"Then find out on your own," Frank said haughtily. "But you'll be looking forever, actually."

He humpfed. He didn't like like anyone. Frank watched Allura. She wasn't painting her dragon anymore, but the wall still had this bright red streak on it. Magic could clean just about anything, he knew that, but it still seemed wrong. Hogwarts was their home. It had survived a terrible battle long ago. He'd heard the castle even fought back.

He looked between the wall and Allura. She might want to watch out or she might get smacked with a brick flying on its own.

"So," he said, feeling that now Allura didn't have anything else she could possibly tease him about, now that he'd dismissed the Eirene rumor. "What were you going to say about Professor Greyfriar? He's a good teacher and he's nice."

Frank couldn't completely hide that he was a little curious, but also he didn't want Allura saying mean things about a wizard he admired. This school didn't need more rumors flying around.

Back onto the headmaster, a rather boring topic really, other then him being a furry once a month. Although the constant news cycle about the werewolves got on her nerves, there were other things then dogs to report on, they could do that instead. It had taken over the school aswell with SAWS and the other two, which was her point to begin with.

"Knox." She braved the name. "Won't really look out or care as much, obviously he does, but while the other two....werewolves. Take up all his attention. He won't take the time unless its someone struggling, otherwise he'll leave it to the other staff." She said in her best go at making the tone sound final. Like she wasn't going to continue with it, likely he would continue the topic, she wasn't sounding the best here but it was true, atleast to her.  Why should he care about normal students as much when things are happening against werewolves?

She sighed and glanced towards the red stripe, she wanted to continue, why should it be a crime to bring colour to the castle, she's seen boys go off to the walls to make phallic symbols with their...fluids. So why should the castle get angry at her and not those boys? She was creating art, they were just impatient.

Ultimately she was on the defensive again, which she'd allow, a good defense is a good offense, that was true, but a defense allows time to recover and find a weakness to exploit, allowing you to maximize your offense. And that was what she was waiting for. Allura does not allow others to get the final word.

Frank rolled his eyes and stooped down to pick up his pot of seedlings again.

"That's not a rumor. It's just criticism," Frank said. Allura was being dramatic and Frank supposed she just wanted attention. Probably the same reason she was making a graffiti dragon out here by the bridge. It didn't make her a bad person, just immature.

"Maybe grow up," he suggested, knowing full well he was being snarky. "I recommend it."

He adjusted his grip on the pot and began to stroll away, but not before he turned back to her.  "Don't worry, I'm not going to tell on you."

That would be immature. She wasn't hurting anyone.

Yes, it was criticism, did this boy think she was all rumours? There was flesh to her, not just tea. And that tea she did have she could spill at any point. But until then she was herself, and that was flesh and blood and criticism. She wasn't going to tell him anything juicy right now, and she stands by her point. He was protecting his own, which to her she was happy for. She didn't really want a run in with one of the girls and to be attacked by them or mauled, after all she was too pretty for anything like that.

But he was leaving now, boo hoo. Who cared, she would get to paint in peace! Although supposed he would have to come back on the same bridge, but then she should be gone, or so she suspected. And if he told anyone she could likely spread rumours about him, but he seemed one of the less annoying ravenclaws so there was that atleast she figured.

She had almost just shrugged and let him go like that, but he was now acting smug, she should grow up? She? No, HE was the one who should of grown up! She was perfectly suited for her age, its not her fault her mother popped her out a day late was it? A day earlier and she would be with the fifth years like she should be. But no, child birth was too painful apparently.

She immediately felt guilty for it though, she ultimately didn't mean any of it. She was a good mother and did her best she was sure. She likely couldn't do better.

"I am very mature thank you very much!" She shouted towards the Ravenclaw boy as he walked off, only just realizing he had been walking off, her cheeks turned a faint rosy colour as she realized ultimately he got the last word and it was him telling her he won't tell on her.

Ravenclaws just had to be so smart didn't they? But it was back to spraying for her, she had her chance and she wouldn't let it go to waste.

She would make a sleeping dragon and she would be sure tickling it proved to be something you should never do.

Fin