“The hell are you going, MacFusty?”

Tynan stopped halfway through the door to the entrance courtyard, turning to glare at the boy behind him with his one good eye. Jason White, fellow Gryffindor and massive pain in the arse stood there, hands crossed on his chest. The boy was hoping to be a prefect someday, everyone said. Nosy bastard.

He and Jason had never got on. Maybe they where too similar in some ways; maybe it was because the other boy was a smartass. Either way, Tynan didn’t really care; it boiled down to the fact the black-haired boy was a regular sassanack choob.

“Nane ‘o yer business, ya scunner,” Tynan snapped. Jason gave him a look that Tynan was familiar with – the look of ‘wait, what did you just say?’ It wasn’t his fault the idiots here couldn’t understand his accent. It wasn’t like what he’d said was that complex. Jason appearently decided whatever 'scunner' meant it wasn't nice and his scowl deepened.

"You’re going to lose us points again, aren’t you?” he accused, and he was probably right. Gryffindor wasn’t doing so well this year. "Mairead and Keegan are the worst, but you're not helping either, you know!"

“Aye, an’ whit’s it tae ye?” When Jason opened his mouth to reply, Tynan glared darkly at him. “Gae shove yer thoum up yer arse an’ die, ye dunderhied,” he said firmly and, to accentuate his point, gave Jason a firm shove, which sent the smaller boy stumbling backwards until he tripped and fell over onto the flagstones.

Satisfied, Tynan stomped off into the snow as Jason nursed his badly bruised elbows.

Tynan had had a long winter so far. He hadn’t gone home for the holidays, and by Merlinwas he getting tired of this castle. He’d made up his mind this morning about what he was gonna do today, and Jason could go kiss a dragon before he was going to let him stop him, especially when a single shove could get the boy out of his hair.

The snow crunched under his sneakers as he trudged towards the Quidditch pitch. He wasn’t supposed to be down here, he guessed; but it was better than staying cooped up indoors. Besides, the stadium looked like something interesting to climb on if he had to hide – not that that jungle-gyming on the stadium was on his list of things to do. The broom he held over his shoulders could certainly have clued people in to his intentions.

He’d probably get in trouble if he got caught, which made it all the more fun. He’d passed his flying lessons with good marks, though – shouldn’t that mean he got free reign with a broom, now? It only made sense. What was the point of teaching them how to use the things and then taking them away again? Actually, that seemed like something they’d do, just like how they seemed so against first years on the Quidditch team.

The pitch was empty, thankfully; the snow seemed to have kept the teams indoors this morning. Well, all the better for him.

He dropped the broom in the snow next to him as he emerged onto the pitch proper and snapped, “Up!” as Hooch’d taught them. The broom zoomed up into his open hand and he climbed aboard.

His brothers and the others had told him several times he’d never get to play quidditch because of his eye and his lack of depth percepticit....percepicoion...whatever. Well, he’d learn ‘em. He just had to get used to it, right? Though having only half the vision of the other players ruled out Seeker, he supposed. That was fine; maybe he could play beater and pretend it was an accident when he hit the other team with his bat. 'Aye, miss, aim sorra'. Ei's face jus' looked so much like a bludger, miss. All leathery an' bealin'.'

Cyhirae hummed a nonsensical ditty to herself as she walked towards the Hogwarts' entrance. Beyond that she had no real destination in mind other than getting some fresh air, maybe walking the grounds a bit. As she got closer she heard two voices arguing, both of which she recognized. Curious she picked up speed and as she got closer she could begin to make out what they were arguing about. She rounded a corner just in time to see Tynan push Jason onto the floor before heading outside.

Giggling, Cyhirae walked over to where Jason was picking himself up off the floor, "You know I never thought that I would ever see you worry about loosing points."

Jason looked over at her and scowled, "Shove off Cy. Maybe I just actually care about winning the House Cup, or did that thought never cross your mind." He rubbed his elbows idly, "Why are you down here anyway?"

Cyhirae ignored Jason's jibe. In the near constant argument that the two of them had the past couple of years, his little snipe was so minor in offence that it was obvious it was merely reflex for him, and Cy didn't feel like arguing. She was in a really good mood this week, her father was here and the Blairs were moving back to Scotland and Tess was coming to Hogwarts so nothing could bring her down at this point.

"I was just going to go for a walk outside," Cyhirae raised an eyebrow at Jason, "that's not a crime now is it?"