hard rock hallelujah

Sixth Year

"TREMLETT YOU WHORE!" was Lancaster's last words when Aiden left the broom closet. He would bang his head one day over that. For now, Lancaster was his best snogging partner. If she would stop being so fierce. One day, he knew, he was probably going to sleep with her and probably get killed for it.

For now, he should totally get to class.

Twelve-year-old Tshering was scuttling through the halls, feeling a little disheartened at Nat's disappearance. She was still wondering to herself on her return, on whether there will be a return of her beloved friend. Still, she knew that she should stay optimistic, which was why there was a huge smile on her face.

She saw someone sneak out of a broom closet, and her curiosity went wild. Who on earth was that boy snogging? It was none of her business, but...

Her mind drove her to walk towards him and tap him on the shoulder. "A-Are you okay?" she asked, her eyes unblinking, "you seem kind of mad."

(ooc: old tshering drives me crazy. ew.)

Ade felt somebody tap him on the back and he knew it was one of his housemates by her robes. He saw her before but with the Gryffindor and the Slytherin who Dev used to like but never talked to. He supposed that she was nice enough to talk to.

He could remember being a bit like her when he was her age being innocent and curious. She was not much older than a first year. Maybe a second year.

"It's kind of complicated," he answered. "You see, I was kissing someone in there and she got mad at me. I don't blame her though but we do have to get to classes."

"Kissing?!" yelled Tshering, her mouth wide open, "ew... why do people do that? It's so gross!" The girl crossed her arms, staring angrily - though her anger was not directed at the boy. "I will never get a boyfriend! Never ever ever!"

She then saw somebody walking through the corridor. She was scared it was a Professor so she leaned on the wall, not taking a breath until the footsteps were gone.

"Who are you anyway, Ravenclaw?" Tshering spat, scanning the boy. She wondered if he was a nice student or a mean one like the other sixth years were to her.