Class #4: G&S / 6&7

[Maylene Bell]

Well, fuck. She hadn't thought about that, to be honest, and he was pretty freaking tall, and she was so not going to make a fool out of herself right now trying to jump up and reach the camera now held way out of her reach. So instead, May morphed her face into an expression of irritation, and held out her hand. "Give it back...you," she demanded, fully aware that the impact of her words was lost by the lack of knowledge of his last name, but not really caring that much. "I really don't want to have to use magic, okay?

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[raidenrosier]

"You don't want to use magic," he repeated in that tone of voice he'd used on her in the beginning. Mocking and amused. That was the best threat she could manage? He was the one who should be spitting that out. He didn't want to hurt her, but if she kept getting on his nerves like that, he couldn't be held responsible/accountable for what she provoked. "And I don't want to snap your neck," he leaned down slightly to look her in the eye. "How's that for quid pro quo?" He didn't get a hard on from threatening girls, but Merlin, this was getting tedious and boring. She wasn't leaving though. Gryffindor qualities had never been so vexing to him. "And it's Raiden Rosier."You ignorant fuck. was left unvoiced, but the sentiment was there.

[Maylene Bell]

"Great, thanks for the tip," May snapped sarcastically, mentally cursing herself for not knowing his last name before. Of course he'd be a Rosier, though. Like...she assumed Donny was his brother or some sort of relative? Both assholes. Of course he was; she should've guessed. "Would this be an impasse?

[/color]" she mused aloud, leaning back against the table behind her, glaring up at him, and his arms raised above his head, holding her camera, with the damn picture that she needed and the reason she'd even gotten into this mess in the first place. Damn her need to take up on dares. "Well, Raiden, I don't plan on going anywhere anytime soon, and I'm betting those arms of yours are going to start getting really heavy in a minute. So I'll just wait right here for that to happen,[/color]" she told him smugly, not bothering to hide her amusement from her face, and fully aware that she was playing with fire. But that just made it all the more fun. Tell me, while we wait, what is it about you that is bothered oh, so much by a picture being taken of you?[/color]"[/color][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[raidenrosier]

This had gone on long enough. It had been amusing, irritating and entertaining for a while, but now Raiden was ready to go back to his seat and ignore everyone else. This tiny girl would probably not be okay with the course of action he'd decided on approaching, but tough luck. She should've weighed all the possible repercussions before approaching him. That was the problem with Gryffindors. They didn't think things through before diving head-first into situations that couldn't end well. How was this going to end badly? Simple. He wasn't going to snap her neck and he wasn't going to even be violent. He was going to do one simple thing. Swiftly, he brought his arm down and powerfully against the surface of his deck, smirking in pleasure when he heard and felt the camera crack on his hand. "Now this is what I call an impasse."

[Maylene Bell]

May wasn't sure what she had been expecting when she'd said that. Definitely for him to blow up or something, right? Like, explode, start screaming, maybe even curse her in some way or the other. But she had her wand ready. Under her crossed arms, May was already fingering the slim piece of wood in her pocket that she'd swiftly pick up and defend herself. But as she watched Rosier bring his arm down in what seemed like slow-motion to her, and slam her camera against the table in front of them, her jaw dropped.

He should not have done that.

With speed only a trained beater could have achieved, and with the obvious determination and efficiency that only practice with siblings could have brought her, May dropped her hands and flew her fist up to smack straight into the boy's nose, hearing a defining, satisfactory crunch under her hand, and then taking her wand again, to point it at the camera that he'd dropped. "Reparo" she muttered, picking it up after it had pieced itself back together. She didn't know about the film but...she didn't want it anyway. She'd had enough of this jerk. "My apologies. Your version of impasse just doesn't work for me," she stated coldly, before turning around and walking back over to Olivia.

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[raidenrosier]

He should've expected it. Should have expected her striking reaction and the quickness with which she hit. He'd just broken her camera. It was an impulse not many people could resist and she wasn't on that small percentage. Of course not. She was a Gryffindor. They thrived off that stuff. Him knowing it didn't stop the explosion of pain behind his eyes and it didn't stop the immediate flow of blood. Fuck. Was it broken? He'd have to go to Pomfrey's and she was going to ask and it was going to be one big shit. Something they could have avoided if she hadn't been so damn stubborn. The punch knocked him into his seat, but he was out of it in no time and stalking out of the classroom, leaving his things behind.

One thing was for certain though:

This was far from over.

[Maylene Bell]

Alright, maybe she had to admit that she was kind of edgy as she sat back down on her seat and set the camera in front of her, holding it firmly and watching Rosier out of the corner of her eye. Her blow had knocked him down onto his seat, she noted proudly, but then he stood up and stormed out of the classroom without a glance her way. Blowing a breath through her lips that she didn't know she'd been holding, May turned to Livvy with raised eyebrows, eyes wide. That went well," she commented cheerfully, flashing her a bright smile, and holding out the camera to her, deciding not to point out the fact that the pictures may have been damaged beyond 'reparo' "I think it's safe to say I won."

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[olivia]

Maylene had just punched a big, angry, Slytherin guy.

Maylene had just punched a big, angry, Slytherin guy.

...Maylene had just punched a big, angry, Slytherin guy.

Olivia stared at her friend owlishly, trying to process what had just happened. Had Maylene just seriously punched that guy? Seriously? In the middle of a class room? She'd known Maylene was spunky and courageous and all that, but even that was pushing it! "Won?" Olivia repeated squeakily. "May, you just freaking punched that guy. Did you see the look on his face before he left? Because I did, and it was not a happy look, May. It was not a happy look at all and you know when guys like him get not-happy looks, they mean it which means you're probably in huge trouble and, also, the Professor probably noticed and you'll end up getting a detention and a crap ton of points knocked off but that's not important because I'd like to emphasize the fact that the boy just gave you a not-happy look which means he's going to get revenge!"

[/color] she exclaimed all in one breath, breathing in sharply afterwards and continuing to stare at Maylene as if she'd lost her mind. Which Olivia was starting to think she had because, honestly, only those who were completely off their rocker did stuff like that. So yes. Maylene was officially, certifiably insane.

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[Maylene Bell]

May quirked her eyebrow at her friend freaking out, and laughed a little. She couldn't help it. Oh, Livvy was overreacting. "Come on, Livs. What can he honestly do to me? He's sixteen!" she exclaimed, trying to soothe Olivia. Well, fine, maybe he was one of those typical Slytherin troublemakers that could maybe...okay, probably dealt with dark arts and stuff, but whatever. Bring it, she thought, but decided not to say this out loud, in fear of freaking Olivia out more. "Really, chill. But, hey, I got the picture!"

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[olivia]

Okay, telling Olivia Thompson to not freak out about something like this was like telling her not to breathe; impossible. Unless you shoved her into the lake, but that was...besides the point. Sighing in exasperation when May seemed to take this a little too lightly, Olivia glanced over at the professor and panicked a little when she saw that she was coming over. "Great, you got the picture, wonderful. Now you're going to get the camera and he's going to sick his posse on you and you'll get hurt and wind up in the hospital wing and it's all my fault." She sighed dramatically and shook her head. "Seriously though, the things you get into May. If he does do something, then I reserve the right to say I told you so,"

[/color] she sniffed rather huffily. Because everyone knows I-told-you-sos are the best.

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[Maylene Bell]

You worry too much, Liv," May replied simply, clicking her tongue a little, and watching the professor come over to the back of the class where they were sitting. But before she arrived, she turned to Livvy once more and said, under her breath, "Copyrights reserved. Just don't get me any cards if I do end up there. Just food." Then she looked up at the professor, who had by now reached them, and wasn't looking pleased whatsoever, and grinned brightly up at her.

"Same time, same place, Professor?

[/color]" May asked cheekily. "But if you must know, he was being an ass first.[/color]" Oh, she was asking for it, wasn't she?[/color][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[dani]

Dani breezed into the room with barely any time left, after hastily kissing Sammy goodbye and heading for her girls. She passed some boys on her way, politely saying hello, but not paying attention to their faces. She had a man, and it wasn't them. When she reached May and Lividest, May was in apparently a heated conversation with the Professor, and Dani slid into the seat next to Liv, blowing her a kiss. She leaned in and whispered in Liv's ear, "What's going on?"

Yeesh, she's a little later than usual one day and she misses everything.


Typical.

[Professor Aurora Sinistra]

"Miss Bell!" The Professor narrowed her eyes at the Gryffindor student who had just punched - yes, punched - another student during class. Rosier, to be exact. And now Bell was grinning at her cheekily like that, as if detention wouldn't mean a thing to her, and Sinistra's eyes narrowed even more. "I don't care for the particulars," she informed her curtly. "You've earned yourself a detention, yes, as you well guessed. Additionally," she couldn't help adding, almost smirking, "you've also lost Gryffindor ten points." She did so enjoy deducting points from that house, and it was the hotheads like this girl right here that made it so easy for her to do. Rosier had already stalked off, hopefully to the Hospital Wing, but that was his business as far as she was concerned. Sniffing, she swept back to the front of the class, calling a stern "I'll see you after school today, Miss Bell," over her shoulder in reminder.

POINT COUNT

TALLY	Gryffindor	Ravenclaw	Hufflepuff	Slytherin
Attendance	15	00	00	05
Earned	-10	00	00	00
Total	05	00	00	05