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[briannaoshea]

Tap. Tap. Tap.

The fingernails on the desk did a rhythmic dance as the small blonde stared blankly ahead, the voice of her History of Magic teacher droning on and on and about some war or another. Normally she was interested in this class, the halfblood child finding a lot of things interesting since she hadn’t grown up in this world, at least not for the most part, but today it had been one of those days where none of her classes were holding her ever flighty attention. Tiredness wrought from boredom flooded her body and she was finding it increasingly difficult to keep her eyes open, eyelids drooping and head resting more weight against the palm of her hand. Her imagination began to take over, assuring that she didn’t actually fall asleep yet effectively forcing her mind to go places other than on her lesson.

“BRIANNA!”

The small blonde started suddenly as a hand slammed down on her desk, her open inkwell wobbling slightly at the force, and her blue eyes looked up at the face of one of fellow Hufflepuff classmates, one hand covering the inkwell before it spilled everywhere. Judging by the light shuffling sound of everyone the class had ended and the students were beginning to put their items away into their bags. Sighing lightly and swallowing tightly, trying to push her heart back into its rightful place in her chest, Brianna began to put her stuff away.

“You are so lucky the professor didn’t see that you were sleeping. If you got any more points knocked off from our house then…”

Brianna rolled her eyes lightly while putting her items away, being careful to tighten the cap on her inkwell as she did so, ignoring the voice of the girl next to her. There were few people who managed to annoy her, but this girl…classmate and housemate of hers…had accomplished the improbability. The best thing for her to do was ignore the voice until it was nothing more than an annoying buzzing in her ears, which would eventually turn to nothingness, just as the teacher’s voice had during the lesson. Finishing putting everything away, Brianna stood and walked out of the classroom while the girl was still talking, ignoring that rise in tone that suggested she was following her. Starting on her way down to lunch her eyebrow twitched when part of her realized that she was still walking after, talking and chastising, and so she turned down a hall and broke into a flat run.

Her small form weaved in and out of the taller students with ease and it didn’t take but a couple of minutes for her to lose the annoying girl back there in the crowd. It was a good thing that Brianna wasn’t particularly hungry since she didn’t have plans on going down to lunch now, and instead she found herself wandering through the mostly empty hallways of the third corridor. She was careful to stay within the limits of where she was allowed to walk, yet at the same time staying out of the sight of any professors or prefects that might also question why she wasn’t at lunch or in class. But wandering could only hold her attention for so long before she was carefully trying doors, finding most of them to be locked.

Finally, after trying a few handles, one gave way and she poked her blonde head in slowly, looking around to make sure she wasn’t going to get into trouble, and then pushed her way in. It was the trophy room, which she had heard plenty about but never actually gone into, and her gaze was immediately drawn to just how shiny and large some of them were. Blue eyes graced over them slowly, absorbing details and reading the plaques at the bottom, even finding a couple with her brother’s name on them ( which made her smile ), before moving onto the next. Her attention was so absorbed on what she was doing that she didn’t hear the door open again.

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[LEROY CAIRO SELWYN]

I keep it caged but I can’t control it

Cause if I let him out He’ll tear me up

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://i53.tinypic.com/wb98wn.jpg');,true] AND BREAK ME DOWN ! Leroy glared at anyone and everyone he saw as he stalked down the corridor, sending the younger kids running. The others that knew him intelligibly stayed out of his way. His temper was raging hot and his magic itched to curse something, or rather someone. And no, not just anyone. A certain someone. Or perhaps he should say two certain someones. The first was a student, much like himself. Though, the bloody sixth year would soon regret ever crossing Leroy Selwyn. Of that, the seventh year was about to make sure. Granted, he couldn’t do anything right at the moment, as the second person he wanted to hex escorted him to serve his punishment. It wasn’t exactly a detention, but it may as well have been. The only thing keeping the punishment from being a detention was the fact that it wasn’t nighttime. It was in the middle of that day. Lunch, to be exact. When there were no other students left to glare at, Leroy glared at the back of Professor Flitwick’s head. Of course, the old half-breed was much shorter than the intimidating Leroy, but he seemed to not notice. Instead he continued on shuffling his way to wherever he had planned. It was all the idiotic sixth year’s fault. Bloody weakling. Leroy inwardly seethed, plotting his revenge on the Ravenclaw that dare get him into trouble. Of course, Flitwick arrived just on time to see Leroy push his wand against the kid’s throat, with a glare full of dark promises. The self-satisfied smirk on the poor fool’s face was all the confirmation Leroy needed to see that it was a trap. Granted, had the damn bird not insulted his dear sisters then Leroy wouldn’t have done anything. Though, the idiot drew his wand in a silent threat towards his sisters. At least, that was how Leroy perceived it as. Was it his fault the buffoon was just asking for a beating? Not really, but he suspected Flitwick wouldn’t care about that. Once again, a glare full of dark promises to the little first-year sized professor found it’s way onto Leroy’s face. His scowl only made him seem unapproachable. The half goblin fool didn’t even notice when the other students scurried away from the almost empty corridor. Turning the corner, however, the corridor turned from abandoned to crowded. Flitwick sighed and turned towards the glowering Leroy. "Mr. Selwyn," he began in that annoying voice of his. Leroy inwardly flinched, ‘Mr. Selwyn’ was his father, not him. "Please find your way to the trophy room. I expect all the trophies to be sparkling when I arrive later on at the end of your punishment." Leroy wiped his face of emotion as Flitwick spoke. It wouldn’t do good to glare at the fool of a professor unless he wanted a detention. And he didn’t particularly care whether or not he got into trouble, but he did care about what the trouble he got into was. He’d rather have his detentions come from actually hexing or cursing someone. Perhaps beating them muggle style. Not from glaring at a pipsqueak professor. That was just a sorry excuse for trouble. And most definitely not Leroy’s type of trouble either. The Slytherin nodded his head with a slightly acknowledging nod. "Very good. Now, get a move on. I hope you’ll learn your lesson about threatening other students My Selwyn," again with the inward flinch. "This is your first and last warning, so don’t let it happen again." Leroy nodded his head, keeping his words to himself. "I understand, professor." he muttered. However, what he meant was an entirely different matter. As soon as Flitwick nodded his head and left, Leroy scoffed slightly at the half-goblin. "I’ll make sure I won’t get caught again." he murmured under his breath, a slight smirk on his face. He easily cut through the crowd, with either his dark glare or actual physical moving people out of his way, it didn’t take long for Leroy to get to the trophy room. Upon entering, he didn’t notice the slight figure already in there, but when he did, he smirked. Letting the door shut soundly behind him. She didn’t seem familiar, so Leroy presumed that she was younger than him. More than likely a fifth year or sixth year, as she didn’t seem that much younger than him. "Lost?" he smooth, husky voice cut through the silence. Crossing his arms over his chest, Leroy leaned casually along the wall near the door. He glanced at her uniform briefly, noting with a slight disappointment her house. Hufflepuff. "Or are you just admiring the…scenery?" he remembered how she smiled at a few of the trophies earlier. Her own? Or perhaps family? Either way, he didn’t care and he was bored as well as angry. The only thing keeping him from torturing the girl until she cried herself unconscious was her house. Once again, he cursed his sister for getting into such a house. Then he cursed the girl for being a, well, girl. 840 WORDS , BRIANNA , HOPE YOU DON'T MIND MY JOINING. ^^

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