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Snow was falling heavily through the air as a number of Hogwarts students trudged through the snow toward the village of Hosmeade. Mercy was among these stragglers who had left a little late for the Hogsmeade visit. The seventh year Gryffindor was in the warmest clothes that she could find. Her long, silken curls ran down her back from beneath the crimson Gryffindor snow hat that she wore. Her gloved hands were tucked away, inside the pockets of her black, faux leather jacket underneath of which was a hoodie to match her hat, adorned with Gryffindor's symbol. Dark jeans, that made her butt look rather amazing, were tucked into a pair of black snow boots and the young witch's cheeks were flushed from the bitter cold.

By the time she reached the outskirts of the village, Mercy was aching, her legs tired from walking through the thick layer of snow on the ground. What she wanted more than anything was to get out of the cold and into the Three Broomsticks, where she could warm up with a butter beer. Teeth chattering, she quickened her pace, shivering beneath her warm clothes.

Normally, Mercy would have been heading to Hogsmeade with a friend or two, most likely Juda, but her decision to go on the weekend's visit was last minute decision. More than likely, all of her friends were already huddled up in the pub or the sweet shop. The very thought just made Mercy crave the warmth inside of one of the buildings even more.

The warmth of the indoors was going to have to wait though. As soon as Mercy's feet touched more solid ground, it was as if the ground was pulled out from beneath of her. Next thing she knew, she was blinking up at the sky, though all she could really see was endless white. Hear head was spinning and she winced, having hit the back of her head on the icy ground. Great, she had come all this way and was probably only going to have to go right back in order to go to the hospital wing.

"Merlin's beard..." she said with a ground, unable to get up for a moment because of her now aching head. She was waiting for the shock and dizziness to pass as she reached her hand around to the back of her head. It was only because of her hat that she wasn't bleeding. Now though, she wasn't only cold, but her back and rear end were wet as well.

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Words: 290
Outfit: Clicky!
Tagged: Mercy <333
Notes: Hehe xD Liam feels a bit sarcastic at the moment xD
Status: Short but finished!

The journey to Hogsmead had been cold but not entirely miserable as he was accompanied by a few of his close friends and few slytherin girls. He had come with a girl of his own but he couldn’t quite remember her name, all he knew was that she was blonde but her roots were starting to grow back out brown. Not that he really cared about her original hair color. He had ditched both her and his friends after just a few minutes of walking into Hogsmead and was now wandering the lane looking into the different shops despite the cold. He had dressed as warmly as he possibly could, jeans, long sleeve button up shirt, a green scarf, boots, and two jackets; one of them being a simple hoodie and the other a vintage style leather jacket. But the chill of winter still managed to find places to freeze on his body.

He was just pulling his hood over his head when he caught the most amusing thing happening right before his eyes. A laugh pulled itself from his throat as Mercy Scarborough slipped and landed right on her ass just outside the Three Broomsticks pub. With a chuckle Liam walked over to her as he said “You know, I’ve always read that cats landed on their feet when they fell, not their asses.” He grinned down at the Gryffindor girl who had lived next to him in Godric’s hollow for the past seventeen years. Their relationship was somewhat interesting, him being an antagonist almost always taunting and bullying Mercy. “I might have to thank the cold weather for making my job so much easier.” Liam grinned, though it wasn’t particularly malicious but it wasn’t all that nice either.

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Mercy's jaw tightened at the mere sound of Hollingsworth's voice and, for a moment, she closed her eyes. Whether this was to wish for him to disappear or just to simply keep her head from spinning, not even she knew. It didn't work either way. "I take it you always land on your feet then..." she said to him scowling the slightest bit. The Slytherin had always left a bad taste in her mouth and Mercy wasn't likely to forget how he use to torture her anytime soon. As a matter of fact, he still tortured her.

"It's good to know that you're decent enough to help someone up. Don't you have anything better to do?" she asked, getting to her feet and swaying nauseously. Her face was pale as she brushed snow off of herself. The pounding and throbbing of her head should have warranted a trip to the Hospital wing, but there was no way in hell Mercy was going to turn back like a weakling with Liam Hollingsworth right there.

Mercy had never wanted to shove a handful of snow in someone's face as much as she did in that moment. Hell, even a good kick in the shins would have been enough to satisfy her. Mercy usually wasn't the type to get so angry, but when it came to Liam... Ugh. "Pardon me," she said in a tone that wasn't exactly polite or happy as she shoved passed him, purposely knocking her shoulder into him, even though he was much larger than her and the impact lightly didn't have much affect.

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Words: 333
Outfit: Clicky!
Tagged: Mercy <333
Notes: I think he's a bit too cocky xDDD
Status: Finished

Liam laughed again “Awe is the poor wittle poody tat embarrassed?” he asked mockingly at her as she stood up on her own. True he could have offered to help her up but that would require him actually being nice to the lioness and Liam practically went out of his way to mess with Mercy. He couldn’t remember a time that he hadn’t messed with the seventh year Gryffindor at every chance he got. “Oooo you’re so intimidating Scarborough, are you gonna call your Auror brother to come beat me up?” He chuckled as she bumped into him as she walked past him.

With a wicked grin Liam bent forward and picked up some snow, quickly molding it into a solid packed snowball. “Think fast Scarborough.” He said as he turned back to watch her walking away and threw the ball at her back, hitting her squarely in the back. He laughed although he knew he was really stirring up a hornets nest, but the blowing up part was always what made him laugh even more. Grinning he bent and picked up another handful of snow and threw it at her ass just trying to push her further. “Don’t you know you aren’t supposed to turn your back on your enemies Mercy? Someone might curse you while it’s turned.” Not that he would ever stoop that low, he did have SOME morals. But it was certainly fun to put the idea in her head.

He wiped his cold hands on his jeans before grinning widely at Mercy, crossing his arms over his chest as he just waited for her response. This was always the fun part of tormenting her, seeing her reactions. He knew he pissed her off to no end, he was sure him even breathing was enough to aggravate the girl but that new just tickled him silly. “Come on, give me your best shot Mercy.” He stood cockily wondering if she might hex him for pissing her off this time.

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The moment the snowball hit Mercy's back, she stopped dead and closed her eyes tight. He wasn't worth it... She couldn't convince herself though and, before she could step herself, she spun on her heel wand in hand as a jet of light shot out of it. For a moment, it may have seemed as though Mercy had completely missed her target, as the jet flew over Liam's head.

Her spell hit its intended mark though and a sudden smirk crossed her face as the overhanging roof above Liam shook before the snow that covered it came tumbling right down. "You think you're such a big man, don't you?" she asked him, gripping the handle of her wand so tightly in her gloved hand that crimson sparks where lashing out of the tip.

"If you want to be such a bloody prick, than why don't you just run off and join the Death Eaters?" Leaning down, she scooped up a large handful of snow and chucked it at his face. "From what I can hear, they could use some help from a fellow scumbag!" Face flushed, Mercy was in the middle of making another snowball, wanting nothing more than to rub this one in Liam's face.

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Words: 267
Outfit: Clicky!
Tagged: Mercy <333
Notes: I think he's a bit too cocky xDDD
Status: Working!!

He smiled at her thinking she had missed hitting him with her spell until a pile of wet slightly melting snow fell of top of him, momentarily pushing him to his knees before he was standing again. The smile had slipped from his face for a moment as she started talking to him angrily. The tone of her voice made him want to laugh, but he settled for a smile instead. “Raier, temper temper Mercy. You might want to talk to a shrink and figure out where all that anger is coming from.” He winked at her and finally couldn’t help but laugh.

Suddenly he remembered an old muggle saying he had heard spouting from the lips of some of the muggleborns something along the lines of “If a boy picks on you it means he likes you” he didn’t believe that was entirely true, silly muggles. Always looking for an extra meaning in things, really he liked picking on Mercy because she fought back instead of cowering or running away. It made it more interesting because he never knew what to expect from the Gryffindor girl.

Unexpectedly a snowball from Mercy hit him quite squarely in the face, followed by more angry words. Wow, he had really hit a nerve this time but she made him want to reply, this time not so cockily. “Why is it that everyone who isn’t a Slytherin thinks we are all out to become Death Eaters, such a common misconception its irritating. You’re smart, you should know that Scarborough.” He smiled, taking out his wand and before magicing himself dry.

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Mercy rolled her eyes at him, her jaw jutted forward in irritation. "I don't think all Slytherins are out to become Death Eaters," she said, watching him as he dried off his clothes. "Just you, because you're an asshole!" When was he ever going to see that he was the world's biggest jerk? Next time, Mercy swore that it wouldn't be snowballs that she threw at him; she was going to throw rocks instead.

Flushed from anger and the cold, she turned away from him, intent on heading back to the school so that she could make a visit to Madam Pomfrey. With her head pounding and aching the way that it was, she was sure that a visit to the hospital wing could do her some good. The last thing she needed or wanted was a concussion.

Resisting the urge to grind her teeth together, Mercy hoped that Liam wouldn't follow her and continue to bother her. She was afraid that she wouldn't be able to stop herself from punching him right in the face.

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Words: 305
Outfit: Clicky!
Tagged: Mercy <333
Notes: I think he's a bit too cocky xDDD
Status: Working!!

By the time the whole ordeal was coming to a close a small crowd had gathered on the other end of the cobblestone street. Liam smiled at the and waved cheerily before noticing Mercy stomping off back down the path towards the castle and sighed, his eyes narrowing at the determination of the seventh year who had to have a very nasty headache by now from that nasty fall. Shaking his head he couldn’t believe the path his thoughts were traveling down. He was actually feeling sorry for being a pain in the ass to the girl.

With a big sigh Liam decided to follow after her and maybe even catch up to her, make sure she didn’t pass out along the way. He had just caught up almost halfway when he saw her start to slip on the ice once again and he darted forward to catch her by the elbow. ”You know you really should start to watch more carefully where you step.” Liam said slightly irritated as he steadied her and then let go of her arm.

”Look, let me walk with you back to the school. You’ve probably got a concussion from that fall and it would be terrible if you passed out in the snow on your way back.” He said to her, looking her full in the face. He wouldn’t back down from it now that he had made up his mind to escort her back to the castle. ”And hey, look, I’m sorry for being such an ass all the time okay? You just make it fun by fighting back instead of being a mindless coward like most of the rest of these kids.” He said, offering her one of his charming smiles. It was one of those smiles that normally made a girl weak at the knees.

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[MERCY]

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Mercy wanted nothing more than to get back to the school to get rid of the pounding in her head. She'd nearly slipped again when she felt someone grab her arm to steady her. Before she could even open her mouth to thank whoever it had been... he spoke. Resisting the urge to cringe, she turned to face Liam, intent on punching him in the face. He surprised her more than anything though and she stood there for a moment, eyeing him skeptically.

Most girls would have gone weak at the knees upon seeing Liam's smile, but not Mercy. His smile only seemed to make her more suspicious of him. "Why?" she asked him, pausing for a moment before continuing on her way. She didn't deny his offer though and let him catch up to her. This likely wasn't difficult for him; he was so much taller than she was.

"Since when do you care if anyone passes out in the middle of a snow storm?" she asked, peering up at him as she walked. Her slender brows came together in a look of curiosity and utter confusion. She couldn't help but wonder how hard she had really hit her head. Was she imagining things? Looking back ahead of them as they headed back toward the school, Mercy tried thinking of reasons as to why Liam would be offering to help her. Was it a trick? She swore, if he tried anything, she would murder him. If this really was him just being nice, she would have to have Madam Pomfrey check his head as well.

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Words: 326
Outfit: Clicky!
Tagged: Mercy <333
Notes: I think he's a bit too cocky xDDD
Status: Working!!

He had expected her not to be phased by his smile, this girl just never was like the others. They were admittidly brainless bimbos, even if some of them were in slytherin house. Liam often wondered if the only reason they were put in slytherin was because they thought that their good looks would get them farther in life. Honestly, that might be true in some places; Liam was willing to bet that if one of them approached his father at his office he would most likely take them in the back and do things to dishonor his marriage with his mother with the girl. It wouldn’t be a first time either.

Pulling his thooughts back to Mercy he grinned at her and shook his head. ”You really do think I have a heart as black as the ink you use on your quil don’t you?” It wasn’t as if he didn’t expect her to be miffed about his sudden change in demeanor, hell he wasn’t all too sure about it either but he was determined to see her to the castle and make sure she would definitely be in one piece for classes starting Monday. He knew from personal experience that concussions sucked especially when people were forcing you to stay awake when all you want to do is sleep.

”Okay look, I don’t want to see someone like you becoming a human popcicle or should that be a witch popcicle?” He grinned faintly at his attempt at a joke before saying ”Come on, Madame Pomfrey should really get a look at your head I’m sure if anyone can help you she can I mean remember how many times she helped out Harry Potter? She’s a miracle worker she is.” He knew he was just babbling when he mentioned Harry Potter, most slytherins cringe at the name but it had never really bothered Liam, mostly because he hadn’t supported Voldemort’s regime nor would he ever.

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