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Lydia Levnot

"There is more than meets the eye"

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a character in “Love is a Battlefeild”, originally authored by The Toxic Cereus, as played by RolePlayGateway

Description

Lydia Levnot
"Stars got tangled in her hair whenever she played in the sky" -Unknown-

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NAME
Lydia Ophelia Levnot

NICKNAMES
Lyd [Neutral]
Ophy [Hates]


AGE
20

BIRTHDAY & ZODIAC
September 7th - ♍

GENDER
Female

SEXUALITY & MARTIAL STATUS
Heterosexual and Single

DIALOGUE COLOR
D9828B
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APPEARANCE


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HAIR
Lydia has dark brown hair. Many would like to argue it's black however. The layered hair cut she has goes down past her shoulders, and cut straight bangs rest on her forehead. Though she often side sweeps them when she gets annoyed of the hair. Her hair almost has a purple hue to it when hit with the sun, she blames the darker colors.

EYES
The witch has deep green eyes, the same as a dark moss. Mystery is the only thing that radiates from her glance, and it always looks like she knows something you don't.

SKIN
She was blessed with milky skin that is soft to the touch. Freckles are scattered around her skin, and around the bridge of her nose. Though they're rather light in intensity.

HEIGHT & WEIGHT
5'2 / 108

ETHNICITY
English / Celtic

MISC
Lydia doesn't have any markings scarring her skin. She has a few tattoos. On on the side of her breast, a symbol of direction on her right wrist, a geometric circle on her back, and a tattoo on each foot. Aside from her tattoos, she has symmetrical ear piercingson each side and a nose ring.
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PERSONALITY


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XXXOrganized✦ Clever✧Serious✦ Analytical✧ Natural Leader
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She wasn't always this way, as her brother likes to remind her. When she was younger she was carefree - happy. She lived life like any kid did. That was all until she turned 14 and the signs of becoming the next supreme surfaced. Her Mother change her demeanor towards her, and started molding the girl for supposed greatness.

That greatness meant pulling Lydia away from the things she used to love doing. It meant practice honing her powers from sunrise to sunset. It meant becoming serious, and learning the roles of a leader. She was put to the test by her Mother constantly. Actions out of line resulted in disciplinary action.

Lydia is now a girl that has her self in check. In her room, everything has a spot. She makes a list in the morning of objectives to complete, she keeps things clean and proper. She developed a serious demeanor towards her responsibilities and life in general, making it hard for her to do anything for herself, or relax.
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DETAILS

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LIKES
Completing Goals- It's fulfilling to check something off her list, or even accomplishing anything in general
Witchcraft- Some hate witchcraft, others love it. Lydia can't imagine life without it
Stargazing- With magic being real, the universe is a window into the unknown. She finds it beautiful and often stays up to see the stars
Buddhist Living- Lydia isn't a Buddhist herself, but she likes the culture. She collects small Buddha figurines and reads things of the following


DISLIKES
Being Late- Lydia is a punctual kind of girl. Being late ticks her off
Failing- Her expectations are high for herself. No exceeding hurts
Funerals- Death is something she strays from. Lydia has always had trouble going to the gathering of mourning, and she hates doing it. It's a loss
The Power-hungry- Unlike many she isn't driven by power, but by knowledge
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STRENGTHS
Potion Making- She's always had a natural knack for herbalism and alchemy
Witchcraft- Being the next in line as the supreme of her coven, it's only expected
Quick Thinker- Thinking on her feet is important when you're constantly faced with tough situations. It doesn't take her long to think of a solution
Perceptive- Little things being out of place, or even a missing paper. She's bound to pick up on it


FLAWS
Letting Go- Her past is something she has a hard time coming to terms with, as well if people wrong her
Guarded- Lydia keeps herself under lock and key, scared to show vulnerability to anyone
Stressed Easily- Despite her rank, she still gets stressed. This leads to headaches, which can lead to her snapping
Strength- Being scrawny, and not that worried about it, she isn't terribly strong


QUIRKS
Makes Lists- To get through her day, she makes a list of things that need to be done when she wakes. She checks it off overtime, and keeps them all in a small box
Dark Rooms- Her room light will never be on. Maybe her lamp, but she prefers the dark in her own room
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HISTORY


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THEME SONG


Shimmer| Fuel
She calls me from the cold
Just when I was low, feeling short of stable
And all that she intends
And all she keeps inside, isn't on the label
She says she's ashamed
And can she take me for awhile?
And can I be a friend, we'll forget the past
But maybe I'm not able
And I break at the bend

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We're here and now, but will we ever be again
'Cause I have found
All that shimmers in this world is sure to fade
Away again

She dreams a champagne dream
Strawberry surprise, pink linen and white paper
Lavender and cream
Fields of butterflies, reality escapes her
She says that love is for fools who fall behind
And I'm somewhere in between
I never really know
A killer from a savior
'Til I break at the bend

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It's too far away for me to hold
It's too far away...
Guess I'll let it go



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Character Sheet By : The Toxic Cereus
Inspired By : AmeliaIsGhostly
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Lydia Levnot's Story

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The music was obnoxiously loud, surprisingly enough though it wasn’t the typical mindless rap that played at usual college parties. This music was melodic and eerie. Leona as usual was high off of whatever she'd been given. She never asked, she always just took drugs. Which was bound to kill her one day. Not to mention it was dangerous if her powers got out of hand, because the people at this party aside from Maxtyn and her brother were all humans. Filthy, fucking humans is how Leona and her brother liked to refer to them. However, the one thing that the humans did have going for them is they could throw a killer party.

Lea should be home, like her parents were convinced she was. Her parents seemed to think that Leona was innocent and perfect, while her brother Edmund was the screw up, it was how their family had always been. Leona was curenttly topless in a lacy black bra, a black and purple plaid mini skirt. Her fishnets were stylishly ripped, her expensive Demonia boots completing her outfit. She sat on the couch, making out with a pretty petite blonde for the entertainment of the drunk guys around them. A forgotten cigarette continued to burn between her fingers.

It wasn't until someone grabbed her upper arms and violently ripped her up from the couch and away from the girls lips that she remembered her cigarette and casually took a drag off of it as she stood now looking bored into the eyes of her gaurdian, Maxtyn who was glaring daggers back at her. She smirked wickedly as he started to drag her through the party until they were outside, he continued to pull her around the side of the house, until they were out of earshot from anyone else. He shoved her against the side of the house, roughly causing her to wince more out of instinct then pain.

"What the hell are you doing Leona, you’re making a God damn fool out of yourself." he spat harshly and she just rolled her eyes. She tried to walk away but he only grabbed her and pinned her against the side of the house with his body against hers. She took a final drag off her cigarette before flicking it away. "We're going home." he ordered.

She grabbed a fistful on his shirt then, pulling his lips to hers and kissing him hard. She was always play these fucked up head games with him, because she knew he had feeling for her. "No were not." she breathed against his lips a wicked smirk against his lip. "I don't take orders from mutts." she spat cruelly. Max grabbed her roughly by her upper arm, his eyes scolding her and she rolled her eyes lifting her cigarette to her lips casually.

“Leona, please. Let’s go.” He practically growled. She disrespectfully lend forward, blowing a cloud of smoke into his face a wickedly dark smirk on her lips as thunder rolled in the distance, clearly caused by her emotions although no one aside from Edmund and Max would know.

“Go. Fuck. Yourself.” She spat before shoving him away roughly and taking off back inside, disappearing in the crowed of drunken humans. She blended easily and she had every intent to find some guy willing to take her home just to piss off Maxtyn.
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Collage parties weren’t exactly Edmund’s favorite place, he’d only followed his sister there to keep her out of trouble. That sounded like a joke if you knew anything at all about Edmund Wickham. He was self-absorbed, dangerous, dishonest, and sometimes his thoughts were dangerously dark. However, his sister although to most didn’t seem so was just as bad, if not worse. He loved her and often times when Max couldn’t control her he was forced to step in.

Edmund was mostly dangerous because he couldn’t control his powers, unlike his sister who could control her powers too well. When there sister Lucy had died it had effected their family badly. He had lost control of his temper, which in turn had made him loose control of his powers. He tended to stick to the small group of friend he had that usually were out in the middle of nowhere having a bon-fire and getting fucked up until they passed out.

He however, was not. He was just rolling off some girl who had been far too easy. Sex was one of his many addictions. He pulled his jeans on, buttoning them back up. He could feel the girls presence behind him like something filthy and it made his skin crawl, he hated demeaning himself to fucking human women, but he couldn’t quite stop himself. Her fingertips started to trace the lines of his tattoo between his shoulder blades on his back.

“It’s odd. What’s it mean?” she asked curiously in her high pitched tone, just the sound of her voice was irritating to the male witch. “It’s kind of stupid.” She breathed and he scoffed rolling his eyes. He turned then facing her, he let his eyes run over her shamelessly.

“Like you?” he said holding her eyes. “Your pretty bold sweetheart.” He wanted so badly to hurt her and he could feel his temper starting to control his thoughts, he quickly slipped his shirt on over his head though before slipping out of the bedroom they’d been using and out into the party once more. He made his way into the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of Vodka before slipping out into the back yard.

He sat down in one of the chairs that was sitting around a small bon-fire as he lit himself a cigarette. Across the from him, he noticed a beautiful girl, a girl he despised. However she seemed compelling as the dancing flames lit her, she was with others. He lend forward, his eyes on her as he pressed the cigarette to his lips, taking a long drag off of it. “Levnot.” He spoke under his breath, like the word itself was dirty. Sure enough Lydia Levnot was sitting across from him, yet as much as he hated her and her family, he made no attempt to move.
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The music rang in her ears. She hadn't wanted to come in the first place. Parties weren't her kind of gig. She'd rather have a smaller get together with her coven members, playing cards and drinking. But she was here, pulled along by her very different brother. While her brother enjoyed this, she didn't. Truthfully she was probably only brought along because ‘A: he thought she was being a crude or B: he needed an excuse to leave the party early. Often was Lydia the responsible one. Being the next Coven leader – she had to be. It wasn’t the original plan, but when Jesse hadn’t developed the signs and she did, she became the game changer for the family.

A few members of her coven were at the party as well. Lydia kept an eye out for them as well. Anyone could be there after all. Her initial arrival to the party she hung in the back of the room. When guys wouldn't leave her alone, and she had to begin slapping and elbowing a few of them, she made a break for outside. Maybe she was a crude. To drunk men at least. Unlike many of the females at the party, Lydia seemed to have standards. She wasn't a girl for a one night stand. There had been times she'd broken that rule, but it was rare. Typically only happening when she needed the quick stress relief.

She took a seat in the expandable camp chairs, taking a beer from the cooler. She popped open the bottle cap with ease, using her abilities to cheat slightly. Being a witch was something she loved. There was so much more than herself. There were her abilities. Which in her coven, were unmatchable - excluding her own Mother of course. The supreme often put Lydia in her place when she felt she was getting cocky. The bruises around her body and lashes on her back that have long faded a clear sign of the harsh discipline.

Yelling tore her from her mindless thoughts as she stared into the fire. Fire always being something she found intriguing, the way the flames danced like no one was watching. She looked around and saw nothing, across from her she did see a sight she had hoped to avoid. The notorious Edmund Wickham. Famous for taking girls to his bedroom, and the girls leaving without him. His temper also had him well known. Perhaps the biggest reason of all for the fame being the rivalry of Covens. Since the beginning it had been this way. Both houses taught to hate one another. The initial fight of the houses was past forgotten, but the grudge remained. She avoided his gaze and turned her head when someone tapped her shoulder. Ryan, a younger coven member.
"Ms...Ms.Levnot, there's a fight. Your brother, he's beating the shit out of someone" he spoke quickly, and Lydia tipped over her chair as she got up, leaving her beer in the drink slot.

For being 5'2, she arrived rather quickly. A circle enveloped around the two boys. Jesse being on top of some dark haired guy, punches going straight into the guys face. The man on the ground struggled to protect himself, and Jesse was cursing at him at each throw. Lydia pushed her way through the crowd to the two, and grabbed the back of Jesse's shirt. A punch was about to go her way until Jesse realized who it was.

A punch then hit him in the jaw, and it was moments before Jesse beat the guy back into the ground. Jesse grabbed Lydia roughly once he turned his back to the guy on the ground, moving her to the fence where he cornered her. Lydia however, wasn't fazed.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" he spat in her face, obviously enraged, and slightly drunk. She whipped her hand out of his grasp and looked him dead in his eyes.
"Getting you out of trouble, as typical" her response made him narrow his eyes. "I had it handled Lydia" he said, his voice rising much louder than hers.
"Ah yes. Because beating a guy into the ground and drawing a crowd is handling it. Grow the fuck up" she growled, soon a pain was in her stomach in which he punched.
"Who the hell do you think you are, miss high and mighty. I'm still your older brother" he whispered near her ear, and Lydia had had enough. She raised her knee straight into his crotch, when he doubled over she kicked him once more. "Check yourself Jesse. Find your own ride home too" Lydia walked away enraged by her brother's behavior, and going back to her spot on the fire she saw Ryan sitting in her chair, drinking her beer. He scrambled up when he spotted her, apologizing and running of to get her a new one.

Lydia sat back down, putting her head into her hands in a vain attempt to calm her raging headache.



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After receiving a call from a friend about the party, he just had to go. Jesse never got the change to go to college. Being a witch prevented that possibility. Both he and Lydia had their high school degree, but their lives now steered far from the social normality. That was what sparked his initial curiosity. Jesse had her famous stories about notorious house college parties. About cops being called, about the women, about the keg stands. He didn't want to hear stories any longer about such an event, he wanted to experience it.

When the phone with his friend was hung up, he immediately texted Lydia. Convincing the girl it'd be good for the people of the Coven to get out and live a little. Typically many were high strung from the pressure their so called "gift" had. Being a witch wasn't without it's cons. The fear of being caught or discovered weighed on all their shoulders. Those that couldn't at least control their abilities were the ones the coven feared the most.

Jesse wasn't the strongest witch by far, but he could control his powers. Strong emotions made such a thing harder but typically he was alright. Instead of the magic, he had the brawn. Luckily, he had something at all. He was the one that was meant to lead the Coven, and he remembered the disappointment on his Mother's face when he didn't exhibit any signs of it. When Lydia did, she was focused upon in the Coven, becoming revered to a point. He despised that side of her. Jesse remembered his sister before they found out, it was much easier then. They were equals, and now he had to ask her permission for things.

Lydia had driven them to the party after much debate. Apparently she didn't trust Jesse to drive as he was going to get wasted. His sister wasn't wrong. He'd had a few too many drinks. While sober he was a nicer guy, drinking brought out the contained beast within. All the hate, all the anger, all the sadness surfaced forward with each sip of liquid. He was too far gone by the time he realized his change in behavior. Now it simply was, and there wasn't going to be a stopping it until the morning after.

So when a guy bumped straight into him, spilling his drink on Jesse - he wasn't having it. It started with the yelling of dirty names, and then threats. Before he knew it they were outside and then there was a crowd. The dark haired guy punched first, and that was Jesse's cue to punch back. He unleashed his anger upon the unknowing participant. After a few punches the man was bloody, and Jesse's fist were red and becoming bruised.

The tug upon his shirt made him raise his fist. Seeing his sister his anger only boiled more before it became her fault that the man got a hit in on him. Jesse made sure he wouldn't be getting up anytime soon. Practically steaming he took his sisters hand, squeezing the blood from it before bringing her near the metal fence, yelling down at her.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" her response made him role his eyes. Of course she was acting as if she was the superior, and the big girl."I had it handled Lydia" he spat back at her, but her calm look only made him more angry. He wanted a reaction from her. He wanted her to fear him as others did. So when he put a punch into her, causing her to knock back into the fence, it was uncontrolled. Jesse didn't expect the retaliation from his sister, so when he fumbled to the ground hissing in pain he only stuck his middle finger up at her as she walked away.

It took him a few moments before he could really get back up. Using the metal fence as support he holstered himself back up, his knuckles purple when he looked at them. People came over to him with worried glances, some cheering at him kicking the guys ass previously. Girls tried approaching him to swoon, which he only pushed past to get into the house. Once inside he took in the smell of boos and sweat. Of course his mind wasn't thinking as clearly as typical. Not watching where he was going he bumped straight into someone of much smaller stature. Looking he saw the person and growled in his throat.
"Leona" he said simply, looking down at the half naked girl who looked as buzzed as many there. The look of disdain on his face was present. As all people of his Coven, he hated any Wickham.

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It took a lot for Leona to get waisted, simply because her strong current of magic tended to void it, which made her do dangerous amounts of narcotics. She was feeling a slight buzz from the mix of everything in her body. However, she was much more distracted trying to keep out of Max's line of sight. She wasn't pay much attention to where she was going, she was more used to people stepping out of her way, just because they got an uncomfortably unnatural vibe from her.

Something pulled her from her distraction though and he skin burned when she ran into him, even through her close there was an intense feeling and she didn't have to look to know who it was. Jesse Levnot. She glanced up to him, his tall frame towering over her yet she wasn't the least bit intended by the witch. She looked him over seeing that something was upsetting him, much like a chicken with it's feathers ruffled and she found it rather amusing.

"Leona" he practically hissed her name a wicked smirk crept across her deep red painted lips. She held his eyes as everything around them started to dim and even the music seem to fade to a low muffled tone. It was a simple spell, so that the two would not be heard by other granting them a sort of private force field, humans and other witches blinded to them for the moment.

"It's sounds better when you moan it." she breathed, biting her lips as she held his eyes. "Jesse right?" she said as she started to walk around him as if stalking her pray. She paused when she came to stand in front of him again, steeping a bit closer ignoring the heat between them that was very clearly there. "I've heard about you, the magicless witch...useless." she smriked. "Your baby sister's got all the power right." she pouted fakely.

Leona and Lydia were very similar, Leona knew that simply because they were both meant to take their parents places, both overthrowing their brothers in a way. Leona hated the thought of being anything like a Levnot, but it couldn't be helped and that only made her want to taunt Jesse that much more. She wasn't entirely sure why the families hated each other, she didn't came much either, she just like the idea of hating something so passionately.

"Your taller, more attractive. Then the last time I saw you." she practically purred. "Well, I better be getting on my way, I have more important things to attend to." she shrugged as she started to break down the force field of sorts that was keeping them hidden.
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Edmund had always been much calmer than both his sisters. Although you couldn't tell, he was probably the most relaxed person in his family, he was just always getting himself into bad situations, because of his addictive personality. Sure he hated that Levnot family, simply because he'd been brainwashed too, however he wouldn't be the first to make a scene.

He watched the younger Levnot for a long moment through the flames, hating that she was actually beautiful. She'd always been insanely pretty, the kind of pretty that could draw you in and kill you. Edmund knew way more than he'd like to know about the Levnot family, because he downloaded information like a computer program, remembered things most people forgot only moment later. It was both a burden and a gift, mixed with his powers, he tended to be able to see into a person's personal life based off their emotions.

In that moment, he knew the problems between her and her older brother Jesse. He could feel her pain and stress as if it was his own. That was his downfall, that was why he was constantly making himself numb with liquor and drugs. He looked away from her raising the almost forgotten bottle of vodka to his lips and taking a long drink. He ran his fingers through his hair and like a cold breeze of wind he could feel that his younger sister was using some kind of magic and he rolled his eyes, he knew he should get up and find out what trouble he was causing, but he was in no mood.

Instead his gaze fell back on Lydia. "You should be leaving." he breathed the words, but for only her to hear. "Shouldn't you?" he smirked arrogantly as she looked away taking another drink from his bottle. "The next in line for the Levnot Coven...You think you would have sensed our presents here, that were always here." he breathed keeping his words between them so no other could hear, he was telling her that the party had already been claimed by the Wickham family.

"Your brother's a real gentlmen, beating the shit out of his little sister." he scoffed taking yet another drink from the bottle. He brother his gaze back to her holding her eyes this time. "You and your coven need to get the fuck out of here." he threated, voice low, still he remained stoic and unwilling to leave.
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From the pose of having her face in her hands, she moved. Taking a sip of the beer and then putting it back in the coaster. She enjoyed the warmth of the fire, but the calm she was beginning to channel was interrupted by the very person she had hoped to leave by now.

Her eyes glared at him from across the fire, watching the sparks between them. The dark haired man seemed to be sizing her up with his eyes, and at his first words she only gave him a dark half smile, and huff of feigned laughter leaving her.
"You should be leaving, shouldn't you?" he spoke arrogantly, using magic to keep his words hushed to those around them.

Lydia leaned back in the camp chair, crossing her legs, not daring to break the contest of glares they had started at one another. His words didn't stop, and she only found herself raising a brow.
"The next in line for the Levnot Coven...You think you would have sensed our presents here, that were always here." he seemed to like to think he was intimidating. Clever at that. Her mother was far scarier than the sad attempt at a threat. It was only when he spoke of her brother that her raised eyebrow went down, and instead of looking at him, she looked at the bottle of half empty vodka in his hands.
"Your brother's a real gentlemen, beating the shit out of his little sister, you and your coven need to get the fuck out of here." he repeated and only then did she begin to laugh. It took a second for her to cause the bottle of liquor to fall out of his hands due to the pressure she put down upon it. It was moments like this she loved the abilities of a witch.
"Are you done yet?" she sighed, blinking at him before continuing. "If you think I fear you, you're terribly wrong. If you think I fear your family at all, you're even dumber than you sound" Lydia leaned forward in her chair, speaking to him as she made sure her voice only carried to him through the crackling fire.

She examined him before laughing once more to herself. Shaking her head.
"We all know the only thing you have going for you is your ability to fuck every drunk girl in this place. Any sober woman wouldn't be able to put up with you. Perhaps that's the only thing you're good for. You play an overused role in your family, a whore. Much like your brat of a sister" her smile didn't leave as she spoke, she looked as if she was speaking something kind to him. A second past before the expression faded and her face turned cold once again.
"So if you are so pleasantly done with wasting my time, I'd appreciate it. Go find some woman to bone, beat up, whatever you do" she waved off, taking a drink from her beer as a coven member ran to her, whispering about her brother being with the Wickham girl inside. Lydia had ears everywhere. Though he said nothing of what they were doing, only said that they are seen together, seemingly talking. She only nodded before leaning back in her chair, hoping the dark haired Wickham would leave her. The only reason she could stand him was because of his appearance. The thought she shook from her head. She shouldn't stand a Wickham at all. It wasn't what she was taught.



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XXɪPᴏᴅ : We Didn't Start The Fire by Billy Joel
XXMᴏᴏᴅ : Challenging
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He looked down at the girl who was a lot taller than he remembered. The more he looked, he realized it was the giant ass boots she wore. The boots looked bigger than the girl, and he only passed the thought before a promiscuous comment came from her crimson mouth. He only wanted to wipe the smile off her face.
"It's sounds better when you moan it." her cocky voice making his inside move. A moment later she said his name. Something he never wanted to be uttered by any Wickham.

Hell, if she wasn't catching his interest, he would've stormed past her by now. She began walking around him, only making him wonder what the hell she was doing. Maybe she had some of anxiety thing. He followed her with his eyes, watching as she stopped once again.
"I've heard about you, the magic less witch...useless." Jesse gritted his teeth at the words, the alcohol in his system making him buzz. "Your baby sister's got all the power right?" her fake pout was what made him angry. He tried to scoff, but only ended with a low growl from his throat. He kept silent as she kept talking. He shook his head at her words, trying to calm himself but each of her words only fueled the ever present fire within him.
"Well, I better be getting on my way, I have more important things to attend to." those words were what set him off, as the sound barrier came down, he pushed into her, roughly grabbing the girl's jaw. Pushing into her with his body, pinning her against the wall with his hand still on her jaw, squeezing.
"Lets get one thing straight" he began with a rough growl "She may have the magic, but I have all else. I could end this battle of houses now by crushing your skull with my shoe, but I wouldn't want to get your filthy blood on them" he spoke with hate near her ear before whipping her face to the side with his hand releasing the grip. He couldn't think straight. The drinks in his system spoke to his inner demons.
"You're a pathetic piece of life, a tramp just looking for a dick to suck. You walk around half naked, do your parents even know what you do? You're the most worthless thing I've seen tonight" he said with a deadly calm before taking a step back away from her and turning his back to the witch. Further escalation would turn him violent, something that he tried to avoid, especially in a drunken fit.