On The Prowl
Dec 11, 2018 18:08:42 GMT -6
Post by Snick on Dec 11, 2018 18:08:42 GMT -6
Magryta took a seat in the cafeteria. A young lady who's name she could not quite remember set down a tray laden only with a chef salad and a cup of milk. Giving the girl a reassuring smile, she waved her hand as though to shoo the girl off. It was one of the few perks of pledge week. Maggie had barely had to lift a finger the last day or two, with the many students overly eager to join the elite house of Beta Tau Phi.
Not far from where she was settling in sat Esther Black, a fellow member of the elite Legacy. Magryta nodded a hello, smelling her milk and then taking a small taste. She did not fear anything having been done to it by the student. It was just a weird personal quirk that had been born when one of her little sister's had heated her milk up while she hadn't been looking and then dared her to gulp it down.
The results had not been pretty; definitely not something that the woman wanted to repeat. Thus, she always checked the smell and temperature of her milk. At this point, it was just an automatic response.
"Safe," She mumbled, looking around to make sure Revan was not present in the cafeteria to mess with it now that she had sampled it. Brat.
"Pledge week." Magryta sighed, finally smiling at Esther. "Gotta love being an upperclassmen."
"Now we just get to look at them and see which ones we want to recruit. I was going to recruit Siobhan, but the lighthouse took her first.'' Esther took a bite of her sandwich. "But it is rather fun to see them all look at us like we're a special class of student or something." Not that they were. They were just looking to see who was dedicated. She wouldn't mind pulling in Zot, but he had his heart set on Flag Hags . . . someone in there was against him and had black-balled him was all she could figure. He should have been selected last year. "Do you see any likely candidates?"
"I always thought this would be the most fun part." Magryta sighed, her eyes scanning the cafeteria. To the average observer, she may have seemed like a queen, looking over her court.
Her eyes were narrowed ever so slightly, mimicking the ever roaming eye of a hawk seeking the perfect prey. "However, this seems to get more and more difficult ever year. So many students in these younger generations tend to lean towards hippies, brains, or stooges.
"Speaking of, Denni Louise Fulcher may feign interest in pledging. I have it on reputable source that she is trying to get the attention of the Upsilon. Any other Legacies that approach her are going to probably get pranked. She felt that was the best way to get the attention she needed."
Esther shrugged and gave a half smile. "Do we want a joker? Let them have her. I'd actually like to get someone who is serious about what's happening to people who aren't pure blooded--that knows there are evil idiots in Europe still care about that blood purity stuff. We Americans don't get it. It matters back there. That's why we have this Legacy. My family are the descendants of those who were kicked out of our old-blooded family because they refused to Muggle-bait and treat people differently who weren't from old magical blood. I can't seem to find any students who care about that any more, yet in the UK they are still fighting about it. Nobody around here even reads the news." Esther sighed. "Of course in the UK, even the ministry has their heads up their asses. You don't have to read between the lines to see that something really bad is going on and no one wants to talk about it."
"Sorry. Esther the crusader strikes again." But that was what their legacy was about. They were a service legacy--raising funds to help stop Muggle-baiting and end the persecution of Muggle-borns and blood-traitors in the old country forever, just like they had here. "We need to find people who really care, like we do. I'm tired of people thinking BTP is a social club. We're here to make a difference, and we need to find members who care about joining us in making a difference. Are you sure we can't persuade your little sister to join us?"
Magryta's lip curled ever so slightly at the mention of her sister. "She is not an asset to the Cause, blood or not.
"We all feel your conviction Esther, some more strongly than others but it's still there." She assured the young woman. "Because you are right; there is something going on in England. I know so many Americans concern themselves with the matters of this land, feeling we need to protect ourselves.
"However, so many of us BTPs have family over there." The woman's smile wavered. "Galia is starting her world tour there. It seems misplaced but maybe there is a way we could use that. Something to discuss at the next meeting.
"What about Jamie Lynn Greenfield? She is a bit Southern and would be a first in her family but, she's outspoken and dedicated to whatever you tell her to be dedicated to."
Esther grinned like the Cheshire Cat. "Now she would be an asset. If we can get her away from the Flag Hags. Have you seen the way they've been drooling all over her? It's positively sickening."
She glanced around the room. "I still want Zot. He's too good for the Flag Hags. I don't know what he sees in them. I suspect the one blackballing him is his own brother. He should join us."
Magryta gave Esther a dubious look. "Zot? He is a pretty face to draw a crowd but as soon as he opens his mouth and swears or twitches, people get turned off from whatever he has to say. It is unfortunate that he is so interested in the hags; most likely the only that would ever take him, considering his brother.
"If his brother is the one blackballing him, however..." The young woman considered this. She had had a bone to pick with Ryan Drake. The two had been romantically linked once or twice. It was almost sad that Maggie could not remember for sure. There had been a party last summer. There had been a good amount of alcohol involved, leading to flashes of something that could have been smeared memories or something happening in the moment.
Either way, was it enough to make the young man attractive enough to actually push the issue? "What positive aspects could he actually bring to the BTPs?"
"I can think of several legacies that would take him. So what if he swears? He can actually get away with it because of his Tourette's. That makes him cool in my book. Zot cares about people. He stands up for them. He stood up to Elizabeta in the dance meeting. Not everyone has the balls to do that, but he does. If he understood how many people in the UK were still being persecuted because of their blood, persecuted worse than he is for his Tourette's, he'd want to join us." Esther sighed. "But he thinks his big brother is the beat all end all. He wants to be just like him. I think his big brother is an ass. If Zot were just like him, it would ruin him."
A loud crash could be heard behind Esther as Zot slammed his tray into the garbage, not caring if the tray itself fell in as well. It was clear by the look of hurt on his face he had heard most of what she had said about his brother and how being like him would ruin him.
He had been about to come over and say hi, even though she was sitting with Revan's bitchy sister. As he approached he heard them discussing him and the fact that Maggie thought none of the other Legacies would want him. He had puffed up a bit when it seemed like Esther was sticking up for him, but he immediately deflated once she spoke of her distaste for his brother.
He was angry and hurt, because he thought Esther was becoming his friend. Her words, however, seemed to dash that hope. With a last glance at her, he shook his twitchy head and left the cafeteria with great haste. He needed some time alone to think.
Esther heard the crash and then saw Zot run off. "Damn it!" she swore. "I didn't know he was standing there. Did you see him? He must have heard me. I only had nice things to say about him, but I take it he didn't approve of hearing his brother being called an ass." Esther sighed. "Should I go after him?"
She shook her head, "No . . . maybe I should talk to him later. Why does he have to be so sensitive? Can't he see that I like him? Just because I think his brother is full of himself doesn't mean I don't respect Zot." If Esther could have pounded her head against the table without looking like a complete idiot, she would have.
Not far from where she was settling in sat Esther Black, a fellow member of the elite Legacy. Magryta nodded a hello, smelling her milk and then taking a small taste. She did not fear anything having been done to it by the student. It was just a weird personal quirk that had been born when one of her little sister's had heated her milk up while she hadn't been looking and then dared her to gulp it down.
The results had not been pretty; definitely not something that the woman wanted to repeat. Thus, she always checked the smell and temperature of her milk. At this point, it was just an automatic response.
"Safe," She mumbled, looking around to make sure Revan was not present in the cafeteria to mess with it now that she had sampled it. Brat.
"Pledge week." Magryta sighed, finally smiling at Esther. "Gotta love being an upperclassmen."
"Now we just get to look at them and see which ones we want to recruit. I was going to recruit Siobhan, but the lighthouse took her first.'' Esther took a bite of her sandwich. "But it is rather fun to see them all look at us like we're a special class of student or something." Not that they were. They were just looking to see who was dedicated. She wouldn't mind pulling in Zot, but he had his heart set on Flag Hags . . . someone in there was against him and had black-balled him was all she could figure. He should have been selected last year. "Do you see any likely candidates?"
"I always thought this would be the most fun part." Magryta sighed, her eyes scanning the cafeteria. To the average observer, she may have seemed like a queen, looking over her court.
Her eyes were narrowed ever so slightly, mimicking the ever roaming eye of a hawk seeking the perfect prey. "However, this seems to get more and more difficult ever year. So many students in these younger generations tend to lean towards hippies, brains, or stooges.
"Speaking of, Denni Louise Fulcher may feign interest in pledging. I have it on reputable source that she is trying to get the attention of the Upsilon. Any other Legacies that approach her are going to probably get pranked. She felt that was the best way to get the attention she needed."
Esther shrugged and gave a half smile. "Do we want a joker? Let them have her. I'd actually like to get someone who is serious about what's happening to people who aren't pure blooded--that knows there are evil idiots in Europe still care about that blood purity stuff. We Americans don't get it. It matters back there. That's why we have this Legacy. My family are the descendants of those who were kicked out of our old-blooded family because they refused to Muggle-bait and treat people differently who weren't from old magical blood. I can't seem to find any students who care about that any more, yet in the UK they are still fighting about it. Nobody around here even reads the news." Esther sighed. "Of course in the UK, even the ministry has their heads up their asses. You don't have to read between the lines to see that something really bad is going on and no one wants to talk about it."
"Sorry. Esther the crusader strikes again." But that was what their legacy was about. They were a service legacy--raising funds to help stop Muggle-baiting and end the persecution of Muggle-borns and blood-traitors in the old country forever, just like they had here. "We need to find people who really care, like we do. I'm tired of people thinking BTP is a social club. We're here to make a difference, and we need to find members who care about joining us in making a difference. Are you sure we can't persuade your little sister to join us?"
Magryta's lip curled ever so slightly at the mention of her sister. "She is not an asset to the Cause, blood or not.
"We all feel your conviction Esther, some more strongly than others but it's still there." She assured the young woman. "Because you are right; there is something going on in England. I know so many Americans concern themselves with the matters of this land, feeling we need to protect ourselves.
"However, so many of us BTPs have family over there." The woman's smile wavered. "Galia is starting her world tour there. It seems misplaced but maybe there is a way we could use that. Something to discuss at the next meeting.
"What about Jamie Lynn Greenfield? She is a bit Southern and would be a first in her family but, she's outspoken and dedicated to whatever you tell her to be dedicated to."
Esther grinned like the Cheshire Cat. "Now she would be an asset. If we can get her away from the Flag Hags. Have you seen the way they've been drooling all over her? It's positively sickening."
She glanced around the room. "I still want Zot. He's too good for the Flag Hags. I don't know what he sees in them. I suspect the one blackballing him is his own brother. He should join us."
Magryta gave Esther a dubious look. "Zot? He is a pretty face to draw a crowd but as soon as he opens his mouth and swears or twitches, people get turned off from whatever he has to say. It is unfortunate that he is so interested in the hags; most likely the only that would ever take him, considering his brother.
"If his brother is the one blackballing him, however..." The young woman considered this. She had had a bone to pick with Ryan Drake. The two had been romantically linked once or twice. It was almost sad that Maggie could not remember for sure. There had been a party last summer. There had been a good amount of alcohol involved, leading to flashes of something that could have been smeared memories or something happening in the moment.
Either way, was it enough to make the young man attractive enough to actually push the issue? "What positive aspects could he actually bring to the BTPs?"
"I can think of several legacies that would take him. So what if he swears? He can actually get away with it because of his Tourette's. That makes him cool in my book. Zot cares about people. He stands up for them. He stood up to Elizabeta in the dance meeting. Not everyone has the balls to do that, but he does. If he understood how many people in the UK were still being persecuted because of their blood, persecuted worse than he is for his Tourette's, he'd want to join us." Esther sighed. "But he thinks his big brother is the beat all end all. He wants to be just like him. I think his big brother is an ass. If Zot were just like him, it would ruin him."
A loud crash could be heard behind Esther as Zot slammed his tray into the garbage, not caring if the tray itself fell in as well. It was clear by the look of hurt on his face he had heard most of what she had said about his brother and how being like him would ruin him.
He had been about to come over and say hi, even though she was sitting with Revan's bitchy sister. As he approached he heard them discussing him and the fact that Maggie thought none of the other Legacies would want him. He had puffed up a bit when it seemed like Esther was sticking up for him, but he immediately deflated once she spoke of her distaste for his brother.
He was angry and hurt, because he thought Esther was becoming his friend. Her words, however, seemed to dash that hope. With a last glance at her, he shook his twitchy head and left the cafeteria with great haste. He needed some time alone to think.
Esther heard the crash and then saw Zot run off. "Damn it!" she swore. "I didn't know he was standing there. Did you see him? He must have heard me. I only had nice things to say about him, but I take it he didn't approve of hearing his brother being called an ass." Esther sighed. "Should I go after him?"
She shook her head, "No . . . maybe I should talk to him later. Why does he have to be so sensitive? Can't he see that I like him? Just because I think his brother is full of himself doesn't mean I don't respect Zot." If Esther could have pounded her head against the table without looking like a complete idiot, she would have.
