the devil has two faces || [MONIKA]

Daphne finished her index finger and then looked up, just making sure that it was indeed Monika. Her blonde best friend stood in the middle of the hallway, two pieces of parchment in tow, a wicked grin on her face. Merlin, she loved her for this. Mon always had a way of getting things done when she needed them. It was as if she could read her mind - although after six years, it wasn’t entirely surprising that the pair of them were constantly on the same wavelength. Putting down the bottle of nail polish that she had been holding, she delicately grabbed the parchment, ”Merlin, you’re a life-saver.” She grinned and looked it over. It was well-written, that much was certain from the introduction. Surely Professor Riddle would give her an exemplary grade.

It didn’t matter to her which one was the better one - she basically just needed a passing grade. Daphne was intelligent, but she refused to put effort into her schooling. The way she saw it, she was probably going to marry rich and inherit a fortune anyway. Daphne Winterson would be the trophy wife that any man could ever ask for...at least, after she tried to go Quidditch pro for a couple of years. Sure, it wasn’t the most glamorous career, but it was certainly where her passions lay.

Slightly disappointed that Monika didn’t seem to have any juicy gossip about boys, she shrugged her shoulders, ”Quidditch practice earlier,” Daphne yawned, ”Black has been such a bitch about winning the cup lately. It’s a wonder that girl even has time to do anything else. Nott’s got his head up his arse per usual, and Lestrange? God he’s practically drooling over himself every time he looks in the mirror.” She rolled her eyes and then stood up, admiring her nails very carefully, searching for any chips in the polish, ”What about you? Seems like you’re always sneaking off these days.” She raised both of her eyebrows curiously and then nudged Monika.

Monika had a valid point, if Daphne wasn’t so involved with the Quidditch team perhaps she wouldn’t have to spend so much time fighting off all the gossip and rumors that circulated about her. Then again, who was she kidding? She loved the attention. It was what she thrived off of. When people talked about it, it was like music to her ears. She grinned wickedly and threw her hair over her shoulder - when it came to Monika, she didn’t even have to say it: her best friend always seemed to pick up what she put down.

”First of all I did not refuse to go with you, you caught me at a bad time! I was just about to color my hair!” She tried to interrupt Monika as she blabbed on, but there was no stopping her since she was started. Sirius Black? Well that was certainly interesting. Daphne wasn’t exactly a blood purest, but she knew that there were some rumors about him floating around the school. Mainly from the mouths of his cousins, the Black sisters. If Mon wanted to stir up trouble, that was her prerogative, ”Interesting,” She breathed and then put one of her fingers in her mouth absentmindedly, ”Sirius Black.” She repeated and giggled a little, ”I swear, I go missing for a week and you come back and you’ve gotten with a Gryffindor! It’s like I don’t even know you anymore.” She laughed, obviously just kidding with her best friend.

”Who has time for men?” Daphne giggled and then shoved the nail polish into her bag, making certain that she didn’t chip her nails. This wasn’t entirely true though, Daph was rarely seen without a piece of man-candy on her arm. She loved men, and men tended to love her. At least, men that thought the bitchiness was cute. The only guy that she had really spent any quality time with was Theodore Nott for a couple of hours in the common room, and that was just bickering back and forth. For a moment, she thought about Theo and felt her cheeks flush ever so slightly, but she banished the thought - he was an annoyance, nothing more.

Leaning back against the window, she couldn’t contain her curiosity, ”So...are you going to see him again?” She asked, obviously referring to the Gryffindor boy that she had apparently been shacking up with.

”Ugh, so true. Wrong place, wrong time.” Daphne had a tendency to go wherever her heart desired. She loved feeling in control of her life and if that meant skipping Transfiguration so that she could go down to the lake and read a book, then she would. Snapping out of her thoughts and back into reality she grinned at Monika, ”You totally did!” She practically yelled and jumped up and down for a moment. There was always such excitement between the pair of them when there was new news to share. She was glad that they weren’t keeping secrets though - even if it was a Gryffindor boy.

Honesty was good, Daph could do honesty, ”Trust me, I’d kill you first if we stopped being friends.” She nudged her shoulder gently into Monika’s as she sat down next to her. This must be serious if they were having a sit-down kind of talk.

Daphne looked over at Monika, only to see the very serious look that was now on her face. It appeared that this wasn’t the usual love-him-and-leave-him attitude that Monika gave toward most of her male conquests. She picked up a piece of Mon’s hair and started absentmindedly braiding it while the girl told her all of her concerns. Of course, Daphne wasn’t the best about relationship advice considering the longest relationship that she had ever been in was when she told Rabastan Lestrange that she was going to marry him second year...and that had lasted for a whole five minutes before he shut her down, ”Actual feelings are good.” She muttered and then laughed at her own internal jokes, though she wasn’t sure Mon would find them nearly as funny in her state of disrepair, ”Maybe he’s scared of you?” She suggested and then looked down at her nails, ”Or maybe he’s afraid of what people will say. You are a Slytherin, after all.” She reached up and pressed her finger to her lips in contemplation before she heard what Mon said next.

”Woah! You were his first snog?! MONIKA!” Daphne stood up and ran her hands through her dark hair; she couldn’t help but grin to herself. Mon had probably screwed with Sirius’ head...being a Slytherin and coming on to him so strongly, ”He probably didn’t know any better!” Sirius Black’s first snog. Merlin, she couldn’t believe it!