Esther had gotten up to grab something from her room real quick, so Alistair took the opportunity to be brilliant. Honestly, he had no choice-- when hit with inspiration, he was morally obligated to do something about it. He took the bookmark out of her Cat Street manga. He pulled a piece of parchment off of his spiral notebook and doodled a the most beautiful piece of art that had ever been created: a caricature of Sailor Moon. He placed it exactly two pages forward (or was it backwards? He never knew with manga) than where Esther had left off.

It was absolutely exquisite. Sailor Moon's revenge, he'd call it.

Alistair placed the book back exactly where she had left it, settled back into his seat and rested his hands on the back of his head. He was going to be casual about this. Super casual. So casual it deserved a hashtag. #Winning.

Bella was awfully tired for so early in the day. She just wanted to go into the common room and rest. Lunch had been quite good, but the fifth year had some Defense and History of Magic homework to still do. Walking in, Bella found Alistair, or at least that's what she thought his name was, sitting in one of the armchairs with a satisfied look on her face.

"Hello." Bella muttered to him, setting her bag down. She quickly grabbed somebodies ink well, not wanting to upset Alistair or anything by making it seem like she was ignoring him. This happens a lot to the 16 year old. Whenever she had talked to somebody or they talked to her and Bella had decided to do something for one second, everything would immediately go downhill.

She dipped her quill in the ink, and started answering some History of Magic questions that Bella knew so therefore didn't really pay attention to the actual questions, but really the gist of them.