All through the halls people were walking to their classes, oddly pushing and shoving to get into the rooms and studying for exams. Beatrix Dark, however, was late for her class because... Well... She didn't like History. She was basically dragging her arse to class without a worry in the world. The halls emptied and she was alone in the ABANDONED corridor. (Geddit?) Beatrix was fumbling with her bag as the final door clicked and all there was in the hallway was her soft steps. Which was creepy.

"Merlin!" Beatrix had just realized how late she was and began to rush her footsteps, "It's like I'm purposely trying to be late!" She murmured to herself, sarcastically. She knew fully well that she was hardly even trying to get to class. She hated History! Beatrix could hardly count the number of times she told somebody that. She couldn't even count the times that she had turned homework into Greyfriar and all it really was was a drawing of him in a teddy-bear suit and/or eating honey. This was weird for a girl her age, but so was flashing her Potions Professor her close-to-naked buttocks. Bea blushed wildly at this thought as it came flying back to her. That was definitely a day she didn't want to remember.

"Oh. I'm so dead!" Bea cried as she finally began to ACTUALLY hurry. She fixed her tie, smoothed out her skirt and... Ran straight into someone. Beatrix squealed as she fell backwards, onto the floor. "Bloody frozen fish cakes!" She murmured and sat back up. She seemed to be walking right into everything these days. Beatrix Dark was definitely a danger magnet in the halls of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Just the other day her fellow Quidditch player had knocked her down with something muggles called a 'Football'. Beatrix flipped her pink hair out of her face and sighed.

Last minute studying in the library was one reason, a very good one, for being late. It was totally excusable and totally fine. Except Charlie hadn't been in the library studying at all. He had really been in the Hufflepuff dorms, sleeping. Sure, the two were in direct correlation of each other (if Charlie hadn't been up all night studying in the library then he wouldn't have overslept), but professors didn't really take sleeping as an excuse.

He was speeding up the corridor like a maniac, not paying any attention to where he was going. His school robes billowed behind him, flapping in the wind stream left by Charlie's extremely quick walking. Up a staircase, down another hallway, through an empty classroom; Charlie's path was becoming more winding with every step he took. It was a perilous journey, he knew. If any prefects were out patrolling, or if a professor had a free period, Charlie would have probably been in detention for the rest of the year.

Thankfully his path was clear. Not much further now, just down another hallway, a sharp turn and up another staircase. If he hurried, he could probably make it before the roll had been called. He put another notch in his speed, sprinting down the halls, when it hit him. Charlie had been so wrapped up in his tardiness that he hadn't realized just how bad he had to go pee.

A quick stop by the loo couldn't hurt, he was already late and a little more late couldn't hurt too bad. After a relieving couple of minutes, Charlie was once again barreling down the lane to the classroom when something totally different hit him. It was a big pink fluff ball. At least that's what he thought it was before his head had stopped spinning. "Umph." Charlie moaned, "How'd you get there?" Charlie asked, incredulous that anyone else would be late for class, and then realizing that she was late, "Shouldn't you be in class?"

"How'd you get there? Shouldn't you be in class?"

"By you hitting me!" Beatrix bellowed right back at the, what she assumed, boy and picked herself up off the floor. Her bag laid lopsided on the floor as she dusted off her skirt and cursed at everything with words like 'Freakin'' and 'Holy Toast'. What kind of question was that, anyways? How did you get there? Oh, I don't know. I decided to lay down on the ground, stretch out a bit... YOU KNOW? Beatrix picked up her bag and swung it over her shoulder. She had no time for this! Whatever Fatty-McFat that had hit her would have to pay LATER. "And I'm LATE, thank you very much. You shouldn't have any excuses yourself, Mister!" Beatrix snapped over her shoulder, still dusting her perfectly-fine skirt. She then turned her heels (Facing the boy who hit her) and began to walk in the direction of her class again...

Holy Mother of ALL That is Holy! It was Charlie Robards! Beatrix gasped over-dramatically and stopped in her tracks. She had been fancying Charlie quite a bit lately, and this was quite overwhelming. Not as much as running into Alexander Snark and cursing at him... But it was close enough! "Oh, Charlie! I'm so, so sorry! I didn't know..." She squealed, her hands springing up and down for emphasis on how bad she felt. Not really thinking, Beatrix began to dust off Charlie (Like there was even dust, anyways!) and blushed wildly. "I'm sorry! Really! I- I just... Oh shiver me timbers!" Beatrix stepped back and covered her mouth with her hands.

Though, it was probably not such a big deal, anyways. People knock into eachother in the hallways all the time! Like how the Slytherin Quidditch team would knock into Bea whenever they saw her, just to rough her up a bit. This didn't fool Beatrix at all, and she knew SHE would be doing the knocking once she gets her Beater's bat. Then who will be laughing!? This was no time for planning out people's deaths, Beatrix concluded. "Are you alright?" She asked, her voice finally calm enough to be considered normal. "Do you need help? I can help you. I can get help. Do you need... Help?" Beatrix said, quickly, while fixing Charlie's tie. Not that it needed fixing... She was just like that.

“No! Not there as in…” Ugh, it was absolutely no use. It would be impossible to explain what he meant by ‘not there, there’ without loads of hand waving and flying spittle. Quite frankly, Charlie didn’t really have time for spit and arm movements; he needed to get to class, and fast.

As the overly dramatic chick shouted over her shoulder and stalked away, Charlie could only stare in complete shock and disbelief. All pretences of getting to class lost, Charlie stood rooted to the spot while the girl did a three-sixty and trampled back over to where he stood, mouth agape.

"Oh, Charlie! I'm so, so sorry! I didn't know... I'm sorry! Really! I- I just... Oh shiver me timbers!"

“Really, it’s quite alright!” Charlie said, trying to pry himself away from the girl as she frisked him. “No harm, no foul,” he said, attempting a smile (though he wasn’t sure he could without busting out laughing).

"Are you alright? Do you need help? I can help you. I can get help. Do you need... Help?"

“Bea! Honestly!” Charlie said, carefully taking her hands off his neck and dropping them by her sides, “I’m fine, and I enjoy my tie this way,” He said, trying to be as calm and collected as was humanly possible. “You should really learn to stop worrying.” He said, laughing in spite of himself.

“Really, it’s quite alright! No harm, no foul,”

"B- But it isn't!" Beatrix, feeling herself blush a deep red. Charlie definitely wasn't the young Ravenclaw's type. No, no. But he was adorable and sweet and nice and had a smile that really warmed her up. Even if it was awkward and she could tell she was doing something wrong by the look on his face. "I'm sorry... Did I say something...?" She asked, quietly. Bea didn't believe she did anything wrong, after all, she WAS helping him, wasn't she?

“I’m fine, and I enjoy my tie this way, you should really learn to stop worrying.”

"Ohh..." Bea let her hands drop and within another few seconds, she was back on dusting him off. A nice pat on the butt wouldn't hurt, either. Which Bea wasn't afraid to do, pretending she was checking him over. More so, checking him out. "No... I'm REALLY sorry... I just really hate History and didn't feel like going today... Oh bother... You have dirt on your face." Bea then licked her thumb and began to smudge off a small spot from his cheek. Though it probably didn't exist, she didn't mind trying.

When she was finally satisfied, she let her hand linger a bit on his cheek before resting it on his shoulder. "I know you say you don't mind it, but I feel awful. I could buy you candy... Do your homework for you... I feel real bad." Beatrix told Charlie, she was finally calming down. But, as she spoke, she stared into his eyes and didn't blink once. As if staring him down would make him fancy her and think "Yes. This girl is definitely the one". Bea once read in a dating book that this would work... Or was she suppose to blink slowly... Or fast... She already DID blink fast though, that was nature. But still, Bea continued to stare, and an innocent grin spread across her lips.