Post by lesuthprince on Sept 13, 2010 17:18:38 GMT 1
Lesuth may as well have been crawling as he stumpled into the Common room. He was sure that the Slytherin students were getting more rowdy by the week. It was bad because when they did, the Gryffindors gave them an equally bold response. It was hell trying to keep them off eachother. Lesuth silently wondered if it was even any use. To make matters even worse, the Head Girl was always absent unless there was classes or Lesuth had gotten Gryffindor or Ravenclaw to demand she patrol some area.
Lesuth sighed as he finally found a place to sit away from the other students. He had angered alot of them earlier and they had returned the favor unto him. Lesuth could almost feel a few of their scathing glares. Could almost hear their whispers relaying their thoughts on treachery. Lesuth had to commend the Slytherin students, at least they were smart enough to know when to back off a losing battle. Now all of Lesuth's former friends hated him. And that Sarah Peverell was no where to be seen again.
Of course it had to be at the worst possible moment that the Head Girl herself strode in through the portrait hole. Although the girl looked sombre as per usual, Lesuth could not help but project some demonization onto her features. Without thinking out his situation properly, Lesuth climbed off his perch and thundered over to Sarah. Anger was etched on ever inch of Lesuth's face as he threw a hand out to stop Sarah in her tracks. "How dare you walk in here like that! I've been making sure these brats don't kill eachother all month and you- you aren't ever doing anything but moping around! How the bloody hell did you even make Prefect?! Tell me, please. I need to know because your so bloody useless! You could die tomorrow and no one would care!"
Lesuth sighed as he finally found a place to sit away from the other students. He had angered alot of them earlier and they had returned the favor unto him. Lesuth could almost feel a few of their scathing glares. Could almost hear their whispers relaying their thoughts on treachery. Lesuth had to commend the Slytherin students, at least they were smart enough to know when to back off a losing battle. Now all of Lesuth's former friends hated him. And that Sarah Peverell was no where to be seen again.
Of course it had to be at the worst possible moment that the Head Girl herself strode in through the portrait hole. Although the girl looked sombre as per usual, Lesuth could not help but project some demonization onto her features. Without thinking out his situation properly, Lesuth climbed off his perch and thundered over to Sarah. Anger was etched on ever inch of Lesuth's face as he threw a hand out to stop Sarah in her tracks. "How dare you walk in here like that! I've been making sure these brats don't kill eachother all month and you- you aren't ever doing anything but moping around! How the bloody hell did you even make Prefect?! Tell me, please. I need to know because your so bloody useless! You could die tomorrow and no one would care!"