Monday, December 8th - close to dinner time

Thank God today is finally over... Aiden sighed heavily as he made his way down the stairs from the fourth floor, bag full of books weighing down his left shoulder.  Sure, yeah, today was over but that still left the entire week left.  Mondays sucked.  They just plain sucked.  They dragged on and on, and when they finally ended, the realization that there were four more days in the academic week did nothing but only frustrate the young Slytherin even more. 

The weather also did nothing to brighten Aiden's mood.  It was particularly cold and nasty out that evening, meaning his chances of going out on a run were slim.  Great.  Another day stuck inside.  Another day caged.  How else was Aiden supposed to relax and relieve his frustration now?  Running was his thing and he hated not being able to get out.  Stupid weather. Stupid Mondays. Stupid, stupid, stupid!

Aiden's face was fixed in a concentrated glare as he descended the stairs into the Entrance Hall.  He just needed to get back to the Slytherin Common Room.  Just needed to go to the dorm and pass out on the bed before he ended up hexing someone.  He didn't even care about missing dinner.  He'd just sneak into the kitchens later if he was hungry.  At the moment, Aiden wasn't much concerned with his stomach. 

Walking across the Entrance Hall, he ran into someone (though he would never admit that and would insist they had run into him) causing him to stumble backwards.  Quickly regaining his balance, Aiden looked down at his shirt and discovered ink on his uniformed white shirt.  Of course this would happen to him.... today.... when he was already in an extremely bad mood.  Of course.  Life was twisted like that.

"Bloody hell! Watch where you're going, blind cow!" Aiden yelled angrily at the girl who had run into him.

Thank God today is finally over... Allie sighed heavily as she made her way down the stairs from the Ravenclaw tower, bag full of books weighing down her right shoulder.  Sure, yeah, today was over but that still left the entire week left.  Mondays always sucked.  They just plain sucked.  They dragged on and on, and when they finally ended, the realization that there were four more days in the academic week did nothing but only frustrate the young Ravenclaw even more.

The weather also did nothing to brighten Allie's mood.  It was particularly cold and nasty out that evening, meaning her chances of going outside to enjoy the outdoors were slim.  Great.  Another day stuck inside.  Another day caged.  How else was Allie supposed to relax and relieve the stress of upcoming exams now?  Being outdoors was her thing and she hated not being able to get out.  Stupid weather. Stupid Mondays. Stupid, stupid, stupid!

Allie's face was fixed in a concentrated stare as she descended the stairs into the Entrance Hall.  Se just needed to eat and then get back to the Ravenclaw Common Room.  She just needed to go to the dorm and pass out on the bed before her stress and subsequent anger got the best of her.

Walking across the Entrance Hall, she ran into someone (though she would never admit that and would insist that he had run into her) causing her to stumble backwards.  Quickly regaining her balance, Allie looked down at her robes and discovered a growing stain of ink from the cork popping off the bottle in her pocket.  Of course this would happen to her.... today.... when she was already in an extremely bad mood.  Of course.  Life was twisted like that.

"Bloody hell! Watch where you're going, stupid billywig!" Allie yelled angrily at the boy who had run into her.


((OOC:  see...funny, right?   ))

"Bloody hell! Watch where you're going, stupid billywig!"

Stupid billywig?!  The nerve of this girl!  She was the one who had gotten ink on his clothes and he was the billywig?!  That made absolutely no sense.  This 'girl' was out of her bloody mind insulting him like that.  It was enough that Aiden had had a bad day and that it was a Monday, but now he had some know-it-all Birdyclaw, who was not only clumsy, but who had spilled ink on him and insulted him.  No, no, this just wouldn't do. 

"You have some nerve, you know that," Aiden glared at the girl, beyond frustrated at this point. 

Wait, he knew this chick.  She was Allie Hargrove, also a fifth year.  Aiden had never cared for her in the first place and he certainly thought no better of her now.  Shouldn't she know better than to be so reckless around a Slytherin?  Could someone really be so dumb?  Aiden would have thought Ravenclaws had at least some sense in them.  Guess not.

"Eyes like a Bundimun, feet like a gnome, and a voice like a fwooper..... Good to know.  I'll give you an owl if I ever need something to scare the ghouls away with," Aiden spat.

Allie gasped at the words he spoke.  He had run into her, spilled the ink (which had, coincidentally, gotten all over his robes as well; for that, Allie had a small glow of happiness), and had the nerve to say such things!  Who in the ChamberofSecrets did this kid think he was?  Allie recognized the bloke, a fifth year from Slytherin.   His name was Aiden, and he was obviously a real piece of work.

"Well, aren't you just high on your hippogriff," she spat, getting more and more annoyed by the second.

Allie felt her stomach growl as the smell of corned beef wafted slowly past her nose.  Oh, how the day would have been so much better if it had ended with a peaceful dinner, a little bit of leisurely studying, and sleep,' Allie thought briefly, before tuning her mind back into the scene before her.

She looked him up and down.  One could practically see pride and arrogance dripping off of his robes--or was that just ink?  Nevertheless, Allie spoke again, her voice a strong combination of confidence and temper.  "Though, I guess I should forgive you.. it must be hard seeing where you're going with your nose so high in the air."

She paused, then continued with a smirk, "Or is it just stuck in your own arse all the time?  I never can tell."

Who did this girl think she was? Rowena Freaking Ravenclaw herself?!  No, that couldn’t be right.  If she were Rowena Ravenclaw, she would be smart enough not to argue with Aiden, a Slytherin, graceful and not bumbling around like an intoxicated troll, and humble enough to admit her mistakes instead of falsely accusing him (again, Aiden would never admit that he was at fault as well)!  Just what exactly was the Sorting Hat thinking when it placed her in Ravenclaw?  Allie was just as well suited for her own house - the Shrieking Shack.

"Well, aren't you just high on your hippogriff,"

Aiden rolled his eyes.  So what if he was?  Was it so wrong to know that he was better than her, because that obviously was the situation... Now that he thought about it, Aiden was confused as to why he was giving Hargrove so much of his attention.  He could be changing clothes and going to dinner by now.  Yet, at the same time, after having such a horrid day and then this... Aiden needed someone to release his frustrations on.  Allie just so happened to be that lucky person today.

"Though, I guess I should forgive you.. it must be hard seeing where you're going with your nose so high in the air.....Or is it just stuck in your own arse all the time?  I never can tell."

His dark eyes narrowed.  “Better to have a nose high in the air than look like you..... cause at least I have an arse.”