i've got a girl crush [maria]

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Viola was meeting with Maria again today, and she was nervous. It wasn't the normal kind of nerves she got when she spoke with the other girl, since she wasn't worried about being toasted like a marshmallow...much. Viola was nervous because this was...a date? Maybe? She wasn't sure as to what nomenclature should be used for the meeting. Maria had asked her to go out with her, but that had been for the trip to the village. Viola was majorly confused, but she certainly wasn't going to ask Maria to clarify. She couldn't show any sort of weakness, that much was for sure, or else the other girl would think she was a doormat. No one used Viola as something to walk on, ever, and she wasn't about to start letting Maria walk all over her just because there was so romantic interest expressed.

The Durmstang girl made her way over to the bench that was their appointed meeting place, a few minutes earlier than she probably should have. Maria wasn't there yet, so Viola decided to be a jerk and reverse the roles of their last meeting. She sprawled herself on the bench, reclining in the same way that Maria had been the day before. The effect was ruined by the fact that it was cloudy, instead of sunny like the day before, so she couldn't pretend to be sunbathing. Oh well. Maybe Maria would see it like the power play it was, or maybe she would just think Viola was strange. Either way was fine by her.

@maria

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Maria wasn't used to people trying to take some control in their relationship with Maria. Typically she took total control, and everything else she wanted. She was rather greedy like that. She just took, and took, and gave nothing in return.The fact that she was being forced to.... well give was so foreign to her. Foreign and intriguing. Intriguing enough to catch Maria's interest. She'd been so busy mulling over things, and thinking about how interesting Viola was that last night she hadn't even tried to flirt with Daniel, another Durmstrang student that she liked to flirt with occasionally.

So, the next day, Maria headed for that bench where she'd be meeting Viola. She looked just as put together as yesterday. The girl was just too vain to go anywhere without knowing she looked good. She'd let her dark hair curl naturally today, and fall in waves down her back. While she looked good with straight hair, people always said curly suited her best. Viola was already there, lounging on the bench almost exactly like she had yesterday. That brought a grin to her face. Viola was just going to keep surprising her, wasn't she? Two could play at that game. Rather then take the open spot on the arm of the bench, Maria moved quietly, and sat down on the edge of the bench, right about where Viola's knees were, and placed a hand on the other side of her legs. She hadn't touched Viola though, but that didn't mean she couldn't if she wanted to. "Comfortable?"

@viola

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Viola hadn’t seen or heard Maria’s approach so much as she had felt it. Maria was one of those people whose presence you could just…feel. When she opened her eyes, the half-Veela was sitting on the bench, by her knees, instead of taking the position on the arm that Viola had occupied in their last meeting. Either she hadn’t noticed the parallels, or she had chosen to ignore them. Probably the second option, if what Viola had observed about Maria was right. She liked to be in control of any situation, and by ruining Viola’s fantasy of role reversal, she was taking that power back. Fine. Viola pulled herself up to a sitting position when Maria asked if she was comfortable, blinking once before answering. “Nope, not really.” She removed her legs from behind Maria, swinging them forward so she was sitting on the bench normally. “It’s not good for the neck, you know?” Viola asked learning back. It was true – it really had messed up her neck, and Viola rolled her head around, resulting in a series of popping noises. “So, I gave you an assignment.” Viola said, staring forward. That was mostly because she didn’t trust herself not to go all soft when she looked at Maria, but no one needed to know that. “What have you found out about the mystery that is Viola Chase?” Truth be told, Viola didn’t remember if she had actually assigned Maria to learn anything, but she did wonder if the other girl had found anything out about who Viola was. There weren’t many people who knew enough to say something meaningful about her, and most of them weren’t even at Durmstang, anyways. Still, the question stood.

@maria

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When Viola moved to sit up, there was a moment where Maria felt an intense desire to stop her. She was in the perfect position to. Maria could easily pin Viola's legs back to the bench, and refuse to let go. And Maria almost gave into that burning desire. She liked control. She liked power. And she liked showing people who the one in control was, who the dominate one was. Viola though? She'd probably put up a fight, from what Maria knew about her. That realization made the action even more tempting. Thankfully, she did manage to restrain herself in the end, instead taking that immediate frustration she felt in a different direction. "I can help with that." She smugly and confidently stated. It was only their 'second' meeting, and Maria hadn't actually made any of her usual advances on Viola. The offer to give a massage? Well, she was gauging Viola's reaction.

As the 'assignment' was brought up, Maria leaned back against the bench. "Surprisingly little. No one really knows much about you. That's why it's a 'mystery' isn't it? You keep your secrets pretty well hidden." So did she. None of the durmstrang students knew about her life before she was eleven. "So why don't you tell me.... one thing. And then you can ask me anything you like. Deal?" Viola had made it clear she wouldn't let Maria be totally in control here. So why not play her little game? Let Viola think she had some power....

@viola

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Viola doubted that Maria could actually cute her neck pain, but the girl would probably say whatever she thought Viola wanted to hear. That was Maria's game, which in a way made them total opposites. Viola never made an effort to think about other people before she spoke; it was a lot easier that way, and she could be a lot more truthful, too. In response to Maria's offer, Viola just rolled her eyes. It was a nice try, but not quite good enough. "I'll pass, Hot Hands. Thanks though." She said. Maria, she assumed, was not used to being refused, so Viola was going to make it her mission to say no to her as much as humanly possible. She needed to learn a little humility, and a little self-control.

"Either I keep my secrets well-hidden, or I don't have any." Viola responded levelly. For anyone who knew of her propensity to tell the truth compulsively, the two options were equally likely - why would anyone who professed to care so much about the truth tell a lie, even one of omission? Besides, without having any friends, it was pretty difficult to have any secrets worth telling. But in any case, Maria had something new to consider, a new avenue of explanation. As for the part-Veela herself, Viola hadn't been able to find out much about her, either. Other than her whiny cousin, Maria had few people that she really seemed to care for - there was the string of lovers, of course, but all they knew about was how she was in bed. "I can ask you whatever the hell I want, but it doesn't matter if I don't get an answer." Viola told Maria archly. "So until I get a promise that you're actually going to answer my question, these lips are sealed."

@maria

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Maria held up both her hands, as if to show Viola that they were, in fact, not on fire at the moment. "They aren't hot right now. At least not in the definition you're using." She shrugged, running those same hands through her curly hair. She brushed her hair over the back of the bench, her head tilted back and closing her eyes. It might be cloudy today, but she didn't care. It was still warm. And she liked warm.

"Everyone has secrets." Maria corrected as Viola said she might not have any. It was a fact of life. Especially someone like Viola. It was impossible for her to not have any secrets, and for people to not know anything about her. Maria, on the other hand, would be the first to admit she had plenty of secrets. She was a superstitious, secretive girl. Even when she was a child, a trait she'd learned form her father. He'd always kept strangers at arms' length. Her grandparents were even more superstitious then her father had been though, and after living with them for so long... Well, she wasn't very free when it came to giving information about herself. She opened her eyes, tilting her head to look at Viola with a coy smile. "You get one completely honest, nonevasive, answer." That was a bold agreement on Maria's part. There were plenty of things in her life she didn't want people knowing. So agreeing to answer any question honestly.... Was a big step for her. "Better make it count, Viola."

@viola

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Everybody had secrets, but not everybody had important ones, and that was where Viola and Maria seemed to diverge. Viola's secrets, what paltry few she had, were secrets because no one bothered to ask about them, not because she was making an effort to hide them. It seemed unfair that Maria was offering to trade one of her shiny hidden secrets for one of Viola’s measly, foggy ones, but she wasn’t going to complain about that. She had made it clear to Maria that her secrets weren’t anything special, and if she got burned for that (literally or figuratively), then it made Maria the stupid one, not her. “My middle name is the name of a character in a Muggle musical.” Viola stated casually. It was the truth, even if it wasn’t the whole truth, and no one at school knew her middle name. They knew her last name, of course, because who hadn’t heard of Orsino Chase, and her first name was kind of obvious, but her middle name had thus far remained a mystery. And still was, considering she’d yet to actually give Maria the name. All the part-Veela had was a hint, and a vague one at that.

“Okay, my turn.” Viola said, turning her face towards the overcast sky while she contemplated what she wanted to know about Maria. “Where were you born?” It was probably a rude thing to ask a Romani, who were known for their wandering, but it was a question she wanted the answer to nonetheless.

@maria

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Maria raised an eyebrow at the 'secret' she got out of Viola. It was interesting, though a little vague. A muggle musical? Maria didn't know many of those, to be honest. But not because of her magical upbringing. But because her grandparents were so traditional, she'd never seen a musical in her life. "What musical?" She asked confidently, no hint of her uncertainty. She could pretend she knew it if she found out what musical it was.

That eyebrow raised again at the question Viola asked in return. Out of everything she could have asked, she wanted to know where Maria had been born. She smiled a little, amused by the question. "Brazil. Rio, specifically." She answered truthfully. "I thought my name would have given that away." Her parents had changed their names while in Brazil, which was why Maria didn't have a typical European name. It especially wasn't very Romani.

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Viola doubted that Maria had ever so much as seen a musical in her life – most kids from Durmstang hadn’t – but she decided to humor the other girl nonetheless. “Wicked.” Even if Maria had, by some miracle, seen the musical, she probably would assume that Viola’s middle name was the name of one of the female leads. No one thought to name their daughter after a male character, except for Viola’s mother, of course. “It’s about witches, actually.” Not witches like the two of them, though Maria was probably closer than Viola was. She had the whole Wicked Witch of the West vibe down pretty solidly.

“You know what they say about assumptions.” Viola said with a shrug. Maria’s last name was Brazilian, but that didn’t really mean anything. People could change names as easily as they could change clothes. “How long did you stay there for?” She asked. People could be born a place and then leave within the month. Since Maria had gotten to ask another question, it only seemed fair that Viola should get to ask one, too.

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Wicked. Just the name alone was intriguing., and Maria sat up. She'd never heard of it, to no surprise. But with a name like that? Well, she just might have to look into it now. But what sort of name was her middle name? "Are you going to make me guess what name it is?" She asked, as if wanting the challenge. She wouldn't mind he challenge, surprisingly. "Do I get any more hints?" she asked with a.... well wicked smile.

Maria had, technically promised to only answer one question honestly. But seeing as Viola had answered her own question, she might as well throw her another bone. As she heard the question though.... Maria's expression went unusually still, especially for her. Finally Maria looked away, and swallowed. It was obvious that Viola was getting dangerously close to a question she didn't want to answer. "Until I was seven." She didn't offer any explanation as to why she left Brazil. Or where she'd gone.

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Viola blinked at Maria. “Well, I’m not going to tell you the name, if that’s what you’re asking.” She said, smirking slightly. “No more hints. I already gave you more than enough information – there’s only like, three or four characters who are named in the musical.” Well, three or four that had names that could realistically be given to a child. Viola shuddered at the idea of having her middle name be Dillimond or Morrible. Thankfully, her mother wasn’t quite that crazy. “Though I doubt that knowing my middle name is going to help you get any closer to unravelling my mysterious ways.” Viola’s smirk grew at that. Sure, being part-Muggle was a part of her, but it wasn’t exactly mysterious.

The mood of the conversation dropped unexpectedly into melancholy, or something similarly dark, when Maria answered Viola’s question about when she had left Brazil. The answer was short and to the point, and Viola was certain that pushing any further would just end in some unusually crispy people parts.

@maria