Lilia rolled her eyes once again at his ridiculous and immature comments. She sighed and released the hold on her glare. She was trully getting a bit tired of that. "Pfft. That's very mature of you. Occupying your time mocking someone else. Why don't you just grow up, Malone?" She actually cracked a smile at his next words. No one could be so utterly ridiculous. She rolled her eyes again, this time a laugh in her voice. As if she were actually having fun. She cleared her throat and tried to make her words as mocking as possible. "I was being sarcastic, idiot. Macho Man doesn't even begin to describe you. You're more like...Peewee." This was not true. Evan had a good body...hell, he had a great body. But Lilia was not about to accept something like that. She would just leave it at what she could make up...though her insults and comebacks were becoming scarce. His words ceased to hurt her feelings, though. Say whatever he wanted, he had no idea how many guys would fall at Lilia's feet. She was an attractive girl, and she was especially good with words and persuasion. "You must be comparing myself to you," she answered, "I mean, look at you. Who could possibly be more feminine that that?" She smirked. Terrible comeback...too terrible...but it made her laugh.

She continued to stare at him, at his sudden uneasiness, his random stillness, his averting of the eyes...his voice...everything about him at that precise moment. Her heart beat steady fast and hard. Her white cheeks filled with a pink blush. She swallowed hard to talk, still staring at him. "Are you...feeling okay?" She asked. The tone of her voice was bewildered, but shockingly calm...not her usual voice, with him.

She held up a hand to stop him from speaking any more. She shook her head, her head throbbed painfully. "It's exactly what you meant to say. Don't p-pretend like it's all of a sudden not true. It's fine, though, if what you really want to see is me dead...your wish just might come true." Her head buzzed. Her heart shattered. Why did it hurt her so much? So he wanted her dead...big deal. Or was it? The only thing Lilia knew was that she was going to make him pay for ever having treated her the way he did. She wouldn't look at him anymore. She was sick and tired of Evan's insults and provocations. She shook her head. "I don't care if you think I'm fun to be around or not! Point is, we are stuck together, there is nothing you can do about it, there is nothing I can do about it, so just shut up and DEAL with it!" Her hands were balled into fists. It took all her strength not to aim a punch at his white teeth. How she would have loved to break them at that moment. She sniffed lightly and shook her head in disgust. And there he went again with his desperate wish to see her dead. It was like a thousands knives stabbing her in the stomach. Her back still to him, she made to walk away. "...I will...thanks for the suggestion. I deserved death from the moment you cursed me with your prejudiced title, anyway. But you...you don't even know me...just remember that when my funeral day comes. If your lucky, that day may be some time next week." And with that, she walked out the grand school doors again, the tears finally bursting out of her tired and restraining sapphire blue eyes.

Lilia stared at him for a moment, surprise and curiosity slightly etched in her face. Well...he was right, when he put it that way. She, too, refused to live a cliché. It was a very small part of the reason she hated the idea of this arranged marriage...she hated the idea of being with one person forever. But Lilia was not about to agree with Evan. Instead she smiled slightly, pity forced into the glint of her blue eyes. "What are you, Peter Pan?" she asked with a low snicker. It was lame of her, even she felt it. She knew she was going to get a terrible come-back for that, but frankly, she didn't really care. His sefl-centered immaturity was starting to grow on her...when he wasn't cruel. She bit her lip when he didn't react to what she said. But, of course he wouldn't. Her words were weak, lame intentions of hurting his feelings...they weren't going to work on him. She cleared her throat slightly and looked away. He was so annoying...

Something was very odd...something was off. Something seemed to...change. She swallowed and looked away. The way he looked was suddenly too much to bare. "Just...what?" she asked warily, her voice so soft.

She shook her head. Why wouldn't he say anything? His silence made her feel as if she truly was worthless. Lilia couldn't see Evan's face, but all she knew was that he could have been laughing silently at her pained reactions. She wouldn't hold it against him...he'd been hurting her one year after another. She refused to take it anymore. Lilia blinked twice and let out a reluctant sigh. "Just the fact that I have to spend the rest of my life with you...it's driving me insane. I won't be able to stand you, I may end up killing you." It was a stupid, immature thing to say. But she didn't care. It's what she felt...or at least, what she wanted to feel.

She glared at him. That was a really idiotic thing to say. Was he against the muggles? Lilia wasn't. She was neutral in everything, but she personally thought that muggles were...did she dare say it...fascinating. She lifted her chin and glared at him. "What kind of person are you? There is nothing wrong with muggles. It doesn't matter how much of a 'slytherin' I may be, I refuse to treat muggles and muggleborns like the shit everyone insists they are!" She stared at him for a second. Or perhaps it was ten seconds. But all too soon, her face lit up in a smile and a musical laugh escaped her lips. A real laugh. "Wow. No comment, Malone, just...no comment."

She couldn't stare at him anymore. Emotion that she couldn't describe began rising in her throat. She had to look away. But at the same time, she really wanted to know what Evan was going to say. He was going to say something. "No...tell me. I won't..." she froze. He didn't want to say anything...what was the point?

She bit her lip. She could have done it...she could have just killed him. She hated him enough. She was equipped with all the right materials. There was nothing against killing now. She was a slytherin...it was pretty much what she was trained to do. But she couldn't do it...she couldn't see him dead, for some reason. Not now...not ever. She shook her head, not saying anything. "All right...you do that. You do whatever you want. I don't care anymore. I never cared. Whatever. I just hope i never have to see you again."