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[Alden Michaels]

Alden woke up in his prefect bedroom and looked around. Yes, this was going to be a rather good year. He had always loved waking up in a majority black room with black leather couches and emerald green Slytherin flags and bed hangings. He sat up and pulled apart his curtains, taking in the beauty that was his bedroom. It hadn't been that long into the school year and already his room was picture perfect. His sword was hanging on the wall, it had been a gift from his father. A half filled book was lying open on his desk, he was quite a writer... though that aspect was kept to himself. And, of course, his clothes were perfectly folded into the drawers in his room.

He stood up out of his bed, his half clad figure looming a very nice height of 6 foot 4. He stretched his arms above his head and shook his light brown hair. He had always envied the Malfoys for their perfect hair, but recently Alden's hair had caught up to his perfect Quidditch figure. Draco may have good hair, but he slicked it back way too often. Alden let his hair hang down, though it was controlled. He couldn't let his hair look like Potter's... that just wouldn't do.

He looked at his reflection in his mirror and smirked. Always a Slytherin, he was. His pants were black with an emerald green stripe down the side. He laughed and changed into his favorite [outfit]. He let his Slytherin tie hang a little loose and ran a hand through his perfect hair once more.

Reaching forward to grab his Michaels family crest ring, he slid it on his finger and grabbed his wand and cloak, walking towards the common room. As he entered the common room, not a soul was there. For some reason, that didn't surprise him. Most of the people in his house weren't very sociable. They kind of only cared about themselves. True, Alden was the exact same way, but being around people was something he enjoyed. He watched people and could always tell what they were thinking. He had been told he'd be a good leader for that certain skill.

Not really wanting to go out and find people, he made his way over to a bookshelf and grabbed a book. Book in hand, he made his way back over to an armchair and sat down, propping the book open and diving into the land that was not his own. Well, at least until he wasn't the only character presently in his own.

[Taylor Payne]

The sun had just barely begun to make its grand entrance before Taylor’s eyes hesitantly opened. Rolling over to glance at the clock, she groaned as she saw it read seven thirty. “On a Saturday of course….” she mumbled irately to herself. She wasn’t quite sure why she was up at such an early hour, but now that she was awake, she knew there was no hope of returning to sleep.

It wasn’t that she didn’t mind being up at this hour, but her duties last night had kept her out two hours past intended, which made for more hassle than necessary. A group of third year Ravenclaws had thought themselves clever as they tried to sneak out past curfew. She could have let them pass to avoid the ramblings of McGonagall, but she decided against it. Probably a poor choice on her end seeing as she ended up spending an extra hour and a half listening to McGonagall lecture and punish them. Usually she would’ve enjoyed partaking in that kind of thing, but last night just seemed to be an off night.

Brushing the thought off, her muscles tensed as she lifted her hands above her head and stretched out on the black silk sheets. That was one perk of being a Prefect. Her room was the nicest of any of the others, and it was her own. It was nicely furnished with black marble floors, a perfectly comfortable bed, and a couple of black dressers. To compliment the black, green knick-knacks were hanging sparingly on the walls. Across from her canopy bed was a single window, something not normally seen in a dungeon. Even though it was magically fixed to show the weather outside, it was probably the nicest thing about the room. With the sun peaking behind the black curtains, it seemed to have a glowing outline.

Finally making her way out of bed, she moved to flick the lights on, shielding her eyes as she did so. Slowly letting her eyes adjust, she made her way towards the dresser where she began to get ready for the day ahead of her.

Seeing as it was Saturday, she wasn’t required to be in uniform, so she instead slid on some black pants and a clingy black tank top. Her skin was tan from the summer sun which caused her green apple eyes to shine crystal. Black eyeliner surrounded them, accenting the color even more. Letting her dark brown hair cascade down her shoulders, she took one last look in the mirror. Her eyes were instantly drawn to the silver serpent dangling around her neck. It had been a gift from her father on her first day of acceptance into the Slytherin house. Its eyes were made of blood red rubies, making Taylor’s entire being look thieving and dangerous. Smirking, she headed down to the common room, wondering if anyone else was up at this hour. To her amazement, there was. At first glance, she knew who he was. Not much from talking to him, but from his high position on the quidditch team. She also knew he was a Prefect, but she hadn’t had any shifts with him yet.

“What brings you down here so early?” Tay asked, her voice calm. She wasn’t one to be cold to fellow housemates unless they deserved it. Sensing no threat from him, she took a seat on the black leather couch opposite of him. “Alden isn’t it?” She asked with a smile.

[Alden Michaels]

Alden was in the midst of his own little world. He was reading a book about an adventure overseas with dragons and the like. He usually wasn't into such novels... he was more into the serious aspect of life. He looked up as he heard a noise and watch a quite good-looking girl walk into the common room. Alden wasn't the most evil of the Slytherins, but he wasn't the nicest. And he was a slight womanizer. He had that reputation.

However, in this case... he didn't feel like hitting on a girl just to get her in bed. He was getting slightly sick of that. He looked up again as she spoke and raised an eyebrow. "Yes, and a Michaels at that. Surely your parents taught you better than to just start talking to a superior." He said, being a little cocky. He was even more intimidating than Malfoy at times, but more people knew Malfoy for his blatant and embarrassing outspoken-ness.

He pulled back his argument, not really wanting it to turn into just that... an argument. "Yes... my name's Alden. And you're Taylor Payne, if I'm not mistaken. And I'm pretty sure we have a shift together tonight." He said, with a smirk. He looked back down at his book, then sat it down. He wasn't going to end up reading it right now anyways. "I'm up this early because it's the only time I can get any time alone, though that seems to have been shot to pieces." He said, smirking up at her to show he wasn't actually angry about it.

"I must ask you the same question, m'dear." He said, finally not being too lazy to throw on the charm.

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[Alden Michaels]

He looked up to her at her typical remark. Honestly she did not think for a second that an attitude could be used against him. However, she was moderately good looking. She had a nice body and gorgeous eyes. Her hair was almost perfect and she had the glint in her eye of a Slytherin. He shut his book completely and sat it down next to him, putting his hands in his lap, lacing his hands together. "Is that so? On the grounds? It's easy to get lost out there." He said, with a wink, before she continued talking.

He nodded. Yes, the book was a bit tiresome and lame, but he had just needed something to do until people started waking up. "Oh, well I'm glad you told me then." He raised an eyebrow at her comment about being up all night because of duties among other things. "What other things are we discussing here?" He asked, his eyebrow raised waiting for an answer. He could definitely see himself starting something with this girl. She was beautiful, arrogant, mean, and a Slytherin... all of his favorite qualities.

He stood up and walked over to her. He took her hand and brought it to his lips, kissing her knuckles. "It truly has been a pleasure meeting you, Miss Payne." His lips kissed her hand once more and then dropped it, his hand holding hers until the very last moment to separate them. "I think the shift tonight will be quite entertaining indeed." He said, with a wink to her before tossing his hair to the side and walking back to his chair to sit down and contemplate what else he could do until people started waking up.

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