Classes had just ended and Kamon was stiff with boredom from the constant nagging of his professors. He rubbed his temples solemnly as he slinked into the Slytherin common room. His brain was throbbing from the superfluous amount of learning he had to do that day, but he was free at last. Students began to fall in different positions across the common room, finding what place they found particularly comfortable.

At once, Kamon began to notice that there would soon be no places he could collapse into. He was feeling tired, too tired to crawl all the way to his dorm. His dark eyes landed on a comfortable looking chair, and he pounced immediately, tiny legs springing him into action. Before he reached the chair, however, a lowly looking seventh year had sat down before him.

His eyes squinted and he approached the older boy with cautiousness, like a predator circling its prey. "I was looking to sit there," he told them with a blunt tone signifying his annoyance. The older student stared him blankly in the eye and shrugged. Kamon shrugged, too, mocking their ignorance. He stepped forward, grabbed the student's arm, and flung them from their seat. With a grunt, they landed before his feet. He sat down and felt like he had expressed his dominance clearly, and relaxed, and the student didn't even look him in the eye. The chair was comfortable.

Another day, another avenue of working in the corner of the common room where Casey could see everything. His last academic efforts were the written assignments he postponed for in most cases Casey had tackled the wand portions early. Much earlier than when they came up in the curriculum. An essay done with the utmost care to show that there was NO house elf that showed up with fresh ink or parchment just in case the Head of House, Mr. Morgan still had feelers out for the supposed issue with Dingy. It was almost a month but you could never be to careful.

But Slytherin house was never free of entertainment, such as an instance of someone forgetting just how Kamon Babcock operated. Casey could see it coming with dull surprise. Babcock could be fierce because he was comfortable with his fist with or without a wand, as far as school rumors went. Or whatever it was you learned running around with muggle street youth.

After the shortest battle for the throne ever, Casey put down his quill and set his hands facing each other equidistance apart. The he brought his hands together for a noise. Three seconds passed. The hands opened and shut again. Three more seconds after the noise. And again.

"Marvelous, Babcock. Way to boot him from his seat. Figuratively, of course. 'Heave him from the chair' doesn't have the same quality to it."

Imari sat in an armchair on the opposite side of the room from the two and watched as Kamon pulled another student out of a chair and sit himself in it.  She giggled, she knew that she shouldn't, but it was funny. Of course, she found most things that boys did funny.  It was her character flaw. 

Imari could watch a dozen girls, children, adults, make jokes, trip each other, dress up and act crazy and not blink or even let a hint of a smile grace her face, but if a boy roughly her age did the same thing, it would be giggled at, laughed at, urged for more.  She didn't really understand why she was that way, she knew she didn't get it from her mother or her father, but for some reason, she felt completely normal the way she was.

Slowly she unfolded her legs from underneath her, stood up and brushed her skirt off.  She walked over to where Kamon now sat and said, "Good show mate." before walking back to her armchair that no one dared take.  She may be an even tempered person most of the time, but if she got angry, you might want to clear the room.