Hall leading to the entrance to the Kitchens

Michael was having some issues with his stomach, he suspects that someone had tried to perform a regurgitation charm on him against his knowledge but that it had been poorly done, and instead of making him vomit up the contents of his stomach, the contents seemed to be constantly be moving in his stomach, which to say the least was uncomfortable.  He was no headed to the kitches to see about getting some bread or crackers, maybe that would help settle his stomach, it seemed to help his fathers indegestion.

In his hurry to get to the kitchens he wasn't paying the kind of attention that he should have been, especially with it being past currfew, as his stomach seemed to be getting worse the more he moved around, perhaps a visit to the hospital wing would have been a better idea.  He was just thinking about turning around and heading that way when.....

WHAM...

he ran smack into somthing warm.. kind of squishy... another student, one he didn't know that well.

Michael hurridly stood back up and began to straighten out his robes.

"Oi.. Sorry about.. " Michael suddenly bent over in pain and only the force of his will kept him from empting the contents of his stomach all over the floor in front of him.

Such a peaceful night, Jasper thought idly as he wandered in the general direction of the kitchens. The Slytherin was tired from a long day of classes, homework and studying. Studying especially. Next year, he was going to be a Seventh Year and have to take his NEWTs. He had to start studying sometime, and to a studious student like Jasper, a year ahead was almost too late. I hope nobody else is with the House Elves. On weekends, Jasper rarely actually ate in the Great Hall, preferring to pick up his meals in the kitchens themselves and he had become very friendly with the House Elves over the years. As long as they didn't try and serve him poultry, he was fine with them. But Jasper didn't like talking to House Elves or even being around them when there was another wizard or witch around the corner. It felt too condescending.

So there he was, hardly paying attention as he walked, thumbs hooked in his jean pockets, a worn Falmouth Falcons shirt with the players swooping around on his chest, and his favorite black cloak. It was a rare sight to see Jasper without a cloak or robe or some form of entirely wizarding clothing. He was a pureblood, after all, no matter how much time he spent with Waker or how many muggle books he read. And of all Jasper's luck, he happened to walk right into Micheal Jaymez. That's right, Micheal Jaymez. Jasper didn't hate the guy, he was alright. But he did seem to have some pretty twisted up ideals. For one, he thought Gryffindors were the best House there was. And Jasper - not to sound hypocritical - was pretty sure everyone thought their own House was the best, because he was most definitely sure that Slytherin was the best House to be in. Period.

But there was a key difference here. Jasper knew the other people in Houses besides his were decent, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, or Ravenclaw - hell, his best friend was a Ravenclaw. And Micheal, from what Jasper had seen of his fellow Sixth Year, did not understand this. So upon being run into this Mr. Michael Jaymez, Jasper's lip curled with disgust and he was just about to shove the obviously sick Sixth Year off him when the said person managed to back off Jasper himself.

"Oi...Sorry about..." the fool moaned, before keeling over in pain, obviously barely managing not to barf on Jasper's newly polished black shoes. Jasper leaped to the side. "What are you doing?" Disgust was evident in each and every particle of his being. "You felt mischievous enough to come and try and vomit on a poor, innocent Slytherin?" His tone was accusatory and defensive. Jasper didn't bother in being subtle in taking out his wand.

"You felt mischievous enough to come and try and vomit on a poor, innocent  Slytherin?"

Michael wasn't sure he understood Jasper right at first, afterall who would do such a thing, he certainly wouldn't, and why would he goto the kitchens to do it, he was so confused by this reaction that he almost lost the contents of his stomach again.  And if that was his purpose why didn't he just let loose.  Only a Slytheryin would suspect someone of such a thing as only a Slytheryin would do such a thing himself

"Bad... regurgitation... charm.. crackers... stomach.. settle" was about all Michael could get out

((Not to sound rude, but could you please write a bit more for me to respond to next time? Thanks.))


Michael looked hopelessly confused, to Jasper's exasperation, and the Sixth Year Slytherin felt compelled to explain just why he had assumed such. "You're in the dungeons? Hello? Unless you were here to vomit on a Hufflepuff, which is just as bad." He rolled his eyes. "Is there anything, anything at all going on inside that head of yours, you berk?" Jasper scowled. He didn't have much patience today and running into a sick Gryffindor with a hero complex and a hatred for perfectly innocent Slytherins like himself certainly wasn't about to help matters.

And it was a Monday night. Jasper was always busy on Monday nights and he needed to get some tea before he went to sleep. It was what Jasper did every Monday night - a quick tea as a pick-me-up, shower, and bed. Michael Jaymez was not in the plan. And Jasper hated when someone interrupted his plans - oh, nox that, his plans were sacred. Why didn't this stupid berk get that?

"Bad... regurgitation... charm.. crackers... stomach.. settle" the Gryffindor croaked out. "What?" Jasper mumbled, half to himself. "You felt like you were going to vomit, so you came down here to charm some crackers and hope your stomach would settle?" He looked and felt disgusted. "Stupid Gryffindors." Jasper rolled his eyes theatrically, not even considering the fact that he was stereotyping Michael.