Just walking around~ (open)

[Devon Blackwood]

Devon was getting a bit bored out of his mind just staying in his dorm room, so he decided to take a walk around the castle that afternoon. As he passed by one of the professors' offices, he remembered the first time he ever got detention. It was quite a memorable experience, especially because he had to write lines on a blackboard that seemed to expand endlessly. He smiled at the memory. It felt like it was just yesterday when that happened.

Nothing much has changed, he thought to himself as he walked on and looked back at the paintings that were looking at him. He stopped for a moment and pretended to attack a painting of an old school governor, who immediately cowered behind the frame of his portrait. Devon laughed. He still got a kick out of that after all these years.

The governor scowled at him. "I detest this kind of behaviour!" yelled the painting. "I demand that you be expelled from this institution!"

Devon smirked. "My apologies, sir," he said with a half bow. "It's simply my way of expressing my... admiration." At that, he stepped back from the painting and continued to walk down the hall.

[Maria Sanchez]

maria.

coming out of the dark
i see the light now

"Now, now governor,"

[/b] the brunette woman said in a light and feminine tone with the faintest of smiles playing on her lips, "The young man was just having a bit of fun. Surely, after all these years, you're used to it?"

The Mistress of Magic found herself walking through the castle corridors doing her usual check-up. That was when she had come across a teenage boy playing with the portraits. She had once been a student in the school and witnessed such unfair play between the resident students and portraits; she probably would have responded in the same manner as the governor had, but she still found herself being amused by the most frivolous of actions because she wasn't in that position yet.

The older woman placed her hands at her waist and tilted her head to look at the governor. She stood in a proper position that one might expect from someone of such a high status. Her legs were close together to the point that the backs of her heeled shoes were touching one another. Her back was straight, her shoulders back; her overall posture was that of a professional woman. Her black Muggle suit, consisting of a jacket and a skirt, made her look even more professional. Despite that, though, she looked almost out of place in the wizarding school due to the lack of witches robes.

"I'm sure you would have done the same thing if he was you and you were him."

"I beg your pardon, madam, but this young man thinks it funny to patronize all of us portraits, and I do not find it to be the least bit respectful. How would you feel if you were me and I were him and I came to your frame and jumped at you? I do not quite think you would appreciate it!

"Of course, governor, don't quite think I would have recommended or even requested expulsion. You must think back to when you were a student here and what you would have done to portraits hanging on the walls," she explained.

"Children today have no respect for anyone older than them, madam, no discipline."

"I am well aware of that, but you still must try to get down onto their level."

"Of course you're saying that. You're probably fresh out of school, too, aren't you?"

"No," she told him with a certain flatness in her voice. "I've actually been out of Hogwarts for about thirty years now, but I can still find myself adapting to change and understand those around me. Perhaps you should do the same, governor. Good day to you." With a nod of her head, she walked down the corridor, following the boy. He wasn't too far ahead of her. She gathered a bit of speed and walked quickly behind him; once she had finally caught up with him, she slowed her pace and walked beside him, laughing aloud.

"I think he needs some time in another building, or at least on another wall," she joked, "I think you all are driving him to a point of insanity, as if hanging from a wall inside a picture frame on the same wall isn't enough. I can tell you one thing: if they decide to hang me from a wall somewhere, I can only hope that they at least make it somewhere tolerable, with a decent view and someone nice to talk to. I don't want to be stuck hanging on a wall for hundreds of years doing absolutely the same thing each day. Would you?"

The woman found it a bit funny that she had just walked up to the boy, who she didn't even know, and started talking to him about a temperamental portrait that found the boy's actions quite rude. Maria saw the portrait's point and reason behind his anger, but the Mistress could not see why the portrait found it so rude. After all, he had been hanging on the wall since before Maria was in school a long time ago, and having people jump at him only gave him entertainment. Surely he was somewhat grateful?[/size][/font][/blockquote]