Escape from Boredom...{Open}

[Sofia Flint]

Sofia was bored, she had been stuck in this boring classroom for almost a bloody hour, and she hadn't really even done anything. It was all the Professors fault he hated Sofia, the reason as to why wasn't really know, but Sofia figured it was because she had been the only female student not fall down and beg for his attention. Sofia didn't beg, she was taught begging was a sign of weakness and if this ruddy professor wanted Sofia's attention than he had to do something other than being good looking. But he had once again put her into detention with him, because of the simple fact that she refused to flirt with him aimlessly during class, or any other time for that matter.

Sofia looked down at her nails and recoiled, they would have looked flawless to any other person but not to Sofia. They weren't prefect any long their was a tiny chip of polish missing from her onxy color pinky. She was tempted to pull out her nail polish and fix the nail right there but decided against it, it would be her luck that the professor would take the polish away from her and she would be left the rest of teh day possibly even week without her polish to do touch ups to.

Sofia put her hand beneathe her chin and looked towards the teacher, only to find him staring directly at her. Sofia continued to look and began tapping her free hand's nails against the classrooms mud colored desk, "Professor..." she asked in her sweet voice, "how much longer am I required to stay?" she inquired, she didn't mind the detention thing usually, but she did mind it today, today were quidditch try-outs and if she missed them she'd never hear the end of it, she was one of the best flyers the school had and without her Slytherin had a slim shot at winning the cup this year.

"About five more minutes and your hour with me is up Ms.Greengrass" the professor responded adding a flirtatious smile that said she could get out of here a lot quicker if she would just flirt with the bloody git.

Standing from her chair Sofia sauntered over to where the professor was sitting behind his desk trying to hide the smirk from her face as she saw the professor's eyes follow her body down the aisle."Professor" Sofia began in a sultry voice, "I was hoping you'd let me go now, quidditch try-outs started ten minutes ago and I would be awfully upset if I missed them." she said her eyes looking pleading making the gold in her eyes look even more striking as she leaned forward over the desk a little.

Sofia saw the Professor take an inward gulp of air before he replied in a shaky voice, "well...I...I..." He said having difficulty getting the words to form, "I suppose that would be fine. You are free to go Ms.Greengrass. And good luck." the professor said trying to regain his composure.

"Thank you Professor." Sofia said smiling as she grabbed her bags and fled the room. Once she had exited the classroom it took all her inward control not to laugh at the poor professor’s reaction to her. That is why she didn't flirt with him, he couldn't handle it, but then again not very many people could.

Sofia had made it out the door and was running down the hallways quickly, silently praying she wouldn't be caught by a teacher or prefect. Sofia looked down to make sure she had grabbed everything so she wouldn't have to go and see that git of a professor anytime soon, but as she was looking down at her bag, she ran into something hard, and before she knew it she was on the floor.

[Nathaniel Chadwick]

Bloody Durnston.

Balling his fist until his knuckles had cleared, the tall boy scoured into the hallway. His thoughts remained fixed onto the figure that had costed him the whole of the afternoon. He had spent, all of his time tutoring the ruddy girl and she had done nothing but irritate him the whole way through. It turned out, that him tutoring was just a toy and there was a heck different reason why she was there. As usual, the dark haired boy swore and left. He only talked to people for studies, he refused to sit there and listen to the girl refrain herself. "Bloody Durnston." He repeated bluntly, eyes narrowing at the path in front of him.

The boy was never one to wander around the hallway as there was always the chance of an inquisitive person sauntering around with a large smile on their face and flowers in their hands. He was not up for that. He had remembered vaguely snapping at a girl because she had handed him a book to take care while she tied her laces. He had managed to send the poor girl in tears back to the common room. He hadn't seen the girl, not that he minded - but she was a pretty girl as well. But then, people should learn never to disturb him when he was silent. It was one of his very few rules when people tried to converse.

Turning a corner, Nate creased his forehead as his eyes levelled over a note from Durnston. It was in an envelope that was signed with pink ink. The ruddy girl needed to learn things, seriously. With a cold hand, he paused in his steps and wripped the envelope in half frostily. Dropping it morosely then stepping on it with one foot, the Ravenclaw left as if he had done nothing. The tatters of the unknown mail remained on the floor - sure the prefects would soon prance around and find him, but heck who cared.

About to turn a corner, Nate frowned as he heard chatterins from the nearby doors. Stupid first years, he scowled deeply - his concentration continued to wander and as he passed a door, he realized that he had not been alone. Before he could have done anything, a figure had stepped out from another direction and shoved him straight in the chest. "Heck." He cursed, stepping backwards and watching as a swat of blonde hair ended on the floor in front of him.

The temper inside him boiled deliciously as he watched the blonde with narrowed eyes. The cold grey eyes of his stare gritted as his teeth gnashed in annoyance. He did not recognize the girl, and neither did he care. Instead he just looked at her, restraining himself from scoffing in distate. "You should be more careful." He drawled dustily, "I am certain this is your fault. So don't try and assume that I should apologize." Eyeing her grimly, he folded his arms sharply across his chest. Nathaniel Chadwick, was not a boy you should bump into and expect a sorry.

[Sofia Flint]

Sofia’s eyes narrowed at the boy standing in front of her having the nerve to say it was all her fault that they bumped into each other, but last time Sofia checked it took two people to cause a “bump in” Standing up Sofia straightened her robs and checked to make sure everything was in place before she turned her attention back to the boy.
“You bloody prat” Sofia snapped, “I don’t know who you think you are but no one talks to me that way.” Sofia said walking forward with venom in her eyes and voice. Sofia was always taught that she deserved respect, she was pureblood after all and no one had the right to talk to her in the way this boy was, it just didn’t happen.
“And don’t you dare assume that I would expect anything from the likes of you.” Sofia snapped when she realized the boy had assumed that she wanted an apology, “I don’t even know you.” She pointed out again.
Sofia looked out one of the windows and noticed the Quidditch fields were empty, “Great” Sofia mumbled, she had missed the Quidditch try-outs, maybe the caption would let her try out


-finish later-