OVERHEAD THE SKIES ARE CLEAR , [ZACH!]

[summer jade lacroix]

it's been so long now ,

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Two wooden bracelets jangled on her wrists, annoyingly. Summer Lacroix sighed. Why had she let Rachel goad her into buying them? She'd never know. She tore them off her wrists, stuffing them in her bag, never to probably see the light of day again. Summer smiled, looking at her now jelly-bangled wrists. Much more practical. The potion had been scrawled up on the board in spiky letters, with the NEWT Potion students being left pretty much to their own devices. It was a swelteringly hot day, at the start of September. Indian Summer, they might have called it, although they as a country technically weren't out of summer yet. The usually freezing Potions dungeon was melting, and Summer was sweating as she cut up various ingredients and dumped them into her cauldron, stirring occassionally. Her hair was frizzy and was sticking to her face.

She huffed and peeled a small lock away from her face, tucking it behind her ear. Much of the class was in the same state; the room was unbareably stuffy. Even the Professor was sitting with a handheld fan, obviously under the impression that the students didn't deserve to get some cold air, or the comfort of a cooling charm. Summer recalled Freddie Weasley trying to cast one earlier, only for his partner - Daisy, Summer thought, or maybe Lily - to become freezing. She'd told the whole class in a loud voice that carried. Needless to say, no-one had tried a cooling charm since, counting down the minutes until they were released.

Eventually, the bell rang, and Summer, like the rest of her class, sprinted outside. The air was cooler and it was refreshing; still boiling hot, but not nearly as hot as the classroom. Summer went straight to her dormitory. Potions was her last class of day, so she changed into normal clothes, not seeing the need to stay in her sticky robes much longer. The robes were bulky and heavy, obviously made for the brutal winters Northern Scotland so often seen. Actually, it was usually winter all year round. Nearly. The students weren't ready for this unpredicable, unforeseen hot weather. As soon as she got to the dorm, she checked the shower. Free. Resisting the urge to jump for joy at the prospect of a cooling cold shower, she picked out clothes to wear after she got out, refusing to wear the heavy black school robes. The shower cooled her down sufficantly, only now she came out freezing like she'd stepped out to Hogsmeade in December. She dried her hair, curling it gently. Her hair didn't look at it's best straight, and we'll not get into the time during the summer between fifth and sixth year, when Rachel dyed Summer's hair blonde. It hadn't gone over so well with everyone, despite Summer thinking she didn't look half bad. She quickly got dressed in summer clothes she'd never imagined she'd wear, grabbed some homework, and set off for the lake.

She liked to spend some time by the lake, just thinking. The homework was just a ruse, usually, something to be seen with, so she didn't look like a total idiot sitting there staring into space. She took a stroll down, slowly, savouring the warm weather she knew wouldn't last long. The warm summer air whipped at her face, lifting her brown hair off her shoulders. She was glad she'd picked up sunglasses, so she wouldn't be squinting into the sun all afternoon. They were real Ray-Ban sunglasses, brought back from Dubai where her uncle worked - he tended to get things designer in Dubai for much cheapness, which Summer loved. Of course, however, she always denied they were cheap. A Slytherin who was quite rich but loved bargins? They'd hang her to her death, probably. Something painful. Her trance was interrupted by a figure; someone was sitting in her usual spot. Summer had just flung herself around the tree, expecting it to be empty like it nearly always was. "Oh,"

[/color] Summer said, her lips forming a perfect 'o' shape. She pushed her sunglasses up so they were sitting on the top of her head to get a better look at the figure. A boy, it was, maybe sixth or seventh year. She didn't recognise him, so she didn't think he was in Slytherin. "Sorry, I didn't mean to intrude," she said, making to go.

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[zacharias james wickham]

HOLD YOUR BREATH, 'CAUSE IT'S ALL YOU GET...

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Ugh, god. The sound of the History of Magic Professor's voice was beginning to get to him. Zacharias, a bronze-haired charmer, sat at his desk, his eyes fluttering almost closed, bored out of his mind. Not only was the subjects boring, the teacher's voice could put you to sleep. And, not in the sense that a mother's voice lulls a child to sleep. This was like a voice that just bored you so much that you fell over your desk, onto the floor. His hazy green eyes settled on the Professor, watching him underline certain words on the black board. Zacharias tried to pay attention, but his mind just wasn't into it. Right now, it was fried. Zacharias' eyes shifted to the clock on the far leftward wall. There was only three minutes left in the class. Good. Zacharias watched the clock, his fingers clawing the desk slowly as the clock hands seemed to move in slow motion. He couldn't believe this. The once orphan looked at the Professor again, his voice putting Zacharias completely to sleep. Zacharias' head laid on his desk, a content look on his face as he slept on his desk. Maybe now time would go by quicker. Though, with Zacharias' luck, or what he thought was misfortune, he'd only sleep for thirty seconds.

RING! Zacharias jumped up in surprise, the students looking at him. After a few seconds, the bell rang, the other students rolling their eyes at him and walking down the many steps that led to the main floor of the room. The desks were on cascading platforms. Shaking his head, Zacharias grabbed his black messenger bag. Technically, you were supposed to carry your books by yourself, but Zacharias didn't exactly follow the rules. Slinging the strap across his torso, the bronze-haired Gryffindor glided down the cascading platforms, running at top speed to the door, out into the busy corridor. That was his last class of the day, thankfully. Zacharias' greyish green eyes darted to the edge of the corridor, which was an archway that led to the Great Staircase. The wealthy boy quickly made his way to the platform of the staircase, gliding down the many steps, his footwork fluid and smooth. It took no time at all to get down all the steps, especially since he played quidditch. Sure, it wasn't official yet, but he did practice it all the time. Fluid movements were part of the sport, and swimming in lakes and pools definitely made your movements fluid, and slower while you were submerged.

The Entrance Hall was as dazzling as ever. The ceiling was incredibly high, and there was a gold tint to the room, which made it look all the more magical. Even though he'd been here for five years prior to this, he was still amazed with the castle. It was one of the many wonders he'd ever seen. If muggles had seen it, Hogwarts would definitely be an eighth wonder of the world, but it would also be infested with humans, and the magical world would have a huge problem. Not even the Ministry of Magic could clean that mess up. Unless they managed to obliviate the minds of all the muggles, which was highly unlikely. The bronze haired boy was at the door before he knew it, lost in thought as he pushed the double doors open, submerging himself into the grounds of Hogwarts, his favorite place to be. He had only one subject to do homework for, and that pleased him greatly. The toned boy jogged to the oak tree near the lake, sitting down with his back against the bark. Exhaling deeply, Zacharias took out a quill and a piece of parchment, starting to write an essay on vampires and werewolves, their differences, weaknesses, and origins. It was a pretty interesting subject, actually. The green eyed boy wrote fluidly, and quite neatly, which was suprising, since most guys had sloppy handwriting, their words hardly legible. About twenty minutes later, he'd written his last sentence, when he heard a voice. Zacharias looked up, taken aback by a beautiful girl standing before him. He scanned her face, a content look on his face, his foggy eyes trailing down her blue and white striped top, then going down, finding that she was wearing a mini skirt. He was definitely checking her out, even if he didn't mean to. He couldn't help it; mini-skirts were a weakness of his, when girls wore them. His eyes trailed down her legs, and to her feet, then back to her face again.

"Oh, hey--that's alright. I've just finished.", he told her with one of his patented charming grins. He stood up and swung his messenger bag further on the lawn, stretching his arms in the air, his shirt rising just faintly above his lower stomach. She didn't have her robes on, so he didn't know what house she was in, but he had his on, and it had a Gryffindor Crest. Actually, the thick robe was making him a little too hot for comfort. He took it off, revealing his normal clothing. He looked her over again, a smirk remaining on his face as he glanced at her.

o u t f i t !

[summer jade lacroix]

it's been so long now ,

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Summer was well used to prejudice. It was something she'd grown up with, living all her life against. Yes, you heard right, against. Summer's father, Edward, was a Death Eater. He'd fought by Voldemort's side since his late teens, seeing battles such as The Battle (of Harry's Sixth Year), and the Battle of Hogwarts where Voldemort was destroyed forever. He managed, somehow, to escape that battle with only a few cuts and bruises, his main injury a broken arm. Others, Death Eaters and friends he'd made within Voldemort's Inner Circle were either killed or sent to Azakban without trial that night. Edward was incredibly lucky to have made it out unscathed, and went home to his girlfriend, Annabelle, who was sympathetic towards him. Of course, Edward had been in Slytherin, but Annabelle had been in Hufflepuff, but was pure-blood. Edward's family had barely let him off with such a marriage, but since Annabelle had relatives in Slytherin and was pure they deemed it okay. However, Annabelle's family disowned their daughter, mortified she was to marry a Death Eater. Annabelle didn't really care, she loved Edward too much to let him go.

Their first born was Summer Jade, a little girl. Obviously. Born August 31st, 2004, Edward proclaimed this joyous. This, apparently, had been the day Voldemort had made begun to make his return to power in 1994, so Edward thought it was some kind of prophecy, that his daughter had been born on the same day ten years later. He dedicated the rest of his life to it, it became somewhat of an obsession; he was convinced his daughter was going to help Voldemort rise again. He taught Summer dark arts from an early age, telling her the tale of the beastly Harry Potter and how he'd destroyed the one person who could make their lives better - Voldemort. She was brought up on the wrong side of the tracks. Like many Death Eaters, Edward worked in the Ministry of Magic by day, in the magical Law Enforcement, and by night was a committed Death Eater. This double life was hard for him, and his family, but in Edward's eyes it was worth it, Voldemort was the bee-all-and-end-all. Annabelle was finding it increasingly difficult, and pretended not to know of Edward's nighttime activites.

Summer grew up and her brother, Tristan, was born when Summer was a year and a half. He, too, was inducted into the Dark way of life from the get-go. A strict regime of darkness. Summer was bound and determined to be a Death Eater, as was Tristan, it seemed. They had no choice, no say, neither did Annabelle. She wanted more for her children, but Edward was too strong and Annabelle ... she just went along with it, sweet, unassuming little Anna, never brave enough to say anything to her husband. But, luckily, she didn't have too. When Summer was six, her father was killed by Aurors in a battle with them. Annabelle had been devestated but also glad; she'd just lost the love of her life, but now her children got the chance to be children rather than Death Eaters. So Annabelle had made a resoultion to bring her children up to be openminded, to have choices, that the Dark Arts wasn't the only way in. And that's how Summer was brought up. She barely remembers or thinks about her father, and doesn't care.

Summer hates the typical Slytherin stereotype; mainly because she isn't it. At all. She doesn't get pureblood superiority, or house superiority, or any superiority for that matter. In her eyes, we're all equal, no matter what house or blood we have. It made for some tensions between hers and other members of her house, as Summer was sorted into Slytherin, mainly because of her cunning and her sarcasm - it had debated on putting her in Ravenclaw because of her brain. Needless to say, she's not friends with many in her house, but has got plently of friends in others. When this boy standing in front of her went to go away, Summer rolled her eyes. A minute ago, however, she'd been taken aback by his scrunity; he'd definitely been looking her up and down, and Summer didn't know if that was a good thing, or not. Whether he was checking her out or sizing her up for duel. Who knows? During the time he'd been speaking, she'd clocked his Gryffindor badge on the front of his robes, which he was still wearing. She'd also clocked the fact that he was a pretty good-looking guy; he had a mass of bronze coloured hair, and a very chisled face. And now he was undressing in front of her. She became so absorbed in looking at his face, she didn't realise he'd stopped speaking, and was making to go. Summer did what she did best - sarcasm. "That's right, run away. Like all little Gryffindors do in the sight of a big, scary Slytherin,"

[/color] she said, pointing in the direction of the castle. The words seemed a little more threatening than they might have been with Summer's thick Scottish accent. "You're all the same. Scared of Slytherins, are you? Treat us like Merlin. 'Here, have your seat, I'm finished!' Pathetic,"[/color] Summer rolled her eyes, evidently imitating what he said earlier, only putting on a pathetically high-pitched voice instead of the boys low one.

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[zacharias james wickham]

HOLD YOUR BREATH, 'CAUSE IT'S ALL YOU GET...

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Zacharias' now emerald green eyes looked over the girl, the sun hitting her face perfectly. She truly looked like an angel standing there. The bronze-haired charmer grinned at her, not expecting what would happen next. He'd simply offered his seat, and she had some sarcasm to unleash upon him. That's right, run away. Like all little Gryffindors do in the sight of a big, scary Slytherin. Zacharias looked at her sternly, trying to figure out what the hell was wrong with the girl. His eyes followed hers as they darted to the Hogwarts Castle. The castle was quite busy, the boy able to hear the sound of students even from the lakeside. Furrowing his brows, his attention drew back to the girl. You're all the same. Scared of Slytherins, are you? Treat us like Merlin. 'Here, have your seat, I'm finished!' Pathetic. Any other person would have been fuming, but Zacharias simply looked at her, a patented Zacharias Wickham brow furrow playing. He shifted his lips into a smirk, tilting his head to the right side, his smirk slowly turning into a grin. She was expecting him to get all mad, and it wouldn't work. Zacharias was just as sarcastic as the girl was. It was his trademark trait. "Why the hell would I be scared of you--you, who looks like a Bella Swan knockoff.", Zacharias said with a devlish grin. "Besides, How did I know you were a Slytherin, smartass?", his grin widened, "You don't have your robes on.", he smirked, loving to catch people in their mistakes. He took off his robes, revealing his rather close-fitting shirt. He threw his robe into the air, quickly flicking his wand, making it fly into the small window of the Gryffindor Boys Dormitory. It was way too hot to be wearing that.

His gaze shifted back to the brunette, his grin slowly shrinking to a smirk. His emerald eyes darted up and down the girls frame, then to the ground, where they followed a trail of crushed grass, to the lake. His eyes shined even brighter as he looked into the water. The girl shifting her position caused him to look at her once more. He had excellent hearing, and he had a knack for knowing when some had drew close to him. Zacharias put a hand through his bronze locks, his eyes leering at the girl, the smirk never fading from his face. "The whole house thing is rubbish.", Zacharias said in a firm tone. He really didn't understand this house rivalry. Why did they have to compete anywhere outside of Quidditch? It was like high school and cliques. There were the rich kids, the populars, the jocks, which were all interconnected, but then there were the lower cliques, like the artists, musicians, and outcasts. There were a million cliques, and most of them were self-given. It was really ridiculous, and just an excuse to exclude people, and alienate them. Zacharias seemed to be lost in thought as he looked at the girl. Why was he even standing, talking to this girl? He would have left, but she was much too pretty to kiss off, and he had too much pride to admit defeat. He sat down at the tree, a little to the right so the girl would have room to sit against the tree if she wished. Whether or not she did or not, mattered not to Zacharias.

o u t f i t !

[summer jade lacroix]

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Summer because aware that he was staring at her, and she became not uncomfortable, as such, as she didn't mind the attention from him; more, mystified, as to why he was staring at her. Her right hand came up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, only to come into contact with fresh air - her sunglasses were acting like a hairband, pulling her hair loosely off her face. As she spoke, she was aware of him grinning, them sternly looking at if as if she'd just annouced she was to tango with the Giant Squid at the next ball as the opening act. Then, a smirk graced his lips, before the grin made a return. Summer was a little thrown. Usually, by now, they'd have been running to the hills, or at the very least be extremely angry with her. Slytherins? They hex now, think later. Or usually they do. This boy didn't seem to do that. Instead, he looked calm, amused even. This was not Summer's usual territory, not how they usually reacted, and it made her uneasy. She relied on them being scared, if not angry. To whip out their wand and expect to hex her to a week on Tuesday, only to find themselves at the recieving end of Summer's hex; she was much faster and much brighter than the opponent, so she took a second quicker to react. Never crossed her path again, they didn't. At least usually. 'Why the hell would I be scared of you--you, who looks like a Bella Swan knockoff,' the boy said, still smirking. Summer was even more taken aback. Sarcasm? That was hers to give, not hers to take. She didn't take sarcasm lightly. It was her thing - who was he to sling it back at her? Summer placed her books and bag down on the grassy ground. She wasn't going anywhere not, not least without a fight. She crossed her arms over her chest, smirking as well. This was war. "Because. I bet you I could hex you into oblivion without even exterting any energy whatsoever. And Bella Swan? Who? Must be a figment of your imagination, Gryffindor. Dream about me often?"

[/color] she said, tongue trapped between her teeth as she smiled, her teeth glinting slightly in the light.

The last word took a while to trap itself in Summer's mind. "Knockoff? Who the hell gave you the right to call me a knockoff?" she said, getting angry. Somehow, this boy was getting under her skin. That was unheard of, in Summer's book. She was very good at keeping herself to herself. She was a little bit ashamed of her father, not that she'd tell anyone, and no-one knew. She kept her emotions buried down deep, and only her sarcasm and wit on the surface. It was her weapon, her arsenal, when wands were not allowed. The way in which she handled situations. Not handed in homework? Sarcastic comment. Caught in the corridors at night? Sarcastic comment. Bust up with friends? Sarcastic comment. See a pattern? Some got exhausted with Summer's continual sarcasm, but that was only because they didn't know her. Her true friends, like Rachel, saw the truly funny and witty side of her, when she didn't have any guards up for anything; just because she didn't need to. The boy was speaking again. 'Besides, How did I know you were a Slytherin, smartass? You don't have your robes on.' Smartass? Honestly, talking about himself, obviously, Summer thought. "Surely you know who I am?"[/color] Summer said, of course sarcastically, clapping a hand of her chest in mock surprise, as if offended by the very fact that he didn't know who she was. She was caught again, when he started taking more of his clothes off. Was he trying to seduce her? Whatever he was doing, it was working. Not that Summer was going to tell him that.

The boy was, she had to admit, exceptionally good-looking. Gorgeous even. He was now running his hand through his hair, throwing it into adorable disarray. It took all of Summer's strength not to start flirting with him. Most Slytherins wouldn't have because he was a Gryffindor, but Summer didn't care about that. She didn't like houses differences, she didn't understand them. She purely didn't do it because this boy obviously was just as sarcastic as her, and that would be like letting him win. 'The whole house thing is rubbish.' the boy said, and Summer's eyes snapped up immediately from their position on the grass to his face - he looked sincere, even though he was smirking. Summer nodded. "Yes, yes they are complete and utter garbage,"[/color] she said, her sincerity showing through her face. She wasn't being sarcastic, now. She was letting her guard down and she couldn't help it; it was like he was forcing it down, only Summer wasn't resisting. There was a silence for a few moments, and the boy sat down against the tree, so there was room for Summer to sit as well. Summer sat down slowly, not against the tree, but on the grass, so she was facing him rather than sitting beside him. Why she was sitting her talking to the Gryffindor, she had no idea. Something about him captivated her, and he was like a book she couldn't put down. "I'm Summer,"[/color] she muttered, for something to say. She gave him a sarcastic little half wave, as if introducing herself for the first time.
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[zacharias james wickham]

HOLD YOUR BREATH, 'CAUSE IT'S ALL YOU GET...

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Because. I bet you I could hex you into oblivion without even exterting any energy whatsoever. And Bella Swan? Who? Must be a figment of your imagination, Gryffindor. Dream about me often? Zacharias looked at her as he sat down against the tree, his left eyebrow arched as she threatened him, not that he took it as a threat. It was a little odd that she didn't know who Bella Swan was. Every girl he ever knew loved the book Bella Swan was in. Twilight seemed to be quite a book, and quite a set of movies. He was told often that he looked like Edward, a fact which he resented. But he had to admit, they did have extreme similarities. Pushing those thoughts away, his mind concentrated on her threats, and then her question, a grin forming on his face once again. "If you wanted to hex me, you wouldn't have waited so long--you would have done it. And what, do you want me to dream about you?", the grin stayed on his face as he looked her over once more. He was sure he could dream of her later on tonight, it wouldn't be hard if he just thought about her before he went to sleep. It worked everytime. Zacharias sat against the tree, hearing her ask him something once again. It seemed he got to her.

Knockoff? Who the hell gave you the right to call me a knockoff? Surely you know who I am? Zacharias' eyebrows furrowed once again, amused by her annoyance, and slight dramatic acting. "I don't ask for rights to give an insult, I just do it.", he smirked at her. It was the truth, though, he didn't care what people did or thought about the remark, he'd say what he thought of you whether you liked it or not. According to him, you'll take the insult and you'll like it. You had no choice. He wouldn't take it back unless you gave him a reason to, and that didn't mean threaten him, because he wouldn't back down. He was stubborn and blunt in that way. Zacharias watched her put her hand over her chest, acting like a drama queen, his eyebrows still furrowed. It was a look that he kept on his face often. "Should I know who you are? I highly doubt you're some kind of important person in the world.", he smirked and looked over the lake as he sat against that big oak tree. The day was so beautiful, and was made more beautiful by the girl before him, and their sarcasm war. It was fun.

Yes, yes they are complete and utter garbage. I'm Summer. Finally, someone agreed with him. His friends were so into the house competition that they totally excluded other houses from their activites. It wasn't a friendly rivalry anymore. It's like the houses were at war with each other. Just like many wars in the past, it only resulted in pain, and it was pointless. It never solved anything. Both sides always went back to their old ways. "About time someone agreed with me on that one. My friends couldn't live without the house rivalry. If they seen me talk to a Slytherin, they'd go ape-shit.", he chuckled a bit carelessly, showing he really didn't care about houses. "I'm Zacharias.", he told her, watching as she sat down, a genuine smile on his face. Every look he gave seemed to be charming, but he couldn't control it. "You know, you're the only person I know who can keep up with my sarcasm. I like that in a girl..."

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[summer jade lacroix]

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Summer glared at the boy, as he said, 'If you wanted to hex me, you wouldn't have waited so long--you would have done it. And what, do you want me to dream about you?' Her answer, deep down inside, screamed yes. She was shocked at herself. Why was she being attracted to this boy so much? What made his so special? Maybe it was his quick-witted sarcasm rarely seen outside of Summer herself, or maybe it was his complete and utter gorgeousness. He seemed to emminate it, from every available pore. She was still pondering the Bella Swan question, as well. Who was she, and why was she expected to know her? Making a resolve to go and look her up on some computer later, she turned back to the boy. Probably some muggle thing anyway, that Summer wouldn't know about. She wasn't being a pureblooded manaic, or anything, it's just that she was brought up listening to the Weird Sisters rather the Girls Aloud, and reading Martin the Muggle instead of Twilight. It just wasn't something included in her childhood, mainly thanks to her dad. If he'd caught her reading/listening to/enjoying anything muggle, it was a high chance he'd crucio her. He'd done it before, way back in the past. His way of keeping control over his kids. Summer didn't remember, but there were periods of time - or events in her childhood - that all she could remember was unbareable pain. Over and over and over again.

"Don't be such a hippogriff,"

[/color] Summer said, rolling her eyes. "As if I spend my time dreaming about wanting Gryffindors to dream about me. Preposterous,"[/color] she concluded, shaking her head at her inner thoughts that screamed what she'd said in sarcasm was true. Because it was. She did, now that she'd met him, want him to dream about her. 'I don't ask for rights to give an insult, I just do it,' was his next comment, that infuriable, sexy smirk back on his face again. Summer was ready to scream, she really was, purely because if she looked into the Mirror of Erised at this presice moment, then all she would see would be herself kissing that stupid godforsaken smirk of his face. She pulled a hank of grass out of her ground in her fustration, and looked at it, shocked; she must have been playing with it unintentionally while trying to sort out her chaotic thoughts. She looked up at the boy. "Maybe you should ask. It's only polite, you know,[/color] Summer stuttered, twirling some grass between her fingers, the grass matching her eyes in colour. She cursed herself for the lame comeback. Come, Lacroix, you're the sarcasm queen of Slytherin. Act like it! Instead of crumbling to the ground at his knees. 'Should I know who you are? I hardly doubt your some kind of important person in the world' was his next comment, and Summer smirked. "Neither are you, but here you are, sitting, talking and acting like you're Merlin,"[/color] she said, still smirking away.

'About time someone agreed with me on that one. My friends couldn't live without the house rivalry. If they seen me talk to a Slytherin, they'd go ape-shit. I'm Zacharias.' Summer stopped fiddling with the daisy she seemed intent on picking to death and looked up at him. His hair seemed to glint in the summer sun, and it made him look more like a greek god than any living mortal had a right to. Summer laughed at his comment. "Your friends would go ape-shit? What would my friends do, if they saw me talking to a Gryffindor without hexing him? Crucify me?" Summer said it as a joke, but then stopped, chewing on her lip. "Actually, I wouldn't put it past them,"[/color] she said after a moment, knowing how into house and blood rivalry some of her fellow Slytherins were. Alix Jesslow came to mind. Some of them would kill, they were so into it all. Summer found it a horrible, twisted, sickening joke, all this rivalry. There was simply no need for it, if everyone could see that wizards are all the same, no matter what blood you are. "Zachrus? Right, I can't pronounce that, so I'mma call you Zach,"[/color] Summer said, firmly. She was an exceptionally bright student, but she was shit at pronouncing names. She had a tendency to shorten everyone's names as well, and didn't know how to pronounce her own second name, Lacroix, until she was about ten or eleven, and even then it was La-croy-ickz. 'You know, you're the only person I know who can keep up with my sarcasm. I like that in a girl...' Zach said, and Summer inwardly glowed, but battled to maintain proper composure on the surface, and won. "You're the only one who can keep up with my sarcasm, as well, y'know,"[/color] Summer said. "I like that in a boy. Since every other goes running either when they seem my house badge or I open my mouth ..." she trailed off, plucking a daisy from the grasses and twirling it around her fingers.
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