Poor Authority

[Soren Sedridor]

The prefect's meeting had already lead to a frustrating start of the year. Fuming, Soren stormed through the corridor, taking every necessary portrait hole to get him further away from Felix and Alana. The Hufflepuff could barely believe the two of them had been appointed Head Boy and Girl. They didn't suit the roles at all. The Slytherin girl had the audacity to lecture them on professionalism, and immediately followed it up with childish sarcasm and attitude. It was hypocritical, and Soren was glad he got out of there when he did. He could hear her taking house points as he left, as it seemed someone else followed suite, and he didn't know how well he would have taken it if he'd stayed a moment sooner. It was unfair of them to act the way they did, and to be able to get away with it. What could they do about it? Professor Styx was far too intimidating to complain about Alana to, and he wasn't sure the Deputy or the Headmistress would have listened either. Ms Alicastell had chosen them, after all.

Prior to the meeting, Soren had left Des in the student lounge. He wasn't sure how long his friend would have remained there, but by the time the Hufflepuff returned, far too early from the meeting, he entered to find an almost empty room, all of its chairs upturned and Desideratus, thankfully, still there. Soren closed the door behind him much harder than he intended, almost jumping at the sound of it slamming behind him. He was still so angry, and at a loss for words. Maybe he was overreacting, but he had been in a situation before, where he'd suffered torment from someone he was assigned to patrol with, and it wasn't something he, nor anyone else should have to suffer through. Alana's "Byeeee" continued to ring in his ears, sounding so smug and superior. He wish he'd said more, and hoped Hamish at least did. She thought she could make up facts to get them to conform. That wasn't right. Huffing loudly, the Danish boy pulled his prefects badge from his sweater and threw it toward the nearest couch. He didn't ask to be a prefect, and if it wasn't for the privileges and ability to stand up against the bullies of the school, he would have quit rather than be ruled over by people like Felix and Alana. They didn't care about other people.
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[Desideratus Lesley]

Knowing that his bestest friend had some stuffy meeting to go to, one that he was quite sure he would definitely not be welcome to join. He wasn't a prefect, and he doubted his head of house would ever be insane (or desperate) enough to give him that kind of responsibility. Not only did he cause some trouble by himself, but he shared an eerily similar name to another trouble maker in his house and year - he doubted either of them had a chance. It didn't bother him, though. It was much better being a not-prefect. Soren had to wear a dumb badge, be 'responsible' and actually care when students caused trouble. It was all too much responsibility for the Gryffindor, which was obvious in the fact that at that very moment, rather than studying for NEWTs, he decided to flip chairs in the Student Lounge after managing to shoo everyone out with burping the alphabet repeatedly.

Back facing the door, Des prepared a rendition of his burping skills when someone (that couldn't be Soren) had entered. Soren didn't slam doors. He'd known him for seven years. Imagine his surprise when he turned to find that the door slammer was, in fact, Soren. Huffing uncharacteristically, removing his badge uncharacteristically, throwing things uncharacteristically. "Holy f%&k," Des blurted, cupping his mouth at the sudden swear slip. "I mean. Bad day? What happened?" He even righted a seat especially for the Hufflepuff, seeing as he had stripped the couches of all their cushions.
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[Soren Sedridor]

His shoulders tense, the prefect huffed out a sigh, fingertips working the temples of his head as he tried, fruitlessly, to calm himself down and relax. It was just so frustrating, he didn't have the words to describe it. Where Des questioned his day, Soren could only shrug hopelessly. The day hadn't been bad, but the meeting definitely put a dent in the rest of the afternoon. He decided he would definitely need to talk to Professor Stark or the Headmistress at some point about it. He was graduating at the end of the year, and he couldn't stand the thought of leaving the school while it continued to give the wrong people power. Hogwarts needed less Warricks and Finches lording over everyone else and abusing their rights.

Dropping heavily onto the only chair made available to him, Soren dropped his shoulders and fidgeted restlessly with his hands as he tried to think of how to respond. "St-stupid meeting." He started with, not knowing where else to begin. Felix? Alana? He didn't know which one infuriated him more. It wasn't the first time he'd had to endure their type as head students. After another sigh, he managed to explain the previous events. As short as his time in the meeting was, getting it all out took some time. Once he'd finished, he sat back in the seat, feeling freshly upset having to recount their attitude. As much as Soren wished Des had also been a prefect with him, he was lucky he didn't have to put up with their drama. "They're awful. Every y-year." The boy concluded, while his eyes tried to scan the nearby couch for his pin. Throwing it was admittedly more dramatic than he meant to be, but he'd wanted to throw something, and it was all he had on him at the time.
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[Desideratus Lesley]

Des had never really thought of life as a prefect, mostly because he knew that his view by far more idealistic than reality. His friend was one of the most loyal and trustworthy people he knew, and that basically made him the perfect prefect (one that Des would certainly hate had they not been friends) excluding the one or two (or seven or eight) times he caught Desideratus doing something he ought not to be doing and allowed him to get away with it (though, he's disapproving looks usually made him feel a little guilty). He grabbed a chair for himself to sit in front of Soren, and straddled it with his arms folded across the back whilst he listened.

Des didn't really know Felix or Alana, because they were nerds, but obviously this entire thing was rigged. He didn't need to hear their sides of the story to know that they were automatically wrong, simply because Soren said they were. "Wow, what pr!cks," he decided, shaking his head. Soren should've just been the sole headboy, and none of this would've happened. He would've at least been fair and he wouldn't be coming back to Des looking like he'd sucked on a lemon. If he knew Soren wouldn't curl up and die, he would've had a word with either (or both) of them, but he knew Soren well enough by now to know that that wouldn't help him. "Can you just not work with them, or something? Why not just go to the headmistress and tell her that they suck?" He then smiled. "Or, if you want to try something more fun, we could try and convince Vex to antagonise them. It shouldn't take too much to convince him that the head boy and girl are total nerds that need to be slimed."
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[Soren Sedridor]

While his eyes searched for any sign of the yellow and black pin, Soren found himself unconsciously nodding in agreement at Des' insulting term for the head boy and girl, a cuss he'd have never verbalised himself, as much as he wanted to say it directly to the two. Quietly, he hoped someone else would put them in their place instead, but he was doubtful. Ignorant and insensitive people like that always got away with just about anything, even though it was just so blatantly wrong. That was how the world worked at the moment, and there wasn't a lot one person could do about it.

Giving up on his search, Soren instead chose to pick up one of the smaller pillows, laying back to rest his head against the arm of the chair while he poured his frustrations out on crushing the pillow between him arms in a vice-like hug. "N-not really." He responded to the comment on not working with them. They were, in a way, the leaders of the prefects, and the school as a whole. It wasn't easy just to avoid them entirely, especially in his own moderate position of authority. "She chose them. She probably w-won't listen." Perhaps if it had of been Professor King who was the headmistress, he may have tried to discuss how he felt, but he didn't know Alicastell enough to be comfortable with it.

With the mention of Vex, Soren sat back up, for a moment agreeing that it could be a good idea. But though funny at times, Vex's tactics were...humiliating. The Hufflepuff couldn't imagine being on the receiving end of the poltergeists slime-sprees. He shook his head, despite the small smile on his lips. "It's too..." He shrugged, trying to look for a word. "Mean?" Though the temptation was definitely there. He was a prefect for a reason, he couldn't go around asking a chaos spirit."[/color] Talking to Des had made him feel somewhat better at least. Imagining the head students covered in slime was an amusing thought, but if he talked about them any more, he'd just continue feeling annoyed.
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