Thief *Electra*

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"And for this project, you will be randomly given a partner-"

The class errupted in a mass groan at the idea of either having to do all the work, or actually do work. Calypso let her head slam down onto her desk, foot resting on her longboard beneath the table, where she rolled it back and forth. She, however, hated everything about this class in general. Wizardry had been the fascinating surprise and blessing she had received at age 11. The muggle world was what she had thought exclusively existed. And working with the pureblood pedigree hounds was not something she wanted to deal with.

Ignorance. That's what this class was. A class for ignoramouses; or a certain Calypso who hated the idea of having Care of Magical Creatures outside during the Winter semester. No way would she be making that hike every week. She would much rather sleep here. She felt her eyes flitting open and closed, tugging with the gravity of sleep.

"Ms. Tanner!" The professor slammed his book down on his table. She rolled her head to the side, blinking up at him from beneath yesterday's make up.

"Yes, sir?" She asked.

"No sleeping in this class. Your partner is Ms. Hyperion. Maybe she will keep you awake," he snorted, before turning back to his list. Calypso blinked, looking around slowly, as if she could actually identify any of the pureblood bithces in this classroom by name. She had her own way of picking them out when she had to...but that wasn't often. She decided against dreading her project, and laid her head back down.

Her partner would be lucky to have her, that was for sure. The girl could find her way over to her desk if she wanted. If she was arrogant enough to think she could understand the culture of the muggle commerce, she'd gladly kick back and watch them flounder.

[electra aidos hyperion]

Electra was growing skinnier and skinnier by the day. She was eating less, exercising more. There wasn't anything she could do about it. Electra wanted to be pretty, beautiful. The only way to do that was to lose weight. She needed to be fit and thin and she would be beautiful. It wasn't affecting her classes yet, but she could assume that it would, eventually. When that time came, Electra promised herself that she'd hold back, that she'd maintain a healthy weight. But, in all reality, she was beginning to worry that she wouldn't be able to hold her world.

Electra was terrified of what she was becoming. She knew the signs, the words associated with someone that did what she did. Binging and purging. Starvation. Bulimia. Anorexia. The words were horrific, ringing of terror and danger. Electra would deny to the ends of the Earth to deny that any of those things applied to her. She didn't want to be associated with those terrible, terrible words. For now, she was safe. Her stomach was getting used to the small rations, at least, she thought it was. Everything would be just fine. Just fine.

Her name was called in her Muggle Studies class. Electra piped up out of her reverie, finding that she'd doodled various foods in her notes. Blushing deeply, Electra pushed it away, hoping no one noticed. No one was paying attention to her, so it was highly unlikely that anyone did, but she just wanted to be safe. Her eyes scanned the crowd of students for her partner, Calypso. Her heart sank immediately as she came upon the culprit. She was paired with that delinquent? Electra suppressed a groan as she stood and made her way over to the girl.

Sitting beside her, she gently set her things down on the desk. Electra looked over at Calypso, feeling a bit awkward. Their previous exchange had been less than cordial. Quite frankly, the pair were well on their way to hating each other. Electra didn't like her stand-offish behavior, Calypso hated her simply because she was a Pureblood. It was a match made in Hell. Electra sighed, opening her mouth to speak. "Well, let's get to work,"

[/color] she said softly, trying to at least be indifferent to the whole thing.

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Calypso opened her eyes as a frail looking blonde sat down gingerly in the seat, as if she touched it too hard, her porcelain body would shatter. The thought left an acidic taste in Calypso's mouth, but she didn't say anything. Rather she rubbed her eye, glancing momentarily at the black smudges on her fingers and promptly wiped them on her pants before sitting up.

Let's get started

"Sure," she said curtly. Manners weren't something she had too much of, and what little reserve she had went into not going to sleep. She stifled another yawn, unsure if she could manage another closing shift without collapsing from exhaustion. Of course she could...she had to. She would just complain about it until she was blue in the face.

"So what were you thinking for the proj-"

[/color] she began to open bag before she glanced up. Her eyes paused, landing on the glimmering gold locket resting against the collar of the barbie doll. She raised an eyebrow slowly, her hand snaking to where her baggy shirt covered her own copy.

"Nice locket," she said breathlessly, fingers tracing it, as if t o try to convince herself she wasn't seeing what she was seeing. She grasped the locket through her shirt tightly, glancing up quickly at the girl. "Where'd yo get it? Must be really special," she said quickly, the slew of questions tumbling clumsily from her mouth.

From somewhere, she heard a slight ringing in her ears as her brain began to work overtime. It was exactly the same...down to the inlays and clasps. The locket her father had given her before leaving, it was the only thing he had given her. The only proof that he had actually existed, acknowledged she existed....and willingly walked away. Willingly left her to fall and tumble, and bring herself up by herself.

But how realistic that is that? That this girl had the same locket from the same man? It was downright impossible. She released her own locket, letting it fall against her collarbone. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify][/size]

[electra aidos hyperion]

"Sure."

Electra looked over at Calypso, sighing deeply and watching her stifle a yawn. The young blonde redirected her attention to the notes that she'd taken. It was something completely foreign to her, the Muggle world. Her parents were Purebloods and had raised her to believe that Muggles were lesser. Electra wasn't entirely sure if she believed that, but she pretended in her family and in those circle of friends because of her stature. She was supposed to be the perfect, pretty little heir to her family's fortune and she needed to act the part in order to be well-off in the future.

Truthfully, it made her sick to her stomach. She didn't want to do anything of the sort. The pressure to be beautiful, intelligent, kind, and mature but have to be selfish, manipulative, and prejudiced was getting to the frail girl. That was the reason she wasn't eating. It was easier to feel beautiful when she was thin and delicate, giving her the appearance of the heiress she was supposed to act like. The small frame helped her to get into character, so to speak. It was much easier to play the part of a rich princess when she herself felt she looked the part.

"So, what were you thinking for the proj-"

Electra looked up as Calypso's sentence cut itself drastically short. Her head cocked slightly in confusion, watching the strange girl. The silence hung in the air between them, giving Electra the chance to look at the girl who was quickly growing into an enemy. Calypso was pretty, she had to give her credit. There was something about her face that was graceful and proportionate. If she took care of herself better and wore better clothes and lost the ridiculous and excessive eyeliner, Electra thought that Calypso could be quite beautiful.

"Nice locket. Where'd you get it? Must be really special."

Electra looked down at the glittering gold locket, frowning slightly. She typically kept the necklace underneath her shirt, not wanting to show off the pretty piece of jewelry. Besides, it didn't match the pearls that she wore on her wrist and in her ears. Electra reached up and lightly ran her fingers over the locket, looking up at Calypso. "My father gave it to me when I was a baby. So, yes, it's fairly special." she replied, smiling softly to herself. While she didn't necessarily agree with her family's ideals, she couldn't do anything about the way her family treated her. They truly loved her, though they expected a lot. 

Reaching up, she opened the locket and offered it up to Calypso to see. On the left side was a picture of her mother, elegant and beautiful. On the right side was a picture of her father, standing proud and strong. Electra was reluctant to reveal herself to this strange, abrasive girl, but she loved showing the pictures in the locket to people, friends or not. It was a source of pride for her.