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| Lachlan Maher | May 2 2009, 12:39 AM Post #1 |
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Watching the second hand on the clock closely, Lachlan groaned, he felt certain that it was running behind. It had to be. Maybe it was running backwards. There was no other explanation for the torture that he was enduring. The gentle snores that surrounded him did not seem to dissuade the professor in the least. He continued on with his lecture as though nothing was amiss. And in truth there really wasn't anything amiss. This was business as usual for the History of Magic classroom. The monotonous sound of Professor Binns voice was enough to drive anyone to distraction. Even someone as dedicated to learning as Lachlan Maher. Lachlan prided himself on being among the only people in this castle who truly wanted to be here for the education but the poltergeist at the front of the class was boring him to tears. Despite his efforts to keep detailed notes of the lecture, Lachlan was ridiculously bored. Drumming his fingers on the desk in front of him, he let his gaze wander around the room. A smooth tan calf caught his attention. Lynne Scoffield seemed to have filled out over the summer. The sixth year Ravenclaw had been a scrawny little girl at the end of last year. Over the few months of summer, she'd sprouted a few inches but it was the curves that seemed to develop out of no where that caught his attention. She'd spent the last few years mooning over him, maybe Miss Scoffield would finally get her wish. He let his gaze trail up her form until his eyes rest on her face. As if sensing his eyes on her, she turned. He flashed her a crooked grin which widened as he watched the blush rise up on her cheeks before she turned back to the front of the class. Turning his head slightly, he let his gaze fall on Marlene Macbrey, who was sitting across the aisle from him, between him and the window. Her face was blocked by her hand that she was resting her cheek on. From the tilt of her head he could tell she was very likely staring out the window at the warm fall day. Cute was the perfect word to describe Marley. Long dark hair, bright brown eyes and a great smile but she has a tendency to be a loudmouth. She seemed to have a need to voice ever opinion and thought that entered her head. He and Marley had only exchanged a handful of words over the past five years but he knew her sister, Caroline. Sweet girl, a little flighty in his opinion but she had gone out of her way to be nice to him after the Riley Jacobs incident on the train last year. Sometimes he wondered how Marley and Caroline could even be related. He turned his attention back to the clock, surely class was almost over by now. It had only been five minutes since he'd last looked. He was going to die sitting in this bloody class and it would be his own personal hell to live out his afterlife as a ghostly student listening to Binns for all eternity. "Fuck" He muttered. A few eyes glanced his way in amusement. Apparently he wasn't as quiet as he thought, luckily Professor Binns never noticed. In fact the Professor never missed a beat as he relentlessly plowed through his lecture. Lachlan dropped his head down to the desk with a solid thud. Perhaps he could knock himself out for the remainder of class. |
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| Marlene Maybrey | May 2 2009, 04:04 PM Post #2 |
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The Grounds were greener. That was it. Or maybe… no. Perhaps they were larger? But that couldn’t be right. Last time she checked, Marlene had grown since last year, not shrunk, so they should look smaller, if anything, shouldn’t they? And it seemed a bit of a stretch to believe Hogwarts had mysteriously acquired more land over the summer. Didn’t you need special grants for creating new land, anyway? Reynolds would have had to appeal to several Ministry officials… maybe even the Minister himself. Surely that would have taken much longer than a few measly months? The man was good, but he wasn’t that good. And it’s not like he could have done it without permission. Wasn’t there that news story a few years back about that wizard who performed several complicated charms in order to make room for a golf course in his backyard? His Muggle neighbors reportedly almost had a heart attack when they stepped out their front door and directly into the ocean. Thought it was a flood or something. Caused a gigantic mess what with all the geological consequences that arose because of it… no, that couldn’t be it. What was it, then? It looked so much… prettier. Maybe it’s because you’re stuck in History of Magic, you dolt. Well, that made sense. Hell would probably look pretty from here. Briefly tearing her eyes away from the window beside her, Marlene sent a doleful stare at the class’s transparent professor. Still droning on about peace treaties between… someone and someone. She’d ace this exam for sure. “Fuck,” someone muttered, and none too quietly. Turning slightly, Marlene was somewhat surprised to discover who the culprit was. Lachlan Maher. A Ravenclaw boy in her year, notoriously studious, which was really saying something since there wasn’t a Ravenclaw that ever lived who wasn’t studious. You’d have to be especially so to earn the ‘notorious’ label. A spark of amusement lit her eyes as she watched him drop his head to his desk in an impressive display of utter despondency. Damn, that Binns was good. Why the Ministry hadn’t snatched him up and made use of him as a weapon against their enemies, she hadn’t the faintest idea. No one would ever mess with them again. With a faint, lingering smile, she turned to resume her study of the lush expanse below through the dusty pane. Any hint of amusement faded soon thereafter. Of all the bloody places in the classroom, he just had to sit her here. The one spot where she would constantly be aware of her prison. Why did the sky have to be so bloody blue today? Even the lake looked appealing. Look, there were even two people by the shore beside that tree… wait a minute. Marlene’s brow furrowed as she leaned forward slightly for a better view. They couldn’t be students… were those teachers? Were they snogging? Unconsciously, she moved closer, her chair lifting on its two legs as she attempted to peer through the glass. Who cleaned these things? Did anyone? Just because he’s dead doesn’t mean he doesn’t like clean windows, honestly… Unfortunately, it was at that precise moment—with her nose nearly pressed against the glass—that a wayward bird decided to off himself by flying full speed into the castle window. THWACK! Marlene reacted violently, surging backward with a terrified cry that immediately sent the entire room into a sharp, stunned silence. Gasping in air, she turned wide eyes back to the front of the room where Binns was pinning her with a decidedly unamused stare, his lecture uncharacteristically forgotten. It appeared he hadn’t noticed what had caused her outburst, nor did it seem as though anyone else had, either. The silence grew awkward as it became clear Binns was awaiting an explanation of some sort. “I… there was a… it was a bird and… it… flew…” she said, fumbling out the words in her lingering state of shock and consequently sounding like an utter loon as she did so. It was a bird and it flew? Call the bloody presses. Blinking back at her like a bored owl, Binns said nothing as Marlene turned a light shade of red. And then he looked down at his text once more and resumed his speech in his usual droll tone as though nothing had happened. Marlene let out a long whoosh of air and slumped back into her seat, trying to ignore the snickers around her as she reached for her quill. Which… wasn’t there. Bugger all, she needed that bloody thing! It was her last one. Her eyes swept over her desk, then under it, finding nothing. It was only until she looked to the right of her when she finally caught sight of it resting under Maher’s foot beneath his desk. It must have been knocked over there when she’d had her unfortunate panic attack. Today was just brilliant. “Oi,” she whispered, trying to get the boy’s attention. When he finally glanced over at her she gestured toward his feet. “Do you think you could hand me my quill? You’re trampling it.” |
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| Lachlan Maher | May 3 2009, 12:07 AM Post #3 |
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With his forehead still resting firmly on the desk in front of him, Lachlan blinked his eyes a few times and let the weathered wood that was only a few centimeters from his face come into focus. He had been reduced to staring at the grain of the wood in order to pass the time. Him. Of all the students in this school, he was about the least likely one to be bored in any classroom, yet here he was counting the darkened lines in on his desktop. This was ridiculous. Ancient Runes, he thought suddenly. He could translate some of his Ancient Runes homework, to pass the time. He'd always found the translations ... well interesting wasn't exactly the word he would use but Merlin knows, it couldn't be any worse than this. Lachlan began to lift his head from the desk to search in his bag for the text and parchment he'd need to start this task when the quiet room was suddenly disrupted by a loud noise followed immediately by an ungodly screech. Lachlan turned quickly to seek the source of the ruckus, as did every other person in the class - dead or alive. Marlene was wide eyed and apparently a little shell shocked as she struggled to regain her composure and her seat. The silence in the room was a little unnerving as every pair of eyes focused on her. Turning his head slightly, Lachlan could see even Professor Binns was stunned into silence. Something that he had never thought possible. Lachlan chuckled quietly at the look on the ghostly professors face. Who'd have thought it was possible to ever get the professor to stop a lecture for anything? Until now Lachlan would have put galleons on the fact that the castle could be crumbling down around them and Binns would still continue to lecture. “I… there was a… it was a bird and… it… flew…” Was what came out of Marley's mouth by way of an explanation. It was more than Lachlan could take. A very undignified snort of laughter burst out of him. He quickly lowered his head and covered the laughter with a ridiculously fake sounding cough. "Sorry." He muttered to no one in particular, while struggling to keep from laughing again. Turning his attention to the desk once again, he tried to regain control of himself. After all the time spent studying the damn thing, by the time he finished his last History of Magic Class here at Hogwarts, he'd likely be able to recreate this desk top from memory. "Oi" He heard a whispered voice.Turning his head slightly, he caught sight of Marley leaning his direction. Her cheeks were still slightly flushed from the incident with the mysterious bird that flew. “Do you think you could hand me my quill? You’re trampling it.” Glancing to the ground by his feet, sure enough there was a slightly battered quill resting on the stone floor under the heel of his shoe. He bent down gracefully and picked it up. He made no move to hand it back to her immediately. He was bored, and this could be just what he needed to pass the time. Twirling the slightly crushed feather around in his fingertips, he glanced back at the slightly flustered girl with a look of amusement on his face. "We must be careful, love, its a from a bird... it may fly. Besides, I shudder to think about what Professor Binns would do if he were forced to stop his lecture twice in one century." He smirked as her eyes shifted unconsciously towards the spectral professor for an instant. After a moment, he leaned towards her slightly, his eyes filled with concern. "So, tell me honestly. A bird that flew? Is that really the best thing you could come up with?" He flashed a crooked grin her way before finally handing back her quill. |
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| Marlene Maybrey | May 3 2009, 03:01 PM Post #4 |
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Rose is going to absolutely murder me if I have to ask her for another quill… It was true. Marlene has already appealed to her twice in the past week, and it was pretty clear her friend was getting rather exasperated by all of the colorful ways in which she seemed to be losing them. She was lucky to have friends at all, at this rate. Granted, Rose was basically the only one willing to put up with her within a ten-mile radius (save maybe for Caroline, of course), so, really, it was doubly important that she got that quill back. Which was exactly why she watched with eager eyes as Maher deftly bent to retrieve it, her hand outstretched in waiting. It was also why she couldn’t hide the utter dismay that colored her expression when he didn’t immediately hand it over. Maher studied the item for a moment before he turned to glance at her in vague amusement. "We must be careful, love, it’s from a bird... it may fly,” he intoned quietly instead of returning her quill, his stare turning faintly mocking. Marlene’s face flushed again, but this time it was with anger rather than embarrassment. “Besides, I shudder to think about what Professor Binns would do if he were forced to stop his lecture twice in one century." Rendered momentarily distracted despite herself, Marlene chanced a glance in the Professor’s direction, half expecting him to be staring back at her with that baleful glare of his. Of course he wasn’t, but Sweet bloody Merlin that had been terrifying. Never again would she complain about this class. An occupied Binns was a pleasant one. She’d never once, in all her years at the school, seen him so much as acknowledge that there were students filling the chairs in his classroom at all. To have him suddenly do so, and so directly, might have been more startling than the bird who had started the whole mess in the first place. A slight creaking noise brought her back to her unfortunate situation, and she turned again to see Maher leaning towards her with what was very clearly mock concern. In a minute, she was just going to grab the damn thing right out of his hand. As a matter of fact… maybe she could do that now when he was too distracted by the joy of listening to his own voice… “So, tell me honestly,” he began, and Marlene tried hard not to make the fact that she was leaning forward too obvious. Hopefully, he’d just assume she was as enamored with his words as he was. “A bird that flew?” Her hand was not-so-subtly creeping towards the edge of his desk where he held her quill. “Is that really the best you could come up with?” Marlene nearly fell out of her chair. Her mission completely forgotten, she turned indignant eyes on the smugly grinning boy beside her. “Best I could come up with?” she repeated, in a voice that was slightly louder than a whisper. She froze, ignoring the stares from fellow students and instead quickly swiveled her gaze to the front of the room. Thank Merlin. He was still talking. When she turned back, barely withholding a sigh of relief, Maher was innocently holding out her quill to her like he hadn’t just been tormenting her for the past minute. With a scowl and a little more force than absolutely necessary, she snatched the item from his hand and made to settle back in her seat facing forward, waiting for the class to end like everybody else was. Which… of course didn’t last long. “It wasn’t an excuse, you know,” she said, addressing the boy, her voice hushed but sharp. Still too loud for some, it seemed. Already, Lynne Scoffield was sending an annoyed glare in her direction. What a priss. Like anyone actually wanted to be able to hear whatever it was Binns was prattling on about. Ignoring the other girl, Marlene turned her hardened stare back on Maher. “It was the truth,” she clarified, crossing her arms. “There was a bird and it flew into the wind—oh why am I even bothering to explain this to you!” Frustrated, she turned away again, too annoyed by his smirk to bother. It actually would probably be a good idea to explain it to someone, though, she realized. Marlene wouldn’t be half surprised if the story was so skewed by numerous repetitions of it by the time lunch came around, it involved her having a boredom-induced mental breakdown in the middle of class, screaming at Binns and vowing to leap out the window if she had to sit through one more minute of his monotonous lectures. Perhaps surprisingly, it wouldn’t be the worst thing she’d had said about her. “Yes, there was a bird and it flew,” she finally said in a bored monotone. “I suffer from ornithophobia. One look at a bird and I go mental with fear.” She stared forward, arms crossed, and sighed tiredly, resigning herself to her fate. If there was going to be a rumor, might as well make it an interesting one. |
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| Lachlan Maher | May 4 2009, 12:18 AM Post #5 |
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Watching Maybrey's face during his simple question was fascinating, the sheer range of emotions that flickered across her pretty features in such a short time was nothing short of amazing. Lachlan barely smothered a smirk as she squawked at him causing others to glance their way, perhaps in fear of drawing Binns attention again. No one was prepared for that sight again. Lynne Scoffield turned a disapproving eye towards Marlene who in turn scowled at her in return. Before Lynne could turn back to the front of the class, her gaze flitted towards Lachlan, who in turn shot her a rare charming smile. The Ravenclaw girl blushed several shades of red as she turned quickly to face Binns again. Lachlan chuckled before turning his attention back to the irate girl beside him. “It was the truth, There was a bird and it flew into the wind—oh why am I even bothering to explain this to you!” She began before folding her arms over her nearly non-existent chest like a petulant child. "Yes that's much better - a bird and it flew into the wind. Keep this up, love and you'll have a full sentence by next week sometime. I'll be sure to alert the press." Lachlan's own voice betrayed very little of the amusement he felt at being able to get a rise out of her so quickly. Marlene turned back to him abruptly after only a few moments of sulking. Her dark eyes flashing dangerously, betraying the bored tone her voice took on. "Yes, there was a bird and it flew, I suffer from ornithophobia. One look at a bird and I go mental with fear.” Certainly this was a record, Lachlan thought as he tried to smother a second snort of laughter. She was obviously quicker than most Gryffindors. In all honesty, that wasn't much of a feat, the entire lot of them were as thick as bludgers and about as bright. "You sure you want that story to get around school? Your housemates will likely think its contagious." He lifted a mocking eyebrow in her direction before inclining his head to Devin Caldwell, a Gryffindor who had obviously dropped on his head a few times as an infant. The boy was as dumb as the desk he sat at but not quite as pretty. At this particular moment, Devin was studying his quill with fascination as though he wasn't quite sure which end should go against the paper. It would have been quite sad if it weren't so bloody amusing. "I suppose it's fortunate you have such caring siblings to retrieve your owls for you. Each post must send you screaming like a banshee, just like you did a few minutes ago." Lachlan smoothly swiveled his gaze back to Maybrey, another false look of concern on his face. "If you need a hand getting over that fear, love, perhaps a trip to the owlery is in order. They say the best way to conquer your fears is to face them." |
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| Marlene Maybrey | May 4 2009, 06:39 PM Post #6 |
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The funny thing about all of this was that Marlene was actually quite fond of birds. She liked hearing them in the springtime after months of cold, winter silence. And she admittedly enjoyed her pet owl’s company more than she enjoyed the companies of most of the students here at Hogwarts. Willoughby had more personality than the entire fifth year class put together. Sadly. Probably more than all of the Ravenclaws put together, too. A pointed stare was sent in Maher’s direction. "You sure you want that story to get around school?” the bloke in question inquired, looking as though he was withholding a laugh. “Your housemates will likely think it’s contagious." His eyes traveled briefly away from her, and she found herself following its path despite being completely uninterested in his taunting. A slight frown caught her lips when she discovered herself staring at Devin. She would loathe admitting it, but he had a point. With Caldwell, anyway. The boy was as simple as they come. She suspected it was partly due to all the bludgers he’d taken to the head during the countless Quidditch matches he’d participated in these past few years. Damn if he wasn’t a good Beater, though. Maybe if she asked nicely he’d use his bat on Smirky McGee over here. If he didn’t think she was contagious, that is… "I suppose it's fortunate you have such caring siblings to retrieve your owls for you. Each post must send you screaming like a banshee, just like you did a few minutes ago." Stiffening, she quickly returned her gaze to Maher, who apparently wasn’t finished talking. Her expression darkened as she met his mockingly concerned stare, silently taking offense to his words. She didn’t sound like a banshee, for Merlin’s sake. He should hear Adelaide’s scream and then come talk to her about banshees. Marlene was positive her own sounded like an angel singing a bloody hymn in comparison. "If you need a hand getting over that fear, love, perhaps a trip to the owlery is in order,” he went on in a tone that didn’t even bother trying to conceal the condescension with which it was spoken. “They say the best way to conquer your fears is to face them." Another thing that would have been best would be for her to take the higher road and ignore him for the rest of the period. But Marlene had never really been all that good at that whole ‘ignoring’ concept. “And what are you afraid of?” she countered immediately, arching a brow and meeting his impertinent stare with a very direct one of her own. “Being anything other than a pompous git? Perhaps you should try that sometime and see how it works out for you,” she smiled sweetly, her tone about as deceptively saccharine as venom coated in sugar. Not a moment later it was fading, dropping from her lips with an alacrity that proved how artificial it had been. She turned away from him determinedly, settling back into her seat and resisting the urge to just up and walk out this very moment before class was even finished. The only thing that really stopped her was the possibility of Binns glaring at her again. She didn’t think she could handle that twice in one morning. “And to be perfectly honest, being thought of as contagious might not be such a bad thing,” she couldn’t help but add, peering over at him in a dismissive sort of way. “Maybe then, people like you wouldn’t feel the need to converse with banshees like me.” If that were true, she’d give anything to be ill right now. |
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| Lachlan Maher | May 5 2009, 02:07 AM Post #7 |
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He wasn't sure what had changed with him since the previous year, but from the moment he'd set foot on the train, he'd been odds with just about everyone. Lachlan honestly cared little for being popular and even less about who thought he was an ass. He was acutely aware that he was an ass. However, he was beginning to worry that he may not survive this year at all at the rate things were going. First that silly twit, Jacobs on the train attempted to blow him up, then Daniel Chalmers 'accidentally' dumped bubotuber pus on his arm, and now Maybrey looked as though she was going throw him out the window that the imaginary bird had flown into. In fact he was fairly certain that if Binns hadn't scared the girl with his glare earlier, she'd have tossed him out already. “And what are you afraid of?” She asked her voice syrupy sweet. "What am I afraid of? Heights, being dipped into a vat of bubbling acid, spiders, death, squirrels... lthe usual things." He answered honestly. "Being anything other than a pompous git? Perhaps you should try that sometime and see how it works out for you,” Marlene asked in that same dangerously sweet voice, Lachlan kept a wary eye on her. "Love," He sighed regrettably, "I've tried it, it didn't fit. And besides," He grinned rakishly, "I'm just so damn good at being a pompous git, why stop now?" He watched her turn to the front of the class and all but dismiss him from her presence. Before he could decide whether to be amused by being dismissed or annoyed, she glanced his way again. Obviously the irate Gryffindor was not quite finished. “And to be perfectly honest, being thought of as contagious might not be such a bad thing. Maybe then, people like you wouldn’t feel the need to converse with banshees like me.” She replied in an off handed manner, again. Lachlan flashed an inspired smirk her direction,"Actually, you are right, love, I really should change my ways. You've finally made me see reason. I'm a new man." He proclaimed, his voice still low so as not to garner unwanted attention from the dead professor. Without another word, he picked up his quill and began to write quickly on the parchment in front of him. He was certain that Marlene was watching him closely. After only a few lines, he set his quill aside and folded the parchment up. Reaching forward he tapped Lynne Scoffield on the shoulder and handed her the small square of paper with a wink and a half grin. She smiled back as she took the note and read it. Then she turned quickly to look at Marlene with a sympathetic nod of her head and she passed the note to the person in front of her. And then promptly moved her desk six inches further away from Marlene's desk. Lachlan turned to Marlene and inclined his head slightly, his eyes not leaving her though. "Your wish is my command." Before she could answer, he continued. "You wanted to people to think you were contagious. I helped. Not at all the type of thing a pompous git would do is it?" |
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| Marlene Maybrey | May 6 2009, 02:39 AM Post #8 |
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Marlene’s gaze narrowed in suspicion as Lachlan spewed some nonsense about changing his ways. People like him didn’t change their ways. They reveled in them and used them to annoy people like her. Suspicion turned to distinct wariness when he plucked his quill from his desk with a little more flourish than was necessary and began to scratch out something on the parchment before him. Despite herself, Marlene found she was leaning slightly forward, trying to peer down at the hastily written lines. Before she could even begin to make anything out, however, he was grabbing it up, folding it neatly, and reaching forward to hand it off to Lynne Scoffield after giving the girl a tap on the shoulder. The subsequent scene was a bit like something out of a horror film, and Marlene could do nothing but watch, slightly aghast as the other girl sent a somewhat sympathetic glance her way and dragged her desk in the opposite direction like she feared Marlene was contagious or some— No… he wouldn’t have… Eyes flying to her right, Marlene took one look at Lachlan’s self-satisfied little smirk and immediately felt her shoulders sag in muted disbelief. “Your wish is my command,” he said, canting his head in a mocking sort of bow at her, the insufferable smirk still lingering at the corners of his lips. “You wanted people to think you were contagious. I helped. Not at all the type of thing a pompous git would do, is it?” Words failed her. The note had surely made its way around half of the sodding classroom by now. Which meant hope for her reputation (what little there was of it, anyway) was almost assuredly lost. And that could only mean one thing, really. The gloves were bloody off. “No. You’re absolutely right,” she replied in seeming agreement, her voice thick with barely restrained anger. And then, before he could react, she’d kicked him in the shin with impressive and extraordinarily satisfying force. “It’s something an arrogant prick would do,” she hissed immediately afterward. “You’re really moving up in the world, Maher. Maybe if you’re lucky, you’ll eventually earn the prestigious distinction ‘bastard of the bloody universe.’ Only I do hope they’ll still take you with your new limp.” A simpering and wholly false little smile later, and Marlene was settling back into her seat, glowering darkly ahead from a desk that seemed even more solitary now that the ones surrounding it had mysteriously navigated many inches away in their respective opposite directions. Bloody hell, she was in for a long week. |
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| Lachlan Maher | May 6 2009, 09:03 PM Post #9 |
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So, perhaps he hadn't thought the entire note thing through completely. In fact he hadn't really thought it through at all. He'd simply acted impulsively, something Lachlan rarely did. He was an avid believer in contemplating almost every action. Playing out each scenario in his head and weighing the pros and cons of every decision. And the very moment her foot connected smartly with his shin, he was forcefully reminded of why he usually chose his actions more carefully. "Bloody hell!" He hissed, somehow managing not to shout out in surprise, as the sharp pain in his shin radiated up his leg. Running a hand over the throbbing leg, he narrowed his eyes in a dark glare at the pretty brunette who was now pointedly staring at the front of the class. Quite obviously every female in this castle was absolutely barmy. First, his very innocent notebook had been blasted into a pile of worthless confetti because Riley Jacobs was a loon with a twitchy wand hand. Now Marlene Maybrey had just proven that she was obviously off her nut by resorting to physical violence in the middle of Binn's lecture. He already had a weeks detention because of the first incident, there was no way he wanted to add to that. Instead he settled for a furious glare and an angry whisper. "Imaginary birds? Erratic mood swings? Violent tendencies? You're about ready for the sodding loony bin, aren't you, Maybrey?" He scowled, seriously considering following his classmates leads and putting a bit of distance between himself and the obviously unbalance Gryffindor. Suddenly he was interrupted by the sound of scraping chairs and hurried footfalls as the class ended. Their classmates seemed to be in a big hurry to leave the room. A few were shooting worried glances back at Marlene. Lachlan turned back to shoot her a very satisfied smirk as he got up from his desk. He made his way to the door of the room, painfully aware that he was, despite his conscious effort not to, limping. "Fuck" He muttered, under his breath. |
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