Alex sucked in a lungful of dusty air and coughed, trying to force his heart beat back into a normal pace to avoid falling into some cardiac arrest, as seemed rather likely right now. The stupid girl just had to stop like some freaking oaf right where he was walking, he had to crash into her. And not a bump. No. Alex had wound around her in a coil, their bodies molding, and it nauseated him. His fingertips were rubbing raw from attempting to scrub every foreign skin cell from his clothing, and the boy who gracefully never jingled sounded like a Christmas sleigh as he shook like a leaf, half out of terror, but mostly of fury. His pallor flushed as she snapped and his hands curled into two hard fists, muscles tensing in retaliation. Every aspect of the boy was hostile, his lips pulled over his teeth in a snarl and a growl, his posture, looming so far above Coheed, and his fists all too ready. His small world that he guarded and protected had been broken, she'd touched him. He smelled of her, there was no escaping the volatile, sweet aroma. "YOU'RE RIGHT! WHAT AN IDIOTIC QUESTION I! DO! AGREE! IF YOU'RE HERE THEN 'WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU' IS QUITE REDUNDANT, EH?" He boomed, pulling himself higher, until he was dancing on his tiptoes inside his combat boots. A pale hand hooked like a claw into the back of his head, lodging itself amongst the porcupine spikes and Alex breathed, fighting a faint. God, he'd kill her. Everything came rushing, then. Coheed had just seen him explode. She'd seen his crack, explored it. She knew, yes she knew only one, but perhaps his greatest phobia. Beautiful. You don't even care what she thinks, she's a freak. Calm effing down. But it was his pride, his tiny, microscopic ego. A terrible embarassment unknown to Mr. Visser gripped him and he massaged his temple, face lightening from a scarlet flush to a pink blush. He felt like his cheeks were aflame, and it was an awful feeling. Stupid, idiot girl, making his skin burn.

Coheed rolled her eyes. It's wasn't an eyeroll like the boy next to her would have, or one that the princess showed early. This eye roll was a sigh on exguast. Of pure giving up- almost. Coheed turned on her foot and let her back fall onto the wall. Slowly she slide down the wall until the sat. Her own- almost matching to the boys- dark heavy combat boots pointed towards each other as Coheed's thin long fingers ran through her long dark hair.

"Look there is something wrong with all of us." She merely said- he tone now back to the normal quiet state, he gaze to the ground. "If there wasn't we wouldn't be here. And no matter how much you may think you don't want to be here doesn't mean you don't belond here." Coheed felt as though she was talking mostly to herself- assuming the boy would probably huff and tell her that her openion didn't matter. It seemed as though everyone said that often. "I am sorry once again..." She didn't looked up

Alex furiously attempted to rub the blush out of his cheeks, knowing it would be obvious against his pallor. Abandoning his task he peered at her, his ice eyes carrying the hate of the world. Into Alex is where the excess seemed to leak; the excess hatred, the excess violence, the drops that the world could not handle ran thick in his veins. It created a monster, spurred by his troubles in the womb, his mother's alcohol bleeding with his developing brain to produce the dark boy. And yet, he denied he had a problem, even as he stood, palms red from scrubbing himself, he believed he was out of sorts with the other freaks. He wasn't like them, they were lonely idiots wishing to console in other desperate creeps. He didn't want a friend, and he had enough education and smarts to keep him safe enough, though he'd never be well off. He craved knowledge, so he studied alone, as he preferred it.

Alexander was still calming himself, breathing from his stomach as a therapist, who quit quite suddenly after two of his visits, had instructed him to do so. Though his muscles uncoiled edges of the blind terror were burrowed in his brain like shards of grass, prickling uncomfortaby. Just as his breaths regained normalcy, she spoke. Lividness, searing hot and shooting through his veins gripped him. His teeth bared, and face distorted, he hissed down at the girl, wand ripped from its holster. "Belong here? BELONG HERE. I DON'T BELONG ANYWHERE." His teeth ached, stressed by the pressure he exerted as he clamped them down in a grit and his chest convulsed in tormented pants, longing to thrash the life out of the dark porcelain doll. Graphic images of retaliation flashed before his mind, but instead, his boot collided with a wall, denting the wood instead of her doll face. Tremoring, he stalked away, pulling his hoodie closer, hiding in his cave.

The boy would like to think he didn't belong here. Coheed wasn't one to say he was the same as any of the other people around here. She wasn't the same as anyone in this school. No one was the the same as anybody here. For some reason when he pulled out his wand and started to yell at her- she wasn't afraid. Not like she was when she first collided with him. Coheed's eyes didn't even look up from the gaze she had at the ground. The girl didn't even twitch when he kicked the wall near her. Instead of saying anything she sat still on her own, thinking of how this year was going to be- and how insane Hogwarts was for sending all there troubled kids into one house where they had to interact with each other.

As she sat there alone she thought on how late it was getting. She was going to have to get up and head to bed. She could feel her eyelids getting heavy. So instead of wasting away in the hall- she headed back to her room.

Jeremiah looked at Jay Jay, and the around down the hall where people seemed to be headen around to their rooms. Jeremiah looked at Jay Jay again and smiled. "I should probably head to bed also. Classes tomorrow and what not." He gave a thumbs up and then walked to his room.

It was quiet when he walked in. But once Jeremiah looked around he saw the storming Alex off on his side of the room. Jeremiah wasn't going to bother him- he already looked as though he had enough of people for the time being. Quietly he walked over to his pin-stipped bed and sat down humming softly to himself.

He felt his head whir as he stomped into his room, dizzied by his outburst, hate, frustration, and embarassment. The girl was entirely too perturbing, though the only compatible friend for Alex was along the lines of a stone, and even then it would find a way to infuriate the easily irritated teen. He felt desperate to get out of this hell hole. He was to be stuck here for a whole year, no escaping. There was no back door out of the situation, and he was sure his parents had Alex-proofed the papers they sent in to Hogwarts, barring him from any means of freeing himself. Hogsmeade trips would probably be off, not that he cared to walk out in the open, under the expansive sky; it made him feel exposed. When the term ended they'd probably not call for him, not after he hurt their precious baby girl, but he didn't want to go back there. Alexander was unsettled, he only wished to move, his feet were unrooting, and he grew attached to no place, finding faults with each. However, his house with his irritating parents and can-do-no-evil siblings looked like a heaven at the moment. At least there the drawers were large enough...

He started as Jeremiah walked in, and he pointedly turned his back. I swear... If he asks to play a game of pictionary I'm going to find the highest window and jump out of it, he brooded, kicking off his boots and ripping black pajama pants from his bag. He sulked to the bathroom and quickly showered off, combing his hair out, the locks falling straight against his face, bangs nearly dangling to his lips. Alex looked like some ominous sheepdog and grunted at his appearance before he tugged on his pajama pants and brushed his teeth, wiping the sink immaculately. Keeping his eyes clearly away from Jeremiah (at this point it would take him little to snap), he sat on his bed and stared blankly, almost trance-like, ahead.

Jeremiah didn't even give him a glance when Alex made his way back and forth of what was most likely his bed time routine. When the boy was off in the shower Jeremiah had quickly changed out of his black jeans and into a pair of loose fitting pajama pants. When the boy had walked out of washroom Jeremiah was now sitting on his bed- plucking lightly at an acoustic guitar. With a quiet whisper he sung to himself- not even noticing Alex walking in from his shower.

"No, they know you're just a boy, so grow up and be a man. Little baby, kicking, you scream and whine, Victims pay the price eventually. The cost, let's see... your life." The strings on the guitar were constantly picked as Jeremiah kept his eyes closed singing the lyrics at a soft hushed tone. After a while he heard a foot step and Jeremiah stopped strumming and looked up at the boy. "Want me to shut up?" His voice wasn't what it was early when talking at the table, or talking to Jay. His voice was now hushed and quite. It gave off the vibe that he was either tired, relaxed, or just always talked like this.

Jay Jay nodded, "See you round," he said as he walked back to his room where his guitar had been pushed under his bed and his clothes merely scattered onto the floor. He sighed and plonked himself down onto his bed, that creaked slightly whenever he shifted his weight. His guitar poked out from under his bed, still longing to be played. Jay Jay shrugged his shoulders and pulled it out, the dust making a cloud in the middle of the room. He strummed the strings, each making a perfectly tuned note, then he started to play, singing softly to himself: "I walk a lonely road, the only one that I have ever known, don't know where it goes, but it's home to me and I walk alone..."

Lacey tip-toed into the hallway leading down to her room. Her music was off and her heart was pounding. Why did they turn off the lights? I was only 11 at night. Her shoes were off and she was trying to find left from right. Feeling the doors, she looked around. Twisting the last nob she touched, simply because she heard a footstep opening the doors, she slid in and faced the door closing it quietly. Turning to see Jeremiah and that weird kid from earlier she jumped. The door pushed open, Lacey behind it. Professor Carter popped in and then back out. She sat there, her eyes wide. Letting a quiet, nervous laugh escape her lips she managed to say one word,"Sorry." Not that she even knew they could hear her.

Jeremiah looked up as he heard the door creak open and shut. It was the girl from across the hall... Lacey? Yes that was right. Carter popped in and popped out without even noticing the extra guest in their room. He gave the girl a soft smile from behind the acoustic guitar sitting on his lap. "It's alright- I'd most likely do the same thing. I suggest though you head to your room before you all get your rooms checked. Don't need to get in trouble on the first day do you?" His voice was still soft and quiet like it was when talking Alex just seconds before.

Alex didn’t notice the gentle cords strumming in the background, not really, as he picked at a thread on his blanket, trying to sort through his irate, disturbing thoughts. Oh what he’d like to do to his parents right now, or even the human race in general. What idiot thought it would be a good idea to put freaks in the same house, living in such close quarters? In any other school, he could lurk in a corner and be done with them all; none would approach him, they’d be frightened, or disgusted. Here, strangers leached for contact, outcasts elsewhere, accepted here. He may have been a loner, but he enjoyed that status thoroughly, phobias screeching against any other lifestyle. He combed through his drying hair and dug through his backpack, tossing aside his sleeping medication. He felt too conformed already and needed to rebel in any small way possible, starting with refusing to do what doctors instructed. They were just another level of crushing authority, trying to roll out his dark his spirit. He would have taken them to escape this hell hole for a few hours, but he knew he would just have to wake up… What was the point? Alexander pulled an Arithmancy textbook from his bag, along with his earphones, holey socks, and a beat up copy of Shelley’s Frankenstein. It’d be a long night, but he was prepared.

It had been so quiet that he was caught off guard when Jeremiah spoke. He tensed, muscles tightening visibly, and swiveled to face his roommate, a clearly repulsed look on his pale face. Jeremiah’s voice wasn’t needling, yet it set him slightly on edge. “Whatever,” he hissed, pulling out thickly rimmed reading glasses and cracking open the textbook. The door swung open and that set Alex off. His wand was in his hand in seconds, and he sprung from his bed in a cat-like manner. The Headmasters were checking on them, eh? BLOODY ANNOYING TWITS. It took him a second to register who was standing there, and he exhaled, jaw twitching in irritation and scratching his bare stomach, busying his hands. "Bounce, Sister Do Good. You've already irritated me to pieces today and you've just interrupted a bonding game of charades," he sadistically hissed in a hushed whisper.

Lacey smiled, letting it fade into a scowl. First, Alex sat there with no shirt, which could haunt her very short dreams for quite a long time. Second, he called her sister do good? What was that. Plus, just to put her off the edge, he had to use that stupid hiss of his. Stalking over to him she glared up at him. It was irritating to be short, it had its disadvantages. "I'll have you know I don't take crap from idiotic, no-touchy, losers. I suggest you get yourself an attitude check before you catch what I really can do." She snarled. This side never came out before. It almost freaked her out. Lacey stood her ground. She was inches away from him, knowing full well he didn't notice her when his little scene with Coheed went down.

No not this in his room. All Jeremiah waned to do was relax. The boy put his guitar down and walked over to Lacey. Relax, that is what he wanted. Minutes before he was doing just fine. And although the girl was right- it was late. "Okay Lacey." He said quietly putting his hands on her shoulders. "Just leave him be." Jeremiah's voice was still at a calm and quiet whisper. With his hands on her shoulders he brought her a couple of feet away from Alex. "If we need to settle this, settle it tomorrow how bout? I've really had enough for today and it is sort of late."

He looked at Alex, hoping that the boy knew that Jeremiah was really trying to get her out for his sake, but most likely would still have the same foul attitude- saying that he didn't need help from do gooders like Jeremiah.

Alex loomed over her, wand so near to her lips it was quite tempting to shove it down her throat. He felt invaded and exposed from every angle; first he'd been kicked out of his home town, to another freaking country, put in with a ROOMMATE, and now his half of the room was being crossed! His fingers twitched, they longed to curl around Lacey's throat and squeeze until her pretty little face turned blue and her lips white. "What the HELL are you talking about?" He growled, straddling the border of near bellowing. Sure, he flinched away from Ashleigh but the girl smelt like she'd dove into a fountain of perfume, others with a keen sense of smell would have reacted similarly. His stomach churned, and though her proximity did coax bile into his throat, it was something he could handle. Another step and he'd diffindo her face off piece by piece. "And I kindly suggest you get the heck out of my room before you land in Mungo's, every bone in your tiny body broken." He'd snap her neck happily, and he didn't think she got that. The girl could do no wrong in her own mind, she belonged in the daisy chain line with the others. Not in his room, by his bed, snarling her head off like a peeved toddler. His wand hand twitched away from Lacey to Jeremiah as he stalked over, and it alternated evenly between the two. His eyes narrowed, noticeable between the gaps in his damp hair. He didn't need Gandhi over here to straighten out tiffs.

Lacey felt herself being dragged backward. Her eyes stayed locked on Alex's. They were showing through the gaps of his hair. Stunning how much hatred could show in such a beautiful color. "Coheed? C'mon, you couldn't have forgotten by now." She said coldly. That little screaming match between this boy and her roommate was disturbing to say the least. Jeremiah already had her halfway out of the room by now. "I will be bringing this up tomorrow. You chose how far it goes." She said to Alex. Turning swiftly to her door, she hurried in, Slipping her clothes off, she jumped into the shower. Most of her shampoos and soaps were scentless or of a lower key. She hated to smell like she had doused herself in a bottle of perfume like Ashleigh, but she couldn't stand to smell like dirt either. An even balance was nice. Quickly slipping into a pair of Pj pants and a tank top, she brushed through her hair, brushed her teeth, and crawled into bed. Why didn't the rooms have locks? Well, Lacey supposed it didn't matter because students could magically unlock things. Still, should she worry about Alex just waltzing in and killing her?

Aiden opened his door after he heard the commotion outside. He shrugged after a girl stormed into her room and closed his door back. He stretched and sat down on his bed, wondering where his roommate was. He laid down on his bed and looked at the ceiling.

Coheed looked up from her bed when her roommate came in. The girl look frustrated. But instead of pushing and asking for questions, Coheed didn't even open her mouth. Instead she sat on her bed with a quill and a piece of parchment on a school text book, drawing away. She was just going to let the girl do whatever she wanted- and deal with whatever she needed to.

Jeremiah watched the door close behind Lacey. Without even looking at Alex Jeremiah sat down back on his bed and picked up the wooden instrument again. Slowing he got back into the song he was previously playing- acting like nothing happened at all.

Alexander Visser's corpse face had never experienced so much color in his lifetime. It flushed a shocking scarlet in irateness, and his eyes near bulged out of his skull. His hand was now wound so tight around his wand that his short nails dented his palms in half moon shapes. He was livid past words, breath coming out in ragged pants, tremoring with unadulterated hatred. How did she...? Why did she...? Not only was she a freak, prick, and other more colorful words, Lacey was a freaking stalker; it disturbed him. He viciously loathed being looked at, his blood froze when he found someone's eyes upon him, but to be studied without his knowing was pushing every limit and button he possessed. An additive, the idiot had seen him as Coheed found and explored a deep fear and dark internal struggle. Why didn't everyone just BACK OFF?! How DARE she snoop, how DARE she bring it up? SHE HAD NO CLUE WHAT SHE WAS TALKING ABOUT! SHE COULDN'T POSSIBLY UNDERSTAND! And here she was, bursting into his room, lying his problems out on a table to be prodded and examined. "I'LL SNAP YOUR PRETTY LITTLE NECK!" Alex screeched, throwing a vicious stinging hex her way, the girl only escaping it by a few centimeters as she slipped out of the frame of the door. The spell hit the entrance and sparks flew, a small burnt mark etched into the woodwork where Lacey should have been. In a fit, he kicked his bed, foot smashing into the metal work, bending it, and bit back a cry as his toes broke with the force. He staggered back and murmured a quick healing spell, rubbing the blue bruises. Steaming, the pale form curled against his wall, ripping the thin fabric of his pillow to confetti.

Oh great- now Alex was on a little fit. Jeremiah wondered how he was going to be able to do anything at all through the year if he was to be stuck with this boy. His on going wrecking of the room. As long as he didn't wreck anything of his- Jeremiah would be alright. His fingers continued to move around the fret board as Jeremiah gave the boy a quick glance and then back to the guitar. Oh yes, it would be a fun year. "You'll just see the worst of me, With the hope they understand. No, they know you're just a boy-" His voice started to whisper out. If the boy didn't settle down- hopefully Jeremiah would be able to go through the night quickly with this song.

It was a hope, but he did hate it ever so much when the night was slow. The night held things that he didn't want to be near, or hear. So instead of sleep he would sing and strum softly at his guitar. His voice kept singing. "You've got nothing to prove, stay afraid. Young brother, you've got nothing to prove."

Lacey realized what Alex had screamed now, she shot up in her bed and turned the lamp on. Scooting back to the head board she sat up. She had just dodged death? Her breathing was ragged as she looked over to Coheed. "Sorry." She said breathlessly. "If your curious, I'll tell you." She added quietly. What she wanted to do was apologize to Jeremiah, she caused whatever he ended up going through tonight. Lacey wouldn't blame him for hating her forever.

Coheed looked up from her drawing at the girl. "I..." Well yes she was curious, but really she didn't want to say so. She could only imagine something happened with Alex. Earlier she had heard the boys screams from across the hall and behind the wall. Muffled- but she knew it was his. "Kind of." She simply said with a small blush on her face. The girl felt as though she had to watch every word she said out of the fear of someone snapping at her.

Lacey nodded, turning to face Coheed, she began her story. "Well, I was getting in late, from exploring the school, and they were doing room checks, well Professor Carter was. So I went in what I thought was this room. It was over there, and Jeremiah didn't care that I hid there, but Alex had a problem with it. He .. " She shivered. " .. He was shirtless, but he just started insulting me. I snapped and we were yelling at each other, and I told him I saw you two in the hall. When I was leaving, he tried hexing me and said he was going to,'Snap my pretty little neck.'?" She said turning to add,"Are you okay, he's really .. uh, creepy."

Alexander really did hope this night would pass quickly, yet the day, he knew, would be trying. There would be teachers, lines of them, demanding submission. There would be Princess, and idiotic Lacey, and that girl, Coheed, evidently, who he ran into. She had to stop in the middle of the hall, didn't she? All of them were freaks, all would pull some stupid stunt or the other. She had to break into his world, crack it, smash his barriers he'd pain stakingly created sense birth, and before, probably. Though he'd showered, and knew he smelled like soap, nothing more, it was as if her aroma still hung about him, heavy like a palpable mist. Her heart, warm, beating into his chest as his body crushed into hers... It was nauseating, the proximity, and his phobia drowned his hormones who were fervently celebrating, leaving him with dry irritation and hate. Why was he here? Why? If his parents didn't want him, he'd happily take to the streets. Both were trying to get back at him for these retched sixteen years, he knew. It did not occur to the dark teen that though they were terrified of their son, primitive care was knit into their cells. His mind had been made up long ago; he loathed them and vice versa. Exhaling he pushed his earphones in and flipped to his place in Frankenstein, snatching up his glasses from where they lay abandoned on the mountain of cotton shreds. Anger continued to operate his body, but there was nothing he could do for tonight other than grit his teeth, read, and imagine inventive punishments for Lacey.

Coheed looked at Lacey. "Oh..." Is all she could really say. What so to even say she had no clue. The girl had a feeling it was something with Alex, he had been causing quite a bit of trouble- and it hadn't even been 24 hours. Through the walls and in the halls Coheed heard the distinct agressive voice of the angered Alex. There was something to him. Wether he was creepy, of afraid, or fearful. There was something to him- and at this moment Coheed had no clue what it was. "Well theres something wrong with him." It seemed as though no one wanted to admit there was something wrong with them. She knew something was wrong with her.

"Mother Superior. Come catch the rabbit, he runs, How's your son? You're frightened of leaving this truly gone fishing amalgam. Go fetch your gun" Jeremiah kept singing. not minding Alex in whatever he was now doing. His voice remained hushed and the strings were only plucked softly.

Lacey smiled to Coheed. "Everyone has issues, whether they admit it or not. Some have different degrees, and we all just have a higher level of it." She shrugged, Lacey knew she had a problem, well a few of them actually. "But, seriously, are you okay, I mean you looked terrified when he was screaming at you."

"Yah I am alright." She said as she fiddled around the a piece of her hair. Really she felt embarressed that someone else had almost seen her snap. Almost snap. Coheed was just so uncomfortable. This place was still something she was going to have to get use to. "I was just caught off guard- thats all."