The Head Children

[Damianos Styx]

It was a beautiful day outside, and none other than Damianos Gavril Styx was not enjoying it. Such things did not entertain him at all. After all, those things were simply small. Nothing more. Nothing could come from this day and he did not know why he even found himself in Brightstone during the break. They could not go home, but they could go to brightstone and go shop for unnecessary items such as candy, which made him sick. Everything like this was simply useless. He felt as though things could be better, but he did not see a reason why he had to bother with attending the school here. Useless cows, they seemed to be. Could Damianos be blamed for his way of thinking? Perhaps not. He just knew that everything would turn out fine in the end, when he was done with his training. Being out in the open made him uncomfortable, but he could not find a quiet place to relax. The school was overrun with people, and Damianos just could not take it anymore. He needed a break from it all. He met a few people, but none stuck out to him. It was hard to get him to remember those he did not think were worthy.

Walking out to a bench where the people walked by, Damianos sprawled out on it, and he laid down while opening a good book that would teach him about potions. Sure, he might not know how to brew potions, but he wanted to know what they did and what kinds there were out there. It would give him a slight boost, even though he would not be able to brew them for some time. The Ravenclaw might have been a little selfish with how he was sprawled out over the bench. He would not let others come by and sit down. This was his for the time being. He looked at the book that he was reading, before he started to hear some voices from others. He had to block them out, before resorting to his training. Once he successfully tuned them out, he continued to read in what he believed to be silence. This was excellent. The clouds blocked the sun for a moment, and he felt the heat decrease just slightly. He inhaled the sweet air before he continued to start on the next chapter that was more about how lethal some potions could be if some people did not follow directions right. This was what he needed to know, for the classes ahead of him.​

 

[Bridgette Styx]

Bridgette ignored her father's warning and waved him off. "You're embarrassing me, I'll be fine on my own for ten minutes." Bridgette managed to convince her father to bring her to the beach for a couple of hours and now he wouldn't quit following her around. All he needed to do was go sit in the sand and enjoy a bit of a break while she went and played in the water. What was so hard about letting Bridgette breath for a little bit? Finally it seemed to sink in that Bridgette didn't want to be seen hanging out with her dad all day and the man finally retreated back to beach. Bridgette hadn't meant to sound so mean, but her father was practically suffocating her with how close of an eye he kept on her. In September she would be going off to school anyways, so her dad might as well get used to not having to watch her all of the time. Bridgette just didn't want to have the other kids laugh at her for always having her freaking dad around to watch over her and protect her. Hell, she was practically a teenager, so there was no need for him to treat her like a five year old.

Bridgette was in the midst of heading towards the water when she felt something warm and squishy under her foot. Looking down, Bridgette became aware of the fact that she had just stepped on someone. "Ooops. My bad, totally didn't see you there." It was a boy roughly around her age, and he was quite pale too. No wonder she didn't see him laying there. Bridgette stepped away from the boy and brushed the bottom of her feet off. Sure enough, right where she had stepped on the boy was a sandy footprint. Hopefully her dad didn't witness her little accident, or he'd come running down to lecture her about watching her step. Bridgette grinned apologetically but with a hint of humor lingering about. As bad as it was to think this, but it was sort of funny that she had accidentally stepped on someone. Her head must have been in the clouds or something, because she hadn't seen anything but the roaring ocean ahea of her. ​

 

[Damianos Styx]

Naturally, laying on the bench made people look at Damianos, and after all the talking and the crowd, he was fed up with it. Heading toward the solitude of the beach, Damianos found a good spot on the sand and resumed his laying down and reading. He thought that this was absolutely perfect. The only sounds he could hear were the waves of the ocean. And he didn't want to kill the ocean for speaking like that. It was somewhat relaxing. Damianos continued to read and absorb his book. The knowledge crept into him like a snake, and it was evident that he was similar to a Ravenclaw. Why he was not in Slytherin was beyond him, but he was relieved that he was not at the same time. He heard some stories about some of the students in that house. They were all just a bunch of idiots, except for a few. Damianos heard about one from Lucien, but even then, he could not get the boy to shut up half the time. It was like the boy was bred to talk and complain about anything and everything. Damianos, on the other hand, did not bother with complaining if he could not do something about it. If he could do something about it, then he would. Damianos was that type of person. Why bother complaining about something and just do it?

Then he felt someone step right on his leg. Damianos felt it, of course, but due to his training, he did not voice out anything. Instead, he moved the book to the side, and his amber eyes looked up to see some girl. She apologized for not seeing there, well, not really apologized, but close enough. "Next time, try watching where you are heading, moron," Damianos muttered with a hint of venom to his voice. Damianos slowly sat up and rest his book upon his lap as he dusted the sand off of his pants, where she had stepped on him. How in the world could he have been missed? Sure, he was pale, but that was all genetics. She must have been blonde or something. Oh wait, looking at her, she definitely was. That was just his luck too. His mother might have been blonde but she was intelligent. After all, his genes were not just his dad's, but a mix of his mom's. That might be why he was a little more open with his temper than his father.​

 

[Bridgette Styx]

Bridgette had every intention of just walking away and forgetting the entire thing, but that entire idea went out the window the moment she heard the boy call her a moron. Bridgette froze and sighed heavily before she turned back around and stepped back over to the boy. "Excuse me?" Bridgette might appear as nothing more than a dainty little girly girl, but if it was one thing she learned from her cousins, learning how to defend yourself was probably one of the most important things a person could learn. Bridgette had come to Brightstone to hang out by the beach and do some shopping, it wasn't her fault that this pale boy left his body parts sprawled all over the ground where people could step on them! Annoyed, she pushed aside some of her pale blonde hair and let her eyes narrow at the boy that had so rudely called her a moron. "Mother warned me about students like this. The ones that were going to get under my skin like this. Luckily for me, she's not here to stop me from giving this boy a piece of my mind." Her mother often tried to keep her from speaking her mind when she was upset, but right now her mother wasn't here to stop her, so off she went.

"Maybe you should keep your skinny body parts out of other people's way, jerk." Bridgette threw back without a single ounce of hesitation. The boy looked older than she did so perhaps he thought he could bully her around because she was a first year. Too bad so sad, this first year wasn't about to take his crap. Bridgette gave him a heated glare before she rolled her eyes and attempted to continue her trek across Brightstone. Hopefully what she said was enough to either get him to shut up and leave her be because she clearly wasn't as easy to take down as he wanted to imagine. Or perhaps it would piss him enough to set him off again, which was fine. Bridgette had a million insults all stacked up and ready to go for this loser. Hopefully he wasn't a student at Hogwarts. If she had to look at his face and deal with his attitude more than once in her lifetime, she wasn't going to last at school. Her mom would probably make her transfer somewhere to keep her out of trouble. It must be the Snow genes that made Bridgette become such a beast when she was upset with someone. ​

 

[Damianos Styx]

As soon as the girl said two words, 'Excuse me?', Damianos knew that he would not get back to reading. He knew that something was going to happen, and that there was no way to avoid it. The girl wouldn't let it go. He looked up carefully at the girl, before narrowing his golden eyes. How in the world could someone be so stupid? Even looking at her, one could just tell that she was definitely not from around here. People tend to stay away from him because of who he appeared to be, which was his father, in a miniature form. She said that he should keep his skinny body parts out of other people's way, before ending it with a simple insult. He let out a sigh and didn't return a retort immediately. He allowed it to sink in for a moment, before he bit back, "Looks like the ditzy little girl needs glasses, as anyone could tell that I was sitting here. Only someone as dimwitted as you could have possibly stumbled into someone. The blame certainly is not on me." He emphasized it so that she would know what he was talking about, as if he were talking to a mere toddler.

The Ravenclaw stood up on his feet, and approached the girl as she was walking away. He wasn't going to back down, and because of his height, he would appear to be older than he truly was. That would normally make him intimidating, but he guessed that this girl wouldn't know what that truly was. Well, she was leaving, so perhaps he ought to let her go. It was none of his business. Damianos ran his fingers through his blonde hair, and thought to himself, 'She has to be some Hufflepuff or something equivalent. Worthless.' Letting out a sigh, Damianos returned to where he was sitting, and pulled out the very same book. He started to read again, ignoring the nonsense that he had just experienced with some brat. Something about her made his skin crawl, but he couldn't for the life of him figure it out. Little did he know, she was the daughter of another Head of House, one that got on the nerves of his father. Like father like son, and like mother like daughter. If only he knew more to have figured it out by now. For now, his mind was currently soaking up the words of the pages.​