(OCC - tehe...I love that intro.!)

Blaire wasn’t really the type for rumours. For being in them, perhaps, but she never really liked telling them along and hearing about them. You might of thought her the type, but she didn’t really have much interest in what was going on with other people’s lives (especially when rumours tended not to be true in the first place) and she was logical enough to see the childishness of it. But the rumours that were going around, she had heard - just as well as anyone else. And it was probably one of the most interesting Blaire had heard yet.

“Did you and Jereff really have something going on, Blaire” she recalled many asking her in some sort of way or another. She ignored the other houses, whom she felt her reply would just be a waste of time anyway. But when a Slytherin asked, she’d laugh and say no. It was obscene. Jereff was good-looking yes, but she wouldn’t dare do anything with a guy whose touched Alex.

Any other time, Blaire would have just let the gossip make its pass. But using something like this to manipulate someone was very much a Slytherin quality, and though all Blaire really gave out was cold glare, she was always willing to step that up for Alex Summerlin.

Blaire couldn’t even really remember how the two started hating each other in the first place. It had started out as a tiny, bitter demeanor towards each other. Then small rash comments after the other, until this hatred developed. But why, was the most curious question. There was, of course little contradictions between the two. Like, Blaire believed in taking good care of her appearance, and Alex, well, not so much. But Alex being a tomboyish, rugged sort was definitely not an excuse Blaire would use to hate someone. After all, Blaire liked Fefe, not all the time, but she didn't hate her, and her style was in the same kind of direction.

It was their similarities that seemed more numerous. Like the fact that they both don’t very much care what other people think of them, they are closed off to letting out their feelings so easily, loyal to the friends they had, prideful, hardworking, and hold grudges (obviously). But their similarities seemed to be used in different ways, Blaire had the Slytherin road, in which she sought power and control, and Alex had the truthful, steady Hufflepuff one, and that’s where they seemed to collide. And it’d be easier to say that the two simply didn’t like each other. Though, with Blaire being more inclined to hatred, especially when she found out Alex was a muggleborn, and easily made judgments, it was likely that this adversary of there’s had begun with her. After that, it had been a game of the two.

As for the time being, Blaire was entering the Student Center with a couple two other Slytherin girls in her year, Natalie and Cel. Rarely did she venture off to this room, manly because she much rather preferred the Slytherin Common room. The only time she did is when it was with other Slytherins, and it was even hard to get her in at that. Fefe, if you may recall, had to pull Blaire in by the arm a particularly scandalous night. This time, Blaire hadn’t been physically forced, but a couple girl friends of hers had asked her to play wizard chess with a Ravenclaw friend of theirs. They needed an extra person, and Blaire said she’d tag along. But only because they had asked her, and only because Blaire actually sort of liked Ravenclaws (as long as they weren’t muggleborns).

Entering the room, Blaire was glancing around to see what sort of people were about. She hadn’t noticed Alex sitting in front of the fireplace until Cel pointed it out, and gave Blaire a mischievous smile. “Do you think she’s realized the truth yet?” she began in a snarling yet seriously meant tone. She hadn’t specified Alex, but she was in ears length. Blaire slightly narrowed her eyes and raised her eyebrow at what her friend was saying, but caught on quickly what the serpent was trying to do. Though, she didn’t say anything, and rather, grin pleasantly.

They kept walking onto a table, still at far distance from Alex, and Blaire and Natalie sat upon the chairs as Cel walked a little ways to get a couple chessboards. Natalie had continued on from where Cel had ended, “She can’t handle it, I’m sure. But I’m much more interested in the kissing anyway. You still haven't told us about that.” Blaire’s smirk remained smitten on her face. The three of the Slytherin girls were incredibly good liars, and not one giggle or impish smirk came from them. Of course, they knew that Blaire really hadn’t had a thing going on with Jereff, as she had told them, and they were rather trying to use the rumour to further the edge on Alex.

Blaire finally took her step in to join the fun, “Hm…”, Blaire responded, then looked back at Alex. “’ey, Alex. ‘ow would you say Jereff kisses? I want to say ruggedly, but eet ‘as got zis delicate touch about ‘im. What do you zink?” She grinned malevolently, ready to enter the potentially dangerous zone, as usual.