The funny thing about getting someone all riled up about dying... it tended to take a while for them to calm back down. Hateya glared after him, and the more he grinned the more her fist tightened around the paper ball in her hand.

She stomped closer to where he was, snapping, "Like I'd listen to YOU!"

Then she stomped on his foot.

The more her fist tightened and her face scrunched up all upset like, the more he couldn't help but grin and laugh. It was just....

BEST REACTION EVER!

Except that he liked his foot THANK YOU!

Another yelp. Another bit of hoping, this time a few paces away from the dangerous child. "I'm telling the truth!" He ATTEMPTED a bit more seriousness. "How else was I supposed to prepare you? Now, you will always be on guard for that ghost. But hey, if you don't want to know something that will keep you safe, then that's your prerogative."

"I told him to not get on your bad side Marie, and that I know from experience."
*Getting a better hold on Riley Matty pushed Marie's wand away.*
"Stop it Marie, the last thing a bloke who is about to let sick out everywhere is a wand at his back keeping him scared. Scared people seem to let out an awful lot of past meals."
*Matty knew that from just the first week of camp. The new recruits always got sick from the S.A.M mix. Fear, lack of sleep, hard training, and fear.*

"Yeah right." Hateya kept glaring at him, fighting very hard to resist the temptation to kick him again. Very hard. "If you had any brains in your head, you'd have already read Hogwarts: A History and know all the castle's ghosts, and that's not one of them!"

The closest it got was Peeves, thank you very much, and she didn't think he'd go quite so far as to attempt an addition to the ghost brigade.

Plus, it wasn't like she, herself, had read the book. Just listened in while one of her friends read it. At the end of the day it was the same thing, right?

She realized that he'd pushed her buttons, and stuck her little nose in the air, informing him quite loftily, "You're a cowardly, stupid liar. And I'm telling all the older girls I meet." Since older girls were into dating and giggling about boys, it seemed fair to warn them.

Oh this was rich.

Grin grin grin. Yes yes yes.

"So, I suppose when you warn them, you'll have to include the story of WHY you think I am such a person." Letting his foot go he moved forward, crouching in front of her because, lets face it, it was the only way to get eye level with her. "And then you'll have to tell them that you got scared that I would drop you." His grin widened. "And either they will think you are making up such a ridiculous story for attention, or they'll laugh that you got scared that some student would actually consider dropping you."

Standing with much pride, he drew up his pant leg. "Plus, who are they gonna believe? The one with a story, or the one with war wounds of an overly aggressive firstie?"

For pretty much the first time since Mihkel had faked tossing her over the side, Hateya didn't look terrified or angry. The look on her face was one of open amazement at how stupid he actually was. It was almost, almost sympathetic.

"Of course I'll tell them. Girls aren't boys, Mikey. They won't think I'm a coward; they'll think that you're a terrible person for being so mean to a little girl. A sixth year picking on someone who doesn't even know a single spell." She reached out with her free hand and offered a conciliatory pat to his head (since he went and lowered it for her), "Girls don't like mean boys."

And she felt her mouth give a teensy tiny twitch up at the red spot on his leg, "I'd be more worried about boys finding out how you got that, if I were you. Since boys do care about stuff like that."

Her brother, case in point, had tried to dismiss the single fight he'd got into, because he didn't want people to know he'd been decked in one hit. And that fight was with a boy his age, not a firstie girl.

That...hadn't gone over how he expected it to.

His head drew back and he chewed a frown onto his lips. Not how he expected at all.

Letting the pantleg drop over his growing bruise, he spared a glance over the railing once again. Maybe he would drop her over the side.

Le sigh. So much for happy days.

"I suppose you want an apology then." Eyeroll back to the little gretchen.

Hateya folded her arms over her chest, "You can give me one if you want, but I'm not apologizing."

Just so they were clear.

It occurred to her that if she accepted his apology, he'd probably want her to not tell everyone she met about her brush with death, and who gave said brush to her. If he felt like asking her not to say, she supposed she might agree. If he didn't... fair game.

He didn't want to. It was a big wound on his pride, but the repercussions would be even MORE devastating.

"Fine............................................. ......sorry."

There? Happy evil little thing?

"That was a very insincere sorry," Hateya pointed out. But, given that he'd been grinning and laughing at her just a few minutes ago, she supposed it was the best he could do.

The flat look he gave her simply said; 'you're not getting another one even if it costs me my teeth'.

Simple.

He didn't do apologies to younger people. It was beyond principle. So that sorry, however insincere it was, was all she was getting. "We good?"

It was his own fault he had to apologize, so Hateya ignored the irritated look she was getting. Maybe if he didn't want to be known as a mean boy who got beat up by little girls, he shouldn't go pretending to shove them off railings in the first place.

There was definitely a lesson somewhere in there.

"I guess so." She didn't really know what he meant by that, so she shrugged.

"Oh, cool." Samira rocket back on her heels, a habit she has been trying to keep herself from doing for some time now. "This is my second year. I can't believe first year went by so fast!"

Did she guess so in guessing that they were okay or in guessing his meaning?

He could feel an eye twitch going on. Oh no, she was NOT going to make him eye-twitch.

Instead, he thrust out his hand stiffly. "We are at an agreement of silence?"

Sophie left the hospital wing after seeing to that Finlay got his nose looked at by Healer Moretti. Knowing that she herself looked quite terrible with all the blood on her robes, hair and face she moved swiftly up the staircase. It wouldn't be good if too many students saw her. It would only cause rumours to float that eventually would end up in Madam Donovan's lap. The pain in her wrist had come back but the lioness prefect wasn't thinking about too much. No Sophie was aiming to go get herself cleaned up in the prefect's bathroom before thinking about her wrist. Maybe she could get an ice pack from Professor Zookara?

Evan was on his way to the Slytherin Common Room after a practising session in Room of Requirement again. Though, he had learnt his lesson this time and he wasn't sweaty at all--he had taken his shower in the room, and now he was neatly dressed in a simple t-shirt and jeans, hair still damp from the shower. It even looked handsome on him, so he usually let it damp, if he wasn't going out.

Jersey and the ball in his hand, he wasn't really paying attention to the people, until he saw someone walking fastly, coming at him. He got out of the way long before she could hit him, but while getting out he caught a glimpse of something reddish brown... a bad reddish brown... like...

"Is that blood?" Halting on his way as the staircase started moving and departing from his destination... he hardly cared now though, because the girl was...

"Sophie?!" WHAT had happened?! Why was she covered in blood?! WHO had attacked her?! He was SO going to kill them!

Sophie was walking upwards with her mind on other things like an ice pack, classes and just about everything else than who she passed. She did though stop when a very familiar voice said in disbelief behind her. "Is that blood?" Pulling away some blood covered strands of hair out of her face she sighed as it was apparent that Evan was shocked by her appearance and ready to punch the culprit. Wiping away some blood from her cheek Sophie said cheerily "Oh hi, Evan!" looking down at the blood she added calmly "It's not my blood. It's Finlays. He got punched in the nose by a badger on the seventh floor. I just took him to Healer Moretti." With her right thumb she started to massage her left wrist which was still aching.

A cheerful greeting?! She was covered in BLOOD and she was still being cheerful about it?! Shaking his head, Evan didn't even bother to greet her back. Merlin, she was quite a mess. Examining her from head to toe, he shook his head angrily again. Oh so she was protecting Finlay?! Gosh! He wished to have seen that. He would have enjoyed Finn feeling pain for himself, even if it was physical, to match the pain he gave to Marie. Not that it could EVER match it, but...

"Oh really, I'm truly relieved now," he snapped, definitely not missing that massaging. He didn't ask if Finn was OK now though. He didn't care that guy, really. Not after what he had done to Marie.

"You OK?" he asked, in a softer but still stern voice that demanded the truth.

Sophie blinked. Why was Evan looking so weird. It wasn't a big thing at all that she was covered in blood at least not to her. It wasn't hers and she was going to wash it off when she got to the prefect's bathroom. Looking at him sideways Sophie asked "What's wrong Evan? Why are you looking so weird? I'm fine really, I've just hurt my wrist since i had small fall on the seventh floor. It's nothing big. I'm telling you the truth." Gesturing to her blood covered self the lioness added "I got blood covered since Finlay had to lean on me all the way to hospital wing. Otherwise he might have fainted. It's really incredible how much blood a nose contains." Sophie knew she was missing something but at the moment she didn't know what.

S'funny, because Hateya could see an eye twitch going on, too. It was beyond tempting to point it out, and poke fun at it, but she didn't. She could be mature, unlike some people, "Okay."

She shook the offered hand, adding as she did, "If you do it again I'm telling about that time and this one, though."

Riley felt the wand of Marie shoved harder into his back and would have protested to her threat if he was in an able body to fight back. One day....

He then listened as Professor seemed to start with a sympathetic voice wondering what had made him ill, and then it turned bad. She was mean! "Don't....know..." And then he dry heaved. Nothing came out. Lucky because it was directed towards the Slytherin and Puff.

"Are we almost there??" he moaned.

"Stop whining, Salazar..." She said shaking her head. "Harm him in front of me and I'm going to have to deduct points and put you in detention." She said rolling her eyes. "I thought you were more of a Slytherin than that."

Hmmm... Hardworking Hufflepuff... Carrying a Gryffindor. Muscles and all... Salazar had finally gotten herself a winner...

"Yeah... " She said stepping off to the third floor. "Come on, the waiting room is this way."

Grinning she looked at Riley. "Yeah, trust him, he KNOWS." He had once been the victim of her violent fists.

"Stop what? I'm just keeping my wand ready in case he starts to fall over and I need to levitate him." or hex him Really, what was so wrong with being prepared here?

Oh gross. Was this boy ever going to stop puking... or not puking, whatever it was he was doing. Pointing her wand at his back again she continued to push follow behind him.

"Does it look like we're almost there yet?" Geesh, did being sick make the boy forget where the hospital wing was or what?

She wasn't whining. She was just making it clear that she didn't want to be there. "I would never harm him in front of you professor." No, she would wait until her head of house was no where to be found. Marie had yet to lose any points or get any detentions for hurting anyone... and she didn't plan on starting now either.

What was that supposed to mean? She was a total Slytherin. She was cunning, sneaky and evil all while be adorably sweet at the same time.

She would have commented on that Slytherin remark but she didn't want Lafay to hex her and she end up in the hospital wing as a patient herself. Instead she just kept pushing guiding Riley in the right direction. Not that she had to really do much since Matty pretty much had Riley held up there.

Eh, at least she looked like she was doing something.

What was wrong?! Her hanging out with Finn, carrying him to the hospital wing all alone and wandering around like that in bloody clothes were all wrong. Letting out a sigh, Evan skipped all these parts and simply held his hand out, saying "I can fix it if you want." He was a pro. at this after the Knocturn Alley incident in the summer. It would take no time...

Oh great, and she was getting close to Finn? How suitable! "Don't you ever fall for his little flirts, Sophie," he warned sternly, fishing for his wand in his sports' bag. "Just... stay away from him, won't you?" Both as in friendship AND relationship.

Still massaging her thumb Sophie thought about it but then held her hand out for Evan to fix her wrist. "I trust you! So try fixing it. If it goes south i'm holding you responsible." which she very much did. She genuinly hoped that it would work if it didn't and the spell went wrong and she merlin forbid lost a bone or two Sophie wasn't going to be happy.

Evan went to warn her about Finny and to not fall for his flirts. Sighing just a bit she said "We just TALKED! And no he hasn't flirted with me." Biting on her lip she added "I can't stay away from him i have patrol with him." As a thought dawned on her the lioness added "Evan, your acting jelaous again. I thought you had stopped that now that you have Mina."