[OPEN]Asleep on the desk

[marieannetteisoul]

"Sing me a lulaby..."

She was asleep. The books were scattered around the table, open as if someone was actually reading them, however the owner of said books was, although in front of them, not actually looking at them. She wasn't looking at anything right now, save for the back of her eyelids. There was a very good reason as to why Marie was fast asleep on the library table (although the librarian probably wouldn't care for it if she caught Marie now). She's been up last night, the night before and the night before that until one thirty in the morning. One thirty! It was that stupid Arithmacy. The class was getting onto a harder bit, and however hard she tried she just wasn't getting it. It was, in fact, her Arithmacy text books and notes spewed out in front of her now. These hideous books which were the reason that Marie was leaning over the table, her head resting on both the polished oak wood and the soft material of her black robe sleeves, her blond hair all messed around her head. She was also snoring very lightly. You couldn't hear her unless you were standing right next to her, but she was snoring. She needed a good sleep.

"Peeves!" Marie had screamed at him as he floated around her head, annoying the hell out of her. Earlier today she had been in the courtyard reading her Arithmacy and Peeves wouldn't quit bugging her. If she had been able to, she would have slapped him good and hard. He had to be a bloody ghost, didn't he. She's slammed her book shut and stormed off, only to have him follow her chanting "Silly little snake, brainy box snake" down the corridor with her. It was really childish, and to be honest didn't make that much sense. How could she be silly and a brainy box? But she was to annoyed with him to really care at that moment. She headed straight for the Library, and, just as she had expected, as she went through the doors Peeves moaned and floated off, muttering something that sounded like "Stupid snakes are no fun". She had half a mind to come in here and try and look up to see if there were any spells that worked on ghosted, but quickly changed her mind. Arithmacy was more important.

The trouble was, she was so tired (which was probably the reason she hadn't been calmer around Peeves) that she just couldn't concentrate. She had set out her few notes and her large text book, opened it up to the chapter that were studying and started reading it. When she looked up at the clock and realized she been staring at the same page for ten minutes and hadn't taken anything in that Marie realized she needed a break. She was just going to close her eyes for a second. Just a seco...

[aleurameshi]

He knew it would be best to get a little bit of studying in before he would have to work hard in classes. Often causing trouble had left his mind in a bit of a state where he couldn't remember what he needed finished for which class. It was decided he would spend this day studying in the library for however many hours it took for him to be prepared. His friends had tried to talk him out of it but he merely smiled and told them that he needed to be preparing for next year when they'd be taking their OWLs. His parents would be eager to see his results, he just knew it, and would be disappointed if he didn't do well.

Alexander 'Alex' McEvoy scanned through the book shelves, taking a few books here and there from each section to study. Two books for every class he had. Maybe he was going a little over board...But it couldn't be helped. He needed to study once in a while and this was his first once in a while of the year. A little unfortunate it was but he had to start somewhere. When he came upon the section for books on potions, his nose wrinkled in light disgust for the class was not exactly his favorite. He would rather prefer Herbology or even Transfiguration over Potions any day.

His arms were filled with the many books and he decided it was time to find somewhere to sit. Unfortunately, he could not see over the large stack and he came to the first table he could find, the books toppling over onto the table with a bit of a thud. He froze, biting his lip and fearing the librarian would come and scold him. He waited several fearful minutes before slowly moving. He noticed a girl was there and one of his books had fallen so close to where her head had rested in her sleep. He hoped he had not hit her and he was afraid that she would be quite angry and begin to yell at him. He was silent, staring at her to see what she would do...If she even woke up from her slumber upon her books.

[marieannetteisoul]

"What the..?" Marie woke up with a start, almost jumping from her chair. Her hand was half way to her wand, instinctively, when she realized what had happened. Both her hands went straight to her heart as she breathed in quickly and deeply. For a second her hand began to go for her wand, tucked into her robes, but then she stopped. It's OK, she was still here - she had a slight headache, and a stiff neck - but she was OK. The Library, that's where she was. It took her a second to regain her composure, calm her breathing and her nerves and she closed her eyes for a moment to relax again. Then she looked around for the cause of the disturbance, half expecting it to be Peeves again, although knowing that he couldn't really make that noise, and half expecting it to be the Librarian, slamming down a book to wake her from her sleep. That one seemed more likely. What she didn't expect to see was a young 3rd year Hufflepuff and his books a mere few inches from where her face had previously been.

She looked at the boy, and noted the worry in his face - but she didn't care. She frowned and stared at him, angry to be woken up with such a fright. She was tempted to carry on reaching for her wand and hex the boy to Timbuck-two, but she decided against it, even if it was an appealing idea. Instead she settled for the growl and scowl technique. "What the Merlin did you do that for?" She asked him, her voice low but fierce and firm. She was in the Library, after all, and she didn't want the bloody Librarian shoving her out. She scowled at him and folded her arms. She was always grumpy when she had just woken up, but now she was worse. Bloody boy, with his stupid books. Should have been more careful. Could have hit me! And Marie voiced the last thought - before the boy could answer the first question - raising her voice ever so slightly, with more anger in it. "You could have hit me, idiot!"

But she was beginning to calm down a bit, her anger subsiding but the annoyance still playing a center role in her head. She wasn't going to let him of the hook that easy, after all, he almost hit her on the head! Those books were big and heavy, she could have been out like a light for ages! She could have even been killed! Her mind began to exaggerate the facts and she scowled at him again, her eyes locking onto his to intimidate him more. A few people were staring, but the Librarian hadn't come over yet. Marie didn't care for those people right now, for all she cared they could go and stuff.. "Well?" she breathed out, impatiently.

[aleurameshi]

As soon as the word 'Well' slipped past her lips, Alex bowed his head, biting his lip hard.

"I'm so sorry! I'm really really sorry!" he apologized, his voice not raising too loud.

He didn't mean for the books to drop near her. It was a total accident and he wished that he had not chosen that day to study all of a sudden. But there was nothing else he could do. He reached and began to gather the books into two separate piles to make sure nothing else could happen. He looked briefly at each book and determined that he could put a few classes in one pile, another few in another. It was tough not studying during the summer. This was just his luck.

His green eyes looked passed his eyelashes as he was picking up the books, looking forward to the girl across from him. She looked older than him, but not by much. From what he could tell, she was not in his house. That much he was able to figure out. Other than that, he was unable to say much about this mysterious, and previously sleeping, girl.

"Again...I'm really sorry..." he muttered softly, loud enough for her to hear him. "I really really am sorry..."

[nikolas]

He was back at Hogwarts. The co-ed school that he both loved and despised. He was back and his return was more significant than any other. Gone not the summer, but three years. Sent off to Durmstrong when his father learned he had broke family tradition. Housed a Ravenclaw instead of a Slytherian. His grandparents had been furious, blaming his secrative mudblood mother for the attrocity. For a couple months of his first year he had been jealous, watching spineless children flounce around in Slytherian robes while everyday he had to don his house colors of blue, not green. But by the middle of his second year, he was truly proud to be called a Ravenclaw. Hell, he could still annoy the unworthy Slytherians, along with a couple from the other houses. Not to mention the tykes who ran around learning how float a fricken feather. Disincluding his sister's little clan. Except her boyfriends. Second year boyfriends, easily intimidated by a sixth year who looked old enough to be one of the teachers. A snicker crested the teen's lips at the very thought and hands folded together, a series of loud cracks following the delicate folding under of each finger. Pleasant fantasies dancing through his mind.

Suddenly he found himself standing in the entrance to the library. Immediatly he became cautious. It wouldn't do for certain people to see him lurking in here. Especially if he was caught studying. An almost invisible shudder rippled down his spine and dark brown eyes darted around anxiously. Alas, the place was free of anyone he knew, and therefore safe to enter, study, or just find a good read. Nikolas strode forward and into the luxorious, enormous room filled with books. Elegant coffee coloured fingers roamed the spines like they were old friends, even if he had read none of them nor would he like to. "Boils and their cures" didn't sound very appealing, to him or anyone he knew. A roll of the eyes and he began to head back to where the books on venom and poisons used to be. Whether they still were or not was yet to be determined. His foot steps were quiet, as was the library since he had just missed Peeves. Thank the Gods. And yet the comfortable lack of sound was prodded by a thud of books onto wood somewhere nearby. Followed closely by a girl screaming about some one else's idiocy. Curiosity drew him closer in time to hear a male voice apologizing profusely. No fun in that. But he should at least see the fiesty girl so eager to verbally lash a moron.

Casually he grabbed a random book from the shelves and strolled around a bookshelf. A wooden table with a younger boy looking meak and apologetic while a slightly older girl glowered at him angerily. Dark eyes darted between the two and a small smile tugged at the edge of his lips. With little prompt or small talk he plopped himself into a chair across the table from the third year and a chair or two down from the Slytherian. Briefly he glanced at the book in his hands, pleased to notice it was one of the ones he needed for transfiguration. Easily he leaned back in his chair and drummed his long fingers on the book cover, dark eyes sweeping a look over the blond hufflepuff before moving on quickly to examine the fifth year. Well, he guessed she was a fifth year, maybe a sixth if she was young looking or even a fourth if she held the air of maturity like he did. [Makes you wanna puke huh?]

Nikolas offered a handsome smile with just a hint of wolfish prospect. "Name's Nikolas. You?" a glitter to his eyes. She was pretty, the blonde hair that framed her face in beautifying contrast to her dark eyes. A mix of annoyance and amusement passed through his eyes as he directed his gaze toward the boy, short and yet to his growth-spurt. For a moment he nearly asked the kid's name, but then decided against it. Choosing instead to ignore him and direct his attention toward the Slytherian. He wondered if she spoke parseltongue ... as did he. He also wondered if she had a boyfriend and what she might be wiling to do to the little kid seated across the table. All the while his hands toyed with the book, although not disrespectfully. He remembered the librarian to be a real witch, in the muggle term.


OOC -- Tell me if you'd rather close this thread to Marie & Alex only.
First post with him ... ish alright ...

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[marieannetteisoul]

She was still angry. So what he's apologized. Apologies don't take away the fact that he had almost hit her with a book. Even if it was by accident. She boar her eyes into his as he spoke, trying to intimidate him more. She gave him a look of stone, although she decided to leave her wand in her robes. It wasn't worth the trouble, hexing some idiot; the bloody librarian could come over and she would have to explain to Dumbledore - who would never understand. No, better to just stare and scare. "Sorry doesn't take back the fact that you almost hit me." She reminded him. She was going to prolong this for a long as possible - he was never going to make the mistake of crossing her again.

She was focusing only on the boy and therefore she didn't see the Ravenclaw boy come to wards the table. It wasn't until he moved the chair the she noticed him. Taking her concentration of the Hufflepuff for a moment she glanced at him. Dirran.. Dyran.. something like that. She could think of his name at that moment, but she really didn't care. She half expected him to attack her for attacking the Huffle, something she wouldn't have stand for, but then she saw his expression. He didn't seem to care about her attack, but rather he seemed interested in it. Well, whatever - he didn't bother her. She was going to just ignore him and carry on with her attack on the Hyfflepuff, but then he had to go and speak to her. "Name's Nikolas. You?". Great, another distraction from her rant. She glared at the Ravenclaw, annoyed that he had interrupted her. She didn't want to answer him, because he didn't seem to be worth a reply - not just yet.

She was toying with what to do with both boys, whether to continue scaring the young Huffle and whether to acknowledge the Ravenclaw. Her arms were still tightly folded around her waist, anger and annoyance still spread across her face, but she wasn't talking. She was going to let the situation unfold by its self. Marie glanced at the Ravenclaw again. Nikolas. Well, it wasn't Dyran then.. unless that was his last name. Oh Merlin, what the hell did she care? For a second she took in his face, the glint in his eyes and the slight cocky smile on his face, before she turned back to the boy, unfolding her arms for just a second to push back her blonde hair for the millionth time today, and took in his posture. He had been stacking the books, trying to avoid her eyes she imagined, into two piles. He seemed nervous and worried. Good, that was exactly what she wanted.

OOC - its ok, the more the merrier. XD Oh, and sorry for the short post, I have a lack of muse since I had to stop in the middle of writing it 3 times. XD

[aleurameshi]

Alex swallowed hard as he saw the older Ravenclaw come over. It seemes his attention was completely on the girl in front of him, who he guessed was a Slytherin from the way she treated him and then the way she was acting at the current moment. He tried to continue working on stacking his books but he heard the boy acknowlege the girl across from him and he rolled his eyes. To Alex, it would be just like home: Some horney boy wanting to get all over some pretty girl. Very cliche and very much like home.

He continued to attempt to ignore it as he listened to things become silent. He slowly brought his eyes up, continuing to work, to see the girl was looking at the older boy before her eyes flashed over to him. He swallowed again, looking at the girl for a few moments before flashing his eyes down, focusing on his work. It was strange for him to get all flustered because some pretty girl looked over at him. It made him a little uncomfortable and he tried to kill down the pink blush on his cheeks.

Once his work was done, he took a pile of books and transfered them to a nearby table, walking back and taking the second pile over as well. There. Now he wouldn't be interrupting the Ravenclaw's attempts to flirt with the fiery Slytherin. It was quite entertaining to watch from afar since she still hadn't said anything and it almost looked as if they could be having a staring contest. The Hufflepuff brought himself to tear his eyes away from them, looking down at he opened a book. However, he didn't exactly shut his ears...

[nikolas]

Nikolas felt his lips twitch with distaste and his fingers drum just a little too hard on the book in his hands as he was ignored. Completely ignored! White teeth bit into the side of his mouth as dark brown eyes examined her a little closer. Was there a reason beside his house that she had declined to answer him? Maybe she preffered to abuse the third year instead of actually have a civilized conversation with someone. Anger, like king cobra, rose inside his chest and flamed, making his eyes brun and smolder. But his rage cooled with the Hufflepuff quickly transfering his books from their table to another one. The little kiddie didn't want to play with the big kids. Especially one who bit with venom. Smoothly, Nikolas scooted his chair away from the table and stood up, with no intention to leave.

One shoed foot upon the seat of the chair and placing is butt upon the table. A faint push of his legs and pull of his arms and he slid across the table to the opposite side. Promptly he yanked out the chair directly across from the Slytherian and plopped into it. He slid his book from across the table and began toying with it again. His eyes slid from the girl to the younger boyover at the next table and with an exasperated sigh spoke, "Either leave him alone, or hex him and be done with it." Nikolas couldn't help but feel vagually annoyed and disgusted that some twerp was getting more attention than he. A flaring of his nostrils made his frustration evident to the girl, but alas, the child had left to study his feather leviating, and maybe they could have a conversation now.




OOC - crappy post, sorreh!

[marieannetteisoul]

As the third year moved to another desk Marie felt pride inside her. She had managed to successfully frighten the boy away, and a smile crept onto her face. She watched him go, ignoring the Ravenclaw boy altogether. It wasn't his house that made her ignore him, it was the fact that he was unwelcome and a stranger. She felt there to be no need for her to talk to him, and if she felt not need to do something then she wouldn't do it. However, out of the corner of her eye she spotted the boy stand up. At first she though he was going to leave, and finally Marie would be able to get on with her studying, feeling a bit less tired after her nap. But no, instead he slid himself across the table, ending up in a chair sitting next to Marie. it was a bloody good thing they were in a very cornered off section of the Library, or the Librarian would be having kittens will all the rules they were breaking, albeit only minor rules.

She watched him slide across the table, only missing taking her books with him by a few centimeters, and frowned. Show off. She didn't like show-offs, however good looking they were. And on further inspection of the boy she decided that he was very good looking. But that wasn't going to distract her from her annoyance. She wasn't distracted that easily. She didn't talk to him, but merely watched him move. She was calmer, less angry, and altogether happier now she believed that the case with the Hufflepuff was solved, however her anger rose upon the Ravenclaws next words, "Either leave him alone, or hex him and be done with it.".

Marie scowled at her, her hair falling in front of her face as she refolded her arms around her waist. Who did he this he was, telling her what to do? She didn't need instructions from some good for nothing Ravenclaw, that was for sure. And she voiced her thoughts, anger dripped into her words and spread on her previously calm face. "Who the heck do you thing you are, telling me what to do?" She had half a mind to slap him, and another half to hex him. But as always she sat back, scowling. She wasn't about to use brute magic without a real reason, and an annoying Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff wasn't a good enough reason. She didn't bother to push back her hair, she just let it fall past her ears and down the side of her face. She really was getting annoyed with all these stupid people coming and disturbing her.

[aleurameshi]

Alex swallowed hard at the Ravenclaw's disgusted, harsh words about the girl hexing him. It would be just his luck to be hexed within the first short while of the term. It wasn't as if he meant to drop his books on her table near her head. He almost wondered if this was karma getting back at him for not studying over the summer. He didn't ponder it too much as he watched the girl spit hateful words back at the male. It was an interesting verbal fight and he hoped that it would only remain verbal...In the sense of no wands, no fists, no mysterious hexes.

The third year Hufflepuff had to often remind himself that most verbal fights in Hogwarts had to do with wands and the different spells that had horrible side effects and even worse backfires. He hadn't gotten into a magical fight yet and, quite frankly, he was deathly afraid. He would rather get into a fight with fists flying and blood falling from his mouth. Magic was still a subject that sort of scared him since he still wasn't too accepting toward it. But no matter, he had friends who were magical and though he has accepted them doesn't mean he's accepted magic altogether.

Alex suddenly thought about leaving the two to bicker amongst themself until the Librarian came and yelled at them a bit. He didn't want to end up in the middle of things...But another part of him wanted to stay and see the conclusion to this interesting squabble. He didn't want to be disappointed with some sort of mushy ending...But he didn't want to see any sort of fight either. He reached his hand slowly into his pocket, gripping his wand as he looked back down at a book he had brought down and opened up. He would interfere if he found it needed...Though he'd probably cause more trouble than anything since he wasn't quite as experienced as his upperclassmen.

[nikolas]

Nikolas felt himself grow angry at her words, at her reaction to his former words. Granted, it had been a stupid thing to do, telling a girl "what to do". But he'd only been meaning to get her attention [not her rage] focused on him. I mean, what good looking, self-respecting sixth year boy liked being ignored in favor of a kid three years younger? None, that's the bloody damn who. Shit, it was her fault for ignoring him in the first place! Yes, thats exactly right. Her fault. With this thought process complete, Nikolas felt his anger at her indignant responce cool and instead his own pride swell, the bruise she had inflicted on it smarting dangerously. Hmph. He had half a mind to draw his wand and hex both her and the kid until they were the laughing stock of the entire school. That was the wonderful thing about magic. In the muggle world, it was rude and inhuman to fight with a girl. Here in the wizarding realm, a girl could put power behind her spells and attack just as easily as a guy could. No gender differances. He could blast her ass to the Quidditch feild and no one would think little of him for it. Such a pleasurable thought.

Nikolas let his anger flame, tending it with vile thoughts against the girl and her words ringing loudly in his ears. A minute after she had spoken, the time it had taken to come to their conclusions and to fume in responce, he controlled his tongue no longer. "I think I'm a civilized guy, trying to have a civilized conversation with a civilized girl. You know, I say something, you reply without insults, we get to know each other without blasting the other with spells and getting angry." he raised an eyebrow at her. Did she need help figuring out how to have a decent conversation? Should he, I dunno, say something and then tell her what a normal person would reply with? Damn, and he thought Slytherians knew more than getting offended and blasting off spells needlessly. Maybe it was true that Ravenclaws were the only house with any brains. Sad thought considering how few pretty Ravenclaw girls there were. And often too obsessed with their studies to even think about dating. Maybe Nikolas was destined to remain dateless just as he'd been when he'd gone to the all boys school, Durmstrong. Stupid and idiotic.

Casually he leaned back in his chair, examining her the hundreth time in the last five minutes. The almost white blonde hair that hung so thick about her fair face, off-set by those dark eyes. He had to admit he was captivated by those eyes. She used make-up, eyeliner he believed, to make them appear even darker and it was a stunning picture. He'd like to know what her figure was like but the damned Hogwarts robes never did a girl justice. In fact, more often than not, it was an insult to them, having to cover up those curves ... now he was getting ahead of himself. Trying to put his thoughts off the more intimant view of the female gender he looked over the third year, biting his tongue to keep from smiling. The tyke was "concentrating" on his school work with one hand in his robes, probably clutching his wand so tight his knuckles were white. Comical. Was he afraid that he or the girl was about to suddenly throw a spell his way, or that he'd have to stop a fight between himself and the Slytherian. What a cute wittle boy. Reminded Nikolas annoyingly of his soft and stupid little brother. Thank god he wouldn't be around when that moron got accepted to Hogwarts. He wasn't sure he'd be able to stand the embarrasment.

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[marieannetteisoul]

She didn't like him. She'd only known him for what, five minuets? And she already didn't like him. It was just a bad time and place; she may well have found him very nice if that had met when she wasn't tired and angry already, but they hadn't and she was. Usually Marie preferred silence, it was a good work environment, but she didn't like the silence that followed her question because to her it felt awkward and much too long in a tense situation like this. She shifted in her seat, to stubborn to end the silence herself but wanting to bring some movement to the room to help ease the awkwardness, even if it was only sub-consciencelessly. Finally the boy spoke, and Marie sighed inwardly but kept a stern and unmoving expression externally. "I think I'm a civilized guy, trying to have a civilized conversation with a civilized girl. You know, I say something, you reply without insults, we get to know each other without blasting the other with spells and getting angry." - Bastard. She was now going to judge him from the five minutes she had known him as an egotistic bastard, and as they say; first impressions are everything. You never get another chance at a first impression (except in the movies).

Then she gave in. She was to tired to be bothered anymore. It was sudden, unexpected even on her part, and strange. She didn't usually give in this randomly. She was having a bad day, little sleep and a lot of annoyance and distractions to get her worked up. Marie slumped onto the chair, were she had been previously sitting straight and stern, and let her hands fall limp onto her sides. She let a sigh escape and rolled her eyes at he world, raising her head and almost looking to the heavens for help with her day. Then she pushed her self forward and leaned her head on her hand, one elbow on the table, the other arm on her lap under the table. She raised her eyebrows (she had never been able to do the raise one eyebrow thing), looking at Nikolas, and spoke in a I-just-cannot-be-bothered tone of voice, "You know what, mate? I really cant be bothered to do this right now. I've had a crappy day so please excuse my behavior which just so isn't up to your standards," Her words dripped with sarcasm.

Marie moved, pushing her self up and leaning both elbows on the table, her body facing the center of the table but her head resting on her shoulder, facing him. her eyebrows were still raised, this time asking whether he was going to try and protest or irritate her anymore. She wasn't going to go - she sat down first, her books were here, she had to work. If he didn't like her behavior he should leave, not her. But to be honest she no longer cared one way other the other. She didn't care what he did, or said, she didn't care about the Hufflepuff anymore, Marie had almost forgotten about him, and she didn't care about her work. She was just going to sit there and no care about anything. That seemed right for the mood she was in.

[aleurameshi]

OoC: I will let you two post another round before I post seeing as Alex can't really do much. He's sort of watching at the moment and that's about it.

[nikolas]

If only that damned little brat hadn't woken her up so cruelly and put her in this horrid mood. Hell, they might have had one hell of a party instead of this game of trading insults. He didn't mind the occasional sharp tongue, and even now he found the conversation mildly amusing, especially after she had finally given defeat. Of a kind. Defeat to the fact that he was going to sit across the table from her whether she like it or not. You might be thinking he was trying to torture her or some other such nonsense, but in reality, he was merely persistant. He was about to drop out of the race just because he was in last! Thats what a gryff or hufflepuff might do. Actually, thats probably what a Ravenclaw would do, since they were supposed to be so smart. which lead him to yet another awckward question: Why in the bloody freaking hell had the hat "sorted" him into Ravenclaw? He had a photographic memory and enjoyed pursuing hexes on his own ... but only so that he could ...

Nik had been staring at her while his thoughts went on their wild, pointless rampage of "who-cares". It could have been a couple minutes that he'd been watching her slouched form, or it could have been mere moments. He didn't know. The sixth year leaned forward in his chair and rested his elbows on the table, nearly mimicking the girl, only locking his figers together and resting his chin on them. Very slowly, very very very slowly he counted to ten, not moving an inch. His dark eyes stayed locked on her's, trying to figure out exactly what she was thinking and why she was thinking it. When the required ten seconds were up, he straightened and stretched, yawning widely before leaning toward her. "What made your day so crappy?"

He wasn't that interested in someone's sob-story, but figured she'd make it amusing. The occasional sarcastic comment, or maybe a rant about her horrible, stressfull life. Girls were always remarkably intriguing and eager to talk when it came down to their personal life. Although, very few opened up completely to a guy after being annoyed with him for the first five minutes of actual interaction. But, as he strictly reminded himself, she had been the one to be such a grouch. All hung up over the little Hufflepuff who had woken her from her nap. Hmph. Why hadn't she just hexed him and be done with the whole damned thing? A silencing charm, and then a whispered hex and no one would know what had happened. Speaking of ... His roght hand dived into his robes and out he pulled his wand, beech with a unicorn hair, and twitched it at the boy, mentally trying to say the spell. Nada. Damn. He really had to work on that ... A breath of word and a cloak of silence fell upon their table. Now, no one should be able to hear them, even if they were shouting at each other. A smug grin glinted across his lips as his eyes slid to the third year, and then back to the Slytherian.



OOC ;; Sorreh Alex! Feel free to say that Nik had messed up a little and included Alex inside the charm instead of out ... ?

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[marieannetteisoul]

She didn't like it. It was annoying and she was impatient. The silence was one which meant waiting. She didn't wasn't to wait. Marie felt his eyes stare into her and she momentarily closed her own. That type of start was intimidating and her tired brain allowed her to submit under the glare, even if it was only sub-consciously. Usually she would have tried to stare him down - but not today. She re-opened her eye to find him still staring, but she just stared back, not really thinking about it, just bored - her eyes appearing to soften, although it was really her general expression that softened. It softened because, as previously stated, she didn't care about fighting anymore. And if she didn't care about it she didn't do it. She watched him, her eyes moving to avoid his stare and to watch his body language. Marie watched him move into almost the exact same position as her. She became agitated with his body language - the staring mostly - and she pushed herself back into her chair, crossing her legs and folding her arms loosely around her stomach.

There were no words, just gestures and movements. She did nothing but watch him and try to avoid his glare. He seemed to have the temperament of a slytherin, but he must have the brains of ravenclaw because of his house. He looked like a seventh year - he actually looked older than a seventh year to her - but the years didn't make to much difference to her. After the fifth year everyone seemed to look similar, all the boys getting taller and the girls getting - more mature. She was distracted from her thoughts of his appearance when he yawned. As it usually does, when one person yawns Marie usually yawned. It is catching. So Marie yawned slightly, covering her mouth with her hand more on impulse than for manners, and relaxed a bit in her chair.

"What made your day so crappy?" - OK, then. One second he was insulting her and bossing her around, the next second he was inquiring about her day. That really was mixed signals. She frowned, unsure whether or not to answer the question - it could well be a trap. How it could be a trap she didn't know, but it was a possibility. But it was an opportunity to rant and rave about her day, and that was to good of an opportunity to pass up. She she began, annoyance flooding her voice as she recalled the days memories. "Well, lets just start with the fact that I woke up. Now, usually that is enough punishment for the day - just having to go through it - but no, today it got worse." She paused, raising her eyebrows, giving him one last chance to run for it before she dived into the deep end of her day. No movement? OK, Marie continued with her story. "I know you're thinking - Merlin, what's so bad about waking up? but you don't know what it is like to get five hours sleep for two nights running because of six foot long essays that are in for the next day. And if you do know what that is like then try waking up with only 20 minutes to get to class. I missed breakfast, and was 25 minutes late for arithmacy, so now I have a bloody detention. I swear, that bloody teacher has it out for me. I miss one inch of a four foot essay the other week and I get another detention. Meanwhile half the other students hand in an unfinished two and a bit foot long bloody essay and just get a stern look. Thats it!" Maire pause, but only to calm down and get back on track, "Then, I get a few more essays to do for homework from my lessons before lunch, all three foot or more, and I realize that even if I stay awake tonight until four am I will still not be able to do them all. And that is with skipping my lunch break. And, oh yes, don't let me forget the other detention I have for skipping Muggle Studies about two weeks back. If I don't do that one soon then they are going to send me off into the forbidden forest with nothing but a fire torch and let me fend for myself - I just know it." The last bit was a joke, although it was said with as much hatred in her voice as the rest of the rant had been. She was not a happy bunny. But she was on a role. She had all but forgotten who she was talking to, she was focusing more on the words that were falling out of her mouth uncontrollably. "Not only that but it is only a few weeks to the Christmas Ball and guess what? No date. I mist be the only girl in the whole bloody school without one. There must be something wrong with me" And she finished with a tone of exasperation. She stopped and calmed down, re-focusing on her surroundings. Ah, what had she just said to the boy? Oh shit... she hadn't just gone a spilled out everything about the ball had she? Bugger... that wasn't good.

OOC -- wow, thats a hellofalotta talking..