sapphire & a r a b e l l a
arabellayaxley
(( It's short and terrible, sorry - I'm rather tired ))
The pitter patter of the rain sounded delicately through the Hogwarts Library as Sapphire sat in one of the window seats, positioned at the far end of the large room. Sapphire had everything she wanted in her life right now. She was popular; everyone knew her name, everyone feared her, all the girls in Slytherin wanted to be like her, all the boys wanted her in their beds. She lived life to the full, never taking a moment for granted. She had created a decent persona for herself, and would never lose that. The only Sapphire had lost, were a couple of friends. However, she merely saw them as dead-weights; people that were not such a big loss. She would talk about, tell everyone their secrets. She was a bitch; a cruel and vindictive bitch, but she could not have cared less. She was Sapphire Carrow, and everyone knew it.
There was however one person that Sapphire seemed to keep a hold of in a friendship state, even though she seemed of no great importance to everyone - Arabella Yaxley. The reason? She may have been placed in Hufflepuff, the most useless of houses, but she was a Yaxley at the end of the day and Pureblood families stick together. That was seemingly an unwritten rule of passage. Whenever she was around Arabella, Sapphire toned down her normal persona - she seemed to believe that a Hufflepuff would not wish to listen to the rantings of a Pureblood - nor would they wish to hear how much of a pointless waste of magic they believed most Hufflepuffs to be.
