“Why are you going through my things?” she shot right back, avoiding his question. She would never sell out her friend not even if it meant her life. Ancano finally let go of her bag and she fell back, hitting her dresser making her wince. He was upon her, looking down and she cursed the damned Thalmor. “Get out!”
“I am allowed to see matters that may be to the benefit or hindrance of the college!”
She gaped at him. “What a load of horse shit! My personal things are not the colleges concern and certainty not yours!”
“I think skooma being brought into the college is!” he snapped back. “Don’t try and hide it you wretched little Nord!”
“I’m an Imperial!” she shouted, getting tired of him and his presence and she shoved past him, holding the bag to her chest. She tossed it into her lockable safe, turning on him once she was done and he produced from his pocket one of the bottles. She turned bright red and made for him, her hands scrambling to grab it and he electrocuted her.
She fell back with a cry. The bastard electrocuted her!
“Don’t get hasty, Imperial,” he mocked. “You brought an illegal substance into this college and despite your mouthy complaints, I would have found this eventually.” She glared at him and he looked down at her, the bottle being twirled in his hands. “You know, you don’t look like a Skooma addict. And your mention of it not being yours doesn’t seem like a lie. Who is this for? That Khajiit?”
“Fuck you,” she spat, struggling to stand on shaking legs. “Give that back!”
His eyes flashed and he stopped playing with it before he held it still, showing her, then dropping it in his pocket. “This is being confiscated to show the Arch-Mage. Regardless if it’s yours, you should be punished for ever bringing this onto the campus.”
Her heart pounded in her chest. “Don’t.”
“Furthermore,” he said, ignoring her. “I shall see that you and that Khajiit or that Dunmer girl or whoever you bought this for is expelled as well.”
“You can’t!” she retained her ability to stand and advanced on him, desperate. “You can’t do that!”
“I am the advisor to the Arch-Mage, you little brat! I can do as if wish!” he snapped. “And your illegal activities and your little friends are going to be punished!”
“They’re not involved with that!” she took to shouting again. “How dare you! You don’t even know what it’s for! It could be for experimenting!”
“You said it wasn’t yours before!” he shot right back. “So it is obviously for one of your little friends and what they plan to do with it – which I know that you know – is going to be between the Arch-mage and them. So get out of my way.”
Her anger reached a boiling point and she found herself slapping him as hard as she could, her fury coursing through her veins. He looked taken aback, holding his face and his eyes flashed at her, his expression turning cold.
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timeasmymeasure
Drop Dead [3/?]
Date: 2014-01-16 07:39 pm (UTC)“I am allowed to see matters that may be to the benefit or hindrance of the college!”
She gaped at him. “What a load of horse shit! My personal things are not the colleges concern and certainty not yours!”
“I think skooma being brought into the college is!” he snapped back. “Don’t try and hide it you wretched little Nord!”
“I’m an Imperial!” she shouted, getting tired of him and his presence and she shoved past him, holding the bag to her chest. She tossed it into her lockable safe, turning on him once she was done and he produced from his pocket one of the bottles. She turned bright red and made for him, her hands scrambling to grab it and he electrocuted her.
She fell back with a cry. The bastard electrocuted her!
“Don’t get hasty, Imperial,” he mocked. “You brought an illegal substance into this college and despite your mouthy complaints, I would have found this eventually.” She glared at him and he looked down at her, the bottle being twirled in his hands. “You know, you don’t look like a Skooma addict. And your mention of it not being yours doesn’t seem like a lie. Who is this for? That Khajiit?”
“Fuck you,” she spat, struggling to stand on shaking legs. “Give that back!”
His eyes flashed and he stopped playing with it before he held it still, showing her, then dropping it in his pocket. “This is being confiscated to show the Arch-Mage. Regardless if it’s yours, you should be punished for ever bringing this onto the campus.”
Her heart pounded in her chest. “Don’t.”
“Furthermore,” he said, ignoring her. “I shall see that you and that Khajiit or that Dunmer girl or whoever you bought this for is expelled as well.”
“You can’t!” she retained her ability to stand and advanced on him, desperate. “You can’t do that!”
“I am the advisor to the Arch-Mage, you little brat! I can do as if wish!” he snapped. “And your illegal activities and your little friends are going to be punished!”
“They’re not involved with that!” she took to shouting again. “How dare you! You don’t even know what it’s for! It could be for experimenting!”
“You said it wasn’t yours before!” he shot right back. “So it is obviously for one of your little friends and what they plan to do with it – which I know that you know – is going to be between the Arch-mage and them. So get out of my way.”
Her anger reached a boiling point and she found herself slapping him as hard as she could, her fury coursing through her veins. He looked taken aback, holding his face and his eyes flashed at her, his expression turning cold.