Some outside Hufflepuff House, particularly those first years who have had the unfortunate experience of crossing him, say that Klarion Horne isn't human--that he's a boggart, or some bizarre male veela, or a dragon turned into stone, recarved into human shape, and changed back to flesh.None of it, of course, is true: Klarion is human, if one with an occasional bit of a vindictive streak. However, to maintain his appearance as such takes careful work--and so, every morning, he takes the time to apply the trademark dark rifts around his eyes, and slick his hair back, teasing the 'horns' out of it.This being a weekend, he's slept in rather late, and so is only just now contemplating his typical cosmetics.
The sixth year boys' dormitory is a place Donna Paakkonen can often be found; not for any questionable reasons, but simply because that is where Quill Roth is, and Quill Roth is Donna's best friend. And betrothed, but that's another story entirely. Anyway, she bursts in, looking for him.
And lo and behold, there he is! Sprawled elegantly on one of the large cushions by the fire, as is his wont. He looks distinctly cat-like, for some reason, and more than a bit sleepy-eyed.
Klarion has only just gotten out of bed, as is his nature; he's wearing only black boxers, his makeup is missing, and his hair is ruffled and flattened. He takes no special care to hide himself from Donna, as he's judged her imperious nature, by now, only her nature, and not worth arguing against.Rather, he only rubs his eyes, shuffling through his clothes for yet another of his all-black-and-white outfits.Elsewhere, his cat, Teekl--orange and smug--is trying to recruit Quillian to pet him.
Donna blushes a bit when she spots Klarion, despite the fact this is hardly the first time she's burst in and found boys in a state of undress. Still, heedless of the fact they are not alone, she drapes herself artfully in Quill's lap. They look so pretty together, and could easily pass, she suspects, for brother and sister. Apparently Donna expects to be petted also, so Teekl has competition. "My darling, darling love, I hate the Headmaster forever and ever and ever. Amen."
Quill is quite able to pet both cat and girl simultaneously. How fortunate. He scritches behind Teekl's ears, and runs the fingers of his other hand through Donna's hair. "Whyever for, dearest?"He may appear to be oblivious of the other boy in the room, but in fact, Quill is rarely oblivious of anything.
In the background, Klarion is pulling on his new outfit, apparently paying no real attention to the quasi-intimacy happening elsewhere. He yawns, wide, while searching for his eyeshadow.Teekl purrs softly.
"He says Hogwarts doesn't need an assistant librarian, and I must find something else to do with my time when I leave." She pouts unhappily, but relaxes a little under the petting. If she were a cat, she too would be purring. "I detest him. I wanted that so badly."
He frowns, most displeased. "Blast. I thought that was nearly settled." Frown frown. "Hmm. Perhaps you can be my business partner as well, dearest. You are quite sensible, after all."Still frowning, he catches Klarion's search out of the corner of his eye. "Try the corner cabinet." he suggests mildly. "Jansson tends to put everything in there when he doesn't know where it belongs. Daft bugger."
"The fool," says Klarion dourly. "He will meet his destruction soon enough." This statement is entirely hyperbole: it's the sort of thing Klarion has an aptitude for saying in his off hours, particularly if something of his goes missing.He searches through the aforementioned cabinet, finally finding it, and begins to properly makeup his eyes.
"You'll need to get up earlier in the morning if you're going to destroy anyone," Donna says, mildly, and goes back to gazing pitifully up at her intended. "Quill, don't let me become a boring housewife, there's a good boy."
"My dear Horne, more people have intended to mete out destruction to that hapless fellow than you can imagine. He has abominably good luck." he smirks, still playing with Donna's hair and petting Teekl. Multitasker! "And as for you, lovely. A boring housewife would be utterly repulsive. I would never let you come to such a pass."
Klarion grumbles a moment, proceeding to force his hair flat and slicked back with copious amounts of hair gel. Careful tweaking of it, and the little horn-projections start to take shape."Nonetheless, I'm very much going to ensure that he recieves some sort of retribution. Even if it's only having all of his possessions filled with itching powder before he goes home at the end of this year."
Donna has no doubt that Klarion will get his vengeance, in whatever form it comes. Hufflepuffs are dedicated.
...Dedicated. Yes. *cough* >_>"You do that, Horne. I would be pleased to see it." he grins. "The rotter lost my favourite scarf last year. Not to be tolerated, that."
Klarion frowns, trying to get the right hair-projection to line up properly with the left. Meanwhile, Teekl is subtle trying to conquer a little more of Quillian's attention.
"Poor Quill-dear," Donna pets him. "I remember that scarf. It brought out your eyes so."
He sighs mournfully, almost wistful. He does love his clothing, the vain creature. "It did, didn't it. Such a waste. Bastard." He raises an eyebrow slightly at the odd boy with the strange hair, but he's used to it by now and doesn't ask. He does, however, oblige Teekl's desire for more petting, running his hand gently along the creature's spine.
Klarion finally resorts to using magic, fixing his hair into place with a few muttered transfigurations. After securing his wand back in a pocket, he proceeds to the final step of his appearance: black lipstick, which he applies carefully.Why, exactly, he does all this but has never even pierced his ears, he's never explained.Teekl pushes his possessiveness a little further, aiming to claim even more of Quillian's attention.
Donna makes do with mango flavoured lipgloss, and is a little bewildered by Klarion's theatrical appearance. But she makes no comment on it. "I'll buy you another even better suited to you, my darling."
"You are such a love, dearest. Whatever would I do without you?" he beams and pats her cheek. He gives Teekl an amused look, and obligingly scritches some more. "Your master is an odd duck, but I do believe I'm rather fond of you." he tells the cat cheerfully, not particularly caring whether said master hears him or not.
"I am not a duck," says Klarion, leaning towards them on the tip of his toes. "Perhaps some sort of overly-predatory penguin, but no duck."Hey, he does have a sense of humor. If not a very obvious one.
"I think you could pass for a penguin, at a distance."
He snickers quietly, still petting both feline and girl. "Rather large one, but perhaps."
The cat nyaos agreeably with that.