pureblooded society was the epitome of monotony? Her mother was the epitome of monotony. And she was doing her damn best to not become it as well. "Although," the blonde continued, "I do believe she was refering to her sex life more than anything else, as scarring of a thought it is." The typical high-society woman submitted to the bore that was her life, never questioning, always allowing her husband to run around doing whatever he pleased, while she sat home supervising house elves. Rosalie Rosier was no exception. Serena was desparate to avoid this life, and if following in her brother's footsteps meant a way out, then so be it. She'd do anything at this point; but laying all of her cards out this early in the game would ensure that she'd lose, and so Serena betrayed none of this to Mulciber.

'Head honco.' His phrasing left a lot to be desired, but she liked the sound of it. "Basically, yes. I'll be a tainted bride that no suitable husband wants to marry, a social outcast, if I did all of this myself. You must know your history, Mulciber: Queens never operate alone. I'd like you to think that this little...arrangement, could be beneficial to both of us. Name your price, money or otherwise. But you must know, if you decide not to cooperate, I've other ways of getting you to help me." Mulciber was absolutely terrified of her brother; everyone was, though Serena didn't like to admit her fear of her sibling. If she needed to use that small detail to her advantage, she would. "I'm sure Evan would love to hear the details of today. From this little chat alone, you've already insulted his mother, and displayed an interest in corrupting his baby sister, helping to ruin her forever to the prospect of marriage. I think that alone is grounds for him to come after you, is it not?" A smirk had settled on Serena's lips, and she didn't bother to try to hide it. "So, it's your choice. Name a price, or be forced to pay a terrible one."

An Education || Serena & Mulciber

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klarolinesalvaforbes:

Ruby 1.0 in Hogwarts ♦ SYLTHERIN

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[3/∞] Pictures of Katie Cassidy

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OWLs have been a bit of a damper

On my social life. While I am a firm believer in the unimportance of grades for a person of my social standing, I couldn't bear coming below in class ranks with people who are obviously far below me.

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I don't know,why would I be aware of your family's financials? Other than knowing you're not quite as important as you all wish you were. As for the vodka, thank you. But what's a drink without pleasant company such as yourself?

Drunk every night this week.

What do you take me for, a house elf? I’m willing to pay, if its money you want.

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What do you take me for, a house elf? I'm willing to pay, if its money you want.

Drunk every night this week.

C’mon, Carrow. My own stores are depleted, and I’d much rather go to you than that dreadful Hufflepuffs who has booze.

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C'mon, Carrow. My own stores are depleted, and I'd much rather go to you than that dreadful Hufflepuffs who has booze.

Drunk every night this week.

Don’t you think it’ll be more fun if you share?

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Don't you think it'll be a bit more fun if you share?

Drunk every night this week.

A new record!

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Snape's so good with them, I'm sure he can easily procure one for you. And I suppose normal students might be troubled with NEWTs and such, but you needn't worry. You're a Sytherin, and ar superior than most.

No, please, please, it can't be--

Ah, just take a potion, it’s much simpler. Stress? What could you be stressed about?

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Ah, just take a potion, it's much simpler. Stress? What could you be stressed about?

No, please, please, it can't be--

Then I suggest you go to the Hospital Wing to get yourself sorted out.

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I raise my flags, don my clothes It’s a revolution, I suppose We’ll paint it red to fit right in Whoa I’m breaking in, shaping up, then checking out on the prison bus This is it, the apocalypse [x]

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Then I suggest you go to the Hospital Wing to get yourself sorted out.

No, please, please, it can't be--

I can’t be getting sick!

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Oh Salazar, don't get me started on them. Honestly, why do they admit anyone who couldn't make the Slytherin cut?

Ugh, all this Christmas cheerfulness is annoying.

Figures that it’s all the Gryffindors and Mudbloods running it.

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Figures that it's all the Gryffindors and Mudbloods running it.

Ugh, all this Christmas cheerfulness is annoying.

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The truth can sometimes hurt, Amycus. What have you been up to lately?

I am good, aren't I?

At what? Coming up short compared to your sister?