Kill the Lights [Open]

[Antoinette Walker]

*Lately everything seems to be dull and monotonous to this certain Gryffindor, and a bored witch from Godric's house usually always means trouble. Antoinette lazily strolls into the library, glancing around without seeing any other students. She twirls her wand around in her right hand as she dramatically plops down into a chair at one of the back tables. Leaning back, she puts her feet on the table, crossing her right leg over her left. Antoinette whispers to herself, waiting for some brilliant idea to pop into her head for what to do on this dreary day.*

Lumos!

Finite!

Lumos!

Finite!

Lumos!

Finite!

*Watches, easily entertained by the deliberate flashing light at the end of her wand. Thinks.*

_{Reminds me of a flashlight!}

[Ashton Storme]

*Sighs as he enters, the books heavy in his hand, as he sees the flashes of lights and curve his head to see the Gryffindork. Ugh, again?!*

Kill. The. Lights.

*Grits through his teeth as he takes out his Potions, reading through the text quickly, his Quill scratching on the Parchment like Thunder as he does so.*

[Antoinette Walker]

*Only jumps slightly at the sudden voice, before rolling her eyes as she sees the speaker. Casts in a mockingly sweet voice.*

Lumos maxima!

Finite!

Lumos maxima!

Finite!

*Drawls, glancing at the textbook in disgust. She always hated Potions...*

You don't have to sit over here-

*Flicks her wand in his direction.*

Lumos maxima!

-if I'm bothering you.

*Aims her wand in the other direction.*

Finite!

[Ashton Storme]

*Rolls his eyes but continues to write on the Parchment, ignoring her.*

Hmm... Basilisk Fangs mixed with Dragon Saliva and Sage makes a Revolting Potion! Interesting. Very interesting.

*Says to Walker, his Arctic blue eyes still at the Book.* Unfortunately for both of us, there is no other seats. The usual seat I sit is occupied by that nerdy-looking Hufflepuff. *Glares at the shaking Hufflepuff.*

[Antoinette Walker]

*Shrugs at his comment, lounging in her chair with her feet on the table. It's so tempting to just kick his books off the table, now that she thinks of it...*

Then sit on the floor.

*Looks over at the Hufflepuff, one eyebrow slowly quirking as the student continues to shake in either fear or nervousness. Mutters under her breath.*

Wingardium Leviosa!

*Watches, amused by the sight of the Hufflepuff's quill suddenly rising into the air. She smiles to the student, as if showing that she holds no cruel intentions with the act.*

[Ashton Storme]

*Can't take it anymore.* Could you just stop it? I am working, trying to finish one of the extra essays to boost my grade, and you're disrupting me! I can't sit on the floor, because I would get a crick in it anytime soon! *Whispers in an angry tone- he doesn't want to be kicked out, not at all.*

*Snatches the Quill and throws it down onto the Hufflepuff.* Just be glad I didn't break that piece of trash, okay?

[Antoinette Walker]

*Narrows eyes, forgetting about the Hufflepuff student.*

Listen, you git: it's not my fault that you have to do extra work. Maybe, if you'd pay attention in the first place, you wouldn't be here.

Lumos maxima!

*Points the light directly in his face, but far enough away to keep her wand out of his reach.*

In fact, you don't have to be here at all. If you're going to have such a filthy attitude, you can go ahead and finish your bloody work down in your own damned Common Room.

[Ashton Storme]

I need the Books, idiot. And the fact that I cannot take the Books out is truly my fault, but I wish to finish this one. I take care of my grades, surprise, surprise! *Is dry.*

*Touches her wand a little and gets a little zap.* Please, Walker, take that sad piece of wood out of my sight before I break it.

[Antoinette Walker]

*Quirks one eyebrow, asking before she thinks.*

What'd you do, if you can't take books out of the library?

*Glances down at her wand, not in the least offended or worried about his threat.*

Keep your hands to yourself, Mister-

*Tilts her head to the side in curiosity.*

-er, whatever your name is. Have we met before? I didn't tell you my name, I'm sure of it.

Finite!

[Ashton Storme]

*Shakes his head.* The Madame thought I would destroy the Books. Well, shortly known to her, not all Slytherins are dumb enough to burn or destroy the Books like they do so.

*Looks up, his Arctic blue eyes with both annoyance and curiosity.* Would a name change anything, Miss? I am a Slytherin, and you, and Gryffindor.

[Antoinette Walker]

*Looks at him suspiciously, still keeping her feet up on the table.*

A name changes everything, Slytherin.

*Shrugs.*

Unless you want me to call you by your house anytime I see you.

*Laughs softly, and shakes her head.*

Madame thinks anyone who isn't herself or a Ravenclaw has some vendetta against the books, I guess.

*Pauses, twirling her wand in her right hand again.*

I'd still like to know how you knew my name, of course.

[Ashton Storme]

Hmm. Good point there. But I'm afraid your level of understanding is too low. *Chuckles.* Well, I've known you as the main troublemaker of Hogwarts... Seeing that I can hear things from others in different Houses... *Focuses on his Potions, the Dragon page interesting him to no end.* If you're going to bother me, could you bother that Hufflepuff instead?

[Antoinette Walker]

*Jaw drops, just like her wand almost drops out of her hand.*

Pardon? You know me as the main what?

*Mentally as a part of her knows she's a bit too adventerous for her own good.*

If I bother the Hufflepuff instead, then that wouldn't be bothering you. I'm not even bothering you, you're the one who came over here to begin with.

*Blinks.*

My level of understanding is just fine, Slytherin. Shut up.

[Ashton Storme]

I would be glad to be quiet, thank you. *Looks up, his quills still on the Parchment.* Have you no manners?

*Chuckles dryly and reads the page.* Troublemaker.

[Antoinette Walker]

*Furrows her brow at his response.*

Then shut up? Meaning stop talking.

*Huffs, using her wand to draw circles in the air.*

Lumos!

*Mutters, loud enough for him to hear.*

I'm not that much of a troublemaker, for a Slytherin to hear about it.