I'm His ... Girlfriend?

Raziel just stared at the still fighting 'kids' in front of him. He couldn't for the life of him, understand why they had to be so loud during an argument. He already couldn't understand how some people could constantly talk, how could one expect him to understand how these two people could just yell at each other. didn't their throats hurt? Didn't they ever run out of air? He already feel like dying by just watching them, and he was a good few feet away from them. It was a wonder how the unconscious girl could stay unconscious amidst all that spectacle. Maybe they should leave. While he still couldn't put his finger as to the reason why the girl seemed too familiar, he couldn't just stay there and let his and Dante's ear bleed because of the two's loudness.

He stayed unfazed as the Slytherin glared at their direction. He was used to it, and it wasn't like he would die because of that glare. He stares at people all the time, a glare wouldn't do much to him. He continued to stare blankly, not even showing any sign of discomfort. He could do with the glaring, at least, he wasn't yelling at them. But alas, he probably shouldn't have thought about that as soon, the hufflepuff turned her attention towards them. He should have expected it. She was being so loud earlier that this actions shouldn't come as a surprise anymore. He couldn't really understand why she had to talk so much, and while he didn't really dislike anybody, he was finding it quite hard to stay apathetic about the girl. He just tilted his head at her and stare like he was watching a movie. He too, then popped a sweet into his mouth the same way that Dante did after the latter offered it to him. He briefly tore his gaze away from the two and nodded to the Ravenclaw to show his appreciation. He reached for his pocket only to discover that he had left his own set of sweets at his room. He brought out his hands in front of him and look at if as if he was mentally trying to will his sweets to appear right then. He brought them down again and rested them on his sides after he had accepted the fact that he couldn't call for them, not without his wand. He had already completely forgotten about the yelling couple and the unconscious girl.​
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He had known the girl for years, but Liam had never seen her act like this before. But that didn't mean that he would tolerate it, in fact, it made him want to kill her even more. He couldn't just let anyone step on his pride. It already happened once with that cursed Gryffindor. and he didn't let that slide. He had hit the stupid lion with a book and he didn't regret that at all. He would do that again if given a chance, perhaps even hit him with a steel bar or something so he wouldn't wake up anymore. He should probably do the same with this girl, then perhaps, she would stop talking and for once, follow his orders the way he wanted her to. But alas, he was quite sure that she would not stop. He must have underestimated her stupidity. She couldn't even tell time properly, how could he expect him to understand him? Sometimes he wondered if he would meet someone who was even more stupid than she was. But he realized that there was that Gryffindor too. He didn't want to meet anyone else like them. He'd soon turn into a criminal because of them.

He brought up his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose. His headache was worsening and the girl's voice wasn't making it any better. He was right, he should have stayed on his room and ignored his cousin's wishes like he usually did. Then perhaps, he wouldn't be in a middle of another argument with the stupid puff. "Don't call me an idiot." This time, he wasn't yelling. He had found that yelling wasn't effective against the girl, for her voice was definitely louder than his. He was going to be mature about this. He wouldn't enter into a yelling match with the puff. He should end her life so she would stop talking. The idea of pushing her down the stairs seemed attractive at the moment, after all, she did say that that is what he was good at. He might just do it, if not for his cousin falling down with her. Arianna's still a family member after all. "Stop talking and leave us alone!" He said, louder than he had intended to. He didn't know how many times he had told her to leave them alone already, but he figured that those weren't enough to get through her thick skull. He groaned in annoyance as the girl turned her attention to the Ravenclaws who seemed to have found their argument entertaining. There was nothing entertaining about having to argue and talk with this stupid puff. He rather leave the room than share it with her. And he didn't really want to start on the two either. His head was hurting a lot and having to argue with two other people would only make it worse. He only wanted the Hufflepuff to leave him and his cousin alone. Then perhaps, after that, he could return to his room and rest. Why couldn't she understand that?​
 
Ai didn't mind much of the carrying that was going on. It helped a lot that Arianna was a small and petite girl, so the Hufflepuff didn't have to support too much even if Liam was helping her. Or was it the other way around? She just couldn't bring herself to think about the whole situation anymore. She was calming down bit by bit after all, and she just couldn't help but think that they were currently in an awkward situation and not to mention, annoying as well. Through her concentration of balancing the Gryffindor's weight, Ai could barely make out Liam pinching his nose. Did he have a cold or a headache or something? She hope he wouldn't be fainting on her too anytime soon for though she could bring Ria to the infirmary, she had doubts on whether she could actually bring Liam to the infirmary and manage to stay alive. The puff's thoughts were suddenly disrupted as the Slytherin once again tried to make argument. "Then don't call me stupid trash," Ai said while rolling her eyes at the obvious. If Liam hadn't been happy with her calling him names for a mere two minutes, he should imagine what he's put her through for two years with all the pesky names she had to put up with.

Ai had initially thought that Liam had given up on the idea of her though that was only false hope as the boy once again tried to get her to leave. "I ain't doing both. Choose one, either I let you carry her alone or I stop talking," the Hufflepuff told him with much determination and stubbornness she could muster at the moment. Well, he had to choose or he would have to put up with her talking and helping until they reach the infirmary which was to say, still a long way to go. Ai's attention was quick to revert to the two Ravenclaws nearby and she wished she hadn't turned their way for they only made her more irritated and annoyed with their similar apathetic looks and their continuous staring. Especially their nonchalant eating of sweets. Ai wished she had some right now to calm her nerves from the Slytherin boy but she didn't, thus, seeing the two just eating those sweets was making her more annoyed than ever as she groaned in frustration and tried to quicken her pace while dragging Arianna with her, not caring if Liam would keep up or not, and determined to not pay attention to the boys or rather to the sweets they were eating.
 
Jeremiah had been working hard to try and be good. Since his run in with Professor Hayes, Liam and Ciro, he really needed to clean up his act. Not only was his brother here, but he was in the position to make his school and home life impossible. The Gryffindor didn't want to think about what would happen if he actually managed to p!ss Ciro off. At school his older brother was limited by regulation and the fact that he was a professor while Jeremiah was a student, but out of school Ciro was still his oldest brother, and allowed to ruin his life because Miah knew his father wouldn't step in. Still, it had to be better than Gabrian. If it were Gabrian, Jeremiah would probably be in detention still. In a step to try and fix his behaviour, he decided that it was time to call on Conan. He did not like the Hufflepuff, but he never intentionally set out to harm him, something he was sure he proved back at Borely Mansion. He did, after all, care about Conan's sister. He couldn't hate the brother of his best friend, could he? Ai was even living with his own sister.

He glanced at Conan without moving his face from the end of the hall they were walking down. He was surprised that Conan was still walking with him. He had thought that the Hufflepuff would have abandoned him as soon as he had the chance, but he had not. "Thank you," the Gryffindor mumbled quietly, as if worried that someone may hear.

They rounded the corner, and Jeremiah paused when he saw two Ravenclaws - one being his brother - looking at the most peculiar sight the Gryffindor had ever seen. Arianna, his fellow Gryffindor, appeared to be unconscious. Ai was in a hated argument with Liam (but who wouldn't be) and yet, Dante and his friend that Jeremiah didn't know the name of were simply watching. "Arianna!" he gasped, moving past the Ravenclaws to get a better look at her. He didn't approach her closely, however, as he elected to keep his distance from Liam. The Slytherin was trouble. So, the Italian looked towards his friend, Ai. "What happened? Are you two okay?" He meant Arianna as well, because he doubted Ai would have been responsible for this. Dante could be questioned later.
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Conan was intent on making up with Ai. Well, he probably shouldn't have waited for his uncle and aunt to reprimand him for his actions and remind him that Ai was his sister and that parents would have been very angry if they were alive right now. He should have thought of that himself. Well, maybe he had thought of it quite a few times during the course of five years, he just chose to blatantly ignore it since after all, they were fighting and his hatred (or was it a mere dislike?) for her grew every time they would clash though he had to admit that there were times his conscience would attack him. Like the incident where he broke her bone or the incident she broke down in the fifth floor corridor with Jeremiah Raven. That boy had probably, literally, knocked some sense into him that day. And so, with his decision quite firm, he started to try being on peaceful terms with his hated Gryffindor, Jeremiah. It seemed that the Gryffindor was trying to do the same and the Hufflepuff merely took the chance. Besides, if he became friends peaceful with this guy, perhaps he and Ai could be peaceful as well. Aside from that, Raven did save his butt in the Borely Mansion incident they had back then.

The walk between the two boys was quite peaceful and when the Gryffindor had thanked him for a reason he knew not, he mumbled a soft, "You're welcome," in reply. Though peace was cut off when the both of them had caught sight of a peculiar scene. Well, maybe not so peculiar. He had just not seen that kind of scene for a few years, particularly, Ai biting another person's head off, and the other party doing the same. What made the scene peculiar though was the unconscious girl they were holding between them. Conan was quite worried for the girl and was quite angry at the boy too. What was even going on and why the hell was he arguing with his twin. Now, that he was intent on making up with her, he would not allow someone to talk to her like that. "What's going on here?" he voiced out as he passed the two Ravenclaws, making his presence known to his sister and to the boy she was apparently with, a Slytherin by the looks of it.
 
This was a first. Liam was trying not to let his temper dictate his action. He was trying to be mature for Merlin's sake! He was a sixteen year old grown man, he had no time to waste dealing with such a pathetic excuse for a human being as the girl appeared to be. But alas, the girl wasn't helping, she was ruining everything. All she had to do was leave, but no, she had to be too stupid to understand even such simple instructions. He glared at her, and if only looks could kill, the girl would be rotting on her grave already. He had already killed her a thousand of times in his mind. It wouldn't hurt to do it, would it? He hadn't really tried to take anyone's life before, but there's always a first time for everything, and the girl was definitely asking for it. It would be too easy, just a simple push and she wouldn't be able to talk forever. But she'd be taking his cousin with her, and possibly even him. And they were inside the school, it would be such a sad fate should he be incarcerated because of a waste of space known as Ai Edogawa.

The Slytherin clenched his fist, his fingernails digging into his palms, threatening to draw blood."Shut your trap! I've heard enough. Stop talking before I force you to." He meant it. It wasn't just an empty threat. He had enough of the girl's stupidity and he had enough of her voice too. He wanted her gone, and he wanted her gone now. He pulled his cousin away from the girl. The Ravenclaws were still watching from afar, but he could care less about them. He didn't like being watched but he had more important matters at hand. As long as they wouldn't interfere like a certain Gryffindor normally would have done if he was within the vicinity, then it would be fine. And as if he was being mocked, said Gryffindor appeared. And he thought his day couldn't get any worse. He was wrong. He just wanted everyone around him to drop dead already. Even his cousin, yes, for if not for her, he would have been sleeping in his room. The irritation that he felt earlier grew a thousand fold, if that was even possible, at the mere sight of the Grryffindor. Hadn't he learned his lesson? Where were his books when he needed them? Or a metal bar, a metal bar would be good to knock some sense into this stupid hero wannabe.

To say that the Slytherin was surprised when Jeremiah called for his cousin was an understatement. but then again, he shouldn't be surprised. His cousin was a gryffindor. The stupid hero wannabe was a Gryffindor. Now he knew why his cousin was being stupid, she was infected. "Nothing happened!," he yelled at the Gryffindor though it was directed at his companion too, unable to keep his voice down anymore. Merlin, just the mere sound of the Gryffindor's voice, even just the sight of him, even though he wasn't even doing anything, could make the Slytherin's blood boil. "Why don't you just mind your own d*mn business!" He cursed, he doesn't usually curse, but the Gryffindor was asking for it. Merlin, he wanted everyone dead, but he wanted the Gryffindor dead first, and it should be a slow and excruciatingly painful death too. ​
 
For the first time in five years, Ai wanted to beat someone up that was not Taylor Blare or Conan Edogawa instead, his name was Liam Nightray. The Hufflepuff had known the Slytherin since their third year and Merlin this was the first time that she wanted to kill this boy and revive him only to kill him again. She had finally snapped after more than two years. It was not that she hated him, no, she was only having murderous thoughts about him at the very moment and it was far from comparable to how often she thought of murder towards a certain Gryffindor, but that was the least of her worries now. It had been a long time since she crossed paths, or rather swords and wands and words, with the Gryffindor and right now it was Liam she was having a clash with. As the Slytherin threatened her once again, Ai merely gave a nonchalant shrug and kept her hold on Arianna as he pulled the unconscious girl. Merlin, this boy really knew how to get on her nerves. Can't he see she was barely controlling herself from beating him up which would be as easy as writing her own name? "And stop being a baby before I make you cry," she seethed. Well, perhaps it wouldn't be easy. But hey, it was a good challenge for her irritated and severely annoyed self.

As soon as she had managed to completely block out the two Ravenclaws though, a more peculiar sight had entered her vision. Miah and Conan?! Together?! Wasn't that a recipe for disaster? she thought in a haste. So many weird things had been happening today in her opinion. First, Liam Nightray apparently had a girlfriend and a fiancee. Now, Miah and Conan were together and they weren't even biting their heads off or punching each other's faces till they were both unrecognizable? It was a weird day indeed. Normally, Ai would have smiled at the sight, but being her grumpy old self, she merely snapped at the two new onlookers, particularly the Hufflepuff. She may or may not have been holding a grudge for being ignored and disowned after all. "Nothing's going on here! Now scram!" she yelled at her brother at which she couldn't care less on whether he was actually not fighting with her. She then turned her attention to Jeremiah, "You know her? Good. Help me bring her to the infirmary cause this idiot here can't even do anything right," she informed the Gryffindor boy, her tone urging him to hurry up. "She fainted and fell from the stairs and her fiancee here just had to drop her too," she rolled her eyes at the memory and pulled Arianna away from the Slytherin to head over to Miah.
 
God I am so sorry about this!!!

Taylor had her face in a book as she walked along the corridors. She was trying to study as much as possible these days. After all, she would be heading into her NEWTS in the May/June and she didn't very well want to fail. She knew she wasn't going to pass extremely highly, but she wanted to at least do some decent study. The book at her face currently was a History book. She had been neglecting her studies especially in this area and she knew she had to catch up before she fell spectacularly. Unfortunately she never had found a decent balance between study and quidditch, but she knew that quidditch would always come first, considering that she spent so much time working on her speed and strength and strategy she expected that she would take more time for her game then she would for studying. She knew it was probably a bad thing, but it was what she knew.

Walking along the corridor, the last thing that Taylor expected to run into was a bunch of students apparently standing around something that was on the ground. Frowning, Taylor put her book into her bag and walked over to the group. She noticed Ai and Conan as well as another two boy from her year, Liam and a couple of other students. This was weird. Walking up to them, Taylor raised her voice slightly to be heard over the yelling. "Hey, what's going on here?" Taylor moved closer to the group only to spot the lump on the floor was actually a person. She gasped slightly and rushed over looking down at the girl. She placed a hand on her forehead on on her pulse. Well at least the girl wasn't dead. She seemed to be unconscious though. "What the hell is going on here? Why isn't this girl in the infirmary! What the hell is wrong with you people?!" She asked as she pulled the girls head into her lap. Ai had been in the process of dragging her along the floor to somewhere, but they needed to get her to the infirmary, not drag her along the floor.
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Again, i am so sorry about this.

Rebecca was tired. She couldn't even remember what she was supposed to be doing, if anything at all. She had somehow wandered up to the seventh floor, though she was not really doing anything whilst here. To be honest, she was pretty sure that her companion may have had something to do with it. Their common room was down in the Dungeons, it made no sense for them to be in the seventh floor corridor. Shaking her head at the universe and everything she despised about her life, Bex continued along the corridor looking for the stairs, she had basically gone full circle now. Yawning and covering her mouth with her hand, Bex continued towards the stairs only to nearly fall over when she saw a whole bunch of people surrounding a body. This was so weird. However, she was just going to turn around and go back, until she spotted that boy from the owlery. Still she didn't know his name. She had no idea who he was. Why he was there or his relationship with them. Even with all those factors, Bex couldn't bring herself to leave. She had to see what was going on.

Coming down the stairs, her sort of friend in tow, Rebecca made her way over to the group and after being utterly confused about everything and wondering what the heck was even happening, Rebecca found herself rolling her eyes at everything. She looked over at the owlery boy and just continued to glare at him, because for the life of her, she couldn't think of what else to do. Aside from taking those stupid lollies away from him and throwing them at his face, there was little for her to do.
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Dexter was having a great day, hanging out with someone he considered a friend. Bex rarely spoke - and Dexter was quite happy with that. He could talk for her! he thought it was the best friendship, since she rarely spoke, and he always talked. He didn't have to worry about listening to her opinion. He could just talk, and talk, and talk. It was perfection. So, as he accompanied the silent Rebecca to where ever they were going (as he was simply following her lead blindly) he decided to continue their conversation. "So, what do you think?" he finally asked, not bothering to give her time to reply - she wouldn't speak anyway. "I mean, I just think that it would be more fun if the classrooms moved too. Like, it'd be so awesome. We could play hide and seek in classes and everything. The stairs move, and there's apparently a hidden room around here anyway - why not have the classrooms move?"

He then thought about his suggestion during her silent, and snapped his fingers when he came up with a reason against his idea. "Ahh, people would get so terribly lost. Gotcha. This is why we're friends." Dexter said, not bothering to give her a pat on the back. The part-veela really only needed someone to vent to, and discuss his ideas and thoughts with - he didn't actually need nor want responses to his thoughts. He just needed a pair of ears to stop himself from sounding mad. "We can't have people getting lost, and the poor professor's would get so terribly confused. Everyone would. I can barely find my way around in my third year - if the classes moved too, I think I'd just curl up in bed and never get out. Cry myself to sleep and all of that."

"Although... the Common Rooms moving would be epic. Like, the Slytherin common room could be in the upper towers for once - get some sunlight! We need more sunlight." He smiled at Rebecca. "Do you think that's why everyone's always grumpy? I think so.it's that blasted lake that chills the place, I tell you. Do you-" He stopped himself when he came upon a most suspicious sight. "Umm..." They were older students, and Dexter had seen most of them around at some point, but truly had no idea who they were. But some had lollies! The boy grabbed Bex's hand, and proceeded to drag her to the Ravenclaws. he couldn't go get lollies by himself, now cool he? He approached them, wearing a friendly grin, and began running his mouth. "Hey! I'm Dexxie, a Slytherin and this is my friend Bex, also a Slytherin. What's your names? What's happening? Can we have some lollies? Are you two okay? Who's the fainted chick - is she dead?"
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Bex fidgeted slightly. She was still angry over the incident in the Great Hall and she was bitter about the fact that she was still bitter. She hated holding grudges, but she knew she would. Exasperated and eyeing the bag of sweets that the Ravenclaw was holding Bex glared. She hated that boy with a passion, she also hated Dexter holding her hand, but there was very little she could do to stop him. He was quite grabby. She was beyond frustrated, she needed an outlet. What was even happening right now? Some dead girl on the ground, a bunch of older students arguing, it was all too much for the thirteen year old to handle. She had never seen anything like this before, it was so weird. She didn't really want to get involved, but she knew she was now and she had no way of preventing it. Gritting her teeth as Dexter proceeded to ask the boys for a lolly and being handed the bag, Bex, completely without forethought, ripped the bag out of Dexter's hands, dropping half of the contents all over the floor. She didn't much care however as she had an objective and it had very little to do with the lollies on the floor.

Still glaring at the Ravenclaw boy, whose name she still did not know even after nearly three years, Bex immediately dug her hands in the bag of lollies and proceeded to beg a bunch of them at the boy. She had never done this before and it was her second expression of rage for the entire year, but it was there for all too see. Realising what she had done when the boy turned to her with such an expression that Bex had almost foolishly thought she was looking at a dementor, Bex dropped the bag to the floor and glared back. She was not going to just give this up without a fight, not on her life, or her honour as a Koshiba.
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Professor Abbigale Hayes was taking a rare moment to herself. There wasn't often a decent time when she was off class, had no patrol or no students to worry about, or no Ciro Raven either. So she was taking this chance to just go for a walk and catch her breath. She had meant to be going outside, but she had somehow found herself heading up the stairs and along the corridors. It occurred to her that she was obviously on her way to send a letter to her children, she'd not written them in such a time and it was about time she did. As she headed up the stairs however she was starting to hear some kind of commotion, some people were yelling, perhaps she was hearing a fight? Abby dearly hoped this was not true, she was not at all in the mood to deal with teenage drama anymore. Her steps grew heavier upon the stairs as she got closer to the commotion only to force her to stop dead in her tracks by what she was greeted on the landing with. About ten students, one seemingly hurt, were gathered in a group and they were all yelling, and throwing things at each other, two of which she wished she didn't recognise and another one she was surprised to see there. She'd not known any of them associated with each other. She couldn't possibly have been having a worse day then this right now.

One of the younger ones, a third year, started to peg lollies at another boy and that was when Abby decided she'd had enough. "ENOUGH!" Abbigale stormed into the middle of the group, pushing the girl leaning over the one on the floor, away. She immediately placed her hand on the girls brow to determine what was wrong, but was unable to come to a reasonable conclusion. She immediately glared at each and every one of the students. She was not in the mood for mercy. One of them opened their mouths to explain, but a glare from Abby shut the boy up. She was absolutely appalled by this turn of events and she looked at each of them in turn again. "I don't care what has happened here. I don't care who started it, I don't care how, I don't care why and I certainly don't care when." She told them, turning her head back to the unconscious girl on the floor. "All of you are in more trouble then I care to think about and you will all be punished accordingly, mark my words, you will learn that this is simply unacceptable behaviour." Abby stood up and looked at the two boys she knew only too well who seemed to be glaring at each other. "I warned the pair of you last time, obviously you did not learn your lesson correctly." She immediately had to calm herself. "Each of you are going on report, you are all going to have a detention with me, probably for the rest of this year and into the next, I don't care what you are doing, you will be there." She then ignored them as she made her way to take the unconscious girl to the hospital wing.
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